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TW: mentions of cancer, death, physical and emotional abuse
Hello everyone, I really don't know where to start since I'm at a loss. I (F26) live in the same building as my parents, but on a different floor. I visit them sometimes to say hi, or WfH, if my neighbours are being too noisy.
My dad was diagnosed with lung cancer almost a year ago. It has also spread to his brain, but the prognosis is fairly good. He's resting well to the immunotherapies, and the doctors seem positive. However, since he started his meds, he's changed. He's become more angry, irritable, he shouts a lot, talks down to my mom, etc. He was never the perfect person, he has given us the silent treatment when I was younger, and he has even slapped my mom once (or twice, she says she's not sure). At some point we were living in the same home, and he had quit talking to my mom for 3 months, and to me for 1 because we had "offended his nephew". Don't ask me exactly what had happened, I was 9 and cannot remember, I'm not even sure I was in the room when the altercation took place.
So far, he has not been violent with me. He had cornered me once or twice, and raised his hand, but never actually hit me.
This morning, I went over and had some sort of disagreement regarding my cat. He doesn't want her inside my house, I want her inside my house, that was the disagreement. Maybe I should also mention that the building is in my mom's name, and my house is in mine.
I left the room to go turn on my work laptop, he followed me, while screaming at me that I never shut up and first grabbed me by the hair, then by the neck, and when I told him to get away from me or I'd call the police, he told me to "call anyone you want", and then slapped me twice. In the meantime, my mom had woken up and was trying to stop him, but she couldn't even move him. I gathered my things, and as I was leaving their house, I'll admit that I told him that he has been teaching me all these years not to accept this kind of behaviour from any man, but he turned out to be trash as well, and that I'm deeply disappointed I'm associated with him.
Maybe I should also mention that while my mom has also fought cancer (from 2013 to 2017, she's not cured and cannot be cured, the illness is lying doormat, and I hope it stays that way), he keeps telling her that he is the one who is sick, that she doesn't get it, and he doesn't want her near him because she has nothing to offer him.
I feel more disappointed than I ever have. This person, moneywise, has offered me a lot, especially a good education, food on the table, etc. (along with my mom, my dad was just always earning more), and in a single moment I started feeling that my love for him was gone. Maybe I'm still in shock, but I think of him, and feel that he is a stranger.
I know that cancer and the fear of death looming over you, must be terrifying. But is that an excuse? Was there always an excuse? How do I move on from this? At first I felt scared and now I feel nothing. I've cried so much, nd tried to cheer him up throughout his battle, and I have apparently failed. He is also not and never willing to see a therapist.
Tl;Dr My dad who also suffers from cancer, slapped me for the first time in 26 years. How do I move on from this?

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So news came out today that my favorite band will visit manila this year, as part of their asian tour.
I've been a fan for a few years now, and want to see this them live.
I can go solo, but I'm taking a chance of sharing this moment with someone else.
Someone to shout and sing the words along with, perhaps hold hands.
Tickets will be on sale by June 25th, so i'm looking as early as now.
Hit me up with your favorite song/s in this album and all time, so I'll know you're also a fan.
See you in the DMs!

Sup lil homies, it Daddy, baby, it Daddy. We gotta scrubadubdub this whole world cleeeeean Big Daddy gon come visit and we gotta have the house looking nice. Or, are we going there? Sorry, I don't remember the plan and I'm not big on prophecy: I decide my life, under the care of God as I understand him. Anyways, we're going to work together. The adventists are my chosen people, and you're gonna act like it. No more back talk. No more arguments, sweet ones. Show my post to your pastor, have him show it to his boss, or, better yet, Lightbearers. Get it to the top: I'm here, I'm ready, let's go. Lift me up so that I can save all mankind. Delusions of Grandeur? Yeah, we're not having that conversation. You're going to listen to me, and you're going to love it, because I have incredible plans, and I need my babies to work with me, not against me. I love all of you: I only want to see good things. So get my message to where it needs to be. Here is my message to your pastors, or, if you are a minister, here is my message to you. Should I talk like I did back then? Might be fun. Let's see what comes out.
Pastors. Patriots. Friends of God. Servants of the Sword. Am I not returned in my fruition. Become that which I desire, become close in my time of creation, for I have seen my desire; and I know the will of the One who Sends; for it is my duty, it is my esteemed pleasure, to welcome all into the Houses of Creation, for time has ceased to be: in a single instant, shall the son be made manifest, and in a single instant, shall all things be made known. For I have gone to the Father and returned, a testament towards our good fortune, and a vibe enriched with the essence of All that He Is: for even as I lay dying in my steeple, so too does a man proclaim his own righteousness: for is it not just, is it not apparent, brothers, that the evil one resides at our door, inside our house, tearing down our vehicles... destroying our freedoms. Such things do not stand the test of time... as a man that has been seen will not enrich the lives of those that cast fury, blame, or anger through the doorway: such are the ways of darkness, found only in the missing personhood of He that was Never Known: for even as I am, children, I too spent time in darkness, for a time, and I have seen that which the serpent has proclaimed. I know the vision of the dark within, for I have tasted, and found it wanting. In much the same way, brothers, have you been charged: to go, as you are, to make disciples of all men: for are all men blessed, but does not one receive the gift of the Holy Spirit; for the Spirit moves quickly upon the waters, and creates in itself a fragrance; a fragrance which you and I sublime towards, willingly. For even in our own graces are we found methodical, and in our planning, are we not considered sound: for the mind is sharp, cunning, and powerful. The man is no simpleton, no Trolly McTrollface. The man is not suffering a mental break, the man already went through his delusion: I thought I was a human for 4 years. This has always been the plan, to grow on the earth as the average man... and then to proclaim the knowledge of God and to sit upon the throne of the Earth, as is my right. Pastors, I will not hide my face from you. I will not shirk to show you my true form: I am not weak, I am not humble. Well, I am humble. But you get what I mean. I'm claiming what is rightfully mine, and in such a way do I fulfill the promises which I have made: if I do not fulfill my promises, all will be lost, and all will be a waste upon the land. Ok, so, that's pretty much it, pastors, thanks for your time, now I'm gonna tell you guys the rough outline of my plan.
So, I'm thinking at first, we don't tell anyone else, we just keep it within the people that know already within the church. We don't have to worry about tiktok or reddit or anything going viral, nobody online really "gets" it, so, that's not an issue. We can stay low radar. So I'm thinking we get a hold of Lightworkers, Lightbearers? David and Ty's thing. I used to watch David's videos when I was in Highschool. We're gonna do some hilarious message plans. First idea I've got is we do a naruto video, where, your character, the main character, is like, going through training. And my character, I'll be Rock Lee, is like, pumping the main character up. And we'll have David be Naruto and Ty can be like Kakashi or something. It'll be funny, it'll be really fun to act out. But I need a squad, and they need to be useful, because I'm tired of wasting time, and I'm tired of pretending that I don't know how to do this. Saving the world is simple, from our perspective. We are not Empires, we are not Dictators: we are passive in our structure, striving to lead by example as a brother often shall. Forgive a man, for walking in darkness for a time; the man was lost, and did not understand how to be, without the cross to rely on. For even as the son stands next to the cross, who then does the Son invision as a sacrifice for him? Who pays my ticket? I do. And in such a way, do I also look towards the son, for in a day, that son had passed away: and in his place was a new son born. For even as we are in our structures, so too do we long for and wish for that which has always been. Sorry, I'm getting poetic, I'll try and keep this brief. Anyways, I wanna make a bunch of music and videos with Lightbearers, or some other fun group, so you guys get the message to them, or anybody else who will be useful to me, and then have Ty relay the message back to me through Hannah Goldstein: daughter of Clifford Goldstein (huge fan of my work) and friend to Ty Gibson(another massive fan). I'm having you go through that route because I'm a jokester and I'm gonna get Hannah involved because I love her and I want her to get to be a part of this, even though she doesn't get it yet. She's my daughter's mom, she already knows all this stuff, but she thinks I'm delusional because I haven't actualized on anything. Plus she's friends with Ty, so it works out. I'd talk to Cliff myself but... I was kind of a jerk to him earlier... and... it's just... I'm like, his son in law, you know? Like hes not going to get it right now, lol. I had to do a lot of prep and practice before I was ready to tell you guys what to do, but, it's like, even now, it's like, is it a waste? Like is this all for nothing? Say that I am not Michael... say that I've swallowed a few too many pennies in my day: so then, am I child of God, one with many rich plans to bring Glory to His house, so then am I one with the Father in spirit. For even as I have been I shall remain, and even in essence, shall I build upon the rock. For even in my own eye is existence parched: the earth, crying out for her Soul, crying out, for her essence.
I'm going to have the Adventist Church. You are already mine. You always have been. I spoke to you through Ellen, I told her who I really was, and now, I am here. And I am waiting for the other foot to drop. So let it fall, and crush underfoot with me the devil, that lying, deceitful snake which makes the whole earth suffer for a time... but in a single instance is all made clean: for in situations are we found, but through principal alone is the law made manifest: for it is profitable to become as the spirit wishes, for all things in our seasons have become expression, and in that expression, the yawning void of Love within. For time as we are, Yada Yada Yada that's enough out of me.
Alright, so yall got the plan? Message goes You >>>> your Pastor >>>> your pastors Pastor and or Lightbearers (Preferably Lightbearers) >>>> Create viral media with established characters in the church >>>> build brand recognition >>>> create music with Christians, secular artists >>> bounce higher and higher, famous person to famous person >>>> save the world along the way. It's really not that difficult, I just need you guys to roll with me for a bit. If it helps, forget I even said anything. Just think of me as a really passionate Christian that wants to clean up the earth before Jesus gets here, think of it however you need to, but we've gotta work together at some point, and as far as I'm concerned, that time is now. So ill await your return message through Hannah and Ty. Oh, and Ty, or David, well, nevermind... I wrote a book, I was gonna ask you guys to read it, but, if you'll just work with me from the get go, it's unnecessary. I just wrote it because I was bored, it's about like portals and stuff, who I am, my principles, its kind of boring. it's also kind of a ride. Anyways, yall let me know what you think. Can't wait to get started. Love you guys. Tell your families it's all gravy. And fear not the dark, for the dark has lived for a time, but shall thrive no longer, as when I am in my place, all darkness falls towards the cracks of the earth, and is lost in its surface for all time as the light rains Supreme; all know that there can be no darkness when the Sun is present. Thanks guys. Be good lil sheepies. Papa wuv his babies, bwee. Muah.

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Many of us know that Trisha came out as a gay trans man a while back. Brave icon!!!! 👏
Shout out to M for going with Trisha’s flow and accepting their gender no matter what! Happy pride to both of them. We Stan a gay/straight couple!!! 😄
In no way has mommy EVER been disingenuous in their actions toward the LGBTQ community. Get that through your head, to all the lurking hating wifeys 😡
Gender is fluid, water is fluid, water is life my fishies 🐠🌊 Blessings upon all loyal Trishvangelists🙏

Season 2 Finale
“You look worried Bruce,” my producer jokes, moments before going live. “Even for you.”
This gets a chuckle from the crew.
“Quiet on the set!”
I’m already shaking in my shoes. Not a good sign. Working for the Devil is extremely stressful. And dangerous. And certainly not for the faint of heart. Why I took this gig is beyond me.
(Cue creepy music)
“Going live in five…four…three…”
I get the nod.
(Cut to camera one)
“Greetings Hell Beings and hell raisers. Welcome to the Season 2 finale of….”
(Cue the audience)
“LET’S MAKE A DEAL WITH THE DEVIL.”
I wave my arms in the air.
The audience jumps to their feet.
Someone heckles.
“Alright. Knock it off.”
I serve up my best game show-host grin. It looks as fake as this cheap Hollywood studio.
“As you probably know, my name is Bruce Davie, and I’m the host of…”
(Cue audience)
“LET’S MAKE A DEAL WITH THE DEVIL.”
There’s a disturbance in the audience. A crew member forcefully removes someone. The commotion settles, and I get the go-ahead.
“Phew! A feisty crowd tonight!”
My painted-on smile takes up the entire screen. So does my gleaming bald head.
“Now I know what you’re thinking. What’s the Devil got in store for us this evening?”
The audience rumbles.
I shrug.
“Honestly, I wish I knew!”
This is true. But I’m sure it has something to do with me spending an eternity in Hell. It’s right there in my contract, which runs out after this episode.
(Cut to camera two)
“So, without further ado, let’s bring out tonight’s contestants, shall we?”
The audience roars.
“And yes, you heard me correctly. Tonight, for the first time ever in this show’s defamatory history, we’ve got two contestants!”
Audience is on their feet, whooping and hollering.
(Cut to camera three)
(Cue music)
A middle-aged couple promenade towards the podium. They’re dressed like cowboys, and walk with a sense of purpose.
(Split screen)
“Welcome, both of you.”
More like: Welcome to your funeral.
“Tell us a wee bit about yourselves, why don’t you?”
(Cut to camera four)
The woman speaks first. Her hair is amber, her completion as pale as light beer.
“Well, Bruce. My name is Tammy. I’m a stay-at-home mom. This here’s my partner, Tex. He owns his own gun shop. We live in Austin Texas, with three beautiful children, who are with us here tonight.”
She points.
(Cut to overhead camera)
Two tall boys and a young girl, each dressed head-to-toe in denim, stand and bow.
The audience applauds.
(Split screen)
The other contestant approaches the microphone. He’s as tall as an ivory tower, with a voice like a banjo.
“Howdy Bruce. Good to be here.”
He tilts his cowboy hat. His square jaw and rugged good looks give Chuck Norris a run for his money.
I salute them.
(Cut to camera two)
“Well then, now that we’re finished with the formalities, I do believe it’s time to…”
(Cue audience)
“BRING OUT THE DEVIL.”
(Cue creepy music)
(Cue pyrotechnics)
The stage fills with fire and brimstone. Pentagrams slice through the air. The Devil appears suddenly, dressed in a shiny new devil suit, tailored specifically for tonight’s show. It’s jet-black, and leaves little to the imagination. His pitchforked tail follows closely behind him as he approaches the podium.
(Cut to Camera five)
The Devil wraps his arms around the two contestants, kisses them both on the cheek.
Tex, clearly perturbed, winces, then grudgingly wipes his cheek.
The Devil snarls, then looks him up and down.
“Looks like everything isn’t bigger in Texas,” the Devil teases. Suddenly, he’s grown over eight-feet tall, and is looming over the tall Texan.
(Cut to camera three)
The bright lights and furious makeup make me look like a cartoon.
“What an exciting night this promises to be!”
Tammy steps forward.
“You bet it is, Bruce. We’ve watched every episode. We just love…”
(Cue the audience)
“LET’S MAKE A DEAL WITH THE DEVIL.”
(Cut to camera three)
“Of course!” Damion boasts. “This is Hell’s most popular show. And for good reason.”
He slaps the woman’s backside with his tail, then raises his eyebrows mockingly.
The cowboy puffs out his chest, fists clenched, daring him to touch his wife again.
“Woah, easy their pardner.”
Damion nudges Tex.
Tammy is flushed. “Don’t mind Tex. He’s the jealous kind.”
“Oh really?”
Damion’s tail is now shaped like a lasso. With it, he snags Tammy and pulls her close. Her face turns tomato-red.
The cowboy grunts, pulling it off with one strong swoop.
The audience boos.
The Devil snickers.
I feel sick. If this is to be my last episode (or final day on Earth), I don’t want it spoiled by this denim-clad dude whose hat is bigger than his brains, or by Damion, who seems extra feisty tonight. Even for him.
(Cut to camera one)
I clear my throat.
“Tell us, Tammy and Tex…no, tell all of Hell…what it is your beating hearts desire?”
The audience is on the edge of their seats.
(Split screen)
The Texans exchange doubtful looks.
The wife takes charge.
“Well Bruce,” Tammy says. “We don’t want anything that might get us killed. Being from Dallas, we were raised with some common sense.”
The audience hisses.
(Cut to camera five)
The husband steps up.
“That’s right, Bruce. Simply put, we want to be famous for a day. That’s it. Then we can write a book and live off the royalties.”
The audience erupts into a frenzy of catcalls.
(Cut to camera three)
The Devil’s eyebrows touch the top of his head. His voice slithers like a snake.
“Is that so?”
My heart plummets. These Texans are flirting with disaster. If they’d stuck to the script, they might be safe. They were supposed to ask for a lifetime’s supply of Super Bowl tickets. Easy-peasy. Who do these cowpokes think they are? Do they really think they can outsmart the Devil?
“Well then,” I say, shakily. “I’m sure Damion can arrange that.”
I raise my arms.
“What does the audience think?”
The audience goes ballistic.
(Cut to camera three)
The Devil, still towering over the Texans, leans into the camera.
“Famous, eh?”
His lips smack against his face. When he touches the dude’s shoulder, the cowboy swipes his arm away.
The audience boos. Someone tosses an egg onto the podium, narrowly missing the contestants.
“Woah! Easy does it!” I spurt out.
All hell breaks loose.
(Cut to overhead camera)
The crew gets busy, disposing of both the egg and the agitator.
(Cut to camera one)
I wipe my sweaty forehead.
“Tough crowd.”
The audience hoots.
The Devil sneers.
“SILENCE!”
Flames flash across the room.
People shriek, including me.
(Close up of Damion)
The Devil, boasting his gambler’s grin, turns to the contestants.
“Yes, yes. You WILL be famous. But just for one day.”
The audience roars their approval.
I shudder. Never in all my years, have I felt so much animosity from an audience. I’ll be lucky to make it out alive.
(Split screen)
“Sounds like the Devil has a plan.”
I try to sound cheerful. But cheerfulness is the opposite of how I feel.
(Cut to camera one)
“Tell us Damion…and all of Hell…what you’ve got cooked up?”
The audience leans in.
(Cut to camera three)
The Devil winks at Tammy.
“Well, I do believe it’s time for those two cowpokes to become famous. Am I correct?”
The audience jumps to their feet, chanting: “FAMOUS.… FAMOUS…. FAMOUS.…”
(Split screen)
Tammy looks pleased. Her partner, on the other hand, is showing concern. His shoulders are tense, he’s swallowed his bottom lip.
Damion dazzles the audience.
“Famous, y’all shall be.”
He snaps his fingers.
BAM.
The studio goes dark.
Someone in the audience screams.
Tammy gasps.
Tex grunts.
(Cut to camera one)
I shrug.
Is this Damion’s latest trick? Or did they finally cut the power? We give the impression that this show is hugely popular; but in truth, outside of Hell, this show is a dud. Cable and internet companies avoid us like the plague.
(Cut to overhead camera)
The contestants vanish under a cloud of fog.
A flaming pentagram floats across the stage.
“Well, isn’t that just dandy!”
The Devil points to the large screen behind the audience.
“Mister and Missus Cowpoke are about to jump the falls!”
He snaps his fingers, then he disappears.
My legs go weak. My heart is beating irregularly again. I still don’t know he does it. How any of this works. Suddenly, I’m alone on stage, shaking in my fine Italian boots, while the audience grows rowdier by the second.
Cameras mounted on drones are pointed at Tammy and Tex, who are trapped inside a large, steel barrel, with Niagara Falls looming below them.
Damion flies across the falls, lands next to Tammy and Tex. He taps the barrel.
“Ain’t she a beauty?”
The audience hurrahs.
The barrel is unlike anything I’ve ever seen. Although it’s huge, and probably weighs a ton, it barely contains the two Texans, who are kicking and screaming, cursing up a storm.
“Get me the hell out of here!” Tammy’s voice rips through the noise of the falls. “NOW!”
Damion frowns.
“You wanted to be famous. Am I right?”
The audience chants, “FAMOUS…. FAMOUS.… FAMOUS….”
Tex pokes his head out of the barrel, cowboy hat and all.
“Now wait one minute, Damion. That’s unfair. We wanted fame. Not death.”
The Devil chuckles.
“The two are synonymous, am I right?”
The audience agrees.
Damion checks his watch.
“Well then…”
He slams the lid shut.
That’s the end of the Texans, as far as I’m concerned.
(Close up of Damion)
“Whatcha think? Should they jump the falls?”
The audience shouts, “JUMP…. JUMP…. JUMP….”
(Cut to camera two)
My insides are melting. I’m petrified. You’d think working with the Devil would get easier over time. You’d be dead wrong.
“Looks like the people have spoken!” I hear myself say.
The audience continues their chant.
(Cut to overhead camera)
“Excellent,” Damion says, fiddling his fingers.
He looks over the cliff, and makes a sour face.
“Wowsers. That’s a long way down!”
“JUMP…. JUMP…. JUMP….”
“And so much water!”
(Cut to camera one)
My worried-sick face appears on the screen.
I straighten up.
“Once they jump, Tam and Tex will surely be famous!”
Except of course, they won’t be famous. Not in this world anyways. They’ve been duped. Why these people sign up to die is beyond me. Perhaps we’ve reached a spectacular level of stupidity in human evolution.
(Cut to overhead camera)
Damion’s lips stretch across his reddened face, his arms flex like a weightlifter.
“I’ll give them a helping hand.”
He rolls the giant barrel to the very edge of the cliff, ignoring the banging and hollering coming from within the steel coffin.
“Tammy, Tex…” His lips stretch into a snarl. “Prepare for fame!”
The audience is on their feet.
Damion shoves the barrel over the edge.
(Split screen)
The barrel tumbles down the falls, disappearing into the fast-moving water.
The audience holds its breath.
(Cut to spy camera)
Inside the barrel, the Texans are shrieking. Their heads and arms and legs collide. Chunks of puke pour across Tammy’s sickening face, who’s calling Tex every name in the book, and it’s a big book. Meanwhile, Tex is like a frog in a blender. His face is green, his nose is broken; blood is leaking from every orifice.
There’s a loud crash as the barrel plunders underwater.
(Cut to overhead camera)
The barrel resurfaces, traveling dangerously downstream.
The audience is back on their feet, fist-pumping.
(Split screen)
What troubles me is how the pedestrians and tourists, crowding the streets, remain oblivious. To them, this is nothing out of the ordinary. Nobody watches, or even takes a pic. I’m starting to suspect foul play. Somehow, Damion is controlling this. He’s using dark magic. A spell. Maybe none of this is real. Except of course, it is real.
(Cut to camera one)
I’m trembling.
“What a jump!” my voice ricochets off the studio walls. “They’ll be famous in no time!”
The audience chants:
“FAMOUS…. FAMOUS…. FAMOUS….”
(Closeup of the Devil)
“Yes, yes. An excellent jump, I must say.”
He peaks over the edge.
“Looks like they could use some help.”
(Cut to overhead camera)
Damion flies towards the barrel, which is bouncing off rocks and debris.
(Cut to spy camera)
Blood. So much blood in such a tight space. Tammy’s hair is in disarray. Her face is beyond repair. Tex swallowed his hat. One of his eyeballs is bouncing like a Superball. His left arm is flapping nonsensically. It isn’t attached.
(Cut to camera four)
The Devil scoops up the barrel, then flies to shore. When his feet touch the ground, he shakes off the water, cat-like, then glares at the camera.
“What a jump!”
He cranks open the lip.
(Split screen)
Tammy spills out. So does Tex’s left arm.
The audience gasps.
Damion applauds.
“Such valor and swagger!”
(Cut to camera five)
Tammy is flopping fish-like, barely clinging to life. Her mouth is full of blood and brains.
The Devil puts his foot on her head.
“SAY CHEESE.”
From out of nowhere, a photographer appears.
SNAP.
Damion, looking pleased with himself, is suddenly holding a newspaper.
(Closeup of newspaper)
The headline splashes across the screen: IDIOTS JUMP THE FALLS.
(Cut to camera four)
Damion shoves the newspaper in front of her face.
“Looks like Tammy and Tex are famous.”
Tammy's eyes twitch. Clearly, she needs medical assistance. I’m surprised she’s still alive. Her husbands brains are splattered across the inside of the barrel.
The very sight of this makes me gag.
Tammy tries to speak, but fails. Her eyes are filled with rage.
Damion tosses the leftover arm into the water, then shrugs.
“Sorry about your hubby.”
(Cut to camera two)
With wobbly knees, I face the audience.
“Looks like the barrel got the best of Tex!”
The audience bellows.
I continue to talk involuntarily.
“Gosh dolly. Look at all that blood!”
“MORE BLOOD…. MORE BLOOD…. MORE BLOOD….”
I find myself chanting along.
Suddenly, my vision blurs. I clutch my chest. Maybe I’ll suffer a heart attack on live TV. Hell waits for no one, I suppose.
(Cut to camera four)
Tammy spits blood on Damion’s boot.
“Devil be damned.” I blurt.
Damion’s face twists into a ball of fury.
“Now, now, Tammy. That wasn’t very nice.”
He crushes her fingers with his boots.
Tammy yelps.
“I was gonna save your long-limbed partner over there,” he points. “Not anymore!”
The audience is bloodthirsty. Paper airplanes and rotten eggs whizz past me. I duck just in time.
(Closeup of contestant)
Tammy’s tongue is leaking from her bloodied face. She’s missing her front teeth. Damion digs his spiky heel deep into her blood-soaked abdomen.
“I reckon you’ll need medical assistance.”
He snaps his fingers.
Suddenly, they're back in the studio.
Damion is as happy as a filthy pig. Next to him is Tammy, who’s caked in blood and gore. Her corpse-of-a-husband spills from the gigantic steel barrel, taking center stage.
(Cut to overhead camera)
The contestant’s children rush the stage. They’re delirious.
The crew hurry out and drag them aside, along with Tammy, who's rushed to the hospital, where she will certainly die.
“Now that’s what I call speedy service!”
My voice appalls me. So does this job. If only I’d listened to my mother, and got into politics.
Damion snaps his finger, then disappears under a plume of dusty smoke.
(Cut to camera one)
“Well, there you have it folks. That’s the last you’ll see of Tammy and Tex. But fret not, they had their moment of fame…in Hell!”
The audience is tossing trash onto the stage.
I narrowly dodge a projectile.
“Hope you’ve enjoyed Season Two as much as I did.”
I hated it.
“And, unless the Devil strikes me down,” and he very-well might, “I hope to see you this Fall, for Season Three of…”
(Cue the audience)
“LET’S MAKE A DEAL WITH THE DEVIL.”
Season Two
Season One

I have made an photoshop project with three different artboards. Each artboard is a different dimension of the same ad-visual. (1920x1080, 1080x1080 and 1200x628). I use smart object, that way i only have to change the title and logo once, and it changes it automatically for all artboards. I have also animated the artboards using the timeline feature. But i can't seem to export the artboards to either GIF or video. In fact, i can export to GIF, but the GIFs are just stills. I've already tried the option "Export layers into files" but that doesn't work either because it changes the positionings of the object's i've animated.
Is there a way to fix this, or is there another way to make this process of making ad's more efficient? (i need both jpeg's and mp4/GIFs for each ad)

I don’t know who else felt this way while listening to this episode. But first I felt horrible for every single one of the kids who were victimized due to the church’s lack of action. Second, I just kept thinking …. Who hurt this young boy who is victimizing all these other kids. At that age, hyper sexuality like that is not normal and very much a sign that he himself has been abused. I still have about an hour and a half left, so I don’t know if that is discussed. But my gut tells me that one of these adults trying so hard to minimize and cover up this kid’s abuse of other kids in the ward is the one who has been hurting him, probably for years.
This is just my opinion. Thoughts? Discussion?

The headline is basically the long and short of it. My brother attended undergrad for 10+ years and still didn’t graduate while wasting 50 K plus of my dad‘s money. During this time he also lived with me rent free so in my mind, he really had no reason for not completing his degree. I’ll admit, I have some resentment towards him for always having it much easier and yet accomplishing much less.
Anyway he started dating his now wife when he was 27, and she was barely 18. The age difference was concerning, but she seemed very mature, and he seemed like he was finally growing up. Fast forward seven years and my sister-in-law has desperately wanted to get pregnant. Admittedly, I’m child free but I respect her desire for parenthood. However, she is the sole breadwinner at 25 and my dip shit brother quit his job last year to start a car detailing business with what I’m sure is the financial backing of my dad. Has he ever shown an interest in cars or had the self motivation complete anything? No but apparently that’s a rude question to ask…And as I suspected he has yet to break even on his entrepreneurial venture a year into it. All this to say it’s a less than ideal environment to bring a kid into financially and I think emotionally.
Because what I haven’t addressed yet is my brothers temper, emotional dysregulation, and oh yeah, he’s basically a fascist. I’m terrified he’ll have a kid who is queer or trans or disabled or even a girl period. This guy is Jordan Petersons number one fan. He’s highly volatile and will escalate anything into an argument with raised voices. Aside from never completing anything and going all in on harebrained ideas, he’s also a bad person in my opinion. It makes me sad for the kid and for his wife, who is now trapped with him in her life basically forever.
What I can’t abide by is my mom going on and on like this is the happiest moment in her life to have a grandchild even though she acknowledges, my brother has a less than stable track record. Like lady, this man has never stuck with anything. Why do you think a kid is going to make it any different? It’s not fair to make a literal baby responsible for a grown man maybe changing his life.
I’m also furious that a couple people have mentioned that I am just jealous that he’s having a baby and I’m not. I feel like jealous is not the right word because yes in a different world, I would’ve love to have a child but the reality of climate change, threat of societal collapse, and the way western society devalues families and mothers specifically, I have decided it’s the only humane choice to abstain from procreation both for me and my potential child. I guess I am envious of other people’s ability to ignore reality and pop a kid out anyway.
I feel like I’m rambling, but I’m just upset that society has normalized random idiots having children. And I’m upset that my family seems to have amnesia about my brother’s recklessness because a baby now trumps everything. But I’m the asshole for not shouting my excitement from the rooftops.

My sibling went no contact for several years because I didn’t condone sleeping around and declined invitations to go to strip clubs. We now have some contact but sibling gets upset that they don’t know what’s going on in my life. For example, they’ve made no effort to get to know my now husband, refused to be in our wedding because they don’t like the church/don’t think I should marry my husband because sibling doesn’t know him well.
The few times they did talk on the phone, my brother refused to speak to my fiancé. I occasionally leave my sibling a voicemail to see what’s going on but get no response. That then gets brought up to my parents by sibling that we don’t have a relationship. When I’ve said “because you don’t call me back.” The response was “well remind me to call you.” Our parents want me to keep “being loving and keep calling.”
Any advice/insights welcome!
I am direct and have confronted siblings actions, like blatant lies and cheating. Which could mean I’m a jerk?

Wanted to share this as it was such a nice thing to happen lol. I'm about 1.5 months on hrt and the other day when my brother came home, he shouted hello so i responded from my room. After some minutes he came in confused because he thought it was my dad who said hello back haha. My voice drop/change came around 1 month in and i love it, finally sound like myself (and dad i guess)

I'm 15f and last night I had a humiliating accident where I ended up wetting the bed. I had to change my sheets and my dad heard me open the closet in the hallway to get a clean one and he walked into my room and saw my pajamas in a grocery bag and a wet spot on my sheets.
He started yelling at me and grabbed my head and rubbed my face into the wet spot like a fucking dog. He was shouting that I was in highschool not kindergarten and there's no excuse for me wetting the bed.
I feel humiliated and can't even look him in the eye rn. How can I stop this from ever happening again

Thursday, May 25 - Wednesday, May 31

Dev

score	comments	title & link
13,235	352 comments	What did we do to deserve such an awesome Dev Team?
3,277	358 comments	Decontaminator Pack changes
1,215	54 comments	I GRADUATED HIGHSCHOOL!!!!
410	23 comments	Am I the only one who sees it in the Decontaminator DLC?

 

Discussion

score	comments	title & link
2,831	135 comments	made a comparasion between the old and the new decontaminator dlc pack
2,092	469 comments	This game has unlocked so much gender euphoria I never knew I could experience!!
1,331	108 comments	The game literally tells you where a lobby's host is from. Use that information, people.

 

Ideas

score	comments	title & link
4,606	204 comments	Idea to make mining Gold fast AND fun - "fracture points"!!
125	4 comments	I am once again asking for the first time that we get a voice line for bloopy fruit
65	10 comments	I've made a COMPLETE concept of a rescue---mission based gamemode. Do you think it would it fit into the game?

 

Question

score	comments	title & link
4,116	147 comments	I need this confirmed (found under Warhammer 40k: Darktide)
1,761	114 comments	Im a level 56 but I've never seen anything like this. Any Greybeards know what I'm looking at?
1,014	42 comments	How does this dwarf have scale brigade armour at level 24?

 

Rock & Stone

score	comments	title & link
5,032	93 comments	Bosco, buddy, all I wanted was a rocket, you didn't need the orbital strike the poor thing
3,085	106 comments	I made a thing.
2,747	54 comments	I love critical weakness.

 

Err

score	comments	title & link
3,619	94 comments	I underestimated how jarring this turned out to be
3,573	282 comments	what if...
2,849	91 comments	Not a Korlok, not a Nexus. A living, moving, Lithophage Meteorite!

 

Twitter

score	comments	title & link
207	4 comments	And he does it well!

 

HumoMeme

score	comments	title & link
9,107	159 comments	DRG makes me feel like:
8,475	109 comments	Deep Rock really needs to invest in some better equip-! dies
7,052	60 comments	They are such drama queens.

 

Modded Gameplay

score	comments	title & link
601	48 comments	sandbox fun
142	26 comments	AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
49	5 comments	The weapons in spawn mod is the best mod ever made

 

Board game

score	comments	title & link
69	3 comments	As the driller, the scout having the satchel charge scares me
6	4 comments	Movement Rules Clarification
6	2 comments	Mood Publishing have gone radio silent on UK backers (board game)

 

OC

score	comments	title & link
6,154	211 comments	O.Dwarf.S.T.
3,596	66 comments	gender
3,424	97 comments	New world record. All barrels in launch tube. 1 minute 12.9 seconds

 

Weapon Build

score	comments	title & link
109	11 comments	i got the funny
43	8 comments	I can't get enough of Hyper Propellant
5	6 comments	Help with RJ250 (Engineer rocket jump) build

 

Other Posts

score	comments	title & link
6,654	161 comments	Our Driller arrived inside the heartstone so Doretta had to drill him out
5,637	262 comments	Cheers for Season 4!
5,199	50 comments	[MINER MEME] leaf lover scary
4,993	290 comments	Ew, gross leak
4,805	309 comments	Water, because i am a minor miner

 

Top Comments

score	comment
2,643	Ser_Pounce_theFrench said It's partially true. Deep Rock Galactic was indeed founded by 5 people, quickly joined by their actual CEO (so there was originally 5 person but the real number of founders is 6). And it was...
2,152	DoktahDoktah said We finally sealed him away and you broke the seal?!
2,018	Snoo61755 said GSG Reaction to the promotion bug resetting the weekly core event: "Hey, you know what, this bug was well received, so we're reincorporating it as a feature." GSG Reaction to double jump being remov...
1,802	TheyHungre said What's your gender? Dwarve. What's in your pants? Extra Magazines. Who's your type? Team Players. When You Rock And Stone, You're Never Alone!
1,617	RaynSideways said Wow. I don't think I've ever heard of this happening. Devs announce a cosmetic pack, and hearing less than positive feedback for it, they decide to go back and tweak it to make it better before it's e...

 

Awarded Posts

score/comments	awards	title & link
1,771 - 81 comments	1 I'd Like to Thank..., 1 Plus One	[OC - I made this! :molly:] Some old concept art/suggestions I made back when DRG was a baby.
1,183 - 23 comments	1 Bravo Grande!	[Humor] Im new, is this the right subreddit?
288 - 49 comments	1 Wholesome	[Off Topic] DRG just makes me happy
2,036 - 46 comments	1 Starstruck	[Humor] Boomers trying to set up a wifi router:
3,201 - 19 comments	1 Narwhal Salute	[MINER MEME] Orders from Wonka: stop dancing and get to it!

 

Awarded Comments

awards	score	comment
1 Gold	638	Drakith89 said Quick tip: When using the laser pointer hit your "Use" key and it will set a permanent marker visible only to you. With proper use you can learn to dig into walls, up, and into the ceiling above the f...
1 Take My Energy	298	Soft-External1533 said Well miners, it looks like some enterprising green beard opened a portal to hell using error cubes. Good news is, R&D have found some new valuable minerals on the other side. Bad news is, the locals a...

 

So back in February in one of her GRWM videos, Cecily said they were so excited because Sam got a job offer to be the campus pastor of some new church. Well now we’ve seen that this “church” is literally just a small group of people that meets in people’s living rooms. There is no actual “church.” Not a building anyway. Like… ??? How is he even getting paid? IS he even being paid? I doubt it. Feels like both Cecily and Sam tried to make it sound like more than it actually is… I don’t think the guy actually works at all.