2021.12.01 15:42 BSCNews_1 Faraland Drops iOS and Android Mobile Releases
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2021.12.01 15:42 earthcastle i wonder what cooper is gonna get for christmas
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2021.12.01 15:42 Apprehensive_Big_782 Don't think Vikk got the memo about the dress code 😂😂😂
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2021.12.01 15:42 CapybaraDanceOff The Godfall edition released on PlayStation plus doesn't include the main game.
2021.12.01 15:42 RedEdSpaghetti DDLC Broken Skies: Natsuki's Finale
This is the ending I wrote for Natsuki, preceded by the generic ending chapter. MC = Kishi
I have to say this was strange to write. At one point I had goosebumps.
Chapter Forty-One: Futures Partially Revealed
Well, this is it! Mom and I have said our goodbyes. I really hate seeing tears in her eyes, but I know that they weren’t totally sad tears. She said over and over how proud she was of me going to university to study mental health. It sure took me a while to figure out that course of action, but looking back, it now seems so obvious! I was not that different from Sayori in that I was always trying to pick people up…to get them to look at themselves from a different perspective…to help them find some joy in their life. And now, I begin to make it a career. I am at peace with my decision, even though it will take me far from Mom and from my friends. Monika is going to a university hundreds of miles away. Yuri’s is not as far, but still not close. Sayori has never settled on what she wants to do, so she is staying put, working until she can decide. Natsuki, of course, still has her final year to finish. We all hope that she is able to keep the Literature Club going in some form. Maybe if she promises to bake cupcakes every week…nah. It will be better if she finds students who want to be there for the literature.
I receive a notice on my phone. Aw! My train is going to be delayed! Well, I guess I will just have to sit here with my thoughts. I reminisce about the past couple of years, the friendships that I was able to develop, and then how those friendships were altered forever. I never would have dreamed that I, a person who had basically withdrawn from the world for years, would end up having four wonderful girls want to be with me. And then, being in the middle of a dream situation for most guys, not having those romantic feelings for any of them. How weird is that?
Chapter Forty-Five: Natsuki’s Future Revealed
The anniversary date is today. My father has asked me to go out to eat with him. I am rather shocked, as we rarely eat at a restaurant. However, I agree, thinking that maybe I can help him get through it. I am about to get ready when he knocks on my door and asks to enter. I open the door and see him standing there, holding one of my mother’s dresses!
“I am asking you to honor your mother by wearing this dress. It was her favorite.”
I remember the dress. She only wore it on special occasions. It was a red dress with black trim around the sleeves and the hem, which was about knee-length.
“But father, I doubt if it would fit me right.”
“Please try…for me.”
I reluctantly take the dress from him and close the door. As I pull the dress off of the hanger, I notice a wig…with long brown hair! Surely, he doesn’t think… It makes me feel uneasy. I put the hanger down on my bed and cover it with my blanket. As I put on the dress, I find that it’s okay…not a perfect fit, but there won’t be any embarrassing incidents. Although I am torn about wearing it, I decide to do it for my father.
As I enter the living room, I see a bit of disappointment on his face, but he quickly smiles and tells me how nice I look. He is dressed in his best clothes, even sporting a tie! His hair has been neatly combed, which is a change from the usual mussed up look. He seems to be in a very good mood overall, which is a relief to me. I do smell sake on his breath though. We set off walking to the restaurant, which is only a few blocks away.
We are seated, and father tells me to order whatever I want. He says that he has been saving for this day. He decides on an anago bowl along with hot sake. I am not thrilled with him ordering the sake, but I don‘t say anything. I know how tough this is on him. I decide to try bara-chirashi, with several types of seafood in it. The food takes a while, and my father has already ordered two more sake. I don’t like where this is heading. The food arrives and it tastes very good. Father does not eat very much, saying that his stomach has started to bother him. Still, he has no problem drinking two more sake. We ask for a container, to take home the rest of his meal, and set out for home. His walking is very unsteady, and he puts a hand on my shoulder. At this point, I am glad that he is not a very big man, or else I would have trouble keeping him upright.
We make it into the house, and I help him over to the kitchen table. Then I go to get ready for bed. When I come back out, I see that he has pulled out a bottle of sake. I quickly say good night to him. He looks at me with a strange look on his face and says “Chuya”. That was my mother’s name!
Does he think that I am her? Is he that drunk? Now, I am worried.
I go into my room and lock the door. I sit down and try to relax. I check the internet for some information on the dish that I had at the restaurant. I might try making it at home some time. Before too long I grow sleepy. However, just as I am about to get into bed, I hear my father yelling my mother’s name again.
“Chuya! Where are you? I need you!”
Then, his voice seems to be getting nearer.
“Where are you, my love? Why are you hiding? Come to me. I need you!”
Then, I hear the handle to my door as he tries to come in. I start to panic. What if he comes in? What will he do in his drunken state? I decide that I can’t wait to find out. I put on my slippers and slide open the window. I just make it out and slide it closed as I hear the door breaking! I frantically pull out my phone as I duck down low. I find Yuri’s number and dial it.
“Hello?” she says sleepily.
“Yuri, this is Nat. Can I come over?”
“Natsuki? Why are you calling this late?”
“Yuri, please, it’s an emergency. I need to come over right away!”
She finally wakes up enough to fully understand what I am saying.
“Are you okay?” she asks.
“At the moment, yes.” I reply. “But I may not be if I stay here much longer.”
“Oh…then come right over. I will be watching for you.
I set out for her house, wrapped in my robe, and wearing my pink bunny slippers. What a sight I would be for anyone who happens to pass by. Suddenly, a car turns on to the road I am walking on. I tell myself to just keep walking, just keep my eyes looking forward. I look for a house that still has lights on just in case I need to make a run for it. The car pulls up alongside me. My heart is about to beat out of my chest. Then I hear a voice from the car.
“It’s a little late to be running away from home, isn’t it young lady. It is also dangerous for you to be out here alone at this time of night. It’s a good thing we decided to come down this road,” he says.
I am debating whether to take off running when I turn and look at the car. It’s an officer’s patrol vehicle! Relief washes over me and I take a deep breath.
“Thanks for your concern officer. I am just heading over to a friend’s house a couple of blocks over.”
“Well, just the same, we will travel along with you. We don’t want anything bad to happen to you.”
I give them a weak smile and try not to think about what might have happened at home.
We finally make it to Yuri’s house. She turns on an outside light and opens the door. I thank the officers again and head into her house.
“Wow!” she says, “That was nice of them to escort you!”
“Yeah, but they scared me half to death before I realized who they were,” I told her.
She leads me back to her bedroom and offers me the chair at her desk while she sits on her bed.
“So, if you’re okay, why did you need to come over?” Yuri asks.
“Things just got really…weird,” I reply.
I then share with her the things that occurred, which led me to call her.
“My goodness Natsuki! That is truly awful! I am so glad that you called me,” she says. “You are planning on spending the night here, aren’t you?”
“If it won’t cause any trouble. I am not going back to that house tonight!” I reply emphatically.
She leaves the room for a moment and comes back with a futon that we spread out on the floor. I thank her again and fall back on it, trying to get my mind to quiet down. Sleep does not come fast, neither does it stay for long. I find myself being woken up several times from nightmares, always with my father approaching my bed in the darkness, calling out my mother’s name.
Morning comes, and Yuri has explained to her grandparents about my situation. They tell me that I am welcome to stay as long as I need to. I thank them for their generous offer. Then Yuri and I head back to her room.
“So, what are you going to do Natsuki?” she asks me.
“I don’t know,” I tell her. “I don’t want to go back if he is going to be drinking all the time. I can’t trust him when he is like that. At the same time, it makes me sad to think of him all alone in the house.”
“It certainly is a tragic situation to be caught in the middle of. I wish that I could help in some way.”
“Yuri…you have already helped me so much,” I tell her. ”I am forever grateful to you for answering my call last night.”
“As you know, I am heading to university tomorrow. But my grandparents have said that it is okay for you to stay. I guess, in a way, it would ease their sadness at my leaving if you were to stay for a while.”
“I do appreciate the offer, but I think that I need to make a long-term decision. I suspect he will try to track me down. If I refuse to come home, there is no telling what he might do in a drunken state. I would hate for something bad to happen to your family or home because of him.”
“Hmm, I do understand your point. But what other options do you have?”
In my head, I am smiling. In between the nightmares last night, I came up with a plan. I won’t share it with her though.
“I’ll come up with something,” I tell her. “Right now, I have to make plans to sneak into the house when my father isn’t home. I can’t exactly do much in a robe and pink bunny slippers.”
We both laugh at the thought of that.
The morning fades into afternoon. Yuri has excused herself to proceed with her packing. I am excited for her, going to study Japanese literature. She will do very well as long as she can deal with the social anxiety that has plagued her for so many years. She has done much better over this past year though.
I look at the clock and decide that it is time to make my move. I say goodbye to Yuri and her grandparents. Yuri looks at me questioningly, but evidently decides not to pressure me to tell her. I assure her that I will be fine. Then she sees the patrol car pull up in front of the house and understands that, at least for now, I will be okay.
The officer on the passenger side gets out and opens the back door for me. He laughs and tells me that it isn’t every day that they get to escort bunny slippers around town. I smile at him and thank him for what they are doing. We make the short drive over to my neighborhood but park away from my house. I describe it to them so they can keep an eye out while I scrunch down, out of sight. Eventually, they see him leave the house and tell me that it is safe to go in. They walk me up to the front door which, fortunately, is unlocked. He must be expecting me to come back. Little does he know…
I quickly change clothes and run a brush through my hair. Then I pack up two bags with my essentials and pull out my phone. I type out a text and hit send.
The answer comes back. The train is running late. I will be at the station waiting.
Can you wait for me?
I guess so. What’s up?
I’ll tell you when I get there.
When I make it to the station, I only have to search a short while to find him. I yell and run over to him. He stands and gives me a hug.
“You didn’t think that you were going to get away from me that easily, did you?”
“I really wasn’t trying to get away from you. I have university coming up. What do you think you’re doing though? Have you even thought this out?”
“Eh, I can go to school anywhere. Besides, with you four gone, I don’t have anything keeping me here.”
“Are things not well with your dad again?”
“Let’s just say that we are starting to argue more and more. I’m kind of afraid.”
“Well, better safe than sorry, that’s for sure,” he says in reassurance.
As we ride, I tell him about my last night at home. He is shocked at the events. Then, I ask him…
“Did I make the right decision?”
“I don’t know for sure. I guess time will tell,” he says. “But I know this…right now you are safe with me.”
I smile and lay my head on his shoulder.
Kishi had been accepted at Osaka University in the school of mental health. As the train pulled into town, he asked me what my plans were.
“Well, I found a women’s shelter in town that I can stay at for a while. I’m sure given the situation with my father, they would accept me.” I tell him.
“I might have a better idea.” he tells me. “What if you just stay with me? I won’t be having a social life because I plan to devote myself fully to my studies.”
“Seriously?” I ask him. “I wouldn’t want to be a pain in your neck.”
“You…a pain? Who would ever think that about sweet Natsuki?” he says laughing. He gets an elbow in the ribs for that remark.
“I guess you needed a reminder of what a pain I can be.” I say smiling.
We take a cab over to the apartment that he had already prepared. It was small but comfy. I tell him that I am sleeping on the sofa. He tries to argue, but I won’t listen. This is his place, and I will sleep where the guest would sleep. We get settled in and Kishi starts his classes. I enroll in a high school that is not too far away. I was also able to pick up a part time job. The owners had wanted someone to be full-time, but I couldn’t do that with school. I also intend to do most of the chores around the apartment so Kishi can concentrate on his schoolwork.
After a while though, I got to thinking about things. One night, I decided to ask Kishi about it.
“What would you think if I dropped out of school and started working full time?”
“Hmm. Then you don’t plan to go to university?” he asked.
“Honestly, I don’t think I ever considered it seriously. My grades have never been very high. Also, the owners of the café really like me and want me to work full time. I really enjoy working there and they are wonderful people. They treat me like I was their daughter. It kind of makes sense. I told them that I had lost my mother and had left my father behind. They never had any children. I guess it was like a match made in heaven for us to find each other.”
“Well, when you put it that way, I don’t see how you can’t do it. It just seems tailor-made for you…and for them. I have seen you work in the kitchen, and I know that is where you are most comfortable.”
“Yeah…that’s true. I’m going to do it! You’ve convinced me!”
“Hey! I didn’t convince you. You convinced yourself!”
We laugh together.
Things settled into a comfortable rhythm after that. I was able to spend more time in the café, and they were teaching me about running the business. I think that they were hoping that I might buy the business off of them eventually. I have to say, the thought of that has crossed my mind. But I doubt that I can ever save up that kind of money.
Occasionally, I would think about my father and wonder how he was. Sometimes it even made me cry, thinking that I had doubled his trouble by leaving. But Kishi would always reassure me by reminding me that, as long as he was drinking, he would be a danger to me. There was never a guarantee that, even if he stopped for a while, he wouldn’t start up again. That helped to lessen the guilt I was feeling. I had made the only rational choice that I could have made given the situation.
It was in Kishi’s third year that I got the surprise of my life. I thought something was strange when he asked if I wanted to go out to eat.
“What’s the occasion?” I asked curiously.
“If I tell you then it won’t be a surprise,” he said evasively.
We had a nice dinner together and then he suggested a walk around campus. He showed me the building where most of his classes took place. We then ended up by a water fountain. It was very pretty, lighting up intermittently with the colors of the rainbow. Suddenly, he stopped and spun me around. Then he got down on one knee and opened a box near my hands!
“Natsuki, will you marry me?” he asked.
I almost fell down! Luckily, he caught me before I hit the ground.
“I thought this might come as a shock, but not that bad!” he said with a smile.
“You’re smiling awfully big for a guy who hasn’t heard the word ‘yes’ yet,” I tease him.
He realizes that I’m right and then asks me again. Of course, I tell him yes. Then we hear applause from some students who had caught on to what was happening. We smiled and thanked them. I don’t think my feet hit the ground the whole way home!
Shortly after Kishi graduated, the owners of the café where I worked were killed in a tragic accident. We found out later that they had decided to leave the café to me in their will. I was shocked. No, we both were. They were such wonderful people. Kishi decided to set up shop in town. He didn’t want to take me away from the store. I was doing very well with the business, and people were coming from neighboring towns to buy my baked goods. I was incredibly happy with my career.
We had one child. We named him Namiko because we felt that our lives were like the ocean waves. It seemed we were always going from highs to lows and back again. Kishi’s mother was able to help out with him. She had sold her house and got an apartment nearby. She said that she no longer needed that big a place, especially since she still traveled a lot for her job.
The highs and lows of our life together couldn’t have been more evident than the day that he returned. Kishi happened to be in the store, grabbing a bite to eat when he walked in. I immediately got angry.
“What are you doing here?” I yelled. Fortunately, there were no other customers in the store.
“I want to talk with you,” he replied.
“I don’t think we have anything to talk about.”
“I have some things that I want to say to you, starting with I’m sorry.”
“Yeah, you’re sorry all right,” I said.
Kishi gave me a stern look.
“Okay, that was a little harsh…sorry,” I said. “But I still don’t want to talk to you.” With that, I walked back into the kitchen.
Kishi followed me in a few moments later.
“Don’t try to tell me that I’m being unreasonable. I have every right to be mad at him,” I said before he could start talking.
“You’re right,” he said, which caught me off guard. “But look at it this way. First of all, he’s your father. You only have one. Second, he has tracked you down to try to talk with you. I won’t ask you to talk to him, but would it be okay if I talked with him, just to see what he has to say? Please?” He tried to put on puppy dog eyes.
“You’re such a dork. Quit trying to get to me with those sad eyes,” I told him, trying not to laugh. “I guess that would be okay. Just don’t make any promises for me. My mind is set.”
“I wouldn’t think of it. Thanks Nat!’ he said as he hugged me and kissed me on top of my head.
Kishi went back in and talked with my father. I could hear the whole conversation even though I was still in the kitchen.
“I’ve just missed her so much and I can’t stand being alone,” he said. “It was bad enough losing her mother, but now I’ve really messed up and lost her too. I can’t deal with this.” The tears are flowing freely by now. “When she left, I kept drinking and ended up losing my job. I happened to see an article in the paper about this store and couldn’t believe that my little girl had done so well. I was so proud of her and so ashamed of myself. I figured that I had one shot left. I took all the money I had left and came to town and rented a room. I only had enough for a week. If she won’t talk to me, I don’t know what I’ll do. I’ll really have nothing left to live for.”
Those words scared me into doing something that, five minutes ago, I would have sworn I wouldn‘t do. I walked up behind him and wrapped my arms around him and started crying. Well, that made three of us crying.
After a while, we finally decided to accept a reunification of sorts. We agreed to pay for his room and board, and he could visit the house, as long as he agreed to get some counseling. Kishi set him up with a colleague and also arranged to sit in on most of the sessions. Together, they helped him to deal with the loss of my mother in a more positive way, although Kishi would never tell me what they talked about. He always invoked ‘patient confidentiality’. Then he would laugh and tell me to ‘go ask your father’. He enjoyed that a little too much. I was just glad that he was getting help though. That was the most important thing.
After a while, we began to see my father transform. As he would play with his grandson, there was true happiness etched on his face. Kishi told me that he had heard of grandchildren totally changing even the hardest-hearted old men but had never seen it in person. It was heart-warming to say the least. And I have gradually softened my attitude towards him. One night, as we sat on the couch watching him with his grandson, I noticed Kishi smiling at me.
“Why are you smiling like that?” I asked curiously.
“I’m just loving the way that this has turned out, having your father back in our lives. It kind of gets me thinking.”
I smiled knowingly as he pulled out his phone. It’s time for him to reconcile with his father. Way past time.
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2021.12.01 15:42 yoorik Tribute to Dishwashers
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2021.12.01 15:42 m0nt4g My Boss Made Me Strip When I Told Him I Was Leaving
I debated telling this story here but decided it might help other people to hear it and not put up with the bull I did. I’m a guy just so that’s up front.
When I graduated college, I dreamed of working for ESPN or NFL Network after studying Video Production but after getting a few rejections I was told I didn’t have enough experience behind the camera. Fair enough. So I moved back home and decided to reach out to my local university’s football staff and see if they needed any help filming practices etc. They said yes but they couldn’t pay me. I was initially hesitant but decided to do it because it was the experience I needed.
I get there and am immediately thrown to the wolves. I’m in charge of breaking down plays for the defense. And although I’m a football watcher I have never played the game and the ability to “break down a defense” are beyond me. In addition, I’m to film every practice and halfway through get all the SD cards from cameras and begin uploading them to the software we used. Once practice is over and the coach and players are at dinner I’m to continue uploading the second half of practice and then run up to the dining hall and count the players that are coming in to make sure they all eat. Often times I am screamed at for my inability to be in two places at once.
The hours were insane often working 16 hours a day. 7 days a week all for no pay. I became the person that they would have do everything. “Need a running back for this play?” “Just put M0nt4g in a helmet and send him out there.” Cut to me getting jacked up by the 6’5 280 lbs outside linebacker as the entire team laughs. I know it sounds comical and like a bad 80s movie but it was just another day at work.
But the reason you’re reading this comes now at the end. I was needless to say miserable and felt isolated from my college friends. I reached out to one who said that he could get me a paying job working for our university. A paying job with actual hours and benefits or continue to slog away in hell? Really it’s a no brainer.
I decide to tell the head coach that I really appreciated the opportunity but I would have to leave because it was too good for me to pass up. Queue him screaming his head off at me telling me how much I’m letting down the team and that I’m insert homophobic slur. At this point I couldn’t take it anymore and turn to leave until he stops me and says “you’re not leaving with the gear we’ve given you.” All members of the staff are giving shirts, sweats, hoodies etc. bearing the teams name. And in his office he has me strip down. Thankfully I was wearing my own shorts that day. Next he says go and tell all the other coaches you’re sorry for leaving. And to my enduring shame I did. I walked through the facilities and into their offices topless letting them know I was leaving.
This was a few years ago but I want all of you to learn from my mistakes and have more respect for yourself than I did. No boss or anyone should ever do that to you.
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2021.12.01 15:42 Brypto_Rich What!?
2021.12.01 15:42 thunderpanda6 IIL songs which have an epic sorta mini speech in them WEWIL
Looking for songs that just have cool almost like short speeches in them. With singers who have nice voices. Any genre just wanting an album of them. E.g At the start of "the man comes around" by johhny cash. Not the best example but the only one I can think of.
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2021.12.01 15:42 nachos34961 H: Q/FFR/15%Crit fill Automatic Enclave Plasma Rifle W: Blood/Expl/90%weight/15% Faster Reload Gatling Gun or .50 Cal
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2021.12.01 15:42 DaleDenton08 I drew Huggy in math class
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2021.12.01 15:42 BigMagesty White supremacist weirdo goes on an unhinged rant over masturbation in the army and claims "it's against God"
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2021.12.01 15:42 Desperate-Loss Y’all consider Blxst as Mainstream?
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2021.12.01 15:42 FamilyLawParalegal D/FW, Texas, USA - EXPERIENCED Family Law Paralegal
We're searching the right fit to join our tight-rolling crew in the northern exurbs of Dallas. What we want:
2021.12.01 15:42 32vini2 Did everyone else get this memo 🤣
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2021.12.01 15:42 Dangerous_Strain_582 How are my fellow brethren doing?
2021.12.01 15:42 URGENTCAFE I just split this big box snake plant. They going to do fine? The pale concerns me but idk
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2021.12.01 15:42 murfman713 Sledge, thank you for adding Ship Haus to the hardcore playlist, But PLEASE remove TDM!
Thrilled to see Ship Haus implementation to the hardcore filter. Honestly, it's great to see this because people have been asking and it's great to see you are listening. However, this Shipment TDM business needs to stop. Ship Haus was originally the other way around with DasHaus/TDM and Shipment/DOM which kind of worked because you spent about the same amount of time on both maps. However, with the current format, we spend about 95% of the time in Das Haus because shipment games end in under 2 minutes. Would you PLEASE, FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, either remove TDM from Ship Haus, or at least consider GREATLY increasing the score/kill cap of the game mode when playing shipment.
The worst and most frustrating thing about it is that TDM probably plays best for Shipment considering the random nature of TDM spawns. TDM Shipment could be a great time if you just increased the required kill/score count...
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2021.12.01 15:42 AliMiri92 I started playing a few days ago, which character is the most useful to main and level up ?
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2021.12.01 15:42 teegee_fuck Does anyone else’s Spotify Wrapped look similar?
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2021.12.01 15:42 Asadbmirza People were really calling this man ben simmons 😭😭
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2021.12.01 15:42 ArcReactor__ I need a Captain America comic suggestion
Hello everyone. Except Winter Soldier, I need a Captain America comic suggestion but the comic I need should reflect what being the captain of the ideals of America mean, not Captain “America” like how they did it in the movie Winter Soldier. Any suggestion?
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2021.12.01 15:42 IDontAgreeSorry Should I cut all my hair to the lenght like in the first picture? Second picture is with all my layers. I was thinking shorter hair fits my face more, but I’m not sure.
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2021.12.01 15:42 DDRacing28 First Video on this new channel!