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TDLR: I love him to bits, but don’t see a future with him in which I am happy. In addition to our standards of cleanliness being different and some possible incompatibilities, I think this relationship is just taking too much out of me for this time in my life.
At this point I’m afraid I might be making a mistake, but many times I’m just so tired of being with him. My partner (26m) and I (26f) have been dating for about 3 years. This is the healthiest relationship I’ve ever been in, and there’s so much love and care between us. The thing is, I just can’t imagine a future with him, and I’m wondering if the things holding me back are… valid enough I guess?
I’m open to marriage in general at some point in my life… and he knows this. But for some reason, when I imagine a future with him I just feel miserable about it. He is so incredibly messy, and never learned to clean. We don’t live together anymore because of finances, but when we did it was awful. I eventually gave up on cleaning. I would go to work for 8 hours after cleaning, and come home to the house a wreck. I’ve never lived in filth like that before, it started to take a toll on my mental health. Even when he cleaned, he did a terrible job. I have since talked to him about going on youtube to learn how to clean, and he said he would. I don’t know if he has.
Another thing is I’m certain I don’t want children, but he says he is still on the fence. When I told him I had realized I don’t want kids (I was on the fence too when we met), he asked if I would be opposed to him donating sperm in the future… so I think he actually does want kids, whether he raises them or not. I get concerned he’s lying to himself, and will say he doesn’t want kids to stay together when he actually does want them deep-down. If he does want them, I don’t want to waste our time anymore, when he could be meeting someone else who also wants kids, and I could be focusing on other areas of my life than a committed relationship.
Another issue I’m having is that he’s quite clingy. I already spend more time than I have with him, but it’s never enough. I want to spend time with him too, but I have things to get done. I have an elderly family member and my dogs to take care of (as well as myself), and he just doesn’t have that much responsibility other than school. We’re both full-time students. I care very much about my grades because I’m trying to get into a selective Ph.D program next year, yet he always asks me to hangout and watch movies when I’ve already told him I need to study. When I do refuse, he gets all sad and quiet, and I end up feeling guilty. I know he does this on purpose, guilt-tripping is his go-to move.
We will both be graduating university next year, and future planning has caused some problems. He isn’t sure what he wants to do. He bounces back and forth between working in the industry his degree will be in, or going on to law school. Like I said, I’ll be pursuing a Ph.D program.
The thing is, though there aren’t many universities in the U.S that have the specialty I want, so I will definitely have to move out of sate, maybe very far. This fact causes him to spiral on a regular basis.
He’s extremely anxious to move to another state, especially since the cost of living is higher pretty much everywhere else in the country. But he also doesn’t want to do long-distance, which I would be fine with… I just want him and I both to pursue the career paths best for us. But he keeps pressuring me to go to graduate school in-state, even though no schools here can train me in what I want to do. I noticed since I told him about moving, he has started calling me more and more often while I’m at school, upset about something random (think traffic-jam-level stuff) which I then spend half an hour talking him down. I know this may sound crazy, but I’m beginning to think he’s trying to sabotage me? Maybe even subconsciously?
Anyways, my head is too immersed in the fog to get a good read on the relationship, so I ask you, internet strangers, for your opinion. Do you think I’d be justified in breaking up with him? Is there something about my role in all this that I’m not seeing? Any comments would be helpful, thank you.

The apartment was cheap, but not suspiciously so, especially given the relatively decrepit state of it. It was a 1 bedroom affair, the building itself constructed at some point before the Great Depression, and it certainly showed its age. The bathroom was prone to mold, the windows let in a draft even when closed, and the fact that it was up 6 flights of stairs in a building where the elevator seemed perpetually out of order certainly didn't help. However, beyond these usual allowances made for an affordable apartment in a city such as mine, there were no outward signs that anything wrong with the place. There were never any strange noises, unusual cold spots in the center of rooms, no eerie lights. For all intents and purposes, the apartment appeared utterly mundane.
It took me a frankly embarrassing amount of time to notice the door. 7 months in fact. I've never been much of a night owl, and on the rare occasions when I did have reason to be up in the wee hours my time was generally spent in someone else's bedroom.
At first, when I noticed the door, I assumed that I was hallucinating. I was, after all, in a fairly inebriated state, having just returned from a rather pleasant evening of laughter and debauchery. I already had experienced considerable difficulty in extricating my key from my apartment's lock, so I figured it was more likely that something had gone wrong with my perception rather than the unlikely scenario that a wood paneled door had suddenly materialized in my living room where previously there had only been wall.
It was old fashioned looking, with a shiny brass knob and wood the color of old leather. I shook my head for a moment and blinked, squinting at the object. The door was still there. I rubbed my eyes and closed them, counting down from 10. When I'd finished, I opened my eyes again. The door was still there. I'm not exactly sure what I thought counting down from 10 was supposed to accomplish. Beyond one mercifully brief experience with salvia at a very bad party, I'd never experienced hallucinations before, so I was sort of going off of what I'd seen in movies and TV shows.
There was something intensely unnerving about the door. It emanated a feeling of primal wrongness, I instinctually knew that I was gazing at something totally in violation of the natural order. It took a lot of willpower to do what I did next.
Having exhausted all other apparent options to my disorganized mind, I moved on to the next logical stage of inquiry; I tried to open it. The doorknob was cold to the touch, arctic even. It felt like touching the inside of a freezer. A shiver ran down my back, though I can't be sure in retrospect if it was entirely from the temperature. I tried to turn the knob. It didn't budge.
An immense sigh of relief escaped my lungs, releasing a breath that I didn't know I was holding in. Trying to think of what else I could do, I pulled out my phone and snapped a quick photo of the thing, sending it to my landlord, with a caption somewhere along the lines of "wtf is this dude, y is there a new door???"
Nodding sagely to myself, as if I had succeeded in doing anything of note, I stumbled my way into my bedroom and locked the door before falling into blissful slumber.
I awoke to the incessant screeching of my alarm clock loudly informing me that it was 7 o' clock, about 6 hours from when I had fallen asleep. I slammed my fist against "off" button and rubbed the sleep from my eyes with my other hand. In following with my usual morning routine, I then pulled out my phone and checked through my notifications.
Alongside the usual torrent of internet pseudo-acquaintances posting pictures of their brunches and whatnot was a text message from my landlord. "What are you talking about Christina", it read, "is this photoshop or something?"
At first, I didn't understand what he was referring to, but when the rusted gears of my sleepy (and hungover) brain finally started turning, I immediately jumped out of bed and scuttled over to the spot where the door had been just 6 hours prior. I did so with the intent of recording a video to further prove its existence to my skeptical landlord... but I was greeted with nothing but wall.
I texted my landlord an apology, lying and saying it was just a poorly thought out prank. Then I popped into my car and drove down to the local electronics store to purchase a camera from the grumpy underpaid college student behind the register.
Making my way over to the photography section, I searched a long while for the option that simultaneously fit my budget and the requirements for my investigation. Eventually, I found just the item.
It was a trailcam, the sort of thing hunters and geriatrics with too many acres of land and not enough hobbies use to observe wildlife. It had an SD card with enough space for several hours of blurry, black and white nightvision video, and most importantly it was cheap. I paid for my prize with the surly cashier and made my way happily back to my apartment.
I set it up securely in front of where the door had previously appeared, and, feeling like a genius, went about the rest of my day. I fell asleep that night secure in the knowledge that by morning I would have proof of what I had seen the night before.
The next morning, I rushed over excitedly to my living room, feeling like a child on Christmas morning. My giddy excitement died as I stepped into the living room, noticing the complete lack of the trailcam. Old Saint Nick appeared to have shit in my stocking.
I made my way back to the electronics store, forced once again into interacting with the student behind the register for whom my very existence seemed to be an inconvenience. Upon noticing my arrival, he sighed heavily. "Can I help you ma'am?" he said, emphasizing the last word with the same inflection one might say intestinal parasite.
"I'm looking for a cheap camera that will stream video directly to my computer." I said, trying my best to avoid mimicking the man's petulant tone.
Shrugging his shoulders and releasing another drawn out sigh, the cashier shuffled his way over to the photography section and picked out a small camera, rather similar to the last one I purchased, but approximately twice as much in terms of cost. "Do you have anything cheaper?" I asked, trying my best to sound polite.
"No." declared the cashier, with all the compassion of an exterminator crushing a cockroach beneath a steel toed boot.
I ended up paying the exorbitant price on my already abused credit card, and grumpily stalked back to the apartment to set up the new equipment, knowing I wouldn't get to see it after the night was over.
Nevertheless, I had to know how the door got there, and I needed to have irrefutable evidence.
The process to set up the new camera was a bit more involved than the last. There was all manner of fiddling about with connecting the device to my WiFi network and installing some new software to my computer, but by the time it was over it successfully uploaded footage directly to my hard drive where I could watch it at my leisure.
I went to bed that night wondering what I would do with the footage after I acquired it. After all, I couldn't really go to the police with it, could I? Excuse me officer, I imagined myself saying, but a mysterious door appears in my apartment at night, and I was wondering if you could send someone around to take a look? I'd end up institutionalized. Similarly, it's not like I could go to the newspapers either. I live in a big city, and the reporters have more important fish to fry than transient doors.
At some point while I pondered my options, I must have fallen asleep, because the next thing I knew I was awakened by the banshee cries of my alarm clock, angrily informing me that it was once again 7 o' clock.
I jumped out of bed, excitedly moving over to my computer to check the footage, finding that there was about 5 hours of video. I had turned on the camera at around 10 o' clock PM, so that meant whatever happened to the camera occurred at about 3 AM.
I set the video to fast forward and watched it carefully. The first 2 hours or so showed nothing, just the regular blank wall. At exactly 12 o' clock, however, static engulfed the screen, and suddenly the old wooden door simply appeared, as if it had always been there. I rewound the footage and played it at normal speed, trying to discern anything that would show how the door suddenly manifested in the wall of my apartment, but the static was far too heavy to tell. The video simply got incredibly distorted for around 10 seconds, and suddenly the static dissipated and there was the door.
Even on video, just looking at it gave me the chills. That sense of complete and utter wrongness came through even from the screen. I shivered slightly and set the video on fast forward yet again. There was no change in the door for nearly 3 hours, but as the video crept closer and closer to the end, I switched it back to normal speed with about a minute to spare.
As I watched, the door began to slowly open. There was no microphone built into the camera, but I could imagine the ancient hinges creaking. I could feel my palms begin to sweat as I stared, transfixed. I glanced at the time remaining on the video, it was only around 30 seconds.
As the video progressed onwards, the door eventually swung fully open, revealing a black, yawning void beyond it. Static began to gather at the corners of the screen, increasing in intensity as I vaguely discerned something moving in the darkness. The quality was rapidly degrading, and I couldn't tell any specifics, but it moved in an almost spider-like manner, skittery and deeply unnerving. It seemed just about to come into view when the footage fully dissolved into static and the video ended abruptly.
I leaned back in my chair, contemplating my next move. While the video had certainly convinced me that I wasn't just going crazy, I knew that it wouldn't exactly convince the average person. I could easily have added in the static with editing, and the vague movement behind the door could just be computer generated effects or some sort of puppet. After a few minutes of pondering, I came up with an idea.
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"I'm sorry, what?" exclaimed Lilith, who was trying hard not to choke on her iced coffee.
"A door. It appears in my apartment at exactly midnight. I have it on video", I replied, sliding my phone across the table of the coffee shop.
I first met Lilith in college, where we shared a course on the history of Gothic literature. She was a perfect picture of the stereotypical goth, with pierced septum, dyed black hair, pentacle earrings, and a wardrobe whose diversity of color could charitably be compared to that of a raven. We hadn't spoken in a long time, but I figured if there was anyone I should contact about this sort of thing, it would be her.
I'd condensed the 5 hours of footage down to a few minutes with the help of a free online video editor, and watched in slight amusement as Lilith's brow furrowed, her eyes glued to the screen. After the video ended, she seemed utterly amazed.
"Any thoughts?" I asked, pulling back my phone.
"This is some sort of joke, right? You're screwing with me?" she asked, utterly bewildered by what I had just shown her.
"No joke. No screwing around. I figured you'd be the one to ask about this, because of the whole, you know..." I said, gesturing at the leviathan cross emblazoned on her black t-shirt.
Lilith rolled her eyes at me and fidgeted nervously with one of her bracelets. "I'm not sure Christina, this seems a little bit outside of my pay grade. I don't really know what you expect me to do."
"I just need a witness of some kind. What I've got here isn't really enough to prove anything on its own, but if someone else sees it that might lend me a bit of credibility. If some random chick goes to the news complaining about a mysterious door appearing in her living room at midnight that's nothing, but if I get a witness then they might have to listen to me. Plus, I figured maybe you could, I don't know, set up some form of protective circle or sigil or something." As soon as the last words left my lips, I felt like a moron, but Lilith actually seemed to perk up a little bit.
"I mean, I guess that makes sense. How about tonight? I can come over at about 11 o' clock so we have a little bit of time to get ready", she said, a tinge of excitement in her voice.
"Sound's like a plan then, I'll text you my address. I really appreciate you doing this for me." We got up from the booth, exchanged hugs, and went our separate ways. I was skeptical about how much good Lilith's "magickal" expertise would do with regard to the unearthly door, but I had mainly mentioned it to get her interested.
I wish I hadn't.
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About 12 hours later, I heard a knock at the door (my front door, in this case, not the impossible one). I peeked through the peephole, saw it was Lilith, and I ushered her inside. She had brought with her a black leather bag, bulging with various books, candles, jars, and other occult accoutrements.
"That's a lot of stuff", I commented, gesturing towards the bag, "are you sure you'll need all of it?"
She shrugged. "I figured it's better to be safe than sorry. I'd rather be overprepared than come up short."
"Seems reasonable."
I showed her the spot of the blank wall where the door appears and she began setting up candles and incense, drawing strange signs with chalk, and pouring salt in a semi-circle in front of where the door would be. As she worked, she occasionally read out loud from some cheap paperbacks with titles like "The Witch's Bible" and "The Unquiet Dead: A Field Guide to the Afterlife".
To be entirely honest it was incredibly underwhelming. I didn't feel any "mystical energies" or unseen vistas of space and time yawning before me. There was just a goth screwing around with some candles while reciting mangled Latin out of books she got for 4.99 apiece at a charity shop.
Nevertheless, I let Lilith get on with her business and sat back drinking some cheap beer. After about 45 minutes she seemed satisfied. The floor and walls were covered with crude sigils done in white chalk, and the whole room smelt of incense and scented candles. I checked my watch, seeing it was 11:48.
I offered Lilith a drink but she declined, instead just taking a seat and fidgeting a bit with her jewelry. We talked for a while about what the door could be, where it came from, that sort of thing. Lilith seemed convinced it was must be the restless spirit of a former tenant, but I was a bit skeptical. While at this point I could no longer honestly say I didn't believe in the supernatural, this didn't necessarily strike me as some sort of haunting.
"I don't think it's a ghost", I said, taking a sip from my near empty can, "it strikes me as something further beyond our realm of experience than that. Something, I don't know, alien somehow. I mean it changes reality itself doesn't it? It transmutes a wall to a door, and let me tell you that door was real wood and the knob was real metal. Aren't ghosts supposed to be intangible or something?"
Lilith seemed like she was about to say something before she paused, a weird look crossing her face. "Christina, what time is it?" she whispered.
I checked my watch, the digital face reading out 12:07. I turned to see the door. It had been there for 7 minutes and we hadn't even noticed its arrival. Something about us not having realized it was there bothered me far more than its materialization. Was it possible that I'd passed by it in the apartment before and just never noticed it? I'd previously assumed that I'd simply always been asleep or out of the apartment when it materialized, but now I wasn't so sure.
Lilith had turned to look at it too, after a moment saying "It's like it's always been there."
The next 3 hours passed slowly, painfully. We snapped plenty of pictures of the door at every conceivable angle on our respective phones, videos too, and decided that after it disappeared again we should take footage of the bare wall for contrast. Lilith and I chatted a bit, but it was hard to continue conversations for long. Now that we had noticed it, we could feel the wrongness emanating out from the door, as if we were being watched by something just out of sight.
I don't know if there is such a thing as true evil, some sort of absolute moral right and wrong on a spiritual level. But being near that door, I felt like I was bearing witness to an atrocity against reality itself. We spent the last 2 hours of observation in nearly complete silence. It seemed like the longer we were cognizant of the door, the worse the feeling of discomfort got. If you've ever been on a roller coaster, you'll be familiar with the feeling of going up the track towards a long drop, the tension in your very blood as you brace yourself for the fall to come. As we sat there, I felt something similar.
I almost wanted to call the whole thing off, just have Lilith and I go to a 24 hour fast food place or something and call it a night. But I had to know.
Unlike with the door's appearance, we noticed when it started to open. We sat there, paralyzed with fear and excitement as it slowly started to creak open, the worn hinges squealing just as I thought they would. The room grew significantly colder, until we were both shivering intensely. Behind the door was void, absolutely void. It was black as the depths of the ocean and emanated pure dread. The smell of incense and scented candles seemed to dissipate, replaced with a vague stench like rotting seaweed.
Finally, the entrance was swung fully open, and we sat there, staring blankly into it. We didn't even try to pull out our phones to record what we saw. The thought to do so didn't cross my mind until well after.
I could see something start to move in the darkness beyond, some sort of motion, spidery, skittering. It was coming towards us. I caught a vague glimpse of a long, thin limb reaching out from the door, coming towards us, grasping blindly from out of the dark, and then-
I felt the sun shining on my face, my entire body sore.
I opened my eyes to find myself lying on the ground, outside. There were trees overhead, but the foliage wasn't dense enough to block out the light which had awoken me. All things being equal, I would have preferred my alarm clock.
I stood up, painfully, taking stock of my surroundings. I was in a park, one which I had been to before, located a couple miles from my apartment. I looked for my phone, but couldn't find it. I began to stumble my way back home, trying my best to ignore my aching muscles. I called out for Lilith a couple times, but was met only with silence. She was gone.
As I limped my way along, a passing jogger called out "Nice tattoo". Confused, I looked down at my arm.
Burned into my flesh in white letters, as if through frostbite, were the words "BRING MORE".

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Story: Like many of you, I can't always purchase tickets firsthand and sometimes I have to sell tickets when plans change. I'm not a professional scalper; I'll attend probably 20-30 events per year, including pro sports games and concerts.
Last year, I was able to buy tickets from TM for a major pop concert because the original dates were recently rescheduled, so tickets would slowly pop up on TM, presumably as fans opted to return their tickets for a full refund. However, ultimately, the show for which I got tickets (with parking) would eventually be rescheduled again, forcing me to sell, and I elected to sell on Stubhub.
My listing naturally included the parking pass, and though I listed for over what I paid, the tickets sold within minutes. When I attempted to transfer the parking pass with the tickets, I encountered an error. The parking pass was not transferable. I immediately contacted Stubhub to notify them and see how I could work with them or the buyer to ensure a successful transaction.
After repeated contact, Stubhub was able to confirm with the buyer they would accept the tickets without parking for the price they paid. The speed at which they sold indicated to me that a $50 parking pass was inconsequential compared to the savings for similar tickets posted for $200-300 more than my sale.
Months went by, because the concert was rescheduled and payments aren't fulfilled until after the event to guarantee no issues. Finally, payment posted, but less 25% which was nearly 300 dollars. When I called to request an explanation, they indicated that 25% is standard for any issues with orders that are at fault to the seller. I explained the value of the parking pass was only $50 and that a blanket 25% fee was unfair. They requested documentation from my original TM receipt which I provided. Then they came back and said, they couldn't do anything more and that their decision was final.
I was pretty peeved, so I scanned their User Agreement, which contained a section (22) on legal disputes. One of the clauses links to a dispute form, which I sent via certified mail with a request for a full refund of the 25% charge plus some additional credit for the inconvenience.
A couple of days after the form was delivered, I received a call from the Stubhub legal team, who at first tried to explain the decision just as their colleagues had done before. I responded by saying that I felt the previous comms suggested recognition by a Stubhub member of the unfair penalty with a 25% charge for a $50 parking pass. They put me on hold and then returned to offer to repay 20% of the charge which I accepted.
The interesting thing with this process is they are careful to not admit wrongdoing; the Stubhub representative offered the partial refund, As a one-time courtesy. If I did not accept, I'm not sure if they would have gone higher, but this was the first and only time I felt treated like a real customer, after I expressed an interest in pursuing arbitration as my next step.
In conclusion, I hope my experience helps shed light on how others can navigate the asymmetry of information and get a fair shake from this organization.

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Spring 4985, 20 Buromoth
The armor Smith Nangran gave them fit much better than the pieces lent to them for the trip. Shon still hated it, but he hated it a lot less. Practice, he told himself, trying to picture Master Veon-Zih's face as he did so, you can accomplish anything with practice... Except Master Veon-Zih didn't wear armor.
"I thought we were going to learn plate, or at least half-plate..." Rerves whispered to his fellows as they adjusted their new armor, working the straps so they weren't too tight or too loose.
His whisper wasn't quiet enough, however, because Master Daunas laughed from where he stood beside Nangran, and the smith huffed. "So you want to try plate, do you, boy?" The Weapon Master asked a little too innocently.
Rerves looked up hopefully, "Is that an option, ser?" Shon swallowed nervously.
"Sure! Let's give it a try..." Master Daunas grinned, the look definitely sinister in Shon's opinion. "Got some plate for the big one, Nan?" He asked Nangran, who rolled his eyes before moving deeper into the forge to retrieve a set of battered but sparkling platemail.
Rerves rushed to remove his new, specially fitted, leather armor, while Thom looked on in envy. Shon half expected Thom to request his own set of the fully encasing metal, but the shy boy stayed quiet and instead settled with helping his friend strip off the leather and strap on the clanking plate. Rerves beamed but could barely lift his arms to don the helm.
"There you go, boy! Halfway to a Paladin already." Master Daunas called out as he turned Rerves by the shoulders and marched him, waddling under the metal's weight, out of the smithy. Shon followed silently, taking note of the guards looking down from the wall and some Squires elbowing each other and snickering in the courtyard.
The four weeks of watch rotation had started, giving the new boys time to catch up before the oldest Squires 'graduated' on the spring equinox. It was four weeks in which they trained from before dawn to after dusk in the basics and foundations, while the others had mostly free time outside of their six-hour watch. Which meant the new boys had an audience of off-duty seniors.
"Now all you need is a sword!" Master Daunas was saying to Rerves as he left the over-encumbered Squire in one of the sparring rings. He strode to the weapons rack and grabbed a sword and shield before returning and presenting them to the boy. Rerves grabbed the sword, but as he took the shield, his arm collapsed, the metal of his vambrace clanging loudly against his chausses. He was still trying to heft the shield into position when Master Daunas drew his own sword, "Now let's test it out, shall we?"
Rerves dropped the shield, gaping at the Weapon Master, "But... but," he scrambled for an excuse and settled on the live steel in his hand, "You don't have any armor, ser, what if..."
Master Daunas never stopped smiling, but his voice was finally serious, "Boy, if you can land a hit on me in that, then you deserve to graduate with the others this year." and he swung.
Rerves didn't really dodge; he pulled back and fell on his backside, scrambling on his butt and trying to roll over to push himself back up but barely able to move. Master Daunas hit him with the flat of the blade in the side with a resounding gong-like ring hard enough to help push Rerves over so he could struggle to his hands and knees. "Get up boy, if you're on the ground in a fight this early, you've already lost."
Shon watched in horror as the Weapon Master continued to hammer down on Rerves with the flat of his blade. The Squire did manage to get to his feet and retrieve his sword and shield eventually but he still couldn't lift them, flailing them weakly at the Weaponmaster's legs. Master Daunas dodged easily, even yawning lazily before he flicked his sword and disarmed the poor Squire again.
"Call match!" one of the Squires shouted from the sidelines, the small crowd of them all shaking their heads at the display.
Master Daunas laughed, but Rerves took the advice and called "Match, match!" as loud as he could before dropping to his knees, heaving in heavy breaths from just a few minutes of trying to move in the full armor.
"Match it is then," Master Daunas conceded, saluting the Squire with his sword before gesturing for the others, "Help your brother out of that boys. He did his best."
Shon and Thom rushed forward to help Rerves, but they weren't alone. The other Squires came forward, one with a water skin he presented to Rerves after the helm was removed, "You did better than Zihler did last year," another of them said with a comforting pat on the shoulder after Shon removed the breastplate.
"Huh?" Rerves let out a tired questioning grunt, and another Squire pulled him to his feet so they could get the legs off.
"There's one every year," one of the eldest said sagely, picking up the discarded armor and slinging it easily over his shoulder.
"Yeah, it was Jawsh in our year," another explained.
Master Daunas strode forward and clapped Rerves on the shoulder, giving him a little shake, "You'll be ready for plate eventually, boy, but not until your third or even final year. Grow stronger in leather, then banded mail, then half-plate. Everyone starts at the bottom and works their way up."
Rerves smiled weakly but had regained some of his confidence apparently because he managed to say, "You could have just told me that, ser..." which made Master Daunas laugh out loud again.
He didn't even bother to answer the Squire, just turned around and went back into the smithy, shouting at Nangran, "I told you it would be the big one this year! You owe me ten copper Nan!"
***
For the entire first week, the new Squires were instructed in the basic drills of their assigned sword types. It meant they couldn't truly work together -each sword having different techniques- but it also gave them a chance to get to know some of the older Squires who helped them early on. The year ahead of them had five Squires, one of the largest years in recent history. Kefir and Baradin both used one-handed longswords and shields and worked with Rerves. Uther and Rehlien both used large two-handed greatswords and helped Thom. Zihler was the only one who specialized in the bastard sword and worked with Shon. He wasn't left-handed, but Shon did all the exercises with both hands anyway, letting Zihler help him with the right first, then switching to using his left after he was confident he had them down.
During their second week, they were given their first sword forms. Like the kata Shon had been studying under Master Veon-Zih, the sword forms were meant to represent actual maneuvers to be performed in combat, and he took to them with even greater gusto than he had the simple drills.
"He's like a dancer..." Kefir whispered to Zihler as they watched Shon work through the form, without complaining, for what must have been the twentieth time that day.
Zihler nodded but also huffed, "I bet he flinches the first time we spar, though."
"I don't know..." Kefir muttered, then louder explained, "He's the one who bloodied Selv on the raid. Rerves said he trained under some old man fighter before he came here."
"We'll see," Baradin interjected, joining his fellows, "Master Daunas is on his way. He wants us to get out the sparring swords."
Zihler gave his brother Squire a lazy salute. Baradin was the unofficial leader of their year. It had chafed at first, and Zihler was still the most prone to defy him on occasion -usually when it didn't matter much- but over the course of their first year even he had stepped in line to Baradin's passive ability to take command. The three waved down Uther and Rehlien, who jogged over.
As Baradin had said, Master Daunas arrived a moment later with the resident Cleric close behind. "Fall in, Squires!" he bellowed to the practicing three, and Shon, Thom, and Rerves all quickly obeyed, standing side by side at stiff attention. "It's officially week three and time to start sparring," he informed them, gesturing for the senior Squires to move forward and exchange the real swords for wooden ones. He looked each of the three over carefully, then nodded to himself and said, "Thom and Rerves, face off."
Zihler noticed Shon's shoulders slump ever so slightly as he stepped away from the other two, who turned towards each other. They were obviously nervous. "Those are wooden swords, but this is a real fight. They will still hurt like a bit-" the Cleric cleared his throat, interrupting the Weaponmasters' use of profanity. Master Daunas coughed but continued, "Despite that, I don't want you to hold back, you fight like you train, and if you go easy on each other, you will go easy on a real opponent. You are not civilians, and neither is your opponent. This isn't a game. The fight won't end until one of you takes a killing or disabling blow. Every adult here, minus myself and Smith Nangran, is capable of healing any wounds you might give or receive. So again, no holding back. If I call 'hold,' that means to freeze, stop moving, hold your position. Now lay on!"
Rerves and Thom both swallowed down their fear and moved slowly, unsure what their first strike should be. As expected, the two did hold back, both from nervousness at not knowing what to do and honestly not wanting to hurt each other. Daunas sighed, but Zihler understood. It had taken him months before he could really hit his friends. And he was one of the faster ones to manage it. And even then, only really when they were in armor.
The two newbies eventually sped up but were still pulling their hits. They both flinched with each strike, many of which were going to leave decent bruises, but Master Daunas wouldn't call an end until one of them landed a killing or disabling blow hard enough to count. On the other side of the sparring ring, Zihler saw Shon narrow his eyes as he tapped his boot with his sword.
"Match!" Master Daunas called after a loud smack pulled Zihler's attention back to the sparring pair.
Thom dropped his sword, cradling his hand. Rerves rushed forward, "I'm sorry, are you okay?" he had apparently caught Thom on the knuckles unintentionally.
"Both of you are aiming for your opponent's weapon instead of his body. You only hit their sword to parry or deflect. Hitting their weapon won't end a fight." Master Daunas instructed, "Practice boys, it's the only real way to learn, I can talk until my face turns blue, but you won't know until you make and take a few hits. Shon, you're up, Rerves, get ready."
Shon stepped into the ring, and something changed. Zihler couldn't describe it, but Rerves obviously felt something because he met his friend's blue eyes and swallowed. "Lay on!" Master Daunas shouted, and Rerves immediately raised his shield.
Just in time too, because Shon came in like a hurricane. He held his sword one-handed, but it still rang off Rerves' shield like a hammer. Rerves tried to counter as his form dictated, but Shon twisted his sword, taking it in both hands and sliding it along Rerves' blade before pivoting it up and swinging hard with a sickening 'thwak' against Rerves' shoulder. The larger boy immediately dropped his sword and reached for the wound with his shield arm while Master Daunas shouted, "Match!" and Shon stepped back.
He didn't apologize or rush forward as Rerves had done for Thom. The five senior Squires all stared at him, but Shon just bowed to Rerves while the Cleric came forward to check his arm.
"Well, I'll be damned," Master Daunas said with a wide smile, "It's about time someone listens to reason, but can you take as good as you give, boy?" Shon just arched a silent black eyebrow at the Weaponmaster, who laughed and took Thom's two-handed sword from him, handing it to Zihler, "Don't hold back, because this one certainly won't." he instructed the senior.
Zihler saluted the Weaponmaster and stepped into the sparring ring as Shon brought his sword to the ready position. As Zihler met Shon's eyes, his throat turned dry, forcing him to swallow as Rerves had done. His full year of more experience wasn't enough to prepare him for Shon's stare. The boy's icy eyes seemed to bore right through him. He wasn't at all nervous or scared. He didn't even seem determined or angry. Just cold. Like he could take Zihler's head and not lose a wink of sleep over it.
"Lay on!"
Zihler braced himself for an attack, but Shon didn't rush in as he had for Rerves. He maintained his guard and his stare until the senior Squire advanced. Inching forward, Zihler looked for the opening he knew had to be there. Shon didn't have enough experience yet to truly compete with the older Squire and when he swung, he swung hard. Master Daunas would accept nothing less.
Shon managed a parry, but both swords shook with the force of the hit. He didn't flinch and countered just as hard, telegraphing his attack and taking a breath too long, giving Zihler an opening. Shon was going to take the senior in the neck just as Zihler had imagined, and what was worse, he still hadn't blinked or changed his expression.
Zihler aimed for Shon's ribs, expecting the boy to redirect his sword and block the same way he had for Rerves. He didn't, and Zihlers wooden blade smacked him at full force in the side. If his ribs didn't crack, they were at least bruised, and Zihler felt himself flinch on Shon's behalf as the younger boy couldn't help but fold over the attack. Shon's swing lost some of its momentum, but he didn't stop, continuing to follow through, towards Zihlers neck, until "Match!"
Shon's sword stopped after barely tapping Zihler, showing that he hadn't lost control of the weapon and still had enough sense to pull the strike once the match was over. Would he really have hit the Squire full force if Master Daunas hadn't stopped them? Zihler felt himself sweating and had to swallow again. Shon finally blinked and stepped back, reaching for his ribs and flinching in pain as he gripped them.
The Cleric rushed forward, already speaking a prayer, and Zihler muttered a quiet, "Sorry..." as Shon flinched again at the healer's touch.
Shon furrowed his brow, then asked, "Why?" making Zihler blink in confusion, "We weren't supposed to hold back." Shon explained.
"Yeah, but..." Zihler started,
"You could've blocked that. It's the same technique you used in your first match," Master Daunas instructed Shon sternly.
Shon looked down at his sword, then back up at the Weapon Master. His eyes darted momentarily to Zihler before he muttered, "If I'd been faster, I could have ended it before he put too much force behind it..."
"You took the hit on purpose?!" Zihler shouted in disbelief.
Shon just shrugged, his ribs healed enough that it would only hurt a little to move, "I wasn't fast enough."
"Next time, block," Master Daunas chastised the younger boy, "Even if the blow had lost half its strength, you would've been injured." Shon hesitated, and Zihler noticed him clenching his fist at his side before he nodded in answer.
The bell for lunch sounded its twelve long rings, filling the courtyard as Master Daunas waved the boys towards the weapons rack, signaling an end to the practice. Zihler’s fellows joined him as he handed the practice weapon back to Thom. He didn't speak until the three newbies moved far enough away not to hear, "That was scary..."
"He really went all out, didn't he?" Kefir asked. Zihler could only nod.
"Cold-blooded," Rehlien commented.
"You have no idea," Zihler confirmed, "Even the seniors hold back more than he did."
The five turned toward the fortress and lunch, Baradin saying, "He could've though, did you see how easily he stopped his swing?"
"I felt it," Zihler mumbled, rubbing his neck. But he'd also seen clearly that Shon wouldn't have had the match not been called.
"I couldn't do that..." Uther mumbled, more to himself than the others, his shoulders slumping.
The other four immediately shifted their attention to their fellow. The poor boy had struggled through every stage of their combat training. Baradin patted him on the back, trying to sound soothing, "It’s only been a year. You have plenty of time."
Uther sighed heavily, "That was his first match, and he's already better than I am..." none of the others had an answer for that.
***
"I can't do this..."
Shon looked up from his book to furrow his brow at the older Squire. Uther looked as dejected as ever, staring unseeing at his own books spread out on the table in front of him. They showed drawings of fighting forms being performed step by step with explanations detailing each one's use.
"Uther..." Kefir whispered, reaching out to rub his friend's back, "You can..."
"I can't!" Uther slammed his book shut, and every Squire at the table jumped in surprise, "I don't want to. I hate this. I hate all of this." he crossed his arms over the table and dropped his head into them.
Shon tried to go back to his book. It was none of his business. He hardly knew the boy, and even if he did, what would he say? What could any of them say? And yet he listened as the others tried to comfort the frustrated Squire. "You're the best at our theology and law lessons, though, Uther. We can help you with the rest. We still have time."
"I don't want to fight..." Uther spoke into his arms, "I never did... I just thought... I thought that if I tried hard enough, I would learn..."
"You will."
"I don't want to." he was barely audible now, even in the absolute silence of the library.
At the end of the table, two boys a year older than Uther exchanged looks and silent nods before they stood and came to kneel beside him, "You don't have to." one of them said. Shon looked up again.
The other rubbed the Uther's back gently, "There was a boy a year older than us, his name was Karlin, he had a hard time too..."
Uther turned his head just enough to look through his arms at the Squire, "He gave up?"
"He went to train as a Cleric instead." the first said, "We got a letter from him last year, he's really happy, Uther. Maybe..." he hesitated, and his friend picked up for him,
"We would never encourage you to quit. If you want to stay, we'll help you. Everyone here will." he gestured to the table at large and then to the rest of the fortress beyond the library door. Uther lifted his head, and Shon nodded when he met the older boy's eyes. Though what he could do, he still didn't know.
The senior Squire continued, "But if you really don't want to, we will support you in that too."
Uther looked around at all of them, then whispered, "It's not too late?"
"It's never too late," the Paladin on duty chimed in without looking up. Perhaps not wanting to interject too much into the Squires' group effort to comfort their own.
"You've only been here a year, and Karlin already showed it's possible to transfer. If that's really what you want."
"I... I think I'll go pray..." Uther finally managed to choke out. The two boys stood and helped him to his feet but let him walk to the door on his own. Shon went back to his book.
He'd wanted this so badly it had hurt. He couldn't imagine being in Uther's position... But he also felt a strange sort of pride in his fellow Squires. They had stood up to help their fellow without hesitation, even now that he left, they weren't judging him for his voiced doubts. And even Uther himself. Shon had to imagine that it took a lot of strength to admit to the others that he might give up, that this path wasn't for him.
The next day Uther left Hamerfoss.
***
Along with the fundamentals of their swords, the new Squires were caught up in lessons on kingdom law. As Paladins, it would be their responsibility to enforce the law in each of the ten provinces, each with their own nuances. However, kingdom-wide laws always superseded province laws, so the new Squires were expected to know as much of that as possible before they started with the others.
Today they were learning about magic regulation...
"You should've all learned the basic theory of arcane magic before reaching maturity..." the Paladin giving their lecture began, waiting for their nods before continuing, "So you know that, theoretically, anyone can practice arcane magic. With enough study and funding. The kingdom has granted the Mages Guild a leading voice in the laws surrounding the use of arcane magic, and the power to enforce them with the assistance of the local Temple representatives."
The classroom was made to hold twenty five Squires and so felt particularly large and empty with only the three of them seated in the front row taking silent notes as the instructor spoke. He explained how the teleport system of gates worked within the Guild. That transport could be purchased to instantly travel between Guild towers, but that permission had to be granted from the destination if crossing province lines; otherwise, travelers would be trapped in the Guild and heavily fined, even imprisoned in some cases. He touched briefly on the cost cap of certain magical items, such as bags of holding and weather-resistant cloaks, to prevent price gouging. And handed out a list of outlawed magic items they would be required to memorize in their own time for a test at the end of this training period. It mostly consisted of anything that could cause outright harm, rare and valuable spell components for powerful spells, or items that aided in stealth that could be used for thievery. Though with the proper licensure, some experienced allies of the Temples were permitted to use many of them.
"Arcane magic has the potential to be very dangerous, and as such, all practicing Mages are required to be trained and registered as members of the Guild. Only Archmages, the highest Mage rank, are permitted to conduct research outside the Guild and take apprentices at their leisure. Which brings us to Sorcerers..."
Shon looked up from his notes. Their teacher was writing on the board again. At the top, he scrawled 'Sorcerers' then drew two lines down from the word to 'Clearance' and 'Sealing.' "When a Sorcerer awakens, they are required to..." he started, but Thom and Rerves both quickly raised their hands.
"What's a Sorcerer?" Rerves asked after the instructor nodded his way. Thom put down his hand, having had the same question.
The instructor looked at Shon and asked, "Do you know what a Sorcerer is?" when Shon shook his head, the man looked disapproving, "Then why didn't you ask?"
"They did..." Shon muttered down to his notebook. The teacher sighed and Shon glared at his notes. He would've asked if Thom and Rerves hadn't... assuming the answer wasn't made clear as the lesson continued.
Rather than further chastise him, the teacher moved on to answer the question, "A Sorcerer is someone who possesses natural arcane magic. They are born with power over one of the five elements. The power usually manifests around puberty, and when it does, the Sorcerer in question is taken to the Mages Guild. There they are either trained to control it -taking many years of study- or the power is sealed." He turned his back on the boys to continue writing on the board. Under 'Clearance', he wrote 'training' and 'testing', and under 'Sealing', he wrote 'tattoo' and 'item.'
"A Sorcerer with a clearance is the same in practice as a Mage who is registered with the Guild. Most Sorcerers, however, have their power sealed, preventing its use,"
"Why?" Thom asked, then quickly clapped his hand over his mouth, embarrassed for interrupting.
The instructor didn't seem to mind the interruption so much as the question itself. His eyes went wide in his disbelief as he looked down at the boys, "It is incredibly dangerous. Earth Sorcerers have been known to cause small earthquakes; Water and Air Sorcerers can drown or steal the air right from the lungs; Ice Sorcerers can freeze an entire room; and Fire Sorcerers... well, they are the most destructive. And all of that can be unintentional. Their magic is driven by their emotions, and if they can't control it, they are a danger to themselves and everyone around them. This is also why they are usually sealed with a tattoo..." he tapped the word on the board, "The sealing tattoo blocks their ability to use any kind of magic. It locks their energy, and thus their magic, in their body, preventing its manipulation. It is also given to any Mages, Druids, Clerics, and even Paladins that break the law and endanger the kingdom."
Rerves opened his mouth but then remembered to raise his hand, waiting for permission before he asked, "But don't Clerics and Paladins lose their God's blessing and their magic if they use it for evil?"
The teacher sighed again, though sadly this time, "Only Saint Giorgos reveres law itself as holy, and not every God holds the same standards for evil."
"Horsa..." Rerves growled under his breath, and the instructor nodded solemnly in agreement, his eyes flashing angrily at the mention of Hengist's brother and nemesis.
"Spells that are acceptable in Horsa-controlled provinces are not always permitted in Hengist's lands and vis versa. The Temples prefer to transfer those caught performing illegal acts with magic to a province where it is permitted, but occasionally, even a Cleric or Paladin can be tattooed to prevent further spell use. In some provinces, and you will learn more about this later, they even tattoo non-magic users who commit violent crimes. To prevent them from ever learning dangerous magic in the future."
Shon stared at the word scrawled in his notebook. Sealing tattoos worked by sealing the person's energy in their body, their ki... would it prevent Monk abilities too? The bell ending the lesson interrupted his thoughts, and Shon looked up to the teacher with the others, waiting for official dismissal before they would close their notebooks, "You should have that list of contraband memorized by the end of the week," the instructor reminded them as he began to erase the board, "Dismissed."
***
A rabbit made of fire hopped its way around the open cage. She sat on the floor, focusing on it, forcing it to keep the shape she willed while she stroked the cat's crimson-scaled head. The cat rested its entire front half in her lap, its lower legs splayed out on the ground, limp, too weak to move. She fought back tears as it tried to lift one great paw to bat at the bunny. She let the cat hit it, even made the flame rabbit fall down, pinned under the red claws. Not all of her treasures could touch her fire, but this one could, so she would do this for it at least. It purred in triumph at catching the flaming bunny but closed its eyes a moment later, letting out a ragged breath.
It was dying. They all died eventually, but it didn't stop the pain. She sniffed, trying to keep the tears from falling as she let the fire go. Snuffed out like her treasure.
"Come on, Red... it’s time to go..." Ran whispered into the cage.
She shook her head, stroking the large cat's side. Its breathing had slowed even further, "Not yet," she choked, then sniffed again.
Brom rested a hand on Ran's shoulder, "Give her a little longer."
"The Archmage..."
"He can wait," Brom whispered.
Her tears finally started to fall, streaming silently down her cheeks and over her scales, the same shade as this treasure, the first treasure she'd ever pet. It had lived longer than the others, somehow, and was one of the few she was capable of touching for more than a few moments. "Why?" she asked the journeymen, not really expecting an answer she could accept.
They squatted down outside the cage together, and Ran answered, "Their bodies can't handle the magic. They're animals with dragon power. We're trying Red, but we haven't figured out how to stop it yet..."
"Am I going to die too?" she asked. The cat's breathing slowed further, her tears dripping onto its head and sizzling as they landed.
"No, Goldy, no... You're different... you're..." Brom struggled to find an explanation.
"A Sorcerer Red," Ran provided, "And a really powerful one."
Her treasure breathed its last, letting the air out slowly until it was unmoving in her lap. She cried silently. Curling around the large cat that was too heavy for her to lift, she cried into its neck, holding it close.
Brom crawled into the cage, but he didn't touch her, "Come on, Goldy, maybe the next generation..." he braved grabbing her arm, flinching at the heat of her skin and pulling her out of the cage as silent tears continued to fall. She tried to control herself but couldn't and fell to her knees as soon as she was out. Brom pulled quickly away, shaking his burned fingers. "Oh, Goldy... please don't..."
She squeezed her eyes shut, trying to stop crying while also keeping her power pulled in, so she wouldn't catch any of the scattered straw or her caretakers' robes on fire. Her eyes flew open when a thick heavy blanket wrapped around her, and strong arms held it tight to her.
"I've got you, Red... It's okay to cry..." she could feel the antifire spell on the blanket press into her skin, but past that was Ran's arms, and a moment later, a second set, Brom's, wrapped her in a tight embrace. It was the only way they could hug her, and she was grateful enough that she let herself go, her shoulders bobbing as she sobbed and wailed for the loss of her treasure... and for herself.
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TLDR; special needs child and different sexuality and priorities is causing a huge rift in relationship but I(wife) and financially dependent on the husband and am unable to leave the relationship despite it not really working. needing opinions on what to do..
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This goes into a lot of person details and refers to sex.
I just. I need some perspective and some other people's opinions.
I kinda do and don't know what I should do.
So. I'm 32f and my partner is 35m. We have been together for 6 years, married for 5. I'm ace(asexual). He is not. I prefaced the entire relationship, before we started dating, that I was ace and what that meant for me.
(Here is some back story on me. I came out as ace in high school year 2005 (i was 15ish). My friends, aka the gay kids, all told me I was only saying that because I couldn't get a boyfriend. So I did my best to live as a het women. Obviously struggled in relationships. I was full porn because sex did nothing for me and my only way of thinking how things worked was by seeing and copying porn. I was hyper sexual to make up for my lack.. In 2016(I was26ish) I came out as ace again. This time telling people I was ace and knowing it was true.)
Back to when I met my husband in 2016. I told him I was ace and what that meant for me. How I give zero fs about sex and such. He says no problem. Cue relationship start. Not long after we started dating I (not purposefully) proceeded to go back to my old habits of being hyper sexual to appease my partner. That lasted for around 10 months before I couldn't anymore. So then things slowed. Instead of every day it was every other. Then every few. The once a week. Once a month. We got married in 2018, when it was around once a week. I quickly became pregnant (We were planning to as I've always wanted to be a mother). He didn't like my pregnant body so sex stopped. Fine by me, and then postpartum no sex for the 6 weeks and then I was too busy and tired so no sex for over a year. Perfect for me, not for the hub.
SA TW
Eventually it ended up being a bad situation where he'd take what he wanted and I didn't stop him even though I absolutely did no want it. It led to me becoming ill whenever he touched me, even just his hand on my hand. I'd become nauseous and my anxiety spiked. My entire body was then physically repulsed by him. We ended up separated for a few months because of that and other reasons.
The other reasons are long but I'll summarize it to him being the stereotypical cishet male that is of the opinion that the only thing he needed to bring to the relationship was income and a dick. Also many instances of some emotional abuse generally involving him publicly shaming me and neglecting my needs. He was angry that once the child was born, he was no longer the main character in my life, the child was. I think even now (4 years after the birth) he still resents our child a bit. He believes the child should come after the couple and I believe children should always be first (In terms of importance).
I had been promised support from a family friend if I was to leave him. But that did not work out. (the person wanted me to take him to court to get as much money as I could out of him and I absolutely did not want to fuck him over.) I quickly realized that the support I thought I had was not there and I couldn't afford to not be with him. (Our child has special needs. The childcare I had lined up fell away as he got bigger and was harder to handle. I needed to quit my job to care for him. I did quit my job but it wasn't until we moved back in together.) Time away from the hub helped my body settle down and into longer was repulsed. So we moved back in together. He has not pressed for sex. He mentions sometimes how he would like it but doesn't force me anymore. I occasionally will initiate in pity. I don't want him to be unhappy but I also don't want to be unhappy.
Neither of us are happy in the current climate of sex. I love to cuddle and be close but if I do that he makes it about sex. We've talked and talked. I've said how I'd 10000000% fine woth an open relationship and he can get his sexual needs met with anyone that will have him. But he is very monogamous and doesn't want to do that. We tried scheduling it but that fell away as I didn't want to do it and I think he felt wrong/pressure from what happened before and didnt want to hurt me again.
I'd be happiest not having any sexual expectations put on me. I'd be happy not being married to him. For more than just the sex reasons. But I literally can't afford to not. Our child is a lot and most if not all day cares won't take him. Not that I can afford daycare even if there was some available and willing to take him on.
I just need to hear other opinions and perspectives.
I know what I think I want to do. But I dont really know if I should.
I come from a broken, poverty home and I dont want to raise my kid like that.
But I also don't want to raise him in a home that doesnt have loving parents.
To add to the issue, my child has moderate/severe disability (All cognitive no physical). My husband is unable to deal with the tantrums and outbursts and everything that comes along with the cognitive disabilities. He yells and restrains him when he cant take it anymore. And it makes me angry. Talking to him about it doesn't have any long term effects.
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So yeah.. this is the gist of what is going on. If I can get perspective and opinion.. Like i said I know what I think I want to do but.. well Im scared. and I dont know if its the right call. Neither of us are happy but I don't think we'd be especially happy separate either. I want my kid to have a parent that wants him. I want to be happy and I want my husband to be happy.
Oh and before it is brought up we did start some couples therapy but my repulsion to him made us separate and that stopped and now with one income we cant afford it.
And if it makes any difference, we live in WA state.

I’ve currently got a 2021 VW Polo. I got it in May 2021, with 7 miles on the clock.
Today, the clock is at 24,310.
From home to office is 17 miles. So daily I would do 34 miles.
I now work in London, and drive up Monday, drive home Friday. It’s between 111, and 113 miles each way depending on the route I take.
From May 2nd to today, I have done 1,743 miles. Which has costed me £350 in petrol.
I currently pay £265.99 a month for my car, and I have £2k positive equity on the agreement, and having had the car for just over 2 years, I’m now in a position where I’ve paid half the agreement off, and can either give the car back and walk away, or go to a different dealer and chop this in.
My question is;
What is the best car that fits my criteria?

• high MPG, cheap to run
• cheap tax (pre 2017 cars are £30 tax a year, my polo is £190 a year)
• ULEZ compliant
• cheap to maintain
• big enough to sleep in comfortably for car camping, but small enough to be allowed into the local house rubbish site without payment.
• spacious. The polo is very claustrophobic.
• modern enough to have Bluetooth connection and maps display.

I’m single with no children, but would like a slightly bigger car to fit my needs.
EDIT; ideally I would like to keep within the budget of £200-£250 a month, or under £2k.

Hi guys, I did OE for 3 weeks last year when I left one job for another. I purposely did not give my two weeks until my first day at the new job and my original job wanted 3 weeks notice, which I agreed to. It was too stressful to work both of those jobs because once I put in my notice, J1 was up my ass about documenting everything and J2 required TONS of trainings and time. I thought OE wasn't for me but then I realized I did it wrong and original J1 would have been perfect for OE had I not told them I was leaving. Also, I was in the middle of a cross country move from Michigan to California during all of this. It was wayyyy too much.
Fast forward to a year later.
breakdown:
J1 - 190k base salary. senior position. tech start up. toxic culture. I'm 1 of 2 engineers on my team. Excellent pay. Using new technology. I have a nice MacBook. High turn over in general at the company. Cameras on during meetings, strongly encouraged, esp with leadership.
J2- 120k base salary. L2 (of 4) I downplayed my skills massively. 1 of 5 engineers on my team and I'm the most junior one as far as leveling goes. Old technology (ew-teradata) mixed with new technology (DBT + python). They gave me a gross Dell. I don't even connect it to my nice external monitor. I NEVER have to have my camera on.
J3 - It's technically considered a side hustle by most but I am a sitter on Rover and I bring in at least 5k a month on that, 7-9k if there's a holiday that month. I pay all my main bills (rent, utilities, car repairs, landscaping, water, etc.) from this money. My partner and I then split what is left over 50/50. This month I got $1500 after all was said and done.
After a year at J1 I got J2. After two months working both jobs I get promoted to Tech Lead at J1 and recieved a glowing midYear performance review (protip- tell ChatGPT to rewrite your performance review as if it was written by Anthony Bourdain, Jughead Jones, Sun Tzu, etc.).
I don't plan on working J2 forever, but I am going to work it as long as possible. I had a massive amount of CC debt, property taxes on rental properties, repair costs on rentals, and personal taxes to pay off. In the past year, while working just J1 and doing Rover I was able to pay off 26k in CC debt, 15-ish k in repair costs, and 3k on taxes). I got J2 to seal the deal on getting out of debt regarding the rental properties, pay personal taxes, rebuild my savings, and prepay for both personal and property taxes come 2024 tax season. I have 20k left in taxes to pay off and I just transferred 8k to start paying that down. I get paid on the same day for both jobs so having 8k show up in my account every two weeks has been a god send.
I've had several people tell me this is all "normal" debt to have and I should just pay it down slowly over time like everyone else. I messed up last year when I mismanaged my properties and I'm only just now recovering. Props to some people for choosing what's best for them but I need to pay this off ASAP. I used to invest 1k a month into the stock market and I would really like to get back to that.
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Current Debt:

1. Property Taxes - 12k
2. Personal Taxes - 15k (I'm on a payment plan but I would like to just pay it off)
3. Projected Property Taxes due in 2023 - 10k
4. Projected Personal Taxes due in 2023 - *shudders to think* I need to meet with my accountant to even guess. Rover has me as a contractor and I have an LLC so I'll owe around 20% of my earnings. I'll probably owe 15k in personal taxes.
5. Personal Business Loan - 19k
6. H Loan - 120k

So I guess if I stay diligent I could have items 1-4 paid off by December 😂 😭. I really should be either putting some of this money away to have on hand, or cash out refi my properties to have a cushion.
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Thanks guys!

My career prospects will heavily rely on where I choose to work more than anything, since it'll likely be something in the public sector (think city govt, MTA, something like that) (Ironically, the movement of people is probably going to be something I study as part of my career). Most people in my department work in NYC and I've been looking into it as a better city than DC (where I'm closest to) yet I'm still conflicted. I go to college in upstate NY so I've been around Buffalo, Rochester and Syracuse but don't know if I can see myself living in these places (though I love how they're much smaller than NYC/DC) due to their isolation/dreariness.
Whatre some options for someone who wants to stay on the east coast (especially NYC or northward), have the benefits of living in a big city (good nightlife, supportive communities, good walkability/transport options) without having the costs of the big city (rent is especially an issue, I'd like to be able to have a studio for around 1.5k since I expect my starting salary to be around 60k-70k)?

I'm so far in a waiting period where my insurance has to work with doctor on prior auth etc to get covered.
My question is, anyone know if it's possible to let that process still be worked on, but yet just pay whatever and go pick up a first 30 day supply out of pocket without hurting the approval process of insurance?
Also assuming walmart, any idea of no insurance cost for 30 days?

A few bricks were broken on my front door steps and the stairs needed to be redone I guess. We were quoted 5 k to redo it. The contractor shows up (my husband is doing all the communication at this point ) and begins work and offers to pull out the entire entry way paved stones to the house too to realign them and make them look good better ? Now that he pulled it all out he’s saying it was poorly set and there’s no foundation under it just dirt. So he’s saying this will cost more and he needs to draw up another contract. I was skeptical of his offer to pull out all the stones in the entry way path too and my naive husband thought this would basically be free or at a low cost ?
Just wondering if this is legal and if my husband was duped. I’m pretty pissed at the moment. And not sure how to proceed as we wait for an updated contract.

I worked as a park ranger in Northern Alaska for years, from when I was in my early twenties until my mid-thirties. At first, when I took the job, I was trying to escape, but over time, I learned to love it- the endless wilderness, the snow-capped mountains, the muffled way everything sounded during blizzards. With no light pollution, the stars up there look like tiny chips of diamond. And during the winter, the Northern Lights roll in, twisting and shimmering in strange, alien colors.
But a few years ago, things got much worse. People up here have started to go missing at an alarming rate. And I started having strange experiences around the park and the nature preserve.
One of the strangest parts of my story started on a freezing, dark night in 2018. I was on a snowmobile out in a terrible blizzard. The conditions were nearly to the point of being impassable. The snow was falling so thick and fast that it looked like a moving, shimmering wall of white on all sides of me.
Another ranger, a huge, lumbering man named ‘Ace’ Acosta, pulled up behind me on a second snowmobile. I looked at him, standing six foot six with majestic peaks stretching up into the night sky, and thought about what a great picture this would make. As I was looking around, I saw the faint tracks in the snow. Ace’s snowmobile lights were pointed in their direction, and I had been standing almost on top of them without realizing it- which is fairly easy to do when a few inches of snow are falling every hour.
At first, I thought it was the frozen tracks of an injured animal. I saw the drops of blood soaked into the superficial ice first. Following their direction with my eyes, I realized there were footprints pressed into the frozen crust leading away from me and towards the flat stretch of the tundra. I squinted, getting down on my knees and leaning inwards. I didn’t want to trample the tracks.
I quickly realized I was looking at human footprints- naked human footprints. But who would be out here in December in -40 degree winds without shoes? They would die rapidly out here. Just for me to drive across the tundra on a snowmobile required me to wear three jackets, long-johns, snow pants, thick jeans, a ski mask and multiple layers of socks and gloves with hand-warmers. I wore special water-proof boots with composite toes that wouldn’t freeze like steel toes. And despite all of this, I was still cold.
I moved forward, and saw handprints mixed in with the footprints, all of them bloody. The ice was thick enough to slice open human hands and feet, undoubtedly. The logical conclusion was unshakable- someone had crawled through here, maybe naked, on all fours, and their frozen body would be somewhere up ahead. I sighed, turning to Acosta. He still stood in the same position, his face covered in a red scarf with only his eyes showing. I saw one ice-covered eyebrow raise questioningly.
“I think we got us a body somewhere nearby,” I said, getting back on my snowmobile and starting it. He did the same.
“What kind of freaked-out tweaker would be walking around here without clothes on?” Ace asked in his deep baritone. “Man, I need a hit of whatever that guy’s on. I’ve got two sweaters and two winter jackets on, and I’m still cold. Eh, Kelton? Eh? What do you say?” He started elbowing me jokingly. I frowned, not responding.
Ace always had a smart aleck remark. He was next to me when I was interviewed for this job originally, down at the recruitment center in Washington state. The old lady doing the interviewing was a bloodless, angry-looking specimen of a woman with huge glasses that magnified her eyes twice over. She spat out each of the questions like a drill sergeant talking to fresh meat in the Army.
“Are you a member of any organized religion?” she had asked brusquely. Ace shook his head.
“No, ma’am, but I am a member of a disorganized religion,” he said. “We call ourselves ‘the Servants of the Old Ones’. We’re waiting for the ancient reptilian gods at the bottom of the ocean to awaken. So far, however, they haven’t responded to any of our texts.” I thought about this as I revved the engine twice, a sign that I was about to pull off and that he should stay close.
We took off, going slow and following the tracks as close as possible without destroying them. But the tracks just kept going, the bloodstains seeming to grow fainter as we moved forward- and strangely enough, the distance between the hand and footprints also started to get longer, as if someone were running on all fours and speeding up. We were nearing the beginning of the forest of evergreens when I saw a white flash just up ahead.
The thing that ran from us was humanoid, but I knew at once that it was no person. It ran on hands and feet, totally naked, its skin a pale, lifeless white color. It turned its head towards the lights of the snowmobiles briefly. I saw a hairless creature with skin that clung tightly to its simian body, its lips permanently pulled back from its mouth as if they were eaten away. Underneath it showed mottled black and red gums covered in thick, clotted blood. Its nose appeared as little more than two irregular holes, and its eyes- they reflected the light of the snowmobiles, like the eyes of a raccoon or opossum. They were huge and sunken in its starving, monstrous face.
And I saw what was leaving the bloody trails. The creature was, as far as I could tell, totally uninjured. In its permanently grinning mouth, between rows of crooked, sharp, blood-stained teeth, it held the body of an infant. The baby’s head lolled from side to side, the neck seemingly broken, and blood dripped constantly from its mouth and nose. It had deep puncture marks in its tiny parka, half-rings of teeth marks that must have broken its ribs. The bloodstains on the snow were becoming fainter, because the heart was no longer pumping in the body of the one leaving them.
I had a loaded rifle inside my snowmobile, and kept a 12-gauge shotgun slung around my back, mostly in case of bear or moose attack. I always kept the shotgun loaded with slugs, which were, in my experience, the most versatile ammunition for stopping any large animal. The .308 might take down a polar bear, at least with a good headshot, or it might just piss it off on a bad day. But a shotgun slug to the head or heart will stop any bear or moose in its tracks.
Of course, this was no polar bear ahead of me. For all I knew, it was something far worse. I looked down at the speedometer to see I was going twenty miles an hour, in the dark, in a blizzard. And yet this strange humanoid creature was still losing us, its seemingly never-ending store of energy still sending it forward at a superhuman speed. Its pale, bony legs and arms pumped back and forth so fast that they were just a blur. It kept its sharp teeth around the nape of the dead infant’s neck, like a mother cat carrying its young.
I kept one hand on the steering wheel while trying to free the strap of my shotgun over my head. I slowed down below twenty, and the creature responded by going even faster. It was making a break for the mountain forests that started only a few hundred feet away. I got the gun free and quickly stopped the snowmobile and raised it. I centered the sights, taking a deep breath to steady myself, and fired.
I missed, though I don’t know by how much. Shotguns had the drawback of being significantly less accurate at further distances than the rifle. But by the time I got the .308 out, I knew the creature would have long since disappeared in the thick brush and trees. By this point, Ace had also stopped and opened fire, but the creature had already gone.
“God damn!” Ace screamed. “That was one fast motherfucker. I can’t believe he got away after all that.” I heaved a deep sigh.
“I think we better go find out where he got that baby from,” I said. “We might have a lot more corpses on our hands than we realize.”
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We found a radio in the snowmobile and messaged in what had happened, or at least the basic gist of it. I left out the part about naked, half-human abominations, and said that it was an unknown animal. There wasn’t much law enforcement up in these parts, because, hell, there were barely any people. The rangers as well as fish and wildlife agents regularly worked with the police officers in small towns, at least those that had police officers. Dozens of the local tribal villages had no police at all. These people would come to forest rangers and fish and wildlife agents most of all, and were always some of the county’s friendliest and most helpful residents.
By the time we got back to the original blood-stained footprints, the snow had covered up the tracks completely. However, based on the direction that the creature had been going and where the tracks had come from, I thought I knew where it might have started. Following the path in a nearly straight line led to the Lutna Peak Trailer Park. Ace and I drove off at max speed across the rolling hills and flat plains, the snow coming faster and heavier now. They say eskimos have dozens of words for snow, and after being a ranger up here, I can say I’ve seen every variation of it a thousand times. This was turning into the kind that was wet with huge flakes and tended to stick to everything. We would probably have to find refuge soon, especially if it got any heavier.
I heard the screaming before I saw the commotion. As we came around the sharp right turn where the dirt road turned into the trailer park, I saw dozens of people out, flitting like gnats around one of the trailers at the back corner of the park. All of the lights were on in that particular trailer, and I saw one woman comforting another who was bent over and crying.
Even though almost everyone knew us here, I pulled out my badge identifying me as a federal law enforcement officer. Up here, all the rangers were technically federal agents, allowed to carry guns and make arrests like typical police, except we were licensed under the Department of the Interior rather than under state law enforcement agencies.
I ran into the trailer, and after one long glance around the place, I knew there was no need to call for any ambulances. Ace followed close behind me, his heavy, thudding footsteps shaking the trailer slightly as he ascended the steps. We said nothing for a long moment. The entire family was dead.
There was blood everywhere, even spotting the ceilings. Most of it had frozen in the cold, and I wondered how long the door had been left open. Body parts were scattered across the floor, an arm in the corner of the room, a head standing up on the kitchen counter, even a random tooth embedded into the sheetrock. The savagery was brutal, and the amount of strength required to carry out such an attack must have been extraordinary.
“I think we’re going to need a lot more people on this than just me and you,” Ace said. I nodded, already bone-tired, and with so much more work to do tonight before I could go to sleep.
We phoned both state and federal authorities in the area. Since much of the land was tribally owned, we had to deal with multiple branches. Eventually we got CSI out there in the middle of a snowstorm, though they had to come from over three hours away. We just secured the scene while we waited, constantly being brought into neighboring trailers where townsfolk would tell us the latest gossip. They also brought us hot coffee and tried to milk us for any information we might have, as they usually did in such situations.
“No, Maggie, honest,” Ace was saying to one old lady wrapped up in an ancient fur coat, “I don’t know any more about it than you do. You can be sure that you’d know if I did.” By that point, police cars were slowly pulling in, one by one. Ace and I told them a simplified version of the night’s events, said goodnight and left the scene to them. I went home and took a scalding hot shower, trying to force the night’s coldness out of my bones. Then I slept deeply, though I had nightmares of that creature’s face turning to me, holding a dead baby in its mouth and marking me with its emotionless, reflective eyes. I didn’t know it then, but that would be the last time I would sleep in a bed for many days.
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The state police assigned us an officer the next day, stating they wanted an official representative of their interests involved in the case. It was, by this point, a fairly high-priority case. We didn’t even have many assaults or robberies up here, less likely murders, and the murder of an entire family really stirred up the locals. The fact that the CSI techs couldn’t make heads or tails of it made it even worse. They hadn’t even agreed on whether it was done by humans or animals or a combination of the two, like men with fighting dogs who went berserk. With no leads, they wanted us to go back to where we had seen the creature the previous night and see what we could find.
The police officer who would be tagging us, a woman named Officer Melinda Jansen, had the look of someone who just started a new job, and doesn’t realize how terrible it is yet. She was all bright-eyed and bushy-tailed, and when she shook my hand, she nearly crushed the bones together under her iron grip. I saw Ace wince slightly when he shook her hand too. When she turned her back, he looked at me with one eyebrow raised, as if he were saying, “What can you do?”
It didn’t take us long to find the spot from the previous night. When we got close to the forest where the creature disappeared, I saw a branch that had been hit by a shotgun blast, and knew we were right on the money. In the daytime, I saw that there was a slight, curving trail through the trees here, maybe an old deer trail. It was just wide enough for us to take our snowmobiles through if we went slow. Occasionally, I would have to get off, being in the lead, and move large branches that lay across the path, but overall it was faster going than I had expected.
The trail followed across the top of a rolling hill, went down and then spiraled up around a mountain. We were high now, at least 7,000 feet above sea level, and the view went for hundreds of miles. It was breath-taking, seeing the frozen white landscape below us, mountains lining one horizon and the Arctic Ocean on another. A couple hundred feet ahead of us, however, the trail just stopped. I saw an opening in the mountain. Slowly bringing my snowmobile up, I looked into it and saw what looked like naturally-formed stone hallways.
The halls sloped down at a steep angle without stairs. An eerie silence radiated from the gradually thickening darkness. The other two snowmobiles cut out right behind mine, and Officer Jansen came walking up, flicking on her LED headlamp. Immediately, I saw a strip of light blue cloth. I walked forward, bending down to confirm what I had already suspected: that this was a piece of the missing infant’s clothing.
“That looks like more than enough cause to me. Let’s do this,” Jansen said. “I’d like to be back before sundown.” She kept walking without waiting for confirmation. Ace and I slung on our packs and turned on our headlamps. I tried using the radios and sat-phone to share our location, but neither was working. The bright, artificial lights showed that the natural stone walls of the hall just kept on descending into the mountain. A warm breeze blew past me, an acrid, sulfuric smell following in its wake.
“This is just a body recovery mission at this point,” I whispered to Ace, giving Officer Jansen a wide space so I could talk. “So why are we potentially risking our lives here? We should be waiting for back-up. We both know that the infant is dead, and has been for a while.”
“You know what I think…” Ace whispered conspiratorially, before a low shriek stopped us all in our tracks and ended conversation. I never did get to hear what he thought. By this point, it was much warmer than it had been outside, and I had the urge to start stripping off jackets. The shrieking had intensified, and was now being answered by dozens of others that surrounded further away in the stone halls.
Officer Jansen had pulled out her gun, which I saw with some astonishment was a .454 Ruger, a large caliber gun with good stopping power. I saw enough magazines strapped around her hips to decimate an entire herd of buffalo. I also pulled off my shotgun, making sure it was filled with lead slugs.
“Do you have any idea what we’re up against?” I asked her. Ace was right behind us, his shotgun already cocked and loaded, the muzzle pointed downwards. I was sweating heavily by this point. The air in the tunnel just kept getting warmer. It felt like I was walking into a sauna. Thin clouds of mist and droplets of hot condensation clung to the smooth granite ceilings. The hall continued to descend at the same steep rate, but now I could see something at the bottom: light.
“Not much more than you, really,” Officer Jansen said with a slight sneer. “My only advice is to shoot first and ask questions later. Kill anything that moves. This place has taken a lot of people already, people who were too fat and slow to watch their own backs…” I squinted as I examined the lights. They seemed to emanate from some sort of organism growing on the stone’s surface.
It wasn’t electrical lights, and it certainly wasn’t natural sunlight. It glowed like the lights of millions of fireflies, a purplish-blue color that painted the granite floors and walls in a totally different light. We were walking as quietly as possible by this point, but I still hadn’t seen anyone. We reached the bottom of the stone halls, where strange mushrooms glowed in the darkness, their mycelium giving off that black-light color everywhere as it stretched across the threshold of the opening. I turned off my LED, seeing my comrades do the same, then poked my head through, looking back and forth.
I saw more of those creatures from before, their lips missing, their skin pale, their eyes huge and rabid. They constantly twisted and snapped their heads to the left or right, as if hearing something only they could perceive. Two were dragging an elk that had been mutilated and torn down the middle. Another was dragging an old man’s dead body forward by the upraised legs. I saw the old man’s head was missing, his wrinkled hands trailing behind the body. I watched where all this activity was headed, then I gasped.
A huge, insectile monster sat lazily against the stone wall as these creatures brought it meat. The monster was so fat that I wasn’t even sure it could stand up. It had a blood-red, chitinous exterior with a hood like a rattlesnake’s that extended around its head. Its teeth trembled together constantly as it shoved more gory offerings into its mouth, sending blood gushing forwards in thick clotted rivulets that dripped down its chin. Its long, thin arms had sharp knife-like digits, and its six legs branched like those of a praying mantis, splayed out on each side of its body, shining a dark red color in the strange light of the chamber. Its belly stretched far in front of its body, and with horror, I saw it drop a cluster of eggs, each as big as a dog. Their surfaces writhed and trembled, looking tight and ready to burst at any moment.
The creatures that fed and cared for this monster rushed over, dragging the eggs to the corner of the warm chamber. I saw that there were dozens more of them over there, and that some had already hatched.
Whatever that monster was, it had already given birth, and now those things were walking around, totally free to kill anything, or anyone, they wanted.

LF Gym Malolos Guiguinto area
Hello there, im 31F wondering if any of you have fitness gym recommendations around Malolos or Guiguinto area. With flexible gym and PT rates.. I would like to try fitness boxing as well 😊
About me: Medium body frame, i would like to tone up my body. my last gym session was 2021 and I've been busy at work and doesn't got a chance to come back for a good workout. I enjoy working out and liftings but i am intimated to do routines by myself kasi hindi ko talaga matutunan the leg day, back day etc kind of things. Nahihiya ako na baka mali mali ginagawa ko since I'm not an athletic type. I am PT dependant kaya naging costly on my part..
Send me DMs for your recommendation/suggestions.

My work is giving me a discount on lifetime subscriptions to Rosetta Stone, so it would cost $160.
How good of a deal is this compared to other deals that are available now, or that come up from time to time?
When I hear "lifetime subscription," I assume that means "most of the basic services will be available to me forever with no additional charge." Is that right, or is it weirder than that? (Like "you still have to pay us micropayments, but you get a discount for life because of your subscription" or something like that.)
Also feel free to give me your opinion on how Rosetta Stone compares to cheaper things if you want, that's also relevant. I haven't used Rosetta Stone before but I do like structure when it comes to learning a language.

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Hi all! Drisoth recently made a post about how LoR competitive players should interact more with the community, and while I personally don't have the energy to do so on the main channel, I can offer some amount of advice on decks I've been playing a lot of. I always liked reading the old deck guides and theorycrafts on this subreddit, and would like to try and help revitalize the sub!
I decided I wanted to create a guide for Ornn Trundle since it's one of the few decks I feel I have a thorough understanding of. There are other more complex decks I'd like to make guides for in the future, but I'll start small with a simple one. It's an excellent deck if you want to climb quickly, and is a good deck for beginners since most of the important decisions are made in the deckbuilding phase.
Deck List: ((CIEACAIECMAQIBAKAEDAMHIBAYAAMAIHAEEQCBYEBEBAGAICAYCAMAIEBMGCOAQBAQAQUAIGAEEAA))
Overall, this deck guide listed 31/40 cards as staples, and if you added the max copies of everything that gets you to 46/40. Keep that in mind when adjusting the list!
Champions:
Trundle (3x) - Trundle is one of the main reasons why Timelines has almost exclusively been paired with freljord. Converting Ice Pillar into a 0-mana 8-drop is massive tempo, and can lock down a game. Additionally, he's just a solid body at 4/6, and having overwhelm on level 2 is great since at that point you need to be ending the game!
Vi (0-1x) - While I don't run any Vi since my version is focused around leveling ornn and finishing the game that way, I think 1x is entirely reasonable. Her big challenger body can be useful for taking down backline engines or just pulling away a good blocker, and she can become pretty nutty with scout or overwhelm equipment. (If I were to run her here, I would likely try and sneak in 1 or 2 bjergs so you can still find ornn consistently.)
Ornn (2x-3x) - Ornn is a card that is extremely mediocre in his level 1 state, as he can just be chump blocked endlessly and the new equipment will be stranded on a useless body. However, his level 2 creating a big overwhelm body is very nasty if you can get a good equip onto him, as it's pretty hard to survive against multiple big threats slamming you on T7/8. We've built this deck in a way where leveling him before then is entirely possible, either through forging or with wildclaw's ferocity.
Followers:
Weaponsmith's Apprentice (1x-3x): This card on paper is absurd, as it's a 1-mana 2/3 in a deck where we run 9 improvise units! The small body is also quite useful in the midgame as another unit to equip or transform with wildclaw's! However, it's a card that we actively want to avoid using timelines on, and it is a bit difficult to fit into the early curve. I'm still on 3x since I like the ability to forge, but I think cutting to 2x or even 1x could make sense, since it's not essential to the gameplan.
Zaunite Urchin (0x - 2x) - This card on paper doesn't make sense here: we already have 2 T1 plays with weaponsmith's apprentice and timelines, and we have no cards we actively want to discard! Why run this? Well, it's because your hand will sometimes have a couple of bricks, like 2x trundle/ornn against an aggro deck, another early drop in the lategame, an extra equipment, or an extra copy of timelines. In these cases, zaunite urchin is 1-mana 2/1 that draws 1 with effectively no downside, and EVERY SINGLE DECK would play that card. I'm not big on it personally, but feel free to experiment with it over some of the other inclusions!
Favored Artisan (3x) - Very solid card: equipment synergy, durable body that doesn't need the timelines effect, and still handy in the lategame for giving your stronger units an extra boost!
Eager Apprentice (2x-3x) - Prior to the revert of timelines to 1-mana, this card never made sense with it since you couldn't play this T2 anyway, but now times have changed! While wildclaw's ferocity is the flashy finisher that closes out games, eager apprentice is the backstage crew member that set the stage for it 3-5 turns ago by banking 2 spell mana, which is incredibly important when your deck actively wants to curve out and never waste unit mana. It also lets you hold up troll chant and boosts your thermo beams! 2x and 3x are both reasonable, but I think having a 2-drop is important enough given your mulligan strategy that running 3x is proper.
Piltovan Castaway (3x) - Staple of any timelines deck: as it turns out, getting a free equipment that adds 3 stats of value on a random 3-drop is pretty good! The attune is what puts this card above the next inclusion:
Innovative Blacksmith (2x-3x) - Another staple of any freljord timelines deck for the exact same reasons, except instead of 1 spell mana you get 1 healing. 2x and 3x are both reasonable, but like eager apprentice I prefer the consistency 3x provides given how important it is to curve out. Worth noting that you may not want to transform this card if your opponent is heavily pressuring your life total, as sometimes getting an extra 1-2 healing can put you out of range of burn.
Combat Cook (3x): IMO this card is the primary reason to run timelines in freljord: while it's doing the same thing your 3-drops are, this one also forges itself, meaning you get 5 extra stats of value onto your 4-drop. Now THAT's value!
Augmented Clockling (2x-3x): A new addition to the archetype, clockling is extremely nice as a time-trick + cost reduction stapled onto a 4-drop! Aloof used to take this slot typically, but IMO this card fills the role better. I could see someone running 2x to make room for bjergs, but I'd rather just play the stronger generalist card that can sometimes highroll a 6-cost ornn anyway.
Babbling Bjerg (0x-2x): Bjerg provides a reasonable body that will always tutor ornn (or a trundle if he leveled up)! I don't play him since I often find ornn naturally and I prefer the other 4-drops, but running 1x is fine and you could consider 2x if you're on 2x ornn!
Hearthblood Mentor (2x): This card doesn't typically gain a lot from transforming into a random 5-drop, but the play effect is so good that it's still worth running. Forging twice and healing a unit is a lot stronger than it sounds, as you're always going to be attacking with your big units to pressure the opponent, and you can either go extra-tall on one unit or spread out your buffs depending on the matchup! The nexus healing is also extremely valuable against faster decks. I wanted to run 3x, but realistically we just don't have room for it given we already run 3x trundle.
Spells:
Thermogenic Beam (0-2x): This card is a debatable inclusion: while it's a flexible removal tool that can find use in almost any matchup, it's also somewhat bricky and rarely your best play on any given turn. I opted for 2x since there's a lot of nonsense on ladder where having a removal tool is important, but 1x or even 0x could be better.
Concurrent Timelines (3x): The reason to run this deck: we run understatted followers that gain a ton from this effect, and finding it on T1/2 dramatically improves your winrate!
Three Sisters (0-2x): IMO this is the other card we should consider running over thermogenic beam: while none of the choices individually are strong, having access to all 3 effects is very nice in a deck that can't do much other than slam units and hit face. I run thermo over this, but feel free to slot in 1-2 copies over some of the other inclusions!
Troll Chant (2x-3x): One of the strongest combat tricks ever printed, being able to effectively give +4 health to one unit or +2 health to units is incredible. You can also use it as a weaker freeze and/or spellshield popper! I like 3x with 3x eager apprentice, but it's not essential to the gameplan since if an equipped unit dies you can just stick the equipment on a new unit.
Wildclaw's Ferocity (2x-3x): This is the alternate wincon that works even if you don't hit a timelines: play this on an equipped unit, hit face with the wildclaw and level ornn, and end the game with your next swing. I opted for 3x since drawing multiple is actually good in slower matchups, and we run plenty of small units that we're happy to transform!
Notable Exclusions:
Ferros, Icevale, Vulpine, Aloof, Fanclub, Revna: The problem with these (and other cards I probably missed) is that either their effect is only situationally good, or they provide value when we would rather have cards that put more pressure on the opponent. They are also aggressively mediocre when we don't hit timelines, which inherently isn't a bad thing (we still run eager apprentice), but only further pronounces their faults.
Mystic Shot/GE/Aftershock/PnZ Tellstones - These cards are useful tools for a control or burn deck, but this deck isn't trying to win by removing all your opponent's threats or burning your opponent down, but instead slamming down bigger units and smacking your opponent with them. Thus, they don't make the cut.
ITS/Buried - While this combo used to be the core of freljord timelines, as it's a one-sided board clear on T7/8, IMO it just doesn't make sense nowadays. Even ignoring the fact that it's a 2-card combo and both cards are weak individually, the combo itself has a bunch of problems. It's not useful against aggro, your opponent needs to have a significant board presence for it to matter, decks with deny absolutely ruin your day, and there are some decks that can survive or even kill you through it (like nasus -> atro, or the condense elusive spam deck). I'd rather just play wildclaw's ferocity in those spots, as it puts the opponent on a much faster clock and doesn't leave you completely exposed to the same weaknesses.
Mulligan:
While I think LoR mulligans are extremely difficult for the most part, this deck has an incredibly straightforward one that's likely correct 90+% of the time:
If you don't have timelines, throw everything back looking for timelines.
There are some more nuanced decisions, though, like against aggro I'd still likely keep a 2-drop since drawing multiple is actually good, and if I'll need thermo (ex: against kindred, aphelios, norra, etc.) I'll keep it.
Final Notes
I'd love to hear feedback/criticism about the deck and the guide as a whole! I've only stated my take on this deck, and think there's room for discussion on a ton of different aspects (the ratioing, which spells to run, etc.)!
Also, let me know if this format was easy to digest! I haven't made a reddit post for a while (used a completely different account a few years back), so I just tried to bold everything important and trusted it would look good!

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