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2020.09.27 21:32 alligatortomMy (34M) brother (35M) made me end my relationship with my (27F) girlfriend who I am madly in love with because she is not of the same faith.
LONG POST WARNING! First post. Have been lurking on reddit for a long time. Have had some recent issues in my life that have been difficult, however, I have also been blessed in my life. I have 2 very happy and healthy boys that are my heartbeat. I am currently finalizing a divorce from my STBXW who was of the same faith and treated me and my family like garbage. I met my new girlfriend (which who my brother knows and has always liked as a person. She is smart, funny, intuitive, and makes me so happy. She would be absolutely great for our family, and even more importantly, be great for my children) while I was married, however we were just friends during that time. Nothing ever transpired until I was legally separated. We became very very close friends. We both started to feel very strongly for each other. I knew she was not of the same faith, and tried my hardest to isolate the feelings, as she did the same. My family knew about her, but didn’t know how deep it was between us, how close we were/are and how strongly I feel about her. The family assumed that I was just having “fun” and enjoying the company of another woman because I had such a shitty marriage with absolutely no love life. I ended up going on a weekend getaway with my girlfriend and didn’t tell anyone, which honestly, other than my children being born, was the best days of my life. We had so much fun and I have never felt so connected with another person. My brother ended up finding out on my last day on the getaway, with some other family finding out too. The next day when I got back, my girlfriend met with my brother. She tried to explain and reason with him, that she understands the situation, but we are so in love with each other. I begged him and the family to just accept it. They refused, as she is not of our faith. Up until I met her, I too was the same, that we shouldn’t marry outside of the faith. Even with my divorce looming, I still felt the same, that I would end up with a compatible partner who is of the same faith. And then I got to know her. Someone who was able to love me and me love her on a level that I never thought existed. We connected so strongly in every aspect, which led me to fight for her, for the family to accept her. After she had met with my brother, I was given a choice. Either the family, or her. I was given 5 minutes to decide. Either the love of my life, or my family will never speak to me OR MY KIDS ever again. Really? Did I hear them right? My children? I ultimately ended up breaking it off with her, and it crushed the both of us, especially her. I never felt more terrible in my life. 3 weeks go by and NC between me and her, until one day we started talking again and BOOM it was like nothing I have ever experienced. I never felt something so right. I started to mentally prepare myself for the fallout from the family. When the family found out that I was seeing her again, they went crazy. They gave me the choice again. This time, I chose her. They spent all day and night begging me and pleading with me to end it. My brother called everyone in the family (mob style) and they all said the same thing “if you chose her you are out and we will shun you and your kids out of our lives and your kids will grow up without their cousins”. Reluctantly, I broke it off with her again. I feel terrible. She feels like shit. I just hope and pray that she heals and finds happiness out there. Even if only of us gets happiness, I hope it’s her. Now I know I will be miserable for the rest of my life, knowing that I love another soul with all my heart, but can’t have her or do anything about it. Rant over.
2020.09.27 15:24 Britneyfan456Which Actor had the best run in the 50s?
Best run in terms of anything Jack Lemmon: Some Like it Hot, Mister Roberts, Three for the Show, Phffft, It Should Happen to You, Once Too Often, Cowboy, Hollywood Bronc Busters, You Can't Run Away from It, Fire Down Below, My Sister Eileen, It Happened to Jane, Operation Mad Ball, and Bell, Book and Candle. Max von Sydow: The Seventh Seal, Miss Julie, Ingen mans kvinna, Rätten att älska, Wild Strawberries, Prästen i Uddarbo, Kvinnlig spion 503, The Magician, and Brink of Life. Frank Sinatra: From Here to Eternity, The Man with the Golden Arm, Pal Joey, Suddenly, Double Dynamite, Meet Danny Wilson, Young at Heart, Not as a Stranger, Guys and Dolls, The Tender Trap, Meet Me in Las Vegas, High Society, Johnny Concho, Around the World in 80 Days, The Pride and the Passion, The Joker Is Wild, Kings Go Forth, Some Came Running, A Hole in the Head, and Never So Few. Gene Kelly: Singing in the Rain, An American in Paris, Invitation to the Dance, It's Always Fair Weather, Summer Stock, It's a Big Country, Black Hand, Love Is Better Than Ever, The Devil Makes Three, Brigadoon, Seagulls Over Sorrento, Deep in My Heart, The Happy Road, Les Girls, and Marjorie Morningstar. Ernest Borgnine: Marty, China Corsair, Vera Cruz, From Here to Eternity, Bad Day at Black Rock, The Mob, The Whistle at Eaton Falls, Treasure of the Golden Condor, The Stranger Wore a Gun, Johnny Guitar, The Bounty Hunter, Demetrius and the Gladiators, Violent Saturday, Jubal, The Catered Affair, Run for Cover, The Last Command, The Square Jungle, The Best Things in Life Are Free, The Vikings, Summer of the Seventeenth Doll, Torpedo Run, and The Rabbit Trap. James Stewart: Bell, Book and Candle, Vertigo, Winchester '73, The Glenn Miller Story, The Man Who Knew Too Much, The Naked Spur, Rear Window, Harvey, The Greatest Show on Earth, The Man from Laramie, Strategic Air Command, Anatomy of a Murder, The Spirit of St. Louis, Bend of the River, Thunder Bay, Broken Arrow, No Highway in the Sky, The Jackpot, Carbine Williams, Night Passage, The FBI Story, and The Far Country. Ward Bond: The Searchers, Mister Roberts, Johnny Guitar, Hondo, The Quiet Man, Singing Guns, Riding High, Wagon Master, Kiss Tomorrow Goodbye, Operation Pacific, The Great Missouri Raid, The Halliday Brand, Rio Bravo, On Dangerous Ground, Only the Valiant, Hellgate, Bullfighter and the Lady, Thunderbirds, The Moonlighter, Blowing Wild, Gypsy Colt, The Bob Mathias Story, The Long Gray Line, A Man Alone, Dakota Incident, Pillars of the Sky, The Wings of Eagles, China Doll, and Alias Jesse James. John Wayne: The Searchers, Hondo, Rio Grande, The Quiet Man, Rio Bravo, Operation Pacific, The Wings of Eagles, Big Jim McLain, Flying Leathernecks, The Sea Chase, Trouble Along the Way, Island in the Sky, The High and the Mighty, Blood Alley, Jet Pilot, The Conqueror, Legend of the Lost, The Horse Soldiers, and The Barbarian and the Geisha. Paul Newman: The Rack, The Silver Chalice, Somebody Up There Likes Me, The Long, Hot Summer, The Helen Morgan Story, Until They Sail, The Young Philadelphians, Rally Round the Flag, Boys!, The Left Handed Gun, and Cat on a Hot Tin Roof. Marlon Brando: The Men, A Streetcar Named Desire, Viva Zapata!, Julius Caesar, The Wild One, On the Waterfront, Désirée, Guys and Dolls, The Teahouse of the August Moon, Sayonara, and The Young Lions. Orson Welles: Othello, Touch of evil, Mr. Arkadin, Royal Affairs in Versailles, The Long, Hot Summer, The Vikings, High Journey, Ferry to Hong Kong, Compulsion, Masters of the Congo Jungle, South Seas Adventure, The Roots of Heaven, Napoléon, Man in the Shadow, Moby Dick, Three Cases of Murder, Trouble in the Glen, Disorder, The Black Rose, Return to Glennascaul, Little World of Don Camillo, Man, Beast and Virtue, and Trent's Last Case. Montgomery Clift: The Big Lift, A Place in the Sun, I Confess, Indiscretion of an American Wife, From Here to Eternity, Raintree County, Lonelyhearts, The Young Lions, and Suddenly, Last Summer. Tony Curtis: The Prince Who Was a Thief, Flesh and Fury, No Room for the Groom, Houdini, The Black Shield of Falworth, So This Is Paris, Six Bridges to Cross, The Square Jungle, Trapeze, Mister Cory, The Midnight Story, Sweet Smell of Success, The Vikings, Kings Go Forth, The Defiant Ones, Some Like It Hot, and Operation Petticoat. James Dean: East of Eden, Rebel Without a Cause, and Giant. Kirk Douglas: Young Man With a Horn, The Glass Menagerie, Along the Great Divide, Ace in the Hole, Detective Story, The Big Sky, The Bad and the Beautiful, The Story of Three Loves, The Juggler, 20,000 Leagues Under the Sea, Man Without a Star, Lust for Life, Top Secret Affair, Gunfight at the O.K. Corral, Paths of Glory, The Vikings, Last Train from Gun Hill, and The Devil’s Disciple. Alec Guinness: Last Holiday, The Mudlark, The Lavender Hill Mob, The Man in the White Suit, The Promoter, The Captain’s Paradise, Malta Story, The Detective, To Paris with Love, The Prison, The Ladykillers, The Swan, The Bridge on the River Kwai, All at Sea, The Horse’s Mouth, The Scapegoat, and Our Man in Havana. Charlton Heston: Julius Caesar, Dark City, The Greatest Show on Earth, Ruby Gentry, The President’s Lady, Arrowhead, The Naked Jungle, The Private war of Major Benson, Lucy Gallant, The Ten Commandments, Touch of Evil, The Big Country, The Wreck of the Mary Deare, and Ben-Hur. Rock Hudson: The Fat Man, Bend of the River, Scarlet Angel, Has Anyone Seen My Gal?, Magnificent Obsession, All that Heaven Allows, Never Say Goodbye, Giant, Written on the Wind, Something of Value, The Tarnished Angels, The Earth Is Mine, and Pillow Talk. Burt Lancaster: The Flame and the Arrow, Mister 880, Jim Thorpe—All-American, The Crimson Pirate, Come Back Little Sheba, From Here to Eternity, Apache, Vera Cruz, The Rose Tattoo, Trapeze, The Rainmaker, Gunfight at the O.K. Corral, Sweet Smell of Success, Run Silent Run Deep, and The Devil’s Disciple. Elvis Presley: Love Me Tender, Loving You, Jailhouse Rock, and King Creole. William Holden: The Horse Soldiers, Sunset Boulevard, Sabrina, Stalag 17, Picnic, The Bridge on the River Kwai, Union Station, Father Is a Bachelor, Submarine Command, Born Yesterday, Force of Arms, Boots Malone, Executive Suite, Die Jungfrau auf dem Dach, The Moon Is Blue, The Bridges at Toko-Ri, Escape from Fort Bravo, Forever Female, Love Is a Many-Splendored Thing, The Country Girl, The Key, The Proud and Profane, and Toward the Unknown. Cary Grant: An Affair to Remember, North by Northwest, The Pride and the Passion, Houseboat, To Catch a Thief, Indiscreet, Crisis, People Will Talk, Room for One More, Dream Wife, Monkey Business, Kiss Them for Me, and Operation Petticoat. Toshiro Mifune: Samurai Trilogy, Seven Samurai, Rashomon, Throne of Blood, Scandal, The Hidden Fortress, Conduct Report on Professor Ishinaka, Engagement Ring, Elegy, Escape from Prison, Beyond Love and Hate, Pirates, Meeting of the Ghost Après-Guerre, Fog Horn, Conclusion of Kojiro Sasaki:Duel at Ganryu Island, The Life of a Horsetrader, Golden Girl, Who Knows a Woman's Heart, Vendetta for a Samurai, The Life of Oharu, Swift Current, Tokyo Sweetheart, Sword for Hire, The Man Who Came to Port, The Last Embrace, My Wonderful Yellow Car, Sunflower Girl, Eagle of the Pacific, The Black Fury, The Sound of Waves, All is Well part 1 & 2, The Merciless Boss: A Man Among Men, No Time for Tears, I Live in Fear, Rainy Night Duel, The Under World, Settlement of Love, Scoundrel, A Wife's Heart, Rebels on the High Seas, A Man in the Storm, Be Happy, These Two Lovers, A Dangerous Hero, Yagyu Secret Scrolls 1 & 2, Downtown, The Lower Depths, Holiday in Tokyo, Rickshaw Man, All About Marriage, Theater of Life, Yaji and Kita on the Road, The Three Treasures, Life of an Expert Swordsman, Boss of the Underworld, Desperado Outpost, and The Saga of the Vagabonds. Henry Fonda: Mister Roberts, The Wrong Man, Pictura: An Adventure in Art, 12 Angry Men, Stage Struck, The Man Who Understood Women, Warlock, The Tin Star, and War and Peace Dean Martin: Some Came Running, Rio Bravo, Career, Ten Thousand Bedrooms, The Young Lions, Little New Orleans Girl, Pardners, Hollywood or Bust, Artists and Models, Living It Up, You're Never Too Young, 3 Ring Circus, The Caddy, Road to Bali, Money from Home, Scared Stiff, The Stooge, That's My Boy, Sailor Beware, Jumping Jacks, My Friend Irma Goes West, and At War with the Army. Anthony Perkins: The Tin Star, Friendly Persuasion, Fear Strikes Out, The Matchmaker, On the Beach, Desire Under the Elms, Green Mansions, The Actress, The Lonely Man, and This Angry Age. Gregory Peck: Only the Valiant, Roman Holiday, Moby Dick, Captain Horatio Hornblower, Pork Chop Hill, Beloved Infidel, David and Bathsheba, The Gunfighter, Pictura: An Adventure in Art, The World in His Arms, The Snows of Kilimanjaro, Designing Woman, On the Beach, The Hidden World, The Bravados, The Big Country, Night People, Boum sur Paris, The Million Pound Note, The Man in the Gray Flannel Suit, and The Purple Plain. Clark Gable: Mogambo, Run Silent, Run Deep, Teacher's Pet, Betrayed, Never Let Me Go, The Tall Men, Key to the City, Across the Wide Missouri, To Please a Lady, Lone Star, But Not for Me, Soldier of Fortune, The King and Four Queens, and Band of Angels. Gary Cooper: It's a Big Country, Blowing Wild, High Noon, The Wreck of the Mary Deare, They Came to Cordura, Ten North Frederick, Love in the Afternoon, Man of the West, The Hanging Tree, Friendly Persuasion, Vera Cruz, The Court-Martial of Billy Mitchell, Garden of Evil, Springfield Rifle, Return to Paradise, Starlift, You're in the Navy Now, Distant Drums, and It's a Big Country. Robert Mitchum: Not as a Stranger, His Kind of Woman, River of No Return, Fire Down Below, The Night of the Hunter, Macao, The Racket, Where Danger Lives, The Lusty Men, River of No Return, Angel Face, White Witch Doctor, My Forbidden Past, Second Chance, One Minute to Zero, She Couldn't Say No, Bandido, Track of the Cat, The Wonderful Country, The Hunters, Heaven Knows, Mr. Allison, The Enemy Below, Thunder Road, and The Angry Hills. Humphrey Bogart: The African Queen, The Caine Mutiny, Road to Bali, Deadline – U.S.A., Sabrina, The Barefoot Contessa, In a Lonely Place, The Left Hand of God, Sirocco, Chain Lightning, The Enforcer, Battle Circus, We're No Angels, The Love Lottery, Beat the Devil, The Desperate Hours, and The Harder They Fall. Sidney Poitier: Band of Angels, The Defiant Ones, Porgy and Bess, Edge of the City, Virgin Island, The Mark of the Hawk, Something of Value, No Way Out, Cry, the Beloved Country, Go Man Go, Red Ball Express, Good-bye, My Lady, and Blackboard Jungle. Takashi Shimura: Seven Samurai, Ikiru, Rashomon, Scandal, Elegy, The Idiot, Ikari no machi, Boryōku no Machi, Ore wa yojinbo, Ma no Ogen, Shunsetsu, Tenya wanya, Ginza Sanshiro, Yoru no hibotan, Ginza Sanshiro, Ai to nikushimi no kanata e, Kedamono no yado, Mesu Inu, Aoi shinju, Nusumareta koi, Hopu-san: sarariiman no maki, Muteki, The Life of a Horsetrader, Vendetta for a Samurai, Nangoku no hada, The Life of Oharu, Bijo to touzoku, Sengoku burai, Oka wa hanazakari, Minato e kita otoko, Hoyo, Fuun senryobune, Tobō chitai, Yoru no owari, Godzilla, Taiheiyō no washi, Jirochō sangokushi: kaitō-ichi no abarenbō, Asakusa no yoru, Kimi shinitamo koto nakare, Haha no hatsukoi, Shin kurama tengu daiichi wa: Tengu shutsugen, Shin kurama tengu daini wa: Azuma-dera no ketto, Bazoku geisha, Mekura neko, Mugibue, Godzilla Raids Again, No Time for Tears, Sanjusan go sha otonashi, Shin kurama tengu daisanbu, Muttsuri Umon torimonocho, Sugata naki mokugekisha, Asagiri, Geisha Konatsu: Hitori neru yo no Konatsu, I Live in Fear, Samurai III: Duel at Ganryu Island, Shin, Heike monogatari: Yoshinaka o meguru sannin no onna, Wakai ki, Kyatsu o nigasuna, The Underworld, Godzilla, King of the Monsters!, Arakure, Narazu-mono, Tōkyō hanzai chizu, Bōkyaku no hanabira, Throne of Blood, Sanjūrokunin no jōkyaku, Kono futari ni sachi are, Yama to kawa no aru machi, Bōkyaku no hanabira: Kanketsuhen, Kiken na eiyu, Yuunagi, Dotanba, Aoi sanmyaku Shinko no maki, The Mysterians, Ohtori-jo no hanayome, Edokko matsuri, haha, Forty-seven rōnin, Seven from Edo, Ten to Sen, Uguisu-jō no hanayome, Jinsei gekijō, The Hidden Fortress, Nichiren to Mōko Daishūrai, Ken wa shitte ita, Sora kakeru hanayome, Tetsuwan tōshu Inao monogatari, Kotan no kuchibue, Taiyō ni somuku mono, Sengoku gunto-den, Kagero ezu, The Three Treasures, Beran me-e geisha, Shobushi to sono musume, and Kēdamonō no torū michi. James Mason: 20,000 Leagues Under the Sea, A Star Is Born, The Desert Fox: The Story of Rommel, North by Northwest, Journey to the Center of the Earth, Bigger Than Life, Julius Caesar, A Touch of Larceny, The Decks Ran Red, Island in the Sun, Cry Terror!, Charade, Forever, Darling, The Desert Rats, Prince Valiant, The Man Between, The Tell-Tale Heart, Botany Bay, The Story of Three Loves, Face to Face, The Prisoner of Zenda, 5 Fingers, Lady Possessed, One Way Street, and Pandora and the Flying Dutchman. Sterling Hayden: The Last Command, The Asphalt Jungle, The Killing, Johnny Guitar, Hellgate, The Star, Journey into Light, The Golden Hawk, Denver and Rio Grande, Flaming Feather, So Big, Flat Top, Crime Wave, Fighter Attack, Kansas Pacific, Take Me to Town, Suddenly, Naked Alibi, The Come On, Top Gun, Battle Taxi, Shotgun, Timberjack, The Eternal Sea, Arrow in the Dust, Ten Days to Tulara, 5 Steps to Danger, Crime of Passion, Valerie, Gun Battle at Monterey, Zero Hour!, Terror in a Texas Town, and The Iron Sheriff. Harry Belafonte: Calypso, Carmen Jones, Island in the Sun, Odds Against Tomorrow, The World, the Flesh and the Devil, and Bright Road. Laurence Olivier: Richard III, Carrie, Father's Little Dividend, The Magic Box, The Beggar's Opera, The Prince and the Showgirl, and The Devil's Disciple. Jose Ferrer: Cyrano de Bergerac, Crisis, Anything Can Happen, Producers' Showcase: "Cyrano de Bergerac", Moulin Rouge, Miss Sadie Thompson, The Caine Mutiny, Deep in My Heart, I Accuse!, The High Cost of Loving, The Great Man, The Shrike, and The Cockleshell Heroes. James Cagney: Mister Roberts, Run for Cover, Kiss Tomorrow Goodbye, The West Point Story, Come Fill the Cup, A Lion Is in the Streets, What Price Glory, Love Me or Leave Me, The Seven Little Foys, Tribute to a Bad Man, Man of a Thousand Faces, These Wilder Years, Never Steal Anything Small, and Shake Hands with the Devil. Farley Granger: Strangers on a Train, Our Very Own, Side Street, Behave Yourself!, Edge of Doom, O. Henry's Full House, I Want You, The Story of Three Loves, Hans Christian Andersen, Senso, Small Town Girl, The Girl in the Red Velvet Swing, and The Naked Street. Bing Crosby: High Society, Alias Jesse James, Say One for Me, Anything Goes, The Joker Is Wild, Man on Fire, White Christmas, The Country Girl, Road to Bali, Scared Stiff, The Greatest Show on Earth, Little Boy Lost, Just for You, Son of Paleface, Angels in the Outfield, Riding High, Here Comes the Groom, and Mr. Music. Chishū Ryū: Tokyo Story, The Munekata Sisters, Home Sweet Home, Early Summer, Carmen Comes Home, The Flavor of Green Tea over Rice, Arashi, Twenty-Four Eyes, Early Spring, Tokyo Twilight, Rickshaw Man, Floating Weeds, and Good Morning. Ray Milland: Three Brave Men, A Man Alone, The Girl in the Red Velvet Swing, A Woman of Distinction, A Life of Her Own, Copper Canyon, Dial M for Murder, Lisbon, The Safecracker, The River's Edge, High Flight, Something to Live For, Jamaica Run, The Thief, Close to My Heart, Rhubarb, Bugles in the Afternoon, and Night into Morning. Alan Ladd: The Badlanders, The Big Land, Branded, Captain Carey, U.S.A, Shane, Botany Bay, Boy on a Dolphin, A Cry in the Night, The Man in the Net, Island of Lost Women, The Deep Six, The Proud Rebel, Saskatchewan, Drum Beat, The McConnell Story, Desert Legion, The Red Beret, The Black Knight, Santiago, Hell on Frisco Bay, Red Mountain, Hell Below Zero, A Sporting Oasis, The Iron Mistress, Thunder in the East, and Appointment with Danger. Ben Johnson: Wagon Master, Shane, Rio Grande, Fort Bowie, War Drums, Slim Carter, Wild Stallion, Oklahoma!, and Rebel in Town. Walter Brennan: Rio Bravo, A Ticket to Tomahawk, Singing Guns, Bad Day at Black Rock, The Far Country, Good-bye, My Lady, The Way to the Gold, Tammy and the Bachelor, God Is My Partner, Glory, At Gunpoint, Sea of Lost Ships, Come Next Spring, The Proud Ones, Surrender, Curtain Call at Cactus Creek, The Showdown, Return of the Texan, Best of the Badmen, The Wild Blue Yonder, Lure of the Wilderness, Along the Great Divide, Four Guns to the Border, and Drums Across the River. Ralph Meeker: Kiss Me Deadly, Paths of Glory, Jeopardy, A Woman's Devotion, Glory Alley, Somebody Loves Me, Teresa, 4 Num Jeep, The Naked Spur, Big House, U.S.A., Run of the Arrow, The Fuzzy Pink Nightgown, Code Two, and Desert Sands. 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Aldo Ray: The Marrying Kind, Pat and Mike, Let's Do It Again, Battle Cry, God's Little Acre, Nightfall, The Naked and the Dead, Men in War, The Siege of Pinchgut, Three Stripes in the Sun, The Barefoot Mailman, My True Story, and Never Trust a Gambler.
2020.09.27 14:08 digitaldivanzBpd we need to talk....
I am a mother of 2 I do not want to be suffering from bpd. I need a positive support network around me people I can trust and talk too. I do not trust my current partner our relo has been toxic. My parents absolutely not I love ehre and have to walk on eggshells aroubd my father as he is sensitive also he caused my bpd. My mother I don't like her she kept having children chose to be with a mongrel mob gangster ( my father ) Parents do not offer good support. It is extremely difficult to open up to people I have quiet bpd everyday is a war I wake up over whelmed and scared. Who will be good people to have in my corner that will help me? I am 22 I get $800 a week pay $130 board $100 for shopping bank $500 for savings. Leftover for extra needs My daughter is 5 has global development delay My son is 1 and a half he is at the expected level for his age and shows no signs of any disability. I have a partner who gets $1500 a week. He is good now and is trying his best. His family is muslim and I find it hard to build a realationship with them also like everyone in life. My communication skills are not great I always have a zilllion things going through my head. I get anxious trying to communicate always get triggered amd shut down. never could talk to my parents as they would always be swearing and chucking things over something like crumbs being in the butter.
2020.09.26 06:22 RedditSucktHartGestern hat meine Freundin Schluss gemacht
Ich kann es immer noch nicht ganz fassen. Eine Trennung in 3 Akten Akt I: Die Vorgeschichte Also ich hatte schon länger (6-12 Monate) dieses Gefühl, dass irgendetwas nicht ganz stimmt. Mehr so unterbewusst, so richtig klar war mir das nicht. Am Montag noch hatten wir ein Gespräch in dem Sie mir sagte, dass die Anziehung zwischen uns irgendwie nicht mehr so da ist wie früher. Mir ist das, also von ihrer Seite auch schon länger etwas aufgefallen. Irgendwie hat sie keine Energie mehr in die Beziehung gesteckt. Unsere Chats und Gespräche sind abgeflacht, das "ich liebe dich" vor dem Schlafengehen habe ich schon viele Monate fast nie erwidert bekommen und wenn ich vorgeschlagen habe etwas zu unternehmen hatte ich, wenn sie Mal ja gesagt hatte nicht das Gefühl, dass sie das wirklich so meinte. Wenn ich früher zu ihr gekommen bin haben wir uns sofort zusammen getan und über unsere Erlebnisse und Pläne gequatscht, aber irgendwann, schleichend, hat sie lieber unten am Handy gesessen und Instagram geschaut oder was anderes gemacht. Seit dem Gespräch am Montag habe ich dann angefangen jeden Tag Sport zu machen und mich bei nem Fitnessstudio anzumelden, ich wahr noch aufmerksamer und habe versucht mehr mit ihr zu reden ohne aber zu nerven, ich habe Pläne mit Freunden gemacht, mich auch mehr um mein eigenes Leben gekümmert und so quasi versucht der Beziehung wieder einen Aufwärtsschwung zu geben. Wir hatten noch einen guten Montag und einen tollen Dienstag miteinander, dann bin ich bis gestern, also Freitag, zu einem guten Kumpel gefahren. Gestern waren wir am Nachmittag mit Freunden im Schwimmbad verabredet, aber dieses Gefühl der Kälte von ihr, hat diese ganzen Sachen, die ich vorher nur unbewusst wahrgenommen habe wieder hochgespült. Von der positiven Entwicklung am Wochenanfang habe ich nichts mehr gemerkt. Im Gegenteil, die Gefühlsebene war sogar noch kälter als jemals zuvor. Akt II: Die Trennung Als wir uns ins Auto gesetzt haben hab ich es dann nicht mehr ausgehalten und ein Gespräch über unsere Beziehung angefangen. Schaut, ich bin so ziemlich das Gegenteil von einem Kommunikationsgenie, meine sozialen Kompetenzen sind mager, mit Gefühlen kann ich echt schlecht umgehen. Trotz alledem war soweit ich mich zurückerinnern kann immer ich derjenige, welcher gefragt hat wie es bei ihr so läuft, wie es ihr geht, was sie so denkt und was in ihr vorgeht. Ich hatte schon die ganze Zeit das Gefühl jedes bisschen Information bzw. Einsicht aus ihrer Nase ziehen zu müssen. Und obwohl wir bereits darüber geredet haben wann ich wieder zu ihr komme und sie sogar vorgeschlagen hat, dass ich etwas länger bei ihr bleibe stellte sich heraus, dass sie eigentlich etwas länger alleine sein wollte. Okay, etwas verletzend, aber ich kann es sehr gut nachvollziehen einige Tage Mal Zeit für sich haben zu wollen. Sie hat mir das nicht gesagt um mich nicht "zu verletzen". Und wieder einmal musste ich wiederholen, dass es mich mehr verletzt, dass sie nicht mit mir kommuniziert, als dass sie ihre berechtigten Bedürfnisse hat. Also habe ich weiter versucht dem Gefühl der Kälte auf den Grund zu gehen und wollte wissen was ihr denn an mir bzw. unserer Beziehung fehlt. Natürlich bekam ich den Klassiker "Weiß ich nicht so genau" zurückgeworfen. Aber dieses eine Mal gab ich mich nicht damit zufrieden und probierte es einfach andersrum, fragte was sie sich denn wünscht. Dann hat sie angefangen echt stark nachzudenken. Ihre Antwort: Ihr fehlt so ein Freund, der Flammen unterm Hintern hat, der Temperamentvoll ist. Ich sei das früher etwas mehr gewesen. Außerdem hat sie das Gefühl, dass ihr Leben an ihr vorbei zieht während sie in einer Beziehung mit mir ist. Und das war der Startschuss zum Ende. Ich habe gefragt, was sie von unserer Beziehung hält und nach einigem hin und her und dem berüchtigten "Weiß ich nicht so genau" viel es mir wie Schuppen von den Augen. Ich sagte ihr meine Vermutung: Dass sie sich von mir wegentwickelt hat und momentan eigentlich keine Beziehung will. Dass sie frei sein will was auch immer sie möchte zu tun und das was ich bin, wer ich bin, durch ihre Entwicklung im Gegensatz zu früher einfach nicht mehr anziehend findet. Dass sie schon lange keine Arbeit und keine Energie mehr in diese Beziehung steckt weil sie diese Beziehung nicht mehr will. Und dann kamen ihre Tränen. Wir haben beschlossen per WhatsApp unseren Freunden abzusagen und wieder umzudrehen und zu ihr zu fahren. Auf dem Weg hat sie bereits angefangen zu weinen und ich wahr auch kurz davor, nur abgehalten durch den Willen die StVO einzuhalten und trotz starker Emotionen sicher anzukommen. Wir haben immer wieder unsere Hand gehalten und ich begann den Prozess zu realisieren was hier gerade passiert. Sie sagte mir, dass sie das schon länger fühlt, dass das schleichend passiert ist. Dass sie noch nicht bewusst darüber nachgedacht hat, weil sie diese Gefühle (oder ihre Abwesenheit) sich selber nicht eingestehen wollte. Wir saßen bestimmt noch eine 3/4 Stunde im Auto und redeten. Ich fing an zu weinen. Diesmal war ich mir doch sicher gewesen. Sie war die Eine. Fast 4 Jahre waren wir zusammen. Wir sind durch dick und dünn gegangen, fast all meine guten Erinnerungen an meine Zeit damals hängen mit ihr zusammen. Wir sind gereist, haben gemeinsame Freunde, gemeinsame Lebenspläne, eine gemeinsame Familie. Egal was los ist, wir haben uns alle Geheimnisse die wir erfahren haben aber eigentlich nicht erzählen durften erzählt, konnten Erlebnisse miteinander teilen und man ist nicht alleine durch den täglichen Kampf dieses gottverdammten Lebens gegangen. Sie war nicht nur meine Freundin, sie war auch mein bester Freund und immer vertrauenswürdiger Partner. Zum Abschied wünschte sie mir, dass ich jemanden finde mit dem ich zusammen passe und den ich verdiene. (Als ob ich mich nicht schon unsere gesamte Beziehung gefragt habe wie ich so jemand tollen wie sie verdient habe) Und dass es ihr so unendlich leid tut, dass ich so eine tolle Person bin und sie mich nicht verdient hat, sie mich nie verletzen wollte. (Bitch, dann hättest du vielleicht auf eine der Millionen von Fragen von mir was in dir vorgeht vor vielen Monaten schon ehrlich antworten sollen, dann hätten wir an unserer Beziehung arbeiten können und wir würden heute nicht stehen wo wir stehen) Und dass sie mir von Herzen alles gute in der Welt wünscht für meinen weiteren Weg. (Danke, ich weiß gar nicht was mehr weh tut -dieser Satz-, oder, dass sie mich nie verletzen wollte.) Ich hab also meine Sachen aus dem Haus mitgenommen, ihrem etwas verdutzten Bruder Lebewohl gesagt, der gar nicht geschnallt hat was gerade draußen passiert ist, meine letzten Aufgaben in der Stadt erledigt, die ich schon seit Wochen vor mir her schiebe und mich auf den Heimweg aus meiner Heimatstadt in meine Studienstadt gemacht. Akt III: Das Nachbeben Ich erinnere mich nur zu ungern an meine letzte Trennung. Damals war ich noch 15, besaß die geistige Reife eines 11 Jährigen, aber eine soziale "Stabilität", die man nicht Mal Menschen 30+ zumuten könnte, sprich, Scheidung, gestörte Familie, Anwaltskrieg, Mobbing, Konsum von Brokkoli und anderen Substanzen, sowie nem riesigen Rucksack an weiteren Problemen die mir erst im Laufe der Jahre klar geworden sind und erst später bearbeitet wurden. In diesem Umfeld damals habe ich eine wundervolle Person kennengelernt. Ich habe in meinem ganzen Leben zuvor und danach nie wieder sooooo heftige Gefühle bzw. Schwankungen zwischen Ups und Downs gehabt. Ohne sie hätte ich diese bis dato schlimmste Zeit in meinem Leben sicherlich nicht in einem Stück durchgestanden. Umso blöder, dass ich mich im Verlaufe der Beziehung immer stärker wie der letzte Vollarsch aufgeführt habe, Streitsüchtig, Narzisstisch, Böse. Jetzt im Nachhinein kann ich nur sagen, Gott sei Dank hat sie Schluss gemacht. Das hat mir auf einen Schlag mein sämtliches Verhalten während unserer Zeit wie einen Spiegel vorgehalten. Jeden Tag, jede Stunde, jede Minute wurde ich daran erinnert was ich ihr (psychisch) angetan habe und was ich nicht sein will, nie wieder sein will. Und ich habe viel daraus gelernt, auch obwohl mir der Fakt, dass ich noch 2 Jahre gebraucht hatte bis ich sie nicht mehr liebte und noch bis dieses Jahr (also 5 Jahre) gebraucht habe bis die Gefühle bis auf ein entferntes Bekanntheitsgefühl abgeebbt sind echt Angst macht. Ich meine wieso braucht mein blödes Hirn so lange um die Gefühle zu verarbeiten. Tjaaaaa und jetzt haut diese Trennung rein. Diesmal war ich Lösungsorientiert, Einfühlend, Rücksichtsvoll, Interessiert und Liebevoll. Bisher war ich der Arsch, der durch seine Worte und durch seine Taten die Beziehungen zerstört hat, also durch was ich mache. Aber nun ist die Beziehung zu Ende durch was ich bin. Ich habe keinen Spiegel, der mir zeigt was ich falsch gemacht habe. Ich fühle mich vollkommen alleine und hilflos. Natürlich habe ich direkt meinen engsten Freunden geschrieben, dass sie Schluss gemacht hat. Natürlich sind direkt 3 Leute fast her gefahren, aber ich brauche erst Mal einen Tag um das zu verarbeiten. Oh Gott ich Hoffe inständig, dass ich das momentan nicht schon wieder verdränge und mir die Realität bald übel ins Gesicht klatscht. Wenn das wieder so abläuft wie bei meiner letzten Trennung und ich jetzt erstmal Monate-Jahre jeden Tag an sie denken muss bin ich vollkommen am Arsch. Und zu guter Letzt: Was zum Teufel sag ich jetzt meinen Freunden wieso sie Schluss gemacht hat? Ich verstehe es nicht einmal selber ganz. Seit der geregelte Tagesablauf vom Gymnasium weggefallen ist bekomme ich immer weniger auf die Reihe. Nach einem Jahr der Irrfahrt an ner Uni bin ich zu ner Hochschule gewechselt und habe vom Psychotherapeuten endlich ne Diagnose bekommen die viel in meinem Leben erklärt. Kommt zwar so 15 Jahre zu spät, aber besser spät als nie. Ab November hab ich dann auch endlich mein Leben auf die Reihe bekommen und umgekrempelt. Endlich ging es wieder bergauf. Ein gutes erstes Semester. Ich hatte Freunde, mit meiner Ex-Freundin führte ich tolle Gespräche und die Prüfungen habe ich alle bestanden. Dann kam Corona und es änderte alles. Ich hasse 2020, diese selbsterfüllende Prophezeiung von Scheißjahr ist wenn es so weitergeht das neue schlimmste Jahr meines Lebens.
FirstPrevious Next / / / Steve remained still, his body flat on the floor. Cutting his eyes upward showed him the owner of the gruff voice, Merin. She had played a part in some of their previous dustups but was no longer paying attention to him. Unfortunately, that was because her focus had turned back to the screaming, flailing mass on the floor that was Kyle. Huddled as they were, he couldn’t get a clear look at the three men surrounding and kicking at his friend. Risking a quick look around the bar, Steve noticed there weren’t any other patrons still there, although those present were making plenty of noise to make up for the lack of bodies. Between the sounds of shuffling and stomping feet, Steve heard men incoherently yelling. Another man screamed, followed by the sound of a sharp impact, and the scream cut out to a rough exhalation. He recognized that last scream as Kyle’s. Damn, they’re doin’ a number on him. Need to help before they kill him. Another female voice, muffled this time, shouted, “Stop it! I’ve called security and they’re on the way!” Steve shifted his gaze over to see that a transparent panel had dropped onto the top of the bar itself and was protecting the bartender, a female talivian he remembered as Venya, from the fracas. “Ha!” one of the men huffed between kicks. “Takes ‘em foreva to get ova ‘ere.” He paused for another kick. “Plenny a time.” Experience told Steve that the man was right. That voice was another familiar one, labored as it was. He looked at the men around Kyle and saw that it belonged to... ...the hell was his name? Bill...sounded like Dimwit? Dipshit? Shit, not important right now. How do I save Kyle? He glanced at his surroundings, spotting something useful just within reach. One of the thick metal legs from a barstool had been snapped off at the weld, providing him with an equalizer. Another look at the thugs let him know they were still trying to make solid contact on Kyle, who was doing his best to keep them too off-balance to really hammer him. Steve tucked his arms against his sides before darting his hand out and snatched the rod, pulling it in close to his body so he could move quickly. Another glance to make sure nobody saw his move...and his scan locked his eyes with Venya’s. He snapped a finger up to his lips, hoping she’d keep quiet. Thank god, he thought when she gave him a very slight nod and turned away from him. She tilted her head just a bit, showing him that her head was turned just enough to keep him on the edge of her vision. Maybe she can help, somehow. Steve took a second to think about how nice it would be if she had a stun rod back there — or even better, a scattergun — before deciding it’d be best to rely on himself until other options showed up. He shifted his body to the left enough to draw his legs in, then spared one last glance to check where Merin and the men who’d ambushed them were. Merin had her focus locked onto the three assholes around Kyle. The men were still absorbed in their efforts to kick and stomp him. He saw that Kyle’s face was bloodied, but he looked to be doing his best to keep them away. They were scoring the occasional hit, making him roll and cry out as they landed, but Steve realized what his buddy was doing. Oh, smart man. Just gotta time this right… He turned his attention back to Merin. She was the closest target, but Steve knew that the plates on the neck and back of any adult krax were strong enough to let them shrug off any hit that he could manage quickly. Well, their knees only bend one way. Deciding what to do, Steve placed his hands wide enough to support a quick move, keeping the metal leg under his right hand, then noticed the bartender’s eyes widen. Mouthing, “Help me,” he was encouraged by her tiny nod before she walked down the length of the bar away from him. He muttered a quick prayer —God, please let that have been a nod— and moved. Just as he began his lunge up, Venya heaved a breath, jabbed a finger at a spot behind the small mob, and shrieked. “LOOK OUT!” Her cry was sharp enough to make everyone caught off-guard flinch. Steve took advantage of the distraction. He surged off of the floor, grabbing the metal bar and using his arms to leverage himself up. The motion let him plant his left foot and shift his weight onto his right knee as he twisted to his right. He used that momentum to lift the bar back behind his body. With a roar, he braced his weight on his right foot and swung for the side of Merin’s knee. It bent inward with a satisfying crunch, sending Merin to the floor screeching in pain. Steve drew the weapon back, using the movement to stand upright. While the speed of his movements helped him get onto his feet, it also had the side effect of making his head swim enough to make him pause and give everyone else a chance to react. Shit. There was a wet, crunching sound, followed by a short scream that was cut off by a sharp crack. Steve noticed one of the men crumpling to the floor, his jaw misshapened, and looked for Kyle. He was laying on his back, arms held off the ground and his legs extended straight at the fallen man. His pause had also given his friend a chance to lash out and he’d cut their odds in half. Bill turned to see why the other man screamed. Seeing his partner down, he swung his leg in a clumsy kick at Kyle’s ribs. The lanky man absorbed the kick with a grunt but managed to trap Bill’s leg against his own torso. Kyle twisted, forcing Bill off-balance while he drove a punch into the man’s groin. Bill let out a squeaking gasp as he collapsed onto Kyle’s legs. Kyle’s third attacker turned and ran toward the bar’s entrance, yelling something incoherent on the way out. “Get off me, fucker!” Kyle yelled at Bill, thrashing around in his effort to get out from under the dead weight. Steve’s head cleared enough for him to move to help Kyle, but he felt something grip his own leg. He turned and looked down, seeing that Merin had clamped her hand around his calf. Half in a panic, Steve whipped the rod down at her without thinking. It struck her arm, breaking it so that the skin bulged around the snapped bone. She wailed and clutched at it, tucking it against her chest protectively. He took the opportunity to swing his own foot up into her chin. The wail cut off as her head snapped back and she fell to the floor unconscious. Steve heard Kyle scream and he started to turn around, only to feel something slam into his ribs. His body locked into place as his muscles seized and his vision went black. / / / Von woke up to a repeated buzzing noise coming from the bunk-side table. Shaking off sleep, he looked to see one of their comms was lit up and vibrating on the table. Once he realized that the device making the racket wasn’t his, he nudged the sleeping form beside him. “Karen, your comm.” When she mumbled but didn’t move, he leaned over to grab it and see who was calling. The name of the caller drove the remaining drowsiness away, and he shoved Karen as he spoke sharply. “Karen, wake up!” She rolled toward him, eyes opened but still bleary with sleep. “Huh?” “Security is calling!” he exclaimed and held the comm for her to see before answering the call himself. “Hello?” The mention of security jolted Karen awake, causing her mind to race through possibilities. Before her imagination could settle on any single scenario, she heard Von tell the caller that Captain Murphy was available before handing her the comm. “This is Captain Murphy.” She didn’t recognize the voice on the other end of the call. “Sorry to wake you, but we had an incident involving Kyle Jenkins and Steve Rodgers. They’re part of your crew, right?” “They were when they left the ship this evening. Why, what happened?” “We were called about a bar fight over at —” “Of course it’s a bar fight,” Karen broke in. “I’m sorry, didn’t mean to interrupt. Please, continue.” “Well, we showed up when the fight was over and ended up taking your men into custody.” “Damnit, Kyle! It was Kyle, wasn’t it?” she asked. “Ma’am, it might be best if you just came down so we could talk in person. Would simplify things,” the officer on the line said. “Yeah, I’ll come down. Where was it, again?” The officer gave her the location and ended the call once she confirmed she was on her way. Karen looked to Von, who could see her face was still reddened from the call. “Bad?” “Don’t know yet, but at least they don’t have to worry about being shoved out an airlock when I fire them.” Von winced. “Wow. Any chance it’s not their fault?” Karen shrugged a response as she got out of bed and walked to her closet. “Not sure I care right now. It’s just...AAAHH!” she screamed in frustration, catching Von by surprise. “Sorry. It just took so long to find anyone for the crew, and now here we are, getting ready to leave today and this happens. Just needed to let it out.” “It’s okay, I get it. Anything I can help with?” he asked. She kept quiet while she put her clothes back on and pulled a flight suit over them. A chuckle escaped her when a thought from the night before disrupted her anger. Really need to get myself some other clothes. Who spends all of their time in this? Von gave her an odd look when she laughed. She shook her head at him, explaining, “Just thinking about clothes and last night. If you want to help, see if you can reach Rilum and get more info about what happened.” “It’s late,” he said, glancing at the time on his comm. “Or early, I guess. Really want me to wake him up for this?” Karen took a moment to think about it before shaking her head. “No… if they’re in trouble, there’s not much he can do. If it’s something else, I’m not sure what could be done.” “Good call,” he told her. “I’m probably not getting back to sleep, so I’m going to get ready and head on in to make sure Maintenance got everything working. Let me know how it turns out, ok?” “Will do,” she confirmed, walking out and leaving Von alone in her cabin. On her way down the steps to the cargo bay, Karen started talking aloud. “Harvey, I need a link and directions. Did you listen in on the call?” “Just the parts I could hear from the hall.” “Really?” she asked skeptically. “Really. Cross my core and everything. Didn’t want to risk seeing you… you know,” he said. Karen swore she heard a shudder in Harvey’s answer. “So you didn’t hear where we’re going?” “You yelled about a bar fight, so I’d guess a bar,” he responded. Harvey noted her sigh. “I haven’t even left the ship, what did I do wrong?” “Nothing,” she assured the AI. “I just need directions to where they are. You mind linking up and helping me find it?” “Sure. Who doesn’t like a bit of walkabout?” “That’s my pal,” Karen said, grinning, and gave him link access to her slate. Once he found their destination, he chose the fastest way to get there and let her know. “Want me to put the route into your view?” “How do you mean?” she asked, confused by the question. Harvey switched to their private channel and she felt him speaking in her head. By using your implant to have the route show up in your vision, that’s how. Karen was shocked. “You can do that?” His response was bright and cheery. I can, with your permission. You’ve done this before, right? A flood of emotions washed over her at his simple question. She nodded, unsure she could trust her voice not to break under the strain of the memories that were dredged up. Thoughts of her old VI floated to the surface. Chonk had displayed info and data that way any number of times while they were still paired, but the last time had been when she ordered him to show her what had happened to Rob... Karen stopped at the cargo bay door and stood still for a moment before replying. “Yeah, just been a while,” she rasped once she steadied her emotions. She took a deep breath, exhaled, and left the ship. What’s wrong? I figured that’s the best way to show you… oh, Harvey paused, realizing the issue. Umm, we don’t have to do it like that. She passed through the security bay and exited the building. There was a faint glow as morning approached. “No, it’s fine and that’s in the past, isn’t it? The thought of doing that just brought back unexpected memories, is all. Go ahead, Harvey.” Harvey showed her the way and she began running in the predawn light. / / / Want to know what happens next? Here's a peek. “Well, that’s good, at least. Damn it, what were they thinking, getting into a fight the night before we head out?” she asked. I’ve met them, I doubt there was much thinking going on, Harvey told her in a wry tone. “Hey, I thought you liked them now. You know, since they helped you prank me?” They went along with it, that’s just more proof I’m right, he replied. Karen barked a quick laugh, practically able to see Harvey shrugging his shoulders as he said it. The virtual trail she was following ended at a building with a number of security vehicles in front of it, along with a couple of parked medical vehicles and another one pulling away. As she approached, two men came out of the bar with a gurney between them. There was a shape on it, but she couldn’t tell who or what it was on it. Her heart started hammering in her chest and she sprinted toward them, calling out, “Steve?! Kyle?!” Next Thanks to Empyrion: Galactice Survival and YouTube, I was able to create models and make video tours for both Karen’s Reaper from Telum Est, as well as the Bel Air. I’m afraid the audio quality isn’t great (and I’ll try to get a real microphone if I do any more of these), but I do hope you take a few minutes to “walk around” and check them out. I’m still in the process of fleshing out parts of the Storyverse over on my server, but everyone is welcome to join us in the discussion. Plenty of tidbits get added to canon from post comments, too, like Nova Industries, builder of the Hermes light freighter (one of which eventually became the Bel Air), being based out of West Philadelphia (thanks to u/743389). There are also exclusive articles about portions of the Storyverse over on coldfireknight. I hope you’ll join me there. As always, comments, questions, and chat here are welcome.
2020.09.25 00:11 DungeonsandDaddiesUrban Fantasy (A4A) Queer Leaning
I am 18+ all partners and characters should be 18+ as well. New York, undeniably the greatest city in the world. It's also a city full of magic. The greatest concentration of hopes dreams and love on the east coast. It breaks apart the barriers between the mundane world and the real one. If you look hard enough, you'll start to notice the truth. Maybe that cop on horseback is actually a centaur. Maybe that run down building you've never paid much attention to is actually the premier academy for wizards on the east coast. Maybe the pawnshop sells enchanted hammers and flying carpets. There's an entire city of magic to explore just on the cusp of your vision. All you have to do is find it. So I'm looking to do a Slice of Life Role-play. I'm hoping to sprinkle in some action and romance in too. Maybe even some drama. I want a partner eager to help me flesh out the setting. There's so much potential for story and drama. Maybe you wanna play a Warlock attending college. Or maybe you see yourself as a member of the Dwarven Mob. Half-Elven rookie cop? Stressed out school teacher for magical kids? The sky's the limit. I'm also looking for a partner who doesn't mind romance and tender moments. While I don't necessarily want it as the focus, smut is for sure gonna be part of this. I'm a switch top/dom leaning though. I'd like a switch partner as well. I can go into more excruciatingly lewd detail in pm. I am primarily interested in exploring queer relationships but I'm totally open to hetero stuff too. When you message me toss a character concept my way and please just be patient with me as I kinda reply a tad slowly If this sounds fun let me know.
2020.09.24 21:56 CuckMeWithFactsCan anyone verify or reject this?
Edit: Ive been perma banned. Everybody works for somebody; we all know who Donald works for now. There is no benefit for him in this behavior because it doesn’t help his base or his donors, so he must owe Putin big time for something else. He’s been funded by Russian money since 1984: Trump was over a billion in debt and the Russians bailed him out. ► Trump was first compromised by the Russians in the 80s. In 1984, the Russian Mafia began to use Trump real estate to launder money. In 1987, the Soviet ambassador to the United Nations, Yuri Dubinin, arranged for Trump and his then-wife, Ivana, to enjoy an all-expense-paid trip to Moscow to consider possible business prospects. Only seven weeks after his trip, Trump ran full-page ads in the Boston Globe, the NYT and WaPO calling for, in effect, the dismantling of the postwar Western foreign policy alliance. The whole Trump/Russian connection started out as laundering money for the Russian mob through Trump's real estate, but evolved into something far bigger. ► In 1984, David Bogatin — a convicted Russian mobster and close ally of Semion Mogilevich, a major Russian mob boss — met with Trump in Trump Tower right after it opened. Bogatin bought five condos from Trump at that meeting. Those condos were later seized by the government, which claimed they were used to launder money for the Russian mob. (NY Times, Apr 30, 1992) ► Felix Sater is a Russian-born former mobster, and former managing director of NY real estate conglomerate Bayrock Group LLC located on the 24th floor of Trump Tower. He is a convict who became a govt cooperator for the FBI and other agencies. He grew up with Michael Cohen--Trump's former "fixer" attorney. Cohen's family owned El Caribe, which was a mob hangout for the Russian Mafia in Brooklyn. Cohen had ties to Ukrainian oligarchs through his in-laws and his brother's in-laws. Felix Sater's father had ties to the Russian mob. This goes back more than 30 years. ► Trump was $4 billion in debt after his Atlantic City casinos went bankrupt. No U.S. bank would touch him. Then foreign money began flowing in through Bayrock (mentioned above). Bayrock was run by two investors: Tevfik Arif, a Kazakhstan-born former Soviet official who drew on bottomless sources of money from the former Soviet republic; and Felix Sater, a Russian-born businessman who had pleaded guilty in the 1990s to a huge stock-fraud scheme involving the Russian mafia. Bayrock partnered with Trump in 2005 and poured money into the Trump organization under the legal guise of licensing his name and property management. ► In July 2008, the height of the housing bust, Trump sold a mansion in Palm Beach for $95 million to Dmitry Rybolovlev, a Russian oligarch. Trump had purchased it four years earlier for $41.35 million. The sale price was nearly $54 million more than Trump had paid for the property. Again, this was the height of the recession when all other property had plummeted in value. ► Semion Mogilevich was the brains behind the Russian Mafia. Mogilevich operatives have been using Trump real estate for decades to launder money. That means Russian Mafia operatives have been part of his fortune for years. Many of them owned condos in Trump Towers and other properties. They were running operations out of Trump's crown jewel. ► From Craig Unger's AMA: "Early on, a source told me that all this was tied to Semion Mogilevich, the powerful Russian mobster. I had never even heard of him, but I immediately went to a database that listed the owners of all properties in NY state and looked up all the Trump properties. Every time I found a Russian sounding name, I would Google, and add Mogilevich. When you do investigative reporting, you anticipate drilling a number of dry holes, but almost everyone I googled turned out to be a Russian mobster. Again and again. If you know New York you don't expect Trump Tower to be a high crime neighborhood, but there were far too many Russian mobsters in Trump properties for it to be a coincidence." ► So many Russians bought Trump apartments at his developments in Florida that the area became known as Little Moscow. The developers of two of his hotels were Russians with significant links to the Russian mob. The late leader of that mob in the United States, Vyacheslav Kirillovich Ivankov, was living at Trump Tower ► According to a Bloomberg investigation (3/16/2017) into Trump World Tower, “a third of units sold on floors 76 through 83 by 2004 involved people or limited liability companies connected to Russia and neighboring states.” ► In 2013, Federal agents busted an “ultraexclusive, high-stakes, illegal poker ring” run by Russian gangsters out of Trump Tower. They operated card games, illegal gambling websites, and a global sports book and laundered more than $100 million. A condo directly below one owned by Trump reportedly served as HQ for a “sophisticated money-laundering scheme” connected to Semion Mogilevich. ► The Russia Mafia is part and parcel of Russian intelligence. Russia is a mafia state. that is not a metaphor. Putin is head of the Mafia. So the fact that they have been operating out of the home of the president of the United States is deeply disturbing. ► Rudy Giuliani famously prosecuted the Italian mob while he was a federal prosecutor, yet the Russian mob was allowed to thrive. Now he's deeply entwined in the business of Trump and Russian oligarchs. Giuiani appointed Semyon Kislin to the NYC Economic Development Council in 1990, and the FBI described Kislin as having ties tot he Russian mob. Of course, it made good political sense for Giuliani to get headlines for smashing the Italian mob. ► A lot of Republicans in Washington are implicated. Boatloads of Russian money went to the GOP--often in legal ways. The NRA got as much as $70M from Russia, then funneled it to the GOP. The Republican Senatorial Campaign Committee lead by McConnel got millions from Leonard Blavatnik. In the 90s, the Russians began sending money to top GOP leaders, like Speaker of the House Tom Delay. Unger's book alleges that most of the GOP leadership has been compromised by RU money. ► At the Cityscape USA’s Bridging US and the Emerging Real Estate Markets Conference held in Manhattan, on September 9, 10, and 11, 2008, Trump Jr. was frank about the tide of Russian money supporting the family business, saying "...And in terms of high-end product influx into the US, Russians make up a pretty disproportionate cross-section of a lot of our assets." ► Eric Trump told golf reporter James Dodson in 2014 that the Trump Organization was able to expand during the financial crisis because “We don’t rely on American banks. We have all the funding we need out of Russia.” ► Russian oligarchs co-signed Trump’s Deutsche bank loans. Trump now gleefully takes cues from Putin: ► At the end of 2018, Putin and his allies started making a strong push for a resolution that would justify their country’s 1979 invasion of Afghanistan and reverse an 1989 vote backed by Mikhail Gorbachev that condemned it. The Putinists’ goal was to pass the resolution by Feb. There is no one on this side of the Atlantic who thinks the USSR was justified in invading Afghanistan. And out of nowhere, on January 2nd, Trump came out strongly supporting Russia's 1979 invasion of Afghanistan. ► Trump went against American intelligence on North Korean missiles. He told the FBI he didn't believe their intelligence because Putin told him otherwise. "I don't care, I believe Putin" ► Trump met in secret with Putin the G20 summit in November 2018, without note takers. 19 days later, he announced a withdrawal from Syria. As a note, Trump conducted FIVE completely private meetings and conferences with Putin, and has gone to great lengths to prevent literally anyone, even people in his administration, from learning what was discussed. ► Trump refused to enforce sanctions legally codified into law - and in some cases reversed standing sanctions on Russian companies. ► He has denounced his own intelligence agencies in a press conference with Putin on election meddling - and publicly endorsed Putin's version of events. ► Trump pulled out of the INF treaty with no explanation, which allows Putin to create long-range hypersonic missiles that threaten Europe with impunity. The US already has all the weaponry that the INF would ban the development of, so this offers us literally nothing, while allowing Russia to develop powerful new weapons to challenge our allies. ► Demanded Russia get invited back into G7 ► Pushed the CIA to give American intelligence to the Kremlin. ► Withdrew from the Open Skies treaty ► Received intelligence in 2019 that Russia was paying bounties for dead American soldiers, and hasn't done anything about it by the time of this writing. ► Announced troop withdrawal from Germany (America's missile defense from Russia and forward operating base against Russian aggression) ► And of course, Trump continues to threaten to pull out of NATO, a move so catastrophically stupid, so inconceivably cosmically myopic, I truly can't express the profundity of the idiocy. Suffice to say, pulling out of NATO would be like the only guy in a prison yard with a shotgun just throwing it over the fence for absolutely no reason, suddenly giving the people with crude homemade shivs complete power.
2020.09.23 03:12 ZOSAI[M4F] Long term roleplay. Details inside.
I'm +18 and looking for an +18 RP partner. First of all I love writing NSFW scenes so it's like a package deal but it won't be 100% smut, more like 30% smut 70% story, adventure or romance. As for the plots; -Two childs of enemy mob families meet in an unexpected occasion like a much needed college class, a camping trip or as a planned marriage to bond families and end the war between. (*) -A newly wed or non-married couple gets stuck in their home during a virus outbreak, zombie apocalypse or some other big event and they have to push through together. (**) -In a fantasy setting, two characters (warrior, thief, mage, paladin or whatever you like) meets in a dungeon they got in from different entrances and their paths cross in the final chamber. They have to work together to get out and then they form their own party. (*****) -A billionare who has some shady businesses forces a man to pay his long due debt and the man decides to pay with his daughter. The billionare quickly feels sorry and falls for the girl and their love just... idk conquers. (****) -A failing poet losts his inspiration and struggles with his work and gets fired from his last job at a fastfood restaurant. He meets a girl in a party who is from a wealthy family and their mutual friend just makes them talk and they find a way to live together and thrive with love. Also his new inspiration is obviously the girl lol. (****) These are my existing plots but I have a game I play with my partners to shape a plot so if these don't work for you we can try that. Most importantly I know people work and study but if you're not writing consistently in your free time and like at least 5-6 times a day don't even bother. I hate getting ghosted. The stars at the end of plot ideas are how much I would like to do them but I love all. I roleplay on discord and I'm in GMT+3. So pm me for my Discord tag! Thanks for reading!
2020.09.22 20:13 MikeJesusThe Birds Hate Me for What I Have Done
I have made a powerful enemy. There’s approximately eighty thousand pigeons that roost within Prague city limits. They roam through the farmer’s markets looking for drops of food, they sit on the Art Noveau windowsills that loom near the city center, every figure of Czech history who has been rewarded with a statue is also rewarded with a pigeon patron who will sit and shit on top of their heads for all eternity. Every inch of the city is filled with those gray birds. But not today. As the farmer’s markets get set up the peddlers mumble to themselves about the surprising lack of avian companionship. The twilight commuters look up at the bare windowsills and try to figure out what has changed in the architecture of the city overnight. The layer of droppings on Winston Churchill’s head is at least a day old. This morning, as the city slowly rustles awake to the midi tones of cellphone alarms, the pigeons are gathering outside of the main train station. They’re here because of me. The birds hate me for what I have done. For weeks I have only traveled by night, for weeks I have been avoiding the inevitable, for weeks I had hoped they would simply forget. But they didn’t and I know they won’t. The birds will not let me live freely until I pay for what I have done. I set out this morning to bring the feud to rest, but as I emerge out of the subway and see what awaits me beyond the Plexiglas windows I get second thoughts. The park outside the automatic doors of the train station has been swallowed up in feathers. From the sea of gray, hateful beads of crimson stare at me. They’re waiting. There’s two bags filled with Bohemia Bakery croissants in my hands. I can’t control the shaking. I can’t deny the inevitable. As the loudspeakers squawk out announcements of delays in a dozen muffled languages I can’t help but to think about how I got here. There has to be a better word for it than break-up. We were engaged for the better part of a year, sharing a bed for five, dating for seven. A break-up sounds like a cracked plate, a minor inconvenience, something that you shrug off and carry on with your life. What happened between Julia and me was a multi-ton hydrogen bomb. She said I never introduce her to work friends. So I did. I introduced her to the IT guy who I would occasionally grab beers with after work. She got to know him more intimately than I ever did. Much more intimately. Suddenly, the person who was my one constant over the past seven years was telling me we could still be friends. Suddenly, the comfortable pad in the center that was affordable from two paychecks was replaced by a five person flat share in the housing projects. Suddenly, I couldn’t show my face in the office anymore. He set up the remote-work software on my laptop. It took fifteen minutes but that moment dragged on for eternity. He mumbled an apology. My hand tightened into a fist, the uncapped pen on my desk gleamed with sharpness but I remained impotent. He regularly went to the gym. I didn’t. When he finished the set-up he offered me his hand and without thinking I shook it. I even mumbled a “Thank you.” I wanted to rip off my tongue and throw it out for the birds to devour. Working from home was impossible. Not only was I in the midst of a personal cataclysm, but my four roommates had social lives so loud and amorous that they seeped through the paper-thin walls every second of the day. Whenever they brought someone home there was no escape from the echoes of lovemaking. I knew that back in my old apartment, in that cozy flat in the center, Julia was screaming the IT guy’s name. I had been with her for long enough to be able to imagine it all so vividly. I needed to get out of that house. ‘Bohemia Bakery croissants, that’s a good treat right there, brother.’ The voice, followed by a familiar smell of distillates and festering bandages, drags me back into the present moment. Outside, the congregation of pigeons is slowly growing. In front of me, a Prague train station vagrant. ‘Got a lot of those croissants there, brother. Mind helping a hungry fella out?’ He looks like he’s been through a war-zone, his tattered rags the uniform of an army that loses in perpetuity. Beyond the Plexiglas the pigeons stare. I give the homeless man one of the croissants. I do this partially out of human kindness, but mainly in hopes that the pigeons see that I am not a monster, that the pigeons take pity on me. The sea of beady eyes doesn’t flinch. They don’t care. ‘God bless, brother, God bless,’ the vagrant says as he starts to walk away. He stops. After considering the crowd of pigeons he turns back to me. ‘A lot of pigeons, eh? God bless, brother.’ He sets off towards the doors and I know I should follow him. I know it’s time for me to pay the price for my sins. I know there is no other way to get rid of the birds. But my legs are frozen. When the homeless man is a couple of steps away from me a dark thought enters my mind. Maybe I can trick the pigeons into taking their revenge on someone else. They’re pigeons, how smart can they be? I open my mouth to yell out to him – I want to give him another croissant. I want to suggest he take both the bags of offerings. I want to make him the target of the avian hatred. But before I can vocalize my offer the plan falls apart. The vagrant walks past the automatic doors into the park outside. The pigeons pay him no mind; he is completely invisible to them. They’re here for me and they’re getting impatient. As the automatic doors grind to a close three pigeons fly into the station. I reach into my Bohemia Bakery bag and start turning croissants into crumbs between my fingers. The birds are getting restless. Walking into the Bohemia Bakery on Michalská Street and setting up my laptop for a day of excel scrolling was a completely arbitrary decision. There’s hundreds of corporate owned coffee shops in Prague that have stable wi-fi and inoffensive Spotify playlists for ambience. I ended up there completely by accident. Yet as soon as I got settled I knew I wouldn’t be leaving any time soon. Bohemia Bakery had all the makings of a coffee shop office. The refreshments were cheap enough to be drunk without a second thought, the neighborhood was safe enough to quell any fears about my laptop being stolen and the majority of the customers were locals. I have no qualms with tourists or immigrants, but American clientele does have a tendency to turn their private conversations into public three act plays. The chatter in the coffee shop was limited to complaint-filled grumbles, as is Czech custom. The good work environment that Bohemia Bakery provided, however, was completely irrelevant to why I kept on coming there day after day. From the moment I saw her my visits to Bohemia Bakery ceased to be work related. I kept on coming back for Bára. I was in a dark place. Every other morning I woke up to messages that I had sent to Julia in the middle of the night and forgotten about. “I’m scared I’ll forget the smell of you.” “You’re a scab I can’t stop picking.” “Remember when we made love in the mountains?” The response was always the same: “Jesus, Mark, stop sending me these weird messages.” The texts were desperate attempts to change her mind about moving on. Somewhere, in the depths of my soul, I was still sixteen and believed that one poetic message could turn back the clock on years of a stagnant relationship. I was sick with heartbreak, there was no one out who could make me happy like Julia did. The moment I saw Bára I knew that was a lie. She made the question “Cash or card?” sound like a line of sensuous poetry pried from the throats of love-struck bards. When she prepared orders she didn’t move like a twenty-year-old barista, she floated behind her counter like a goddess examining the offerings that were being burnt in her temple. That unflattering gray and gold uniform that Bohemia Bakery would force on their employees to wear looked downright erotic on her. God forbid when the milquetoast music the coffee shop had turned to something with an actual beat. If there weren’t any customers Bára would quietly dance. I tried not to stare. I wasn’t very good at that. She didn’t mind. The moment when she winked at me I knew I was in love. I stayed in the coffee shop for much longer than my job demanded. When I was around her all thoughts of Julia seemed absurd. Bára kept on smiling and winking and occasionally she would stick out her pierced tongue at me. After a week of nervously sneaking peeks at the coffee shop Venus I asked her out. After her shift was over we went to sit down in a nearby park. There are so many parts of that night that have made themselves permanent in my memory; the way her hand slipped into mine before we even reached the park, the smell of cherry blossom and bubble gum that stemmed from her neck, the way her piercing clinked against my nervous teeth, the way she looked up at me when we made love. But none of the memories are as permanent in my head as the words she said when she threw out crumbs of stale croissants to the pigeons that gathered around us in the park. “Ever looked a pigeon in the eyes? They’re angry creatures. And they talk. Always better to stay on their good side.” Even as those tiny beaks pick at the droplets of dough scattered through the dirty tiles of the train station the pigeons keep their beady eyes locked on me. There are more than a few of them now. The out-of-towners who come to Prague for work from the countryside are keeping the automatic doors opened wide. For each person that leaves the train station a pigeon sneaks its way in. The people might be leaving for different jobs but the aim of the birds is singular. Their aim is revenge. An Uber Eats driver waiting for his next order plays a beautiful melody on one of the pianos that the city council has strewn across the city. He stops as I walk by him. The procession of pigeons behind me is impossible to ignore. People keep on looking at me. I’m sweating. I know what’s coming. I know that there’s only so long that the pigeons are willing to wait for justice. I know how this all ends. But still, there’s a part of me that wants to ignore the reality of my situation. Out of habit I take out my phone and text Julia. “There’s a group of pigeons chasing me through the train station. They mean me harm. Help!” Her living situation could have been better. Bára shared her two bedroom flat with three other girls from her hometown. On most nights the only thing that kept our lovemaking sessions out of Bára’s roommate’s eye-line was the sheet we draped from the bookshelf. She moved out from the countryside with her three bestest friend to go live the crazy, cosmopolitan life out in the capital. I don’t think Bára’s roommate felt very cosmopolitan on the nights I stayed over. There were also the pigeons. The mattress that Bára slept on was propped up against the window to the balcony and every morning I would wake up to the cooing of sky-rats. They usually managed to catch me about fifteen minutes before my alarm clock went off, and they were a gentler welcome to the waking world than the blaring of midi tones off my phone, but the constant cooing definitely made the Sunday morning cuddles less romantic. Pigeons and roomates aside, the first couple months of our relationship went smoothly. All thoughts of Julia floated away. I felt no need to send her weird texts or obsess over whether she was still thinking about me. I was just enjoying my Bohemian Bakery beauty. An old classmate of Bára’s came to visit. She knew all about me, Bára had spent the past couple of weeks preparing this girl to meet her “Super cool boyfriend” and whilst meeting a person who knew more about me than I knew about them would have intimidated me back when I was dating Julia, I didn’t mind by then. I had grown into my role. I didn’t know what made me cool or even what made Bára like me so much, but after months of living in my new, lucky reality I stopped questioning it. Bára stole a couple of bottles of wine from the bakery and invited me over to get drunk with the rest of the apartment. I had the most minor of moral qualms about Bára’s theft, but after a couple of glasses my dislike of stealing became a purely hypothetical topic rather than an actual source of bother. I listened to the four girls drunkenly tell stories from the countryside. ‘Holy shit,’ Bára’s visiting friend said after the fourth bottle of wine had been drained, ‘We’re the only ones from our graduating class who don’t have any kids yet.’ I laughed. Hard. I was etching towards my early thirties and the thought of producing offspring seemed like something that wouldn’t happen for a long, long time. The idea that somewhere out in the countryside people were getting married at twenty seemed absurd to me. As I laughed Bára kept her glass pressed to her lips. She drained it, poured another and topped me off in the process. We drank more. The other roommates went out clubbing. I was left alone with Bára and her visiting friend. We drank more. The three of us got drunk enough to lay down on the mattress. One moment I was splashing water on my face trying to sober up and the next I tasted a kiss drenched in menthol cigarettes and red wine. The tongue that was caressing mine felt different. There was no piercing. I opened up my eyes in terror realizing that I was not kissing my girlfriend. Bára’s friend looked up at me sheepishly. A familiar hand ran down my back. ‘It’s okay honey, it’s not like we’re married yet, we can share.’ I woke up with a horrible hangover the next day, it felt like my eyes were about to pop out of my skull and take everything I had ever eaten in the past 24 hours along with them, but the two naked bodies next to me assured me that my pain was temporary. Overall, my life was good. With the help of the gentle cooing from the balcony I went back to sleep. Then things changed. We were sitting on the tram riding out to the farmer’s market to grab something to eat. There was a lull in the conversation, the type of lull where you throw out a random observation or a Facebook article headline in hopes of having something to talk about. She mentioned it as if it was the most casual thing in the world, as if it wasn’t a matter of any importance at all. ‘Missed my period three days ago.’ I think the lady at the ticket office is calling animal control. There’s a good thirty pigeons behind me now. I have been mobbed by them before. Back in the early days, before I knew they were after me, they’d chase me while I was going out for groceries, or out drinking. There would always be a confused driver or a subway to help me escape. I have never tried to face the pigeons. I start making my way towards the doors. This charade has been going on for long enough. I try to trick myself into believing that the pigeons will go easy on me, that they won’t really hurt me. Yet as I walk towards the automatic doors one of the birds jumps up and pecks at my jeans. Those beaks are sharp. Sharp enough to give me second thoughts. Sharp enough to make me think that maybe the solution to my qualm with the pigeons is to pack up and move. I try to think of a country without pigeons, I can’t, but I presume there is one. There has to be one. Deciding to move my life instead of paying for what I’ve done, I start making my way down into the subway. They follow. But that’s fine. I convince myself that’s fine. As soon as the subway is about to arrive I can just break into a sprint and hop on. No way all thirty of them can follow me. Worst case scenario I’ll be locked up in a metal tube with two or three angry pigeons. I could take those on if needed. I have killed pigeons before. Well, theoretically at least. We didn’t talk about it. Well, we did, but not really. ‘Missed my period three days ago.’ ‘Oh shit.’ ‘Oh, don’t worry.’ ‘You sure?’ ‘Yeah.’ Then we moved on to talking about something else. For the whole day there was no discussion of Bára’s potential pregnancy, but from the moment that she mentioned it a cold sweat broke over me. Somewhere in the back of my head I started to imagine her as a lifelong partner. I didn’t like what I saw. What I once thought of as a face of perfection was now just a disparate collection of sharp facial features with crooked teeth. Her voice, her laugh, it all droned in my ears in a horrible, annoying way. I tried to remind myself not to be shallow, not to judge the woman who I had been dating for nearly half a year based on her looks. That made the situation significantly worse. As we were walking around the farmer’s market Bára started eating a sandwich. I knew that she didn’t buy it. I knew that she didn’t bring one. I knew she stole it. Bára liked to steal shit. I didn’t mind her swiping stuff from the bakery, didn’t have empathy to spare for corporate owned franchises, but Bára stealing stuff from old folks got under my skin. ‘Hey, where did you get that sandwich?’ ‘Found it on the floor. Ha-ha!’ She gave me a smile and a wink. I started to miss Julia again. By the time we got back home the feverish dislike that I was starting to develop for Bára had turned physical. My head throbbed with some horrible strain of the flu that had crept into my system. I considered going home, but Bára assured me that the wave of fatigue I was feeling was just sleep deprivation. All I needed to do was take a nap and I’d be right as rain. I was too tired to argue. By late afternoon I was fading in and out of consciousness on Bára’s mattress as she piled more and more blankets on top of me. ‘Ah, c’mon, just sweat it out babe. Quit complaining, you’re a real man, aren’t you?’ Her voice cut through my migraine like the stolen cutlery she had in her kitchen. What made the sickness induced delirium so much worse were the pigeons on the balcony. They just kept on cooing. Even as I drifted off into frenzied fever dreams I could sense their dirty, feathered bodies rustling behind the paper-thin walls. ‘What if I actually am pregnant?’ I heard a voice ask out of the darkness. I was far too deep in the sweaty, lethargic limbo to identify the source but through context clues I figured out who was asking. I pretended to be asleep. ‘What if I actually am pregnant?’ Bára asked, again, this time prodding me with her frigid foot. I let loose a torrent of mucus filled coughs, hoping to dissuade her from trying to talk to me. It didn’t work. Her cold toes ran across my burning abdomen. ‘Mark, what if I actually am pregnant?’ She asked, sweetly. ‘Can we talk about this tomorrow?’ I groaned. ‘Sure,’ she hissed with the intensity of a silenced pistol. Bára’s roommate was snoring, the pigeons outside were cooing and just as I started to get used to the jarring soundscape of the bedroom Bára started to sob next to me. I pretended to be asleep, and eventually, I was. I make my way down the stairs to the subway platform with dreams of escape glowing in my heart. I could grow a shitty beard and live in some cabin in the woods, or lounge around on some exotic beach, or I could be freezing my ass of in the arctic. The only important thing is getting on that subway and riding off to somewhere where there are no flying rats that demand vengeance. The screeching of metal. Below me, the subway has just arrived. I hold on tight to the railing and start jumping down the stairs two at a time. I’m praying that the doors of the train will stay open long enough for me to make my escape. Some of the birds stop hopping down the stairs and ascend into flight. The feathers of the pigeons fit right into the metallic gray of the subway station in the worst possible way. There’s a new mom who doesn’t quite know how to handle a stroller stalling the doors to the subway. I still have a chance, I can still run in and make my escape – but just as I am descending the last three steps towards the platform one of those beady eyed vermin dives straight at me. I lift my hand off the rail to shoo the pigeon away, shifting my balance. Suddenly, I’m falling. Suddenly, my head crashes against the concrete. Suddenly, I’m back on my feet, running towards the subway, screaming past the burning pain that has materialized in my ankle. I slam into the closed doors. Everyone on the train stares at me and my bizarre pursuers in horror. Except for the baby. The baby points and giggles and laughs from its carriage as the train slowly rumbles into life and disappears in the dark tunnel. The next train is coming in eight minutes. I’m at the edge of the platform and there’s a good fifty pigeons staring at me. ‘Jesus, you’re still here?’ I woke up to the sound of Bára’s roommate angrily stomping around the bedroom. My fever was gone, but somehow it had managed to carry me into the late afternoon. ‘It smells like a frigging sex dungeon here dude. Least you could have done was pop open a window.’ She towers over me, eyes filled with disgust, as she cracks open the balcony windows. ‘And you should definitely talk to Bára. It’s none of my business but when she left to work today she was… Gross! Eeew!’ ‘Gross?’ I sat up on the mattress. The roommate didn’t look at me, she just kept on staring out of the window. ‘Bára was… gross?’ ‘No, you idiot. Look outside. No wonder those birds have been waking us up every morning. There’s a goddamn nest on the balcony.’ As soon as the moist covers slid off me the dizzying stench of sweat overpowered any amount of fresh air coming in from the window. Bára’s roommate jumped back in disgust and with a barrage of comments about how disgusting I am, she left. Among the discarded plastic bags and cigarette butts there was a roughly picked home of straw. In it there were three little eggs that looked like dirty oversized tic-tacs. Bára’s roommate pressed a broom into my hand. ‘Go.’ ‘Go where?’ ‘Go push that shit off the roof. They carry diseases, you know.’ ‘Why me?’ ‘Why you? Because you’re a frigging man, act like it.’ Memories of the IT guy setting up my remote working software crawled through the back of my head. I grabbed the broom and went out to the balcony, intent on proving my masculinity. All I had to do was just push the nest off into the street below and Bára’s roommate would get off my back. Yet as soon as I got outside on the terrace I realized I wasn’t alone. On the neighbor’s windowsill, just a meter or two away from the nest, was a pigeon. The bird’s feathers were fuller than any other pigeon that I had ever seen, it’s eyes shone in a blood red, hateful glow. This was no ordinary pigeon. And it was watching me. I moved up the broom to the edge of the nest, but my arms froze. Something about that animal’s blank expression was telling me that I was about to take a step into a world from which I could not return, something was telling me that I was about to make the biggest mistake of my life. An ancient, Hammurabi-era truth loomed behind those red orbs. An eye for an eye, A tooth for a tooth, You harm my young and we will harm yours, The front door opened. I could hear Bára’s tired voice. ‘Is my man still here?’ ‘Yeah, your middle management looking dude is out on the balcony, trying to work up the balls to get rid of a pigeon nest,’ I heard her roommate say. The passive aggressive insult didn’t even register with me. I was lost in the showdown with the pigeon. Those eyes meant business, and that beak looked sharp enough to break the skin. I could pick up the nest and take it outside, I could put it in a tree, I could google how to deal with this situation, there were so many things that I could have done but, before I knew it, there was a pair of cold hands wrapped around the broom. Bára pressed her body against mine and before I knew it the broom did its job. The pigeon’s eyes went wide. Like a paper airplane covered in gravel the nest tumbled down into the street with the gentlest crunch. Within seconds it went from being a bastion of blossoming life to being some leash-less dog’s dinner. ‘Come inside. We need to talk.’ No kiss. She was angry. The pigeon’s eyes were still locked on the crushed eggs running over the pavement. A wave of self-loathing washed through my chest. It was time for an apology. I cleared my throat. The pigeon’s eyes quickly darted back to me. That wide-eyed expression of shock quickly faded away. The balls of red that dwelled in the creature’s skull turned into focused, hate-filled dots. “Look, I’m so-“ The bird launched at my tongue. My avian predicament catches the attention of a group of Chinese tourists gathered on the other side of the platform. For a split second the shuttering of cameras rises above the cooing, but as the pigeons get closer the clicks and flashes became imperceptible static. The pigeons have me cornered. I’ve started throwing the croissants from Bohemia Bakery at them wholesale, but for every pigeon I distract there are five more that are thirsty for blood. They’re thirsty for revenge. The birds hate me for what I have done. With my back up against a map of the Prague subway system I look up at the ‘Next arrival’ board. The red numbers glare: five minutes thirty-six seconds and counting. I fire off another text to Julia: “The birds will punish me for what I have done.” I look out into the sea of gray and see a familiar set of red dots. The bird who’s children I killed leads the march. I don’t have five minutes. I don’t even have thirty-six seconds. Wings flutter, the birds take flight. With closed eyes I pray that my punishment will be swift. It isn’t. My skin burns with blood as the razor beaks bite into me. My hands barely cover my eyes as the pigeons try to claw at my face. They drag at my hair, they tear at my clothes, they peck at my jeans. My agony reaches incomprehensible heights. With each bite of flesh they take, however, a sliver of my consciousness fades away. Before the pigeons get to the worst part of their punishment, I black out. We sat in her kitchen; me, pressing a packet of frozen peas to my tongue and her, nursing a cigarette lit off the stove. Smoke drifted from her nostrils as if she was a passive-aggressive dragon. ‘Thanku, don’t kno wha got into that brd.’ My numb, bleeding tongue didn’t get my point across very eloquently but Bára understood what I meant. Those hazel eyes burrowed into me, watching every twitch in my face. ‘Not pregnant,’ she finally said, ‘Had my period this morning.’ ‘Tha’s grea!’ I yelled, sending a trickle of iron into my mouth. I grinned. That was the first good news I heard all day. She wasn’t smiling. ‘What if I actually was pregnant?’ She took a drag and looked away from me. Whatever nuanced reaction my face made wasn’t to her liking. The conversation dragged on into eternity and at each turn I said the wrong things. Even if my mouth wasn’t slowly filling up with blood, even if my tongue didn’t have a beak-imposed lisp, I don’t think I could have salvaged that relationship. I didn’t notice the bird at first, but as soon as I became aware of him it was impossible to fully focus on what Bára was saying. Right behind her, with my blood on his beak, was my red-eyed enemy. Soon friends joined him. The longer Bara and me spoke, the bigger our audience got. Those beady eyes burnt with hatred. I left the apartment, newly single, with blood in my mouth and a toothbrush in my pocket, and started making my way towards the bus station. I was about to fire off a text to Julia to let her know I was still in love with her but before I could unblock her number- Peck! Something small and sharp snapped at my scalp. The flock of enraged pigeons descended me from the windowsills of the Soviet-era housing projects. If there wasn’t a subway station nearby I probably would have lost an eye. At first I had hoped that the assault from the pigeons was simply a rare occurrence of an angry parent, yet they followed me everywhere. For months I lived my life in fear, desperately hoping that they would tire of chasing me, but it became clear that the birds would not leave me alone. They wouldn’t leave me alone until I paid the price. I keep staring out of the window. This makes the doctor visibly uncomfortable. He tells me about how my body was rushed into surgery, about how there is a good chance I have contracted a fair amount of diseases, about all of the permanent damage that the pigeons had inflicted on me, but I just keep looking out of the window. I had an educated guess on the extent of the pigeon’s revenge. An eye for an eye, A tooth for a tooth, You harm my young and I will harm yours, The doctor eventually gives up on trying to elicit a reaction out of me and leaves me alone in my room. And I am alone. The windowsill is empty. The pigeons have had their revenge. I breathe out a sigh of pained relief. Ding! I get a text from someone who makes my heart flutter. I look back at the conversation. ME – 5:16AM: “There’s a group of pigeons chasing me through the main train station. They mean me harm. Help!” ME – 5:24AM: “The Birds will punish me for what I have done.” JULIA – 7:02PM: “What???” In the stillness of the hospital room I type out my reply, my explanation. As soon as my scarred thumbs punch the words into reality a weight is lifted off my chest. A chapter of my life has ended. I am free now. Ding! ME – 7:02PM: “It’s okay. The pigeons have punished me for my misdeeds. I am scarred and will never be able to have children, but I am a free man. I love you.” JULIA – 7:03PM: “Jesus Mark, stop sending methese messages.”
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