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2023.05.29 17:37 narutonaruto Chattam and Wells

I've been on my first mattress buying journey after my last hand-me-down mattress started waking me up every morning between 4-7 with excruciating back pain. I've done the days of internet research, small panic attack, hate capitalism cycle that seems pretty commonly expressed on this forum.
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It doesn't surprise me that build quality has gone down over the years since that's apparent in pretty much everything else but I hope to avoid that as much as possible. I hold doing the right thing now to benefit the future (considering health aspects of good sleep) and investing in something well made that will last very highly. I have a pretty low salary but I'm a good saver and don't mind dipping in a bit for such an important purchase if it truly is worth it.
Since there wasn't much discussion on this sub around this brand I wanted to see if I could make a post to get some opinions on those familiar with it and if there was any alternatives. Also if there's any tips on negotiating with Mattress Firm it'd be much appreciated. If I could talk them down a bit with the Memorial Day savings today I could probably swing it.
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2023.05.29 17:35 TheScribe_1 [The Book of the Chosen] - Chapter Eleven - The Room of Doors

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Chapter Eleven - The Room of Doors
‘Get moving!’
Sara watched the men readying their horses, squinting at the brightness of the stone. The courtyard was full of the sound of boot-steps and creaking leather. Overhead, a thin veil of rippled grey hung over the early winter sky, and the dawn sun tugged gleaming at its edges. Overhead, the dull black shape of an old stormtower bled the sky. Empty, just like the rest of them. There was something very jarring, Sara decided, about the worn jerkins and stubbled cheeks of her father’s men, ensconced in a pillared courtyard of vast stone. They were out of place, and they had been every moment since arriving in Uldoroth, she realised. They didn’t belong here. Her own anxiety was mirrored imperfectly with the relief on their weary faces, and the dark rings under their eyes seemed just a little less deep. There may be Black Hand to deal with, back in the Westmere, but it was home. At least there your enemies had the decency to show themselves. Sara realised she was chewing her lip. At her back, two of the Black Guard waited wordlessly in their gold-touched armour, much more in keeping with the finery of the courtyard, and everything else in the capital. They were waiting to escort her away to the Queen, unaware they found a girl not so eager for the honour as she had been, just a few days before.
‘Father!’ She called out, spying him across the writhing mass of men in their moss green cloaks, but he seemed not to hear her. He was standing near the arched cloister at the far side of the square, cloaked and ready for travel, in hurried conversation with a shaded figure standing beyond the marble facade. She squinted, trying to make out the other man, but there was nothing but a dark shadow to trace.
‘Well then, M’lady.’ A voice said beside her, and she turned to find Halin looking down at her, a kind smile on his broad face. ‘You’ll be a right proper Princess when I next see you, methinks.’
Sara smiled at him and shook her head sheepishly. ‘Uldoroth is not my home, yet, Halin. I won’t forget.’
‘Be careful you don’t, Lady Sara.’ Halin glanced distrustfully at the Black Guard behind her. ‘Lots of fancy folk here. Fancy folk with fancier lies.’
‘I’ll be careful, Halin.’ She told him seriously.
He smiled again, and the sternness dissolved away from his face.
‘Take care, M’Lady.’ He told her, dipping his head politely. She returned the gesture, dropping into a small curtsy.
‘Look after my father, will you?’
‘Always, M’Lady.’
Halin hurried off into the throng in the square, and Sara watched him go, feeling her the knot in her belly tighten. The conversations with her unexpected visitors had left their mark, a nagging uncertainty gnawing at the excitement that had carried her through her first few uneventful days in the capital. The little comfort she had taken in the presence of her father and his men was a loss she could ill afford. She watched her father’s back, frowning softly to herself. Her thoughts were not what she had imagined, when she had thought of him leaving. A hundred different times, and more. Had she expected tears, grief at the parting? Relief? Instead, there was only the fear, a dull, leaden weight in her belly, clammy-cold as marsh-water.
‘Come on, you whoresons! I want to be on the road before lunch!’ Halin roared, and the men quickened their work. Her father had not moved, still deep in conversation, just out of sight. She peered a little closer, and for a moment the pale sunlight crept over the top of the square, flashing against a colourful doublet marked with a silver brooch. The Fox’s lips barely moved as he spoke from the shadows of the cloister, and her father was scowling. Sara frowned.
‘Mount up!’
The ornate wagon that had been her home all those weeks trundled into the square, then, drawn by a pair of stout horses. Sara saw her father turn reluctantly towards it, striding out into the square. Sara peered past him into the cloister, and for a moment Lord Bywood’s sharp eyes caught hers. Then he smiled, dipping his dark, smooth head, and vanished himself away into the shadows.
‘Father!’
Sara hurried out into the crowded square, leaving her escort behind, darting between the shifting limbs of the horses. Her father turned towards her as she approached, and smiled small smile, in two parts, one weary, one sad.
‘Sara.’
She threw her arms around him and pressed her head against his chest for a moment, and he put an arm around her shoulders. She knew her role, and the knowing of it made her safe for a moment. Then she stepped back, looking up at him.
‘I thought you were going to leave without saying goodbye.’
‘I… There was much preparation to do.’
Sara did not reply. His eyes had that same distance that they had had since they arrived in the capital. Uldoroth had worn at him, as if all the brightness and finery had made his skin dull, eyes darkened like the contrast of shadows in bright sun.
‘Will you write?’
He blinked as she spoke, then smiled, and the tiredness fell away from him for a moment. He took her chin gently in one hand, tilting it up to meet his eyes.
‘Yes, I will write.’ He told her, and she saw again that fierce ambition in his eyes, the look she had known so well on their journey from the Westmere. Swollen around the soft, lazy ease of diminished strength. ‘And I shall expect news in return. The Rose of Westmere will show these fools how a real lady charms.’
Sara smiled and lowered her eyes self-consciously.
‘I… I will not disappoint you, father.’ She said quietly, and found, in spite of herself, that there were tears in her eyes.
‘See that you do not.’ He replied. Then he let go of her chin and climbed quickly into the carriage. He leaned out from the window for a moment, before they were gone, banging a hand against the wooden panels of the door impatiently.
‘Move out!’
‘You heard him!’ Halin bellowed in response, holding his horse in check beneath him. ‘Back to Westmere, before your wives go straying!’
With that, her father’s men spurred their horses away into the white corridors of the citadel, bound for the sky-cages and the city below. They had arrived on foot, leading their steeds, but they left by horseback, hurried by grave purpose towards the long road west. She watched the window of the carriage as it trundled away with the horses, but her father did not appear again. She stayed there, staring after them, until the party were out of sight and the great gate of the keep heaved closed behind them, slamming into the distant stone with a resounding thud.
‘M’Lady.’
She turned to find the Black Guard waiting, watching her with dark eyes through the narrow slits of their polished helms. For a moment, the suddenness of the departure threatened to overwhelm her. What was it he had told her, slurring over his unfinished dinner, in the pristine perfection of their lodgings, surrounded by invisible eyes? Power belongs to the strong. To those who take it. Just then, standing in the courtyard, watching alone as her father departed, she realised that he was right. And he wasn’t strong enough. She took a deep breath, smiling for the Black Guard, and followed them out of the ancient courtyard into the halls beyond.
*
The broad, open avenues and garden-ways of the Keep of Eranor closed in to interior corridors rather quickly, when you knew the way, and soon Sara was following her black-gilded escort through pale passageways lined with statuettes and tapestries, ceilings lost far overhead to the flickering light of amber flames. An occasional glimpse of pale sunlight leaped out across the stone floor, shimmering through shifting motes of dust. Sara was her Lady-self again, graceful and poised, gliding over the polished floor after her escort. The giant corridors were a maze of twists and turns, past fragment-views of gardens and libraries and sitting-halls and galleries, but she was dimly aware they were moving towards the Hall of the King. The thought made her a little giddy.
‘Will I be received in the King’s Hall?’ She asked as they walked, but the Black Guards didn’t reply, and their armour clinked in the quiet. Sara frowned, following them. The passage curved, rising, and she found that the wall on her right side suddenly gave way to the hall below. One of the galleries, set high in the rafters of the King’s Hall. She stopped, putting her hand on the balustrade and peering out over the ledge, into the vaulted, silent emptiness of the hall. Some fifty foot below, the patterned black and white marble of the floor gleamed in flashes of reflected amber, quiet and empty. At the far end, pale sunlight caught the Night Throne, setting fire in the mirrored stone. Overhead, the matching nightglass ceiling gleamed like a lake in starlight, and swirling figures swept back and forth across it in the shifting light of the chamber. Sara felt a little thrill run over her neck.
‘Sara.’
Sara blinked, starting, and found Dana standing beside her.
‘Sister!’ Sara took hold of her sister’s hands and rose onto her tiptoes, pressing a kiss against her cheek. ‘Here to welcome me into the fold?’
She was struck again by the strangeness of her sister, the difference in her. Dana wore black, a dress of simple lines and inlaid jet, at once relaxed and taut as a lute string. Her pale hands were folded over her belly, and her muddy dark hair was pulled back into a bun. The Black Guards halted behind her, waiting.
‘I am to escort you to the Queen’s chambers.’ Dana said simply. With that she turned and began to walk away along the balcony, towards a closed door at the throne-end of the hall. Sara frowned, hurrying after her.
‘Do the King and Queen not share chambers?’ She asked as they walked, and the hall below drew on beside them.
‘Their Majesties prefer… to keep their own space.’
The Black Guard fell into step at a respectful distance behind them, armoured heels clicking against the stone.
‘How many others are there?’
‘How many what?’
‘Handmaidens. How many does her Majesty keep?’
Dana did not break stride. ‘Two others, and the Matron.’
‘I suppose we shall not have servants of our own.’ Sara said quietly, eyeing the shadows shifting over the nightglass ceiling. ‘No need to spy on us when we are so close.’
‘Sara-’ Dana began, but Sara cut her off.
‘Father is gone, you know. This morning.’
‘I know.’ Dana replied, looking ahead.
‘You did not come to see him.’
Dana did not turn.
‘I’m sure he will miss you terribly, sister.’
Sara bristled suddenly, grabbing her sister’s arm.
‘I did not ask for it!’
Dana looked down at the hand on her arm, frowning. ‘What?’
‘Any of it!’ Sara told her, angry now, her whisper cracking. ‘I didn’t ask to stay. I didn’t ask him to send you away. I would have given anything to go with you. I thought he would never let me leave.’ She lowered her voice, flicking an eye back towards the waiting guards. ‘I did not ask for the way he… the way he…’
She took a breath, swallowing, and straightened, looking her sister in the eye.
‘There are worse things than being ignored, Dana.’
Dana’s hand folded over hers.
‘Let’s… let’s put it behind us.’ She said quietly. ‘You are here, now.’
Sara blinked at her, nodding. She wanted to say more, but her words would not come, locked away from her tongue by the choked gulping of her breath. She lowered her eyes, and Dana squeezed her hand.
‘Sara, listen to me.’ Dana murmured, leaning close. ‘You must be careful. The Queen-’
The door at the far end of the gallery swung open, creaking on its hinges. The pair fell silent, frozen, and whatever Dana might have said, she held instead.
*
‘Wait here.’
The Matron, the head of the Queen’s Keepers, was an elderly woman with rounding hips and hair the colour of ash tied into a tight bun behind the worn-leather creases of her forehead. She was wearing black, same as Dana, though her smock was somehow plainer, when she opened the door onto the gallery, ushering the sisters wordlessly into the corridor beyond. Dana had bowed her head deferentially, withering under the Matron’s hard eyes, and quickly disappeared into one of the many doors of the hallway. Sara almost asked for her to stay, but instead she steeled herself, remembering her lessons, and followed the stern old woman down the long, flickering hallway. The corridors of the keep were all severe, all lit by weak, flickering torchlight and gleaming the gleam of cold stone, but here they were particularly bare. There were no busts, no tapestries, no mosaics. Nothing but cold, dead rock, lent a little life by the dim thrustings of infrequent braziers. In her own apartments, she had understood the quiet, but here, in the keep proper, there was an eery silence to the corridors that jarred with Sara’s anticipation. Where were the nobles in their gay clothes, where was the music and laughter of a King’s Hall? Sara frowned to herself, and kept walking.
The room at the end of the hallway was broad and rounded, like a kind of circle made out of many flat edges, each holding the low light of a brazier. The marble floors were black and white and patterned like a gamesboard, empty but for a broad nightwood table at its centre, matching the room itself for its odd roundness. On the far side, a wall of shutters opened out onto a large, bare balcony, and over the intricately wrought stone balustrade, Sara could see the City of the Moon below, sweeping away towards the edge of the Heartspire, empty stormtowers stabbing black into the sky. Beyond, the great emerald plains of Valia stretched out into the west, past the fiery line of the river Arq, scored with jagged, dark rock and silver streams. Sara swallowed, realising she’d never been so high up.
‘Wait here.’
‘But-‘ She protested, frowning, but the Matron was already gone, turned on her heel and disappeared back the way she had come. Sara flinched as the door slammed shut behind her, and the silence of the room prickled at her skin. The breeze rustled over the balcony, swirling about the pillared windows, but the air inside was still as the grave. She stepped slowly over to the table, touching the polished wood. This much nightwood would have cost more than a wagonload of gold. She traced the knotted lines across the black surface, trying to ignore the cold weight churning in her gut.
Time stretched on around her, and the minutes dragged by like years. Despite the open air flooding through the windows, the chamber was not cool, warmed by the subtle glow of the braziers, and she felt a little wetness beginning to build under her arms. She looked about herself, trying to calm her heart. There were four other doors in the room, besides the one they had entered through, all dark and heavy looking, and each bore a pattern of silver on its face. There was a cradle, and opposite it, a pendant with teeth like a wolf. Beside the cradle door, a small drinks table, a glass jug of purple wine atop it, with a pair of matching glasses. The two doors closest to the balcony bore a sun and a crescent moon. She looked a little closer, and realised that the markings were not moonsilver, merely an imitation in gleaming silver paint, and the door she had entered through bore no markings at all. Sara watched them, imagining the rooms that lay behind each. Which one was the Queen behind, she wondered, and her heart quickened at the thought, stomach churning. She was stranded, here, now, in the capital. What if the Queen didn’t like her? What if she said something wrong? Would she be sent away again, back to her father?
‘Lady Westmere.’
The crescent moon had swung open, and the Queen glided through, a beautiful shadow in a studded black dress, arms glistening with little sharpened sequins the colour of midnight. Her hair had been contorted into an elaborate maze of raven curls over her pate, and her pale skin took on a translucent sheen in the pale light from the balcony doors. The throat of her dress was open, as it had been in the King’s Hall all those days ago, and she wore the same golden necklace, its myriad points sharp like daggers with their drops of ruby blood.
Sara blinked, then remembered herself, and dropped into a low curtsy, bowing her head.
‘Your Majesty.’ She said quietly, keeping her eyes on the floor.
The Queen did not reply. Sara was dimly aware of her shadow moving across the floor, crossing to the drinks table beside the cradle door. Sara risked a glance up, then, and found the Queen’s slender back to her. When she at last turned, she had a glass goblet of wine clutched in her narrow fingers. Sara lowered her eyes again.
‘You are a pretty one, aren’t you.’ The Queen said quietly, as if to herself. Her voice was cold, like ice leaking over lakewater, deep and still. She took a sip from her cup, and Sara could feel the cut of her eyes against her skin. ‘What did the Weasel of Westmere do to sire such a pretty daughter. Your sister, maybe, I understand, but you…’
Sara forced herself not to frown.
‘Well trained, I see.’ The Queen murmured, smiling coldly. She took another sip of her wine. ‘Your mother’s touch, I assume, not your father’s.’
Sara hesitated. She glanced up at the Queen, then lowered her eyes again, nodding.
‘I hear she is unwell.’
Sara looked up again, braver this time, and found the Queen’s dark eyes watching her over the rim of her glass.
‘She has an affliction, Your Majesty. She does not eat, and rarely sleeps. The Keepers say it is a disease of her mind.’
‘The one thing none of us can escape.’ The Queen sighed, toying idly with her glass and looking out of the window over the city below. ‘Still, there are worse places to be sickly than a Lord’s hall.’
‘I suppose… I suppose that is true, Your Majesty.’
The Queen raised an eyebrow. ‘Suppose, do you?’
Sara squirmed for a moment under the weight of her eyes, but then the Queen turned away, stepping slowly around the edge of the table till she was standing beside the open windows. She took another sip of her wine, back to Sara again.
‘Your sister met you, this morning.’
Sara hesitated, thrown for a moment by the abruptness of the statement.
‘Yes, Your Majesty.’
‘And she came to you yesterday, in the apartments Bywood found for you.’
‘Yes.’ Sara felt the cold weight return in her belly. She thought of what the Fox had warned her. There is always someone watching. She cast her mind back to her conversations with Dana. Gods. What had they spoken of? Had she said something out of turn?
‘Curious, that she did not seek out your father.’
Sara let out her breath slowly. That was not a particularly well-hidden curiosity.
‘Dana must have been very busy, Your Majesty.’
‘She is as busy as I make her, and that is rarely too taxing.’
Sara sighed. ‘They have… sometimes not seen eye to eye.’
‘And you?’ The Queen turned as she spoke, fixing her eyes to Sara’s again. Behind her, the distant sounds of the city drifted lazily up through the air, swirling around far-off columns of wispy smoke. ‘What do you say of him?’
Sara hesitated again, stuttering. ‘He is my father, Your Majesty. I trust that he always knows what is best for his daughters.’
‘In my experience it is fathers who know the least about their own daughters.’ The Queen replied dryly, sipping again. ‘Come, let me look at you, then.’
She came back around the nightwood table, her long, narrow limbs gliding over the polished floor, and stopped in front of Sara, setting her glass down beside them. She took Sara’s chin in two spindly fingers and tilted it upwards so that she was looking her in the eye, only a few inches from her face. Sara realised again how tall she was, as tall as her father, at least, though her slender frame made her seem much smaller. She tried not to squirm, but she found that the Queen’s fingers dug uncomfortably into her chin, dark eyes flitting back and forth across her face like a hungry wolf.
‘Yes, very pretty.’ She said at last, not releasing her chin. Sara could feel her breath on her face, smelling softly of dark wine. ‘No wonder. You look like her, you know.’
‘Who-‘ but the Queen had already turned away, back to the table, picking up her wineglass in one bone-stretched hand.
‘The Matron will meet you outside. She will give you your tasks and show you to your chamber. You will begin tomorrow.’
Sara flinched, realising she had been holding her breath. She curtsied to the Queen’s back, suddenly a little giddy.
‘Thank you, Your Majesty.’
‘You may go, girl.’
Sara turned to go, not at all sure what to make of the encounter. She paused at the door, looking back over her shoulder, but found the Queen looking out over the city silently again, wineglass in hand, black dress glistening with jet. Sara hesitated a moment longer, then hurried out into the corridor beyond the unmarked door, closing it behind her.
*
The night before her father leaves, she wakes in darkness.
She does not open her eyes, but she knows it is not yet dawn. The sounds of the garden beyond her shutters are soft and murmuring, wind-stirred and drip-spotted.
She can feel him over her, the tense stillness of him, closer than shadows. He smells of wine. Sweat. She is cold, but she does not move. She dares not move. She can feel the weight of his eyes, dulled with drink, tracing the lines of her. His breathing sounds like anger.
She does not know how long she waits there, frozen. But she does not open her eyes. Not once. Time stretches out before her in that moment, an eternity of breathless terror.
Then he leaves. The smell of him lingers long after the door has closed behind him. She lays there a while longer, motionless, dead as stone. Then she curls into her own arms, and weeps silently until the dawn.
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2023.05.29 17:33 Acceptable_Task2040 Concerned my friends (21F and 25M) are having an affair

I (20sF) am part of a five member friend group and two of the friends, let’s call them Joanne and Tim, used to be in a relationship. I was always close with Joanne and Tim came into the friend group once they started dating. I’ve known these friends for nearly 4 years.
Tim was very toxic towards Joanne - manipulative, controlling, didn’t respect boundaries etc - and after just over a year of dating Joanne built up the courage to breakup with him. There were many times I listened to Joanne vent and cry about his behaviour and once she admitted to me that it was a matter of “when, not if” they broke up I supported her through this. I was so relieved for Joanne when it finally happened.
Tim and Joanne made a big show of still being friends as they claimed they didn’t want to break up the friend group. Eventually Joanne admitted to me that they had started sleeping together again, and on a group holiday I had the misfortune of walking in on them. I was naturally furious at this as me and Joanne were sharing a room and Tim should not have been there in the first place. Joanne begged my forgiveness and I let it go as I didn’t want to sour the mood while on holiday. In this period Tim was still horrible towards Joanne and she frequently came to me for advice and I began to run out of words as my advice was repeatedly ignored.
Fast forward a year and Tim has recently gotten a new girlfriend. I thought this was a good development as Tim would be less focused on Joanne and I hoped this would give Joanne permission to move on. She claimed that it didn’t bother her that Tim was in a new relationship as they hadn’t been sleeping together for a few months at that stage and that he was free to date whoever he wanted, she was just upset that he had made her promise not to be on Tinder or date anyone else after they broke up as it wasn’t fair on him however he was doing it all along.
We once again went on our annual group holiday and I noticed something odd. Joanne was being very friendly towards Tim - constantly disappearing off with him, putting her head on his shoulder on the plane. He was putting his hand on her knee at dinner, play fighting with her, and they were both constantly whispering to each other and giggling. They would be sending messages to each other on Snapchat at the dinner table and not doing a very good job at hiding it from the group. Whereas Joanne would normally rant and complain about her behaviour, she was unusually quiet about him.
One evening they disappeared away from the spa and when I eventually went up to the hotel room I found Tim and Joanne in the bathroom with the door mostly closed over. I was speechless. Tim instantly came out and held up a roll of toilet roll, claiming he was just borrowing a roll of toilet roll off of us as the cleaners hadn’t put one into the boy’s room that day (one of our other friends had mentioned that earlier in the day to be fair and Joanne had offered them our spare one). Tim joked that I must have PTSD after walking in on them last year and then jovially asked “Threesome?” before walking out laughing. Joanne swore that nothing had happened but it wasn’t a good look.
More recently since returning from holiday we had to attend a funeral. I don’t have a car so I asked Joanne for a lift. She told me she’d be at her family home outside of our city that day as it was at the weekend. I offered to get the train near to where her family live but she responded telling me not to worry as Tim would drive instead, picking me up first before her.
Oddly on the day of the funeral, she was already in the car when Tim arrived at my house. She explained that she decided to stay at her flat in our city without any further context which is surprising as she goes to her family home nearly every weekend. Her family home is on the way to the funeral anyway so it’s not as though her staying in our city was more convenient. As the day went, little comments led me to suspect that he had spent the night at her flat.
I can’t help but feel that they’re still hooking up. It’s confusing as all the evidence of a potential affair is somewhat circumstantial and I haven’t seen them do anything more explicit such as kissing or having sex.
I have been cheated on before myself so I know how much it destroys a person’s self esteem and makes it hard to enter future relationships. I feel if I were to speak up a lot of it could be explained away as just being close friends. I’m also scared that I could have false stories spread about me. I have since left the company we all used to work for and I’m concerned they would spread stories that might damage my professional reputation. Despite this I feel strongly that the new girlfriend deserves to know if Tim is having an affair.
My stance is that I will wait until I see something more physical such as making out before I tell his new girlfriend but I feel very on edge just waiting to witness something
So I come to relationship_advice with the following questions. At what point do I tell the new girlfriend? And is there anyway to go about it without repercussions for myself?
Using a throwaway as I know most of the friend group browse Reddit
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2023.05.29 17:33 TheScribe_1 [The Book of the Chosen] - Chapter Eleven - The Room of Doors

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Chapter Eleven - The Room of Doors
​
‘Get moving!’
Sara watched the men readying their horses, squinting at the bright-ness of the stone. The courtyard was full of the sound of boot-steps and creaking leather. Overhead, a thin veil of rippled grey hung over the early winter sky, and the dawn sun tugged gleaming at its edges. Over-head, the dull black shape of an old stormtower bled the sky. Empty, just like the rest of them. There was something very jarring, Sara de-cided, about the worn jerkins and stubbled cheeks of her father’s men, ensconced in a pillared courtyard of vast stone. They were out of place, and they had been every moment since arriving in Uldoroth, she real-ised. They didn’t belong here. Her own anxiety was mirrored imper-fectly with the relief on their weary faces, and the dark rings under their eyes seemed just a little less deep. There may be Black Hand to deal with, back in the Westmere, but it was home. At least there your ene-mies had the decency to show themselves. Sara realised she was chew-ing her lip. At her back, two of the Black Guard waited wordlessly in their gold-touched armour, much more in keeping with the finery of the courtyard, and everything else in the capital. They were waiting to es-cort her away to the Queen, unaware they found a girl not so eager for the honour as she had been, just a few days before.
‘Father!’ She called out, spying him across the writhing mass of men in their moss green cloaks, but he seemed not to hear her. He was standing near the arched cloister at the far side of the square, cloaked and ready for travel, in hurried conversation with a shaded figure stand-ing beyond the marble facade. She squinted, trying to make out the oth-er man, but there was nothing but a dark shadow to trace.
‘Well then, M’lady.’ A voice said beside her, and she turned to find Halin looking down at her, a kind smile on his broad face. ‘You’ll be a right proper Princess when I next see you, methinks.’
Sara smiled at him and shook her head sheepishly. ‘Uldoroth is not my home, yet, Halin. I won’t forget.’
‘Be careful you don’t, Lady Sara.’ Halin glanced distrustfully at the Black Guard behind her. ‘Lots of fancy folk here. Fancy folk with fan-cier lies.’
‘I’ll be careful, Halin.’ She told him seriously.
He smiled again, and the sternness dissolved away from his face.
‘Take care, M’Lady.’ He told her, dipping his head politely. She re-turned the gesture, dropping into a small curtsy.
‘Look after my father, will you?’
‘Always, M’Lady.’
Halin hurried off into the throng in the square, and Sara watched him go, feeling her the knot in her belly tighten. The conversations with her unexpected visitors had left their mark, a nagging uncertainty gnawing at the excitement that had carried her through her first few uneventful days in the capital. The little comfort she had taken in the presence of her father and his men was a loss she could ill afford. She watched her father’s back, frowning softly to herself. Her thoughts were not what she had imagined, when she had thought of him leaving. A hundred dif-ferent times, and more. Had she expected tears, grief at the parting? Re-lief? Instead, there was only the fear, a dull, leaden weight in her belly, clammy-cold as marsh-water.
‘Come on, you whoresons! I want to be on the road before lunch!’ Halin roared, and the men quickened their work. Her father had not moved, still deep in conversation, just out of sight. She peered a little closer, and for a moment the pale sunlight crept over the top of the square, flashing against a colourful doublet marked with a silver brooch. The Fox’s lips barely moved as he spoke from the shadows of the cloister, and her father was scowling. Sara frowned.
‘Mount up!’
The ornate wagon that had been her home all those weeks trundled into the square, then, drawn by a pair of stout horses. Sara saw her fa-ther turn reluctantly towards it, striding out into the square. Sara peered past him into the cloister, and for a moment Lord Bywood’s sharp eyes caught hers. Then he smiled, dipping his dark, smooth head, and van-ished himself away into the shadows.
‘Father!’
Sara hurried out into the crowded square, leaving her escort behind, darting between the shifting limbs of the horses. Her father turned to-wards her as she approached, and smiled small smile, in two parts, one weary, one sad.
‘Sara.’
She threw her arms around him and pressed her head against his chest for a moment, and he put an arm around her shoulders. She knew her role, and the knowing of it made her safe for a moment. Then she stepped back, looking up at him.
‘I thought you were going to leave without saying goodbye.’
‘I… There was much preparation to do.’
Sara did not reply. His eyes had that same distance that they had had since they arrived in the capital. Uldoroth had worn at him, as if all the brightness and finery had made his skin dull, eyes darkened like the contrast of shadows in bright sun.
‘Will you write?’
He blinked as she spoke, then smiled, and the tiredness fell away from him for a moment. He took her chin gently in one hand, tilting it up to meet his eyes.
‘Yes, I will write.’ He told her, and she saw again that fierce ambi-tion in his eyes, the look she had known so well on their journey from the Westmere. Swollen around the soft, lazy ease of diminished strength. ‘And I shall expect news in return. The Rose of Westmere will show these fools how a real lady charms.’
Sara smiled and lowered her eyes self-consciously.
‘I… I will not disappoint you, father.’ She said quietly, and found, in spite of herself, that there were tears in her eyes.
‘See that you do not.’ He replied. Then he let go of her chin and climbed quickly into the carriage. He leaned out from the window for a moment, before they were gone, banging a hand against the wooden panels of the door impatiently.
‘Move out!’
‘You heard him!’ Halin bellowed in response, holding his horse in check beneath him. ‘Back to Westmere, before your wives go stray-ing!’
With that, her father’s men spurred their horses away into the white corridors of the citadel, bound for the sky-cages and the city below. They had arrived on foot, leading their steeds, but they left by horse-back, hurried by grave purpose towards the long road west. She watched the window of the carriage as it trundled away with the horses, but her father did not appear again. She stayed there, staring after them, until the party were out of sight and the great gate of the keep heaved closed behind them, slamming into the distant stone with a resounding thud.
‘M’Lady.’
She turned to find the Black Guard waiting, watching her with dark eyes through the narrow slits of their polished helms. For a moment, the suddenness of the departure threatened to overwhelm her. What was it he had told her, slurring over his unfinished dinner, in the pristine per-fection of their lodgings, surrounded by invisible eyes? Power belongs to the strong. To those who take it. Just then, standing in the courtyard, watching alone as her father departed, she realised that he was right. And he wasn’t strong enough. She took a deep breath, smiling for the Black Guard, and followed them out of the ancient courtyard into the halls beyond.
*
The broad, open avenues and garden-ways of the Keep of Eranor closed in to interior corridors rather quickly, when you knew the way, and soon Sara was following her black-gilded escort through pale pas-sageways lined with statuettes and tapestries, ceilings lost far overhead to the flickering light of amber flames. An occasional glimpse of pale sunlight leaped out across the stone floor, shimmering through shifting motes of dust. Sara was her Lady-self again, graceful and poised, glid-ing over the polished floor after her escort. The giant corridors were a maze of twists and turns, past fragment-views of gardens and libraries and sitting-halls and galleries, but she was dimly aware they were mov-ing towards the Hall of the King. The thought made her a little giddy.
‘Will I be received in the King’s Hall?’ She asked as they walked, but the Black Guards didn’t reply, and their armour clinked in the quiet. Sara frowned, following them. The passage curved, rising, and she found that the wall on her right side suddenly gave way to the hall be-low. One of the galleries, set high in the rafters of the King’s Hall. She stopped, putting her hand on the balustrade and peering out over the ledge, into the vaulted, silent emptiness of the hall. Some fifty foot be-low, the patterned black and white marble of the floor gleamed in flashes of reflected amber, quiet and empty. At the far end, pale sun-light caught the Night Throne, setting fire in the mirrored stone. Over-head, the matching nightglass ceiling gleamed like a lake in starlight, and swirling figures swept back and forth across it in the shifting light of the chamber. Sara felt a little thrill run over her neck.
‘Sara.’
Sara blinked, starting, and found Dana standing beside her.
‘Sister!’ Sara took hold of her sister’s hands and rose onto her tip-toes, pressing a kiss against her cheek. ‘Here to welcome me into the fold?’
She was struck again by the strangeness of her sister, the difference in her. Dana wore black, a dress of simple lines and inlaid jet, at once relaxed and taut as a lute string. Her pale hands were folded over her belly, and her muddy dark hair was pulled back into a bun. The Black Guards halted behind her, waiting.
‘I am to escort you to the Queen’s chambers.’ Dana said simply. With that she turned and began to walk away along the balcony, to-wards a closed door at the throne-end of the hall. Sara frowned, hurry-ing after her.
‘Do the King and Queen not share chambers?’ She asked as they walked, and the hall below drew on beside them.
‘Their Majesties prefer… to keep their own space.’
The Black Guard fell into step at a respectful distance behind them, armoured heels clicking against the stone.
‘How many others are there?’
‘How many what?’
‘Handmaidens. How many does her Majesty keep?’
Dana did not break stride. ‘Two others, and the Matron.’
‘I suppose we shall not have servants of our own.’ Sara said quietly, eyeing the shadows shifting over the nightglass ceiling. ‘No need to spy on us when we are so close.’
‘Sara-’ Dana began, but Sara cut her off.
‘Father is gone, you know. This morning.’
‘I know.’ Dana replied, looking ahead.
‘You did not come to see him.’
Dana did not turn.
‘I’m sure he will miss you terribly, sister.’
Sara bristled suddenly, grabbing her sister’s arm.
‘I did not ask for it!’
Dana looked down at the hand on her arm, frowning. ‘What?’
‘Any of it!’ Sara told her, angry now, her whisper cracking. ‘I didn’t ask to stay. I didn’t ask him to send you away. I would have given any-thing to go with you. I thought he would never let me leave.’ She low-ered her voice, flicking an eye back towards the waiting guards. ‘I did not ask for the way he… the way he…’
She took a breath, swallowing, and straightened, looking her sister in the eye.
‘There are worse things than being ignored, Dana.’
Dana’s hand folded over hers.
‘Let’s… let’s put it behind us.’ She said quietly. ‘You are here, now.’
Sara blinked at her, nodding. She wanted to say more, but her words would not come, locked away from her tongue by the choked gulping of her breath. She lowered her eyes, and Dana squeezed her hand.
‘Sara, listen to me.’ Dana murmured, leaning close. ‘You must be careful. The Queen-’
The door at the far end of the gallery swung open, creaking on its hinges. The pair fell silent, frozen, and whatever Dana might have said, she held instead.
*
‘Wait here.’
The Matron, the head of the Queen’s Keepers, was an elderly wom-an with rounding hips and hair the colour of ash tied into a tight bun behind the worn-leather creases of her forehead. She was wearing black, same as Dana, though her smock was somehow plainer, when she opened the door onto the gallery, ushering the sisters wordlessly in-to the corridor beyond. Dana had bowed her head deferentially, wither-ing under the Matron’s hard eyes, and quickly disappeared into one of the many doors of the hallway. Sara almost asked for her to stay, but instead she steeled herself, remembering her lessons, and followed the stern old woman down the long, flickering hallway. The corridors of the keep were all severe, all lit by weak, flickering torchlight and gleaming the gleam of cold stone, but here they were particularly bare. There were no busts, no tapestries, no mosaics. Nothing but cold, dead rock, lent a little life by the dim thrustings of infrequent braziers. In her own apartments, she had understood the quiet, but here, in the keep proper, there was an eery silence to the corridors that jarred with Sara’s anticipation. Where were the nobles in their gay clothes, where was the music and laughter of a King’s Hall? Sara frowned to herself, and kept walking.
The room at the end of the hallway was broad and rounded, like a kind of circle made out of many flat edges, each holding the low light of a brazier. The marble floors were black and white and patterned like a gamesboard, empty but for a broad nightwood table at its centre, matching the room itself for its odd roundness. On the far side, a wall of shutters opened out onto a large, bare balcony, and over the intricate-ly wrought stone balustrade, Sara could see the City of the Moon be-low, sweeping away towards the edge of the Heartspire, empty stormtowers stabbing black into the sky. Beyond, the great emerald plains of Valia stretched out into the west, past the fiery line of the river Arq, scored with jagged, dark rock and silver streams. Sara swallowed, realising she’d never been so high up.
‘Wait here.’
‘But-‘ She protested, frowning, but the Matron was already gone, turned on her heel and disappeared back the way she had come. Sara flinched as the door slammed shut behind her, and the silence of the room prickled at her skin. The breeze rustled over the balcony, swirling about the pillared windows, but the air inside was still as the grave. She stepped slowly over to the table, touching the polished wood. This much nightwood would have cost more than a wagonload of gold. She traced the knotted lines across the black surface, trying to ignore the cold weight churning in her gut.
Time stretched on around her, and the minutes dragged by like years. Despite the open air flooding through the windows, the chamber was not cool, warmed by the subtle glow of the braziers, and she felt a little wetness beginning to build under her arms. She looked about her-self, trying to calm her heart. There were four other doors in the room, besides the one they had entered through, all dark and heavy looking, and each bore a pattern of silver on its face. There was a cradle, and opposite it, a pendant with teeth like a wolf. Beside the cradle door, a small drinks table, a glass jug of purple wine atop it, with a pair of matching glasses. The two doors closest to the balcony bore a sun and a crescent moon. She looked a little closer, and realised that the markings were not moonsilver, merely an imitation in gleaming silver paint, and the door she had entered through bore no markings at all. Sara watched them, imagining the rooms that lay behind each. Which one was the Queen behind, she wondered, and her heart quickened at the thought, stomach churning. She was stranded, here, now, in the capital. What if the Queen didn’t like her? What if she said something wrong? Would she be sent away again, back to her father?
‘Lady Westmere.’
The crescent moon had swung open, and the Queen glided through, a beautiful shadow in a studded black dress, arms glistening with little sharpened sequins the colour of midnight. Her hair had been contorted into an elaborate maze of raven curls over her pate, and her pale skin took on a translucent sheen in the pale light from the balcony doors. The throat of her dress was open, as it had been in the King’s Hall all those days ago, and she wore the same golden necklace, its myriad points sharp like daggers with their drops of ruby blood.
Sara blinked, then remembered herself, and dropped into a low curt-sy, bowing her head.
‘Your Majesty.’ She said quietly, keeping her eyes on the floor.
The Queen did not reply. Sara was dimly aware of her shadow mov-ing across the floor, crossing to the drinks table beside the cradle door. Sara risked a glance up, then, and found the Queen’s slender back to her. When she at last turned, she had a glass goblet of wine clutched in her narrow fingers. Sara lowered her eyes again.
‘You are a pretty one, aren’t you.’ The Queen said quietly, as if to herself. Her voice was cold, like ice leaking over lakewater, deep and still. She took a sip from her cup, and Sara could feel the cut of her eyes against her skin. ‘What did the Weasel of Westmere do to sire such a pretty daughter. Your sister, maybe, I understand, but you…’
Sara forced herself not to frown.
‘Well trained, I see.’ The Queen murmured, smiling coldly. She took another sip of her wine. ‘Your mother’s touch, I assume, not your fa-ther’s.’
Sara hesitated. She glanced up at the Queen, then lowered her eyes again, nodding.
‘I hear she is unwell.’
Sara looked up again, braver this time, and found the Queen’s dark eyes watching her over the rim of her glass.
‘She has an affliction, Your Majesty. She does not eat, and rarely sleeps. The Keepers say it is a disease of her mind.’
‘The one thing none of us can escape.’ The Queen sighed, toying idly with her glass and looking out of the window over the city below. ‘Still, there are worse places to be sickly than a Lord’s hall.’
‘I suppose… I suppose that is true, Your Majesty.’
The Queen raised an eyebrow. ‘Suppose, do you?’
Sara squirmed for a moment under the weight of her eyes, but then the Queen turned away, stepping slowly around the edge of the table till she was standing beside the open windows. She took another sip of her wine, back to Sara again.
‘Your sister met you, this morning.’
Sara hesitated, thrown for a moment by the abruptness of the state-ment.
‘Yes, Your Majesty.’
‘And she came to you yesterday, in the apartments Bywood found for you.’
‘Yes.’ Sara felt the cold weight return in her belly. She thought of what the Fox had warned her. There is always someone watching. She cast her mind back to her conversations with Dana. Gods. What had they spoken of? Had she said something out of turn?
‘Curious, that she did not seek out your father.’
Sara let out her breath slowly. That was not a particularly well-hidden curiosity.
‘Dana must have been very busy, Your Majesty.’
‘She is as busy as I make her, and that is rarely too taxing.’
Sara sighed. ‘They have… sometimes not seen eye to eye.’
‘And you?’ The Queen turned as she spoke, fixing her eyes to Sara’s again. Behind her, the distant sounds of the city drifted lazily up through the air, swirling around far-off columns of wispy smoke. ‘What do you say of him?’
Sara hesitated again, stuttering. ‘He is my father, Your Majesty. I trust that he always knows what is best for his daughters.’
‘In my experience it is fathers who know the least about their own daughters.’ The Queen replied dryly, sipping again. ‘Come, let me look at you, then.’
She came back around the nightwood table, her long, narrow limbs gliding over the polished floor, and stopped in front of Sara, setting her glass down beside them. She took Sara’s chin in two spindly fingers and tilted it upwards so that she was looking her in the eye, only a few inches from her face. Sara realised again how tall she was, as tall as her father, at least, though her slender frame made her seem much smaller. She tried not to squirm, but she found that the Queen’s fingers dug un-comfortably into her chin, dark eyes flitting back and forth across her face like a hungry wolf.
‘Yes, very pretty.’ She said at last, not releasing her chin. Sara could feel her breath on her face, smelling softly of dark wine. ‘No wonder. You look like her, you know.’
‘Who-‘ but the Queen had already turned away, back to the table, picking up her wineglass in one bone-stretched hand.
‘The Matron will meet you outside. She will give you your tasks and show you to your chamber. You will begin tomorrow.’
Sara flinched, realising she had been holding her breath. She curt-sied to the Queen’s back, suddenly a little giddy.
‘Thank you, Your Majesty.’
‘You may go, girl.’
Sara turned to go, not at all sure what to make of the encounter. She paused at the door, looking back over her shoulder, but found the Queen looking out over the city silently again, wineglass in hand, black dress glistening with jet. Sara hesitated a moment longer, then hurried out into the corridor beyond the unmarked door, closing it behind her.
*
The night before her father leaves, she wakes in darkness.
She does not open her eyes, but she knows it is not yet dawn. The sounds of the garden beyond her shutters are soft and murmuring, wind-stirred and drip-spotted.
She can feel him over her, the tense stillness of him, closer than shadows. He smells of wine. Sweat. She is cold, but she does not move. She dares not move. She can feel the weight of his eyes, dulled with drink, tracing the lines of her. His breathing sounds like anger.
She does not know how long she waits there, frozen. But she does not open her eyes. Not once. Time stretches out before her in that mo-ment, an eternity of breathless terror.
Then he leaves. The smell of him lingers long after the door has closed behind him. She lays there a while longer, motionless, dead as stone. Then she curls into her own arms, and weeps silently until the dawn.
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2023.05.29 17:27 MommySunHelp My [37f] partner [34m] wants to have sex with other people. How can I understand this lifestyle

The more I read about monogamy and polygamy I'm so confused. It's like self diagnosis on Google. I get anxious and panic and just give up. I want real actual people who practice that can give me some sort of insight. I'm lost and confused.
I'm a 37 female and my partner is 34. We have known each other for 8 years and dated off and on for two and recently two years ago went all in and committed to each other other (with a cheating scandal or two). I have been working towards relocating and changing jobs to move in but recently my partner mentioned a sexual issue (the need to have sex with others), to a commitment issue (he loves multiple people) to now he's using terms like monogamy (being unable to, period).
We have a child together. We are both committed to our child. We believe our child needs both of us, he has many health and mental issues and it will take two full time parents to raise him. I come from a conservative family and he has only been my 2nd long term relationship. I come from a family where loyalty and love are extremely important. When you're committed you work hard to make it work and I will be the first to admit my anxiety and stress and honestly lack of street smarts and life can be frustrating for my partner but at the same time he has told me many times my loyalty and the effort I make to get to know him made us really good friends when we first got to know each other. Baby wasn't planned but co-parenting and realizing what our son needed made us try to really bring that relationship to the next level of living together. When we co-parent it makes us happy. That identity of being a parent, the common goals we have for our child and just the love he has for both of us really deepen our love for each other.
My partner has some past relationship trauma and has express in his life women have used him and he has a tendency to handle stress and depression with sex. He has told me he has had over 40 sexual partners. I accept this about him. Up until he wasn't honest when he slept with others while sleeping with me.
We tried to work through it. Stay focus on our child. Time was good and again he cheated. With therapy and counseling he now uses terminology like not being monogamous and saying he is not able to. He has express to me he will have sex with who he wants when he wants. How can I understand his needs and what can I do to support him?
The more I read about it the more overwhelming I get. The more I ask him the more he tells me very bluntly he is not able to have sex with one person. I'm not giving all the details because he was able to identify a previous post of my asked me to take it down.
But he is basically told me he is not able to have sex with only one person and that's a person he is having sex with is just a fantasy. He has been having sex with this person since 2020. He assured me she was just a fantasy and nothing important. Then as they spend more time together and communicate with each other. He told me she was just someone who he f**** with. Now he has recently told me that he loves two people, me and her but I am the one he is committed to because he has asked me to live with him permanently. Is this polyamory?
I'm incredibly sad. Is this what my life will be. I have met this woman and she is rude to me. He now has her around our child. I'm depressed and trying to understand what is he thinking? I am just old school and not understanding all these new lifestyle and terminology everyone has these days? I feel naive and foolish. I thought I was committed loyal and loving and now he says I'm obsessive with him. I don't demand all his time or anything red flag behavior where woman want access to the phone or the location on. I have never once seen what's on his phone or even held it. But he has held mine and has access to it (when he wants to online shop), I feel I have been very flexible and understanding. I don't think I'm demanding at all..but I'm not perfect. I get angry. I get upset because I am still trying to understand and accept his lifestyle and needs. My confidence is low these days. I know this.
I love this man. I love our child. I love this family. I want to continue working hard and working on my anxiety and depression but I just want to understand my partner and what it is he is thinking. I know reddit you cannot tell me what it is he's thinking, but maybe you those who are in this lifestyle and those who are familiar with been intimate with multiple people and loving multiple people is this how it goes. I feel naive and dumb for my lack of experience.
Every time I ask him to talk to he swears he will set aside time but when we do talk he then changes the subject. He constantly says I need to work on myself. I try to think of things where I lack but I work full time and pay my own bills, any and all free time is spent with our child and I do everything needed in the home (all errands and chores with no complaints). I treat his family with respect, treat his ex wife with respect and accept his crazy work schedule and multiple jobs, sure I'll ask him to set time aside where we can do a family activity or a group outing but that I feel isn't asking too much. Even in the bedroom, I want him all the time. I'll do any sexual activity he askes. Because I'm comfortable with him and trust him and yet he still wants sex with others. My anxiety is when he's always on the phone with the other lady or when she comes to visit (she tells me happily they have sex). I hate that he's now telling me he loves me and her. Shouldn't there be a hierarchy of things?
What questions should I be asking so I can be coherent and clear of my boundaries and intentions. I love our family. I don't want to lose our family. I accept his sexual desire to be with others but can't be with someone I don't know, someone who doesn't come to the house? Help me understand this lifestyle.
Tl;Dr: My partner wants to have sex with other people. What is this lifestyle and how can I learn to accept it?
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2023.05.29 17:26 igor-campos Help with underextrusion on Kliper with Sherpa mini on Sapphire plus with Robin nano 1.2 and TMC2209

Hello, I am struggling to 3D print an RC plane (https://hackaday.io/project/175286-minihawk-vtol).
The print is single walled, so this might've been happening before in the inner walls but I only realized it now. I get these weird irregular underextrusion, usually around the edges of the models.
I've played with temperature (no change from 200-230, eSun PLA), retraction (0.7 mm now, direct drive), extruder idler tension, microsteps (now 16), extruder stepper current (now at 0.95 A), neither of those solved the issue. Pressure advance is also quite low (0.055).
The hotend is an E3Dv6 clone and the print speed is 80 mm/s at the outer walls, with a layer height of 0.2 mm this gives 6 mm³/s of flow, quite within the capacity of the extruder set-up. Also the faster printing infill is not giving issues, so I don't think is related to the flow.
I have ran dry of ideas and hopefully the more experienced members here can come to my rescue.
Any ideas are welcome.
Here is the Klipper config:
[include timelapse.cfg]
[stepper_x] step_pin: PE3 dir_pin: !PE2 enable_pin: !PE4 microsteps: 128 rotation_distance: 40 endstop_pin: !PA15 position_endstop: -2 position_min: -2 position_max: 300 homing_speed: 50
[tmc2209 stepper_x] uart_pin: PC8

microsteps: 32

interpolate: True

run_current: 0.9 hold_current: 0.5

stealthchop_threshold: 999

[stepper_y] step_pin: PE0 dir_pin: !PB9 enable_pin: !PE1 microsteps: 128 rotation_distance: 40 endstop_pin: !PA12 position_endstop: 300 position_max: 300 homing_speed: 50
[tmc2209 stepper_y] uart_pin: PC9

microsteps: 32

interpolate: True

run_current: 0.9 hold_current: 0.5

stealthchop_threshold: 999

[stepper_z] step_pin: PB5 dir_pin: !PB4 enable_pin: !PB8 microsteps: 64 rotation_distance: 8

endstop_pin: !PC4

position_endstop: 0

endstop_pin: probe:z_virtual_endstop position_max: 340 position_min: -3
[tmc2209 stepper_z] uart_pin: PC12

microsteps: 32

interpolate: True

run_current: 0.8 hold_current: 0.5

stealthchop_threshold: 999

[stepper_z1] step_pin: PA6 dir_pin: !PA1 enable_pin: !PA3 microsteps: 64 rotation_distance: 8

endstop_pin: !PC4

endstop_pin: probe:z_virtual_endstop
[tmc2209 stepper_z1] uart_pin: PC10

microsteps: 32

interpolate: True

run_current: 0.8 hold_current: 0.5

stealthchop_threshold: 999

[extruder] step_pin: PD6 dir_pin: !PD3 enable_pin: !PB3 microsteps: 16 gear_ratio: 50:10 rotation_distance: 20.65 #23.52 nozzle_diameter: 0.400 filament_diameter: 1.750 heater_pin: PB0 sensor_type: EPCOS 100K B57560G104F # Stock sensor_pin: PC1 min_temp: 0 max_temp: 260 control: pid pid_Kp: 19.753 pid_Ki: 1.045 pid_Kd: 93.331

pid_Kp: 17.48

pid_Ki: 1.32

pid_Kd: 57.81

pressure_advance: 0.055
[tmc2209 extruder] uart_pin: PC11

microsteps: 32

interpolate: True

run_current: 0.95 hold_current: 0.5 stealthchop_threshold: 0
[heater_bed] heater_pin: PA0 sensor_type: EPCOS 100K B57560G104F # Stock sensor_pin: PC0 min_temp: 0 max_temp: 130 control: pid pid_Kp: 325.10 pid_Ki: 63.35 pid_Kd: 417.10
[fan] pin: PB1
[mcu] serial: /dev/serial/by-id/usb-1a86_USB_Serial-if00-port0 restart_method: command
[printer] kinematics: corexy max_velocity: 250 max_accel: 8900 max_z_velocity: 25 max_z_accel: 100
[static_digital_output reset_display] pins: !PC6, !PD13
[bltouch] sensor_pin: PA11 control_pin: PA8 x_offset: 0 y_offset: -42 z_offset: 2.575 stow_on_each_sample: False

samples: 3

[screws_tilt_adjust] horizontal_move_z: 5 screw1: 35,300 screw1_name: back left screw2: 265,300 screw2_name: back right screw3: 265,77 screw3_name: front right screw4: 35,77 screw4_name: front left screw_thread: CW-M4
[safe_z_home] home_xy_position: 150,192 # Change coordinates to the center of your print bed speed: 50 z_hop: 10 # Move up 10mm z_hop_speed: 5
[bed_mesh] speed: 50 horizontal_move_z: 5 mesh_min: 10,10 mesh_max: 290, 258 probe_count: 5,5
[gcode_macro G29] gcode: G28 # G28 X # G90 # G0 X15 # G28 Y # G28 Z BED_MESH_CALIBRATE
[virtual_sdcard] path: ~/gcode_files
[display_status] [pause_resume]
[filament_switch_sensor filament_sensor] pause_on_runout: FALSE runout_gcode: F_CONSUMED event_delay: 3.0 switch_pin: PA4
[gcode_macro F_CONSUMED] variable_filament_consumed: 0 variable_filament_lenght: 500 # length between the sensor and extruder gcode: # save current filament consumption SET_GCODE_VARIABLE MACRO=F_CONSUMED VARIABLE=filament_consumed VALUE={printer.print_stats.filament_used} # start checking filament consumption UPDATE_DELAYED_GCODE ID=DELAY_M600 DURATION=1
[delayed_gcode DELAY_M600] gcode: # use set for easier reading {% set consumed=printer["gcode_macro F_CONSUMED"].filament_consumed %} {% set length=printer["gcode_macro F_CONSUMED"].filament_lenght %} # check if predetermine length is reached {% if printer.print_stats.filament_usedfloat <= (consumedfloat + lengthfloat) %} # start looping this script every second UPDATE_DELAYED_GCODE ID=DELAY_M600 DURATION=1 {% else %} M600 REPEAT_M300 {% endif %}
[gcode_macro M600] gcode: PAUSE G91 G1 E-5 F500 G1 E15 G1 E-15 G92 E0
[output_pin BEEPER_Pin] pin: PC5 pwm: True value: 0 shutdown_value: 0 cycle_time: 0.001 scale: 1
[gcode_macro REPEAT_M300] gcode: {% set count = params.REPEATdefault(10)int %} {% for c in range(count) %} M300 G4 P3000 {% endfor %}
[gcode_macro M300] gcode: {% set tones = [1000, 1500, 2000, 2500, 3000, 2500, 2000, 1500, 1000] %} ; S sets the tone frequency {% for count in tones %} {% set cytime = 1 / count %} SET_PIN PIN=BEEPER_Pin VALUE={0.5} CYCLE_TIME={cytime} ;Play tone G4 P50 ;tone duration SET_PIN PIN=BEEPER_Pin VALUE=0 {% endfor %}
[gcode_macro PAUSE] rename_existing: BASE_PAUSE gcode: {% set X = 5 %} #edit to your park position {% set Y = 5 %} #edit to your park position {% set Z = 10 %} #edit to your park position {% set E = 5 %} #edit to your retract length SAVE_GCODE_STATE NAME=PAUSE_state BASE_PAUSE G91 G1 E-{E} F2100 G1 Z{Z} G90 G1 X{X} Y{Y} F6000
[gcode_macro RESUME] rename_existing: BASE_RESUME gcode: {% set E = 5 %} #edit to your retract length G91 G1 E{E} F2100 G90 RESTORE_GCODE_STATE NAME=PAUSE_state MOVE=1 BASE_RESUME
[gcode_macro CANCEL_PRINT] rename_existing: BASE_CANCEL_PRINT gcode: TURN_OFF_HEATERS CLEAR_PAUSE SDCARD_RESET_FILE BASE_CANCEL_PRINT
[mcu rpi] serial: /tmp/klipper_host_mcu
[adxl345] cs_pin: rpi:None
[resonance_tester] accel_chip: adxl345 probe_points: 150,150,20
[input_shaper] shaper_freq_x: 73.4 #69 shaper_type_x: mzv shaper_freq_y: 52.8 #54.2 shaper_type_y: mzv
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2023.05.29 17:23 pixelfiee Looking for new earbuds

I'm looking for some new earbuds as an upgrade over the Liberty Air 2. I'll be using them mostly during my workout, but also at home. Usually for listening to music, but sometimes also for video's. I need ANC and a decent battery would be nice too. Low sound leakage is also important to me. I'm not using a Samsung phone, if that matters for the Galaxy Buds. What do you recommend for under €150? I'm thinking about these but not sure which one yet.
Sony Linkbuds S - €139.95
Soundcore Liberty 3 Pro - €111,20
Jabra Elite 7 Active - €129
Galaxy Buds 2 Pro - €149
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2023.05.29 17:21 NumberOneFemboi Chronic Brain Fog, Fatigue and vision problems. Is it all just in my head? Complete 180 of how I previously was. This makes me miss depression

I apologise in advance if my post is scattered, unfocused or jumping around; my brain fog has turned me who was previously very focused and on task, into someone who feels like a dementia ridden 95 year old. This is almost more like a vent and telling of my story to get peoples opinions on what’s going on, or what could help.
Some context:
Go back 5 years ago, and I was your average depressed teenager. I had continued eating myself into obesity, I slept and laid around all day or just played video games. Holding a little job was difficult etc. At around that 5 years ago mark, something in my just snapped and I wanted to change and turn my life around. I started counting calories, exercising daily and the likes. I genuinely fell in love with running and how it made me feel. This lead to me eventually no longer being depressed. My social anxieties disappeared and I surprisingly was super competent socially. I never second guessed myself, I would start talking to random people if I wanted to and I was funny, charming and entertaining when doing so. The lifestyle change and overcoming my depression at the time became a loop; and my life continued to drastically improve. I got my dream job firefighting before I later moved across the country. I always woke up, jumped out of bed and felt on top of the world. Not even the worst happenings or daunting situations could put me down and in a bad mood. I had become a “doer”. I didn’t procrastinate, was always focused on what needed to be done and I got shit done.
Fast forward a year and a half, and I’m done with the weight loss. I lost over 140 lbs, had a six pack, veins shooting out of my arms and legs. Not only did I lose weight and become an average person, I was so happy that I found it easy to go the extra mile and get absolutely ripped. I believe I took it too far, because looking back at photos now, I was definitely under fat and likely had anorexia before making myself gain some weight. With that, I had also noticed I started suffering from hair loss, which terrified and stressed me out. I was leaning more towards it being caused by the drastic weight loss, rather than make pattern baldness, but I started taking Dutasteride just to be safe. At the tail end of the weight loss, I started dealing with fatigue and sleeping problems. Whereas I previously could fall asleep whenever I wanted to, and slept like a baby during my happy phase, I now started having worsening insomnia. Both of these issues started causing problems with work naturally, but it wasn’t anything too bad. I was still able to push through it all, and do the things I enjoyed. My life continued to objectively improve, as I got a better job, a relationship, a better place to live etc. Despite this, I continued to worsen and also began to develop brain fog. I gradually went from going out and doing stuff like climbing a mountain or doing a half marathon on a whim and feeling better for having done it, to being bound to home all day, and finding even mundane and what should be easy house chores, just absolutely exhausting and difficult to do. I became a compete shut in, and then certainly redeveloped depression. I also continued to develop a few other things such as dizziness when getting up from a low position oftentimes, shortness of breath and other breathing troubles, vision changes, daytime sleepiness, neuropathy, an unexplained anemia, and an extra bad brain fog and fatigue after eating a meal. The depression for certain came AFTER the physical symptoms fucked me over. My personality changed, and I went from someone who was super wholesome, positive and kind; to a genuinely nasty, bitter and hateful person.
I started seeing a doctor the moment I noticed I started having fatigue problems. I’ve been seeing her for well over a year, and we still have no answers. I have no nutrient deficiencies, or any other anomalies that have been found that should explain the anemia, or other problems. I’m constantly terrified I’ve developed some sort of chronic disease, and even the most basic of things are difficult nowadays. Even more confusingly, although I haven’t had a good day in quite some time, I would randomly have 1-3 days or so, where I would feel like my good old self and the difference was so astounding to me and everyone around me. I could never notice any difference in what I was doing, or anything going on on those days or surrounding them that would explain any change. It was so cruel to be my old self for a few days, be able to think clearly again for a while and feel great, just for the next day to bring back the terrible brain fog and thoughtlessness.
The brain fog is easily the worst part. I used to be extremely bright, clever, funny, charming and competent; but now I will often forget something told to me just seconds ago, and it’s hard to even just pick out a coherent thought going through my mind. I am sometimes just confused, or zoning out. My previously rich internal monologue has been replaced by either nothing, or just random repeating bits of music I listen to. I’m very rarely consciously thinking about anything, much less something I’m doing in that moment. It feels like I’m seeing the world through a shroud that’s been placed over my head. Even my vision has changed. It’s almost as if I’m somewhat tunnel vision and the rest of the world around me is just a blur, which is in contrast to me previously having been a very perceptive person. In general, my perception just seems off in all aspects, vision, hearing, touch sometimes, everything. Following what's going on on a TV or monitor is sometimes difficult due to said vision problems. My vision is still 20/20, it's just off, it's hard to explain. Sometimes, when I’m extra foggy, I’ll even slur words like I’m drunk or something and it’s terrifying. I used to be great at conversation, but now I’m very averse to talking to anyone, because I’m awful at finding things to say or talk about now. Reading is oftentimes difficult, and was almost impossible at my worst points.
This all makes me miss being a depressed teenager, just lying around and doing nothing all day; because at least I had brain function going on. I may have been depressed, but at least I actually felt anxiety, had a lot of thoughts going through my head, could feel sadness, cry, etc; but now my head is just empty most of the time. I don’t really feel much in the way of emotions, I don’t really have feelings or opinions on people in my life, nothing.
I feel as if my brain has been replaced with a ball of cotton or something, and it makes me fear that this is now permanent. Is it possible depression can just take a different form in the same person later in life, or am I doomed? I don’t want to live like this anymore, I’ve just become an emotionless, and experienceless zombie. I’ve recently lost my job due to my absences from my medical problems, I have no family here and I don’t know what to do. I feel like my problems and the lack of a safety net in the US is very much forcing me into a corner.
I’ve finally devoted myself to eating more and intentionally gaining some body fat to see if this is all just consequence of my precious drastic weight loss, but I haven’t noticed much besides maybe less dizziness, my ability to sweat and body odour has returned and a massive libido, that genuinely just causes problems. I’ve also been feeling worse and worse about my body as my six pack has disappeared due to this.
I feel like I’m at a dead end, and have nowhere to go. I’m now broke, jobless, completely detached, swimming in medical debt with no answers. I talked to my doctor about the possibility of me somehow having turned myself into a psycho somatic case, but she disagrees. I could deal with the fatigue and other problems, but having lost my active and intelligent mind has been the absolute worst by far. I’d kill to be bed ridden, but still in possession of my mental faculties.
Will I ever feel normal again? Am I just a different kind of depressed, than when I was younger? Have I somehow managed to turn temporary physical symptoms into long term ones via my mental state? I don’t know what to do.
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2023.05.29 17:20 OneUnderstanding89 Thc in nc

I live in nc, I’ve had cps called before for neglect by a pissed off family meme we, they came out seen my children were not neglected and case was closed. Well I’ve now pissed off a family friend and they’re going to call and report that I smoke weed. I’m just wondering how could this end up? My kids are well taken care of, I work a good job, and we have a stable home. I do not smoke in front of my kids either. But I’m concerned because I’ve been told before “once you have interactions with cps, you’re in the system forever” now with them getting called again I’m scared. What if it’s like a 3 strikes your out type of deal?
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2023.05.29 17:17 ouatfan30 Can a UTI affect the pancreas?

My mom is a 62 year old female with early onset Alzheimer’s. My sister took her to the ER on Thursday May 18 because she had been complaining of her stomach hurting. They did blood work and CT. CT was normal but the urine sample they got showed high wbc, and her blood work showed her amylase and lipase were elevated as well as kidney level was low, wbc in blood work was high also. ER Dr concluded that it was a UTI causing irritation to the pancreas and sent her home with antibiotics. However when she saw her PCP on Tuesday the PCP basically thought the ER dr didn’t know what he was talking about. She thinks it’s not a UTI so she has ordered an ultrasound and CT of the pancreas/gallbladder. She also ordered bloodwork and the levels that were high were back to normal. There is family history of pancreatic cancer as my moms mom died of it. PCP is being thorough for that reason. My sister and i are worried . My mom still complains of her stomach. I was just curious for thoughts on the pancreatic enzymes being elevated. I never heard of a UTI causing that.
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2023.05.29 17:15 Dewgong444 The Khornumverate (3 Khorne LoW Demon Engines) returns from BAO with their Primarch

As we near the end of 9th edition, which will certainly go down as one of the editions of all time, I figured it'd be best to go out with a bang. To roll out the big guns. To really bring the biggest (and therefore best) models I have to the table. So I made a Word Bearers list with all 3 Khorne LoW Demon Engines, and showed it to my team. One of whom asked me if Angron would fit if it were World Eaters. I was obliged to answer yes, as there is technically a legal list there. So I made it. I told my teammate it might be the most ridiculous list I ever made. The team then strong-armed (slightly suggested) me into taking it to BAO. So let's actually see what we got going on here.
World Eaters Arks of Omen Detachment:
That there ladies and gentlemen, is 1 giant amount of 2k points. 4 LoWs, 84W at T8 5++, generating 16 total BTP possible. It is .... legally a list. So that's what we took to BAO. This amalgam of trying to get the least amount of drops possible I suppose. But we're not here to critique lists, we're here to talk about how BAO went. Once again my memory is a mess after a major and I forgot to take pictures to remind myself of how the games went so I apologize in advance for any mistakes and the TL;DR format.
Regarding deployment/reserves, every game had everyone on the board except the berzerkers which went into strategic reserves.
Round 1: Mission - 12 Tear Down Their Icons
Opponent: Dark Eldar w/10-man Court, Djin Blade Archon, Drazhar, 6 MSU kabalites kitted, 13 incubi in 3 units, 5 mandrakes, 2x3 Reavers, 3 raiders, 3 venoms, 2x5 wracks, Precision Blows Succubus
TL;DR: I went first and did some nice plink shooting, while return fire left Angron on 3. We popped some transports on 2, and in return Angron went down while the LoS got dropped to 1. Berzerkers take Drazhar out, most incubi go down to shooting, and the LoS is able to take out the succubus. Some back and forth trading ends with me edging my opponent out on primary, with both of us on fumes at the end.
Result: 81-55 Win for the WE
Round 2: Mission - 22 Conversion
Opponent: World Eaters w/ Invocatus WL, 2x Demon Princes, 10 jackals, 3x5 zerkers w/ Icon + Evi, 3x5 Eightbound, 2x3 Exalted Eightbound, 1x3 + 2x1 spawn, Rhino
TL;DR: I went first but most of my opponent stuff was in reserve or behind a wall, so I was able to pop a rhino and set myself up with the scorpion and LoS protecting Angron while the Kytan runs around my right. He does HI into the scorpion with 5 eightbound and loses 3 to do about half to it. The scorpion will barely hold out next turn when a demon prince joins the party. My LoS helps to hold down the middle while Angron waits to get involved and the Kytan holds run down my right to contest a mid objective. His reserves come in and do work, ripping my off my home and left objective. I will never regain my home objective, but Angron will hold down that left objective against 5 eightbound and 3 exalted eightbound. The LoS will hold down the center while the berzerkers and kytan will eventually make it to his backfield. An unfortunately low score on Bring It Down and Banners will bring my opponent down just below my own score.
Result: 85 -77 Win for the Primarch
Round 3: Mission - 23 Scouring
Opponent: Iron Hands (base) w/ Feirros, Primaris Libby, 3x10 Heavy Intercessors w/ Executors, 5 infiltrators, Character Contemptor w/volkite, Primaris Apothecary, 4 servitors, 6 TH/SS Termies, 6+5 Eradicators w/ Heavy Melta
TL;DR: Turns out a lot of D2 with rerolls hurts. Like a lot. I was just far enough back to not get eradicator'd T1, and some unfortunately aggressive infiltrators provide Angron and his 'No Fall Backsies' a route into 5 eradicators. Angron will be there, killing gravis marines, for THREE ROUNDS as more meat gets sent into the grinder with a 5++, 5+++. Meanwhile my scorpion gets blanked on T2 and my Kytan also falls that turn. A failed berzerker charge into the other eradicators puts me on the back foot, but my salvation arrives when his terminators fail their 4" counter-charge the next turn. The LoS get dropped low, but is able to stick around just long enough to be a massive annoyance. My berzerkers will help tip primary by living the rest of the game on my opponent's right objective. And once again winning primary tips the score in my favor.
Result: 96-68 victory for Angery Ron
Round 4: Mission - 31 Tide of Conviction
Opponent: Word Bearers w/ Ghollax Prince, Master of Possession, Dark Apostle, 2x8 Accursed Cultists, 1x10 melee cultists, Master of Executions, 2x10 Plague Marines w/ everything, 10 Possessed w/ Black Rune, 5 Possessed, 2x1 Venomcrawler, 2 Worthy Offering Brigands
TL;DR: My opponent went first and was able to position well, but only got 5 damage on the LoS with the brigands as they rolled 3 1s on the melta guns round 1. This will be a game-long theme, as none of my LoWs will take melta wounds at any point (except 2 bubonic axes on the scorpion in 4). I get forward to set up early, but the kytan gets ripped apart by 7 possessed with full wound rerolls. Angron and the scorpion will get into them, taking them down to 3 but also removing some accursed cultists while the LoS does its best to drive down the middle. Some berzerkers hold down my right long enough to fend off my opponent. He's able to get his reserved accursed cultists back into my home objective on 4 while the Scorpion eventually fell to plague marines and a Master of Execution doing 12 damage to it and I legitimately though I'd lost the game (sorry my opponent). However, a resurrected Angron made his charge and was able to swap it back to me. Angron was able to hold down my territory on 4 and 5 while the Lord of Skulls and lone spawn take 2 different objectives from my opponent, resulting in a primary score different of 18-4 in Round 5, a 14-point swing entirely dependent on who went 2nd (which is why I do not like this mission). That swing helps propel Angron to a win.
Result: 76-61 victory for best Traitors
(INTERMISSION) I'm in third place after 4 rounds which is quite fun. If you'd like to get off Angron's Wild Ride now and sleep contentedly in my definitely-3rd-place-finish, no one will begrudge you. Live in that dream world.
Round 5: Mission - 32 Death and Zeal
Opponent: Whirlwind Space Wolves w/ Guilliman, Primaris Chappy, 3x10 Wulfen, 2x1 Cyberwolves, 16 total skyclaws w/ the fixings, 10 Desolators I bitched too much about sorry Round 5 opponent
TL;DR: Wulfen hurt real bad and GW's baffling design space where anti-LoS AND double shooting should be nerfed to hell except for 1 datasheet which does both well lead to my demise. In all seriousness, I did get a little overly frisky with the wulfen who promptly ripped Angron limb from limb, and I did get out-maneuvered early on which led to me taking increasingly larger and larger risks as the game got progressively further away from me and my opponent played his role extremely well. Angron and the Kytan went down in 1, Scorpion in 2, LoS in 4, and my opponent lost everything but 9 wulfen and a cyberwolf, but all I had was Angron and 1 berzerker. He was able to just stretch me out and out-primary me by a lot (45-11) leading to my first loss.
Result: 53 - 84 loss to worst Primarch who avenges Nuceria
Round 6: Mission - 33 Secure Missing Artifacts
Opponent: Tau Sept w/ Longstrike, Coldstar, Ethereal, 10 breachers, 10 karnivores, 10 man Strike team, 2x4 Kroot Hounds, Kroot Shaper, Ghostkeel, Riptide, 10man Pathfinder, Piranha, 5 vespid, Sun Shark Bomber, Devilfish, Tidewall Gunrig
TL;DR: The Longstrike goes 'LMAO'. I did get first which was nice, but there was nothing to do other than position well. My opponent was great, played pretty much perfectly (except 1 tiny mistake which didn't end up mattering), and spiked some insane rolls on Longstrike which at that point were more humorous than annoying as the game was well out of hand by then. I'd been dodging the matchup all event, and it was time that fate finally caught up with me. If people want me to give more details on how this went turn-by-turn I can, but I think we all know how this'll turn out.
Result: 45 - 97 predictable (yet fun) result
That's it, I've once again 4-2 in a major for the 4th time IN A ROW (2022 LVO, BAO, SoCal, 2023 BAO), which is nice to get 4 wins but annoying I seemingly can't break through the meta ceiling. I did end up in 18th which is nice (and I was in 3rd at the end of Round 4), but I won't lie, a small part of me really wanted to go 5-1 to mess with Goonhammer's heads when they do their meta review.
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2023.05.29 17:14 Fit_Standard_6541 Thoughts on purchasing natives from big box stores

Saw a few very nice blue muffin arrowwood viburnum (proven winner brand) at Lowe's.
I started to make the purchase but decided against it because I've heard how Lowe's/Home Depot use neonictinoids. I looked this up and saw how both corps claim they've mostly eliminated neonictinoids from their plants.
What are y'all's thoughts on purchasing native plants from the big box stores? I understand it's better to find them at local nurseries and plant sales, but those are few and far between where I live and would appreciate the convenience of the chain stores as long as it doesn't cause harm.
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2023.05.29 17:14 L_angiedraws Hey guys plz chance me for t30 schools!! I feel like my ecs aren’t exactly cohesive with my major and I don’t know what I am doing

Demographics: female, Nyc, NY, arts high school, Asian, first gen low income
Intended Major(s): debating between fine arts (my strongest suite) or poli sci
ACT/SAT/SAT II: 1440 (retaking or test optional)
UW/W GPA and Rank: UW 99. 21, my school doesn’t rank
Coursework: (this year) ap lang, apes, apush, (last year) ap world, (next year) ap comp gov, ap stat, ap chinese
Awards: scholastic art and writing gold key 2x, honorable mention 3x, silver key 2x, congressional art competition 1st place (this year, work will hang in capitol) and 2nd place (last year, work hung in congresswoman’s dc office), celebrating art high merit 5x with publications
Extracurriculars:
School newspaper president
Entrepreneurs club director of outreach and events
Mentoring organization chapter manager for my school division and co president( next year).
Hope club co president
Internship at art studio as teaching assistant where I help middle school kids better art portfolio for specialized arts high school
Art show team internship
Did art commissions and made over 1k with social media presence of 5k followers
Badminton club
Model un member
Have to take care of siblings and household work( my parents are away at work and I’m often left alone to take care of everything and they come home late)
Essays/LORs/Other:
Have not written yet, but my idea is that I want to write about how my parents are away at work and I’m often left alone to juggle between academics, ecs, and taking care of my siblings and the house. I wanted to write about this one incident where my house flooded and my parents were away and how I took charge.
Schools: Far reaches Cornell Columbia Yale Upenn Nyu Duke CMU Jhu Brown
Reaches Barnard Emory Vassar Northeastern Swathmore RISD Boston uni Boston college University of rochester Cooper union
Targets Stony brook Binghamton University of albany University of buffalo Parsons
Safety St johns Baruch Hunters Sva
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2023.05.29 17:13 Accomplished_Roll667 Banana Republic having an insane sale...$15 to $25 for Travel Pants and Rapid Movement Chinos

I popped into Banana Republic (Los Angeles) while passing a few minutes before a movie last night. I found a really nice pair of Slim Fit Travel Pants (dark brown) marked down from $110 to $35 plus an additional 30%. The pair I tried on was slightly too big so the salesperson was able to order it delivered to my home with free shipping for $24.49 plus tax.
I would recommend checking your local store since when I went home, I searched online for other colors which were sold out but apparently in the store, they were able to order my common size (32). I also noticed online they have Rapid Movement Chinos in various fits (slim/tapered/straight) marked down from $100 to as low as $15 plus the 30% discount.
It makes you wonder how cheap is it for Banana Republic to manufacture their clothes or do they just take a loss on some older items?
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2023.05.29 17:12 Weaselbyrd Will a mosquito dunk effectively fight spread from NC wetland?

I just purchased a home in NC that sits about 40 feet from a large wetland. I'm curious whether getting a large bucket of water and using mosquito dunks would effectively reduce the mosquitos on my property, or whether they are only designed to effect the still water where the mosquitos are already breeding?
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2023.05.29 17:07 throwaway73864838 I bought a custom dress and the designer didn't fulfill the order correctly, they refused to do a refund, can I sue in small claims court?

We created a simple buyer's agreement that stated the dress would be the same as the sample and the color I wanted. I get the dress and it's the wrong color, fabric, and materials, it also doesn't fit properly ( she was supposed to make it to my measurements ).
Can I sue in small claims court for my money back since it isn't the dress I paid for and is lower quality than the sample dress I expected it to be like? The buyer's agreement said final sale because it was custom and said that they would change things if they didn't have the material in stock, but that it'd be the next best thing / same quality and that the dress would still be fine.
The designeseller had broken the agreement already by never calling / scheduling my dress fitting. But claims that all the changes were approved. She didn't reply to any of my calls so I had to drive their unexpectedly to even get the dress and that's when they gave me the low-quality dress to take home.
I have screenshot of all the messages and attempts to compromise like a discount / refund. Small claims court is a bit weird and I would like to no more about it to see if I can get a refund through the courts. The total cost was around $3,000-$3,500 USD.
I'm in Los Angeles County and so is the business if the specific area laws might be different.
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2023.05.29 17:02 ihaven0idea94 The Only Smiths Tier List That Matters

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2023.05.29 17:01 TmickyD My puppy shook and growled at us during bath time.

I gave my 8mo corgi a bath yesterday, and she didn't take it well at all. She usually doesn't like baths, but this time it was completely different. She went whale-eyed, shook, and let out a low growl when I tried to wash her chest. I couldn't even get her to eat hot dog or chicken, her 2 favorite foods. It took quite a while for her to calm down enough to get it done. The last time I heard that kind of growl was at a particularly traumatic vet visit a few months ago.
She usually just grabs onto my arm and looks sad during a bath, but she's never been this scared of me before. I felt bad because she already had soap on her and I had to get it off! Thankfully she seemed to get over it after a fun and bitey round of towel dry wrestling.
The only thing I can think of that changed is this was her first home bath since bringing her to a professional groomer a few weeks ago. The groomer didn't mention anything about her being difficult to bathe though, only that she was weird about nail trims.
Has anyone else's adolescent puppy become extremely afraid of bath time?
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