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I'm a white man and I've seen a lot of tiktoks lately by woc venting that they are not being "chosen" by (often white) men who are "choosing" white women instead.
I try to approach everything with an open mind and let people be the experts of their own experiences as to not invalidate their struggles but I think this one I'm having trouble with. When it comes to who we choose to date, I think a social justice / systemic racism angle can be appropriate for assessing population trends but it's wrong to apply those standards to specific individuals. The long and short of it is, however harsh this may sound, if the man who you had a crush on got with a white woman instead then you need to simply accept that and move on. It may have had nothing or everything to do with your race but we can't know.
As a short man, I liken it a little to height preference among women. I understand that being tall is attractive and tall men tend to do better in the dating scene. Sometimes it's frustrating and while I know that I would have more options were I tall, I can hardly attribute specific dating failures to my height. Even more importantly, it would be wrong to villyfy the women who reject me and somehow call them immoral for preferring men who are taller (and in their eyes more attractive or more their preference) and it would also be wrong to villyfy the men who are more attractive than me. This is a hard pill to swallow as a man and I've gotten down about my body image at times, but overall I'm a confident individual and looking back over my life, I've managed to be ok.
And there lies the problem. I find that the discussion of woc dating struggles is often very much centered on the men being "wrong" for getting with a white woman and sometimes even about bringing down the white women. Imo, the discussion should be centered on beauty standards, systemic racism and dating culture.
Dating culture in particular is an issue atm I believe. We see all sorts of skewed app data suggesting that the top 80% of women only swipe on the top 10% of men. We also see data suggesting that black women are the least swiped on and East Asian women the most. Conversely, white men are the most swiped and East Asian men the least.
However, I don't believe these trends are having as great of an impact as they might suggest. Black women and East Asian men are not perpetually single. WMAF marriage is common, yes, but I don't believe the white women are all married / in long term relationships and all the woc are single. Somehow, people are still finding each other.
I believe that this frustration may largely be due to the dating culture that has arisen from app-based dating. When we are presented with infinite options and filters, we have the illusion of choice and will become more stringent in our preferences. In real life, however, I believe that we don't all exclusively date the image we have in our heads of what our ideal partner looks like. In fact, I'd bet that most people never end up with their "ideal" partner and even end up happier for it, as choosing a partner from superficial characteristics or ideals is not the key to a healthy relationship.
The language is also bothering me a little but maybe it's a distraction: the idea that the men are "choosing" white women over woc implies it is a more conscious choice than it probably is. I don't believe men are generally surrounded by a group of women all fighting for his attention while he sits back and and consciously ranks all of them and picks the "best" one. Perhaps for the top 10% attractive men and women their dating strategies might look something like this only because so many people will think they're hot, but for the rest of us, the 90% I don't think it's true.
It's also implying that women, especially woc, lack agency in finding a partner and I don't think that's fully true. I understand dating still isn't fully safe for women but women can do better than sitting around and waiting for a hot guy to "choose" them. Women can ask the man out. Women can take the initiative to at least talk to a large number of men if they choose and see which ones bite. I don't think a world where men are sitting back and just "choosing" women is real, or an ideal, even if the choosing appears to be more racially fair.
Finally, I this might be a very bad take. Maybe all of what I've said is. But is it possible that women are just horrible at taking rejection? Men generally are the pursuers in modern dating and we need to learn to take rejection. It's not easy. And the messaging we send towards men is to be resilient, not take it personally, keep trying and you will find the one. It's about game and confidence, and about introspection and understanding your strengths and weaknesses and working on yourself, not blaming the women who rejected you or the men who have an easier time dating than you.
I just don't believe that we send similar messaging to women and while men still have a large learning curve to overcome with dating, is it possible that women do as well? I don't believe we should racially gaslight. It's valid and fine to acknowledge that your race is possibly holding you back in dating. But I think teaching women to handle rejection the way we're teaching men to might be a step in the right direction. I wonder this because when I see women complaining about rejection, it comes across with the same sort of entitlement as I often see in men who do the same. The difference is that we aren't helping our female friends in the right way in my opinion and instead we are just enabling the idea that they are perfect and it's society and men who are at fault because they got rejected.
Sorry if my take is out of touch. I'm here to learn. I consider myself on the right side of most issues nowadays but I find it difficult to simply side with the woc on this one when it comes to dating. I believe that even in a fully racially equal society we will still see bias towards same - race couples as cultural background, values and upbringing will still play a part. And if people prefer to date within their race for those reasons, black, Asian or white people, I think it's fine and valid.
I know I wrote a lot but I just intend to give an insight to my thought processes as perhaps that way it's easier for a reader to say "here is where you are thinking wrong, and I think you should interpret it this way instead". I don't mean to be preachy or just spew my opinion or anything.

Hi everyone, a family member is due to travel with me to London on Monday but her renewed passport hasn't arrived desoite being ordered in February. She was told by the passport office that it was in the post before the June bank holiday, but only just got the tracking number to work and can see it won't be processed til the 20th, too late for our trip.
In short, has anyone had success/hassle travelling by air or ferry to UK with an expired passport? We're getting worried, despite being told by British Airways that it should be ok, we don't have that in writing, and a different customer service person was beyond unhelpful when we wanted to double check that the information we got was correct. Irish Ferries customer service said a birth cert would be an alternative but she doesn't have a copy.
She has an expired Irish biometric passport (expired in 2020) and it's mentioned on gov.uk website and on BA website that a valid passport is not required and that UK government information states that an expired passport can be used to enter the UK. She doesn't old any other valid photo ID as she doesn't drive so no drivers licence. She has an expired Irish Public Services Card (from Dept of Social Protection) with photo, name, PPS number. This card also has an expiry date of 2020.
Does anyone have experience being allowed on a flight to UK with an expired passport (please name airlines if so) or on the ferry?
Are we just setting ourselves up for disappointment? Any information would be hugely appreciated. Thanks.

PART SIXTY-FIVE
[Previous Part] [Beginning]
Whether it was a snow half-orc thing or because Felipe was the chief and in better control of himself, his rage, as he surged to the nearest tree and tore it to pieces, then ripped it out by its massive roots and beat it all into kindling (roaring the whole time), was the extent of his outpouring. Part of me felt sorry for the tree, but better it than us.
Tarq maintained a protective stance half a step ahead of me, tensing when Felipe began punching into the frozen soil, but within a minute or two, with both hands pressed into the ground, he leaned over the top of them and stilled.
In the past, half-orcs had been known to rage for hours … sometimes days, depending on the slight. When Felipe turned to us, his eyes were red with unshed tears. “Where is he?” he asked, his voice thick and gravelly.
“With the rest of my party, having his first meal. He’s scared, Felipe. We haven’t questioned him yet, except to learn his name is Shobi, and even that’s more a play on the slave designation they gave him. Snow-Half-Orc-Eight-One … and a few other numbers.”
Felipe frowned. “They’ve got more than half-orcs,” he said without hesitation.
I nodded in agreement. “I thought as much too. Why allocate the species in the brand unless you have others that are different?”
“Are you going to tell Gimweren?”
“I’ll let her know of the possibility. More to the point, you know your people better than I do. Should we let your troops know now or hold off in the hopes that they don’t locate the slave pits? How you were able to contain your rage just then was impressive, but neither place will be a good time to lose so many snow half-orcs to a war craze.”
Felipe looked away from me, palming his braid with both hands thoughtfully. “We get angry, but we don’t do the psychotic rage like our green-skinned cousins,” he said, which coincided with what I knew of the battle-grain debacle of the past. “And we are just settling in for the night. I’ll speak to the boy first, then talk to a small group of my people. Once they have accepted the situation, I’ll have them move out to notify the others. Hopefully, most, if not all of my people, will be apprised of the situation by morning.”
“Shobi is understandably very nervous. Do you need another few minutes to clear your head properly, or are you good to go?”
His lips pinched as he thought about it, then turned to a brand new tree and punched his fist dead centre through it up to his bicep. “Okay,” he declared after extracting his arm as if he were pulling it through water. “I’m good now.”
I dismantled the opaque sound-blister I had created around us and led him back to our area, showing him where the opening in our protection dome was. He paused at the human-sized entrance he and the other half-orcs could pass through. “You’re very scary, Emeron. You know that, right?”
“Sorry?”
He flicked a finger at the opening. “I had no idea this spell could be modified like this.”
To me, it wasn’t a modification. Not like the ones I was actively avoiding to side-step a potentially cataclysmic event like blending chain lightning and fireballs to create a firestorm. This was more like having a thousand troops in front of me and ordering nine hundred to turn left and use their shield to form a testudo, leaving the other one hundred as they were. I lifted my left shoulder, uttered a dismissive sound, and went inside.
Felipe followed, losing all interest in me and my magical ability as his eyes zeroed in on the boy tucked in behind the opening where no prying eyes would see him. Shobi had his head covered by a blanket, with another wrapped around his waist, still eating whatever rations my friends had found in my pack while I’d been away talking to Felipe. What stunned me was the sight of Milo chopping up my vegetables into fine cubes with the speed and grace of a professional chef. He caught me staring at him and lifted his knife just enough to point at Shobi.
I’m not entirely sure why I thought Milo couldn’t cook. Perhaps it was because the roles in his shire were so gender defined or because he’d never offered to before. But that skill with a blade didn’t come from butchering prey, and it was a story I made a mental note to ask him for as soon as I got the opportunity.
Felipe swivelled on his heel to face the boy and then dropped to his knees, his eyes taking in the gaunt features of a man-child who’d probably never had a real meal in his life. “Do you understand me?” he asked.
The boy’s eyes were so wide it would have been comical if it wasn’t so tragic as they took in every facet of the man kneeling before him before returning to his face and nodding silently.
“Do you speak?”
Shobi swallowed heavily and nodded again.
“Do you know who your parents are?”
Instead of answering, the boy reached out one hand and gingerly touched the leather bracer of Felipe’s armour. Felipe turned his hand, allowing the boy to trace his fingers across the seams and down onto his battle-hardened palms. “You fight,” he said, looking up at Felipe’s face.
“When I have to,” Felipe agreed. “And as of now, I will fight for you.”
The boy’s eyes immediately filled with tears. “I don’ wancha t’ die.”
It was more than the boy had ever said before, and I could already hear the differences in the dialogue. Shobi’s was more like the regular half-orc.
Felipe’s lips twitched into a forced smile. “I don’t plan on doing it anytime soon either, son. But those people who did this to you?” He lifted his hand to push back the blanket covering the boy’s head, and I watched the pain that danced across his face as the short hair, then the branding as the boy leaned forward, came into view. “I will end them all for this.” His tone had dropped to something I felt belonged on the other side of the gates of hell.
Shobi started to shudder. A little at first, but then more violently as Felipe’s words sank in. “No. No!” he insisted, his small frame shaking with determination. “Run. Flee! Hide! Free!” He gripped Felipe’s forearm, desperate to convey that message.
With his free hand, Felipe reached over his shoulder and drew one of his two swords, pointing it tip down and to the side where Shobi could see it. “We are not unarmed,” he said in his most assertive voice.
If anything, the sight of the sword made Shobi even more frantic. “NO!” he insisted, rising to his feet and pulling Felipe to his. “You not win! You not! Run! Run or we die!”
“My gun says we can,” I said, using their distraction to unsheathe my light weapon and hold it towards the roof of our dome with my finger nowhere near the trigger. I watched as Shobi’s eyes went wide with recognition, which confirmed what I’d thought. The Consitors also had light weapons. “That’s right, Shobi. We have them too.”
I saw his eyes drop to my gloved wrist and knew what he was looking for. “I am not one of them,” I promised. “And this is Chief Felipe. We’re here to free everyone, and we’re not leaving until we do.” It may not have been on my original agenda, but now that I knew about it, it was damn well up near the top of my to-do list, coming in just under the evisceration of the Consitor infiltrators. “And we have the numbers to do it. What we don’t have, is what you know. You escaped, Shobi. You got out. And now you need to tell us how you did that so we can use it to our advantage.”
“Emeron,” Felipe said, so softly I almost didn’t catch it.
“Yes?”
“I want my people to see Shobi as he is, but once that is done, would you please heal him?”
I looked between him and the boy. “I’m not sure what you’re asking,” I admitted. “He’s not in great health, but he’s not …”
“Could you heal his scalp and then grow his hair so that he never has to see himself like this again?”
I breathed out slowly. “Healing the burnt tissue is something any defence mage can do, however forcing one aspect of someone to age faster than normal, which is essentially what you’re asking me to do—that I’m not so sure of. I wouldn’t want to risk accidentally aging the boy as well.”
Felipe’s nose screwed up in annoyance. “Is that a light weapon?” he asked, finally noticing my gun.
“Yes,” I nodded. “And it is connected to me and me alone. If anyone else were to try and use it, they would die.”
“Yuh, yuh!” Shobi agreed, nodding emphatically. “They scream, fly apart and poof. Gone. Bad! Very bad!”
That was something I didn’t know, and Shobi was apparently speaking from experience. “When did you see it happen?”
Shobi’s gaze dropped to the floor. “Masters drop guns. Good vermins get food. Vermins who use them…”
I sheathed my gun while Felipe’s attention was on the boy, then snapped my fingers twice for both of their attention. “Vermins?” I tried very hard to keep the censure out of my tone, but the way Shobi’s head dipped low, I hadn’t been overly successful.
I watched Shobi patting himself on the chest while his other hand squeezed Felipe’s wrist. He then pointed out Milo, Thalien, Lanna and Tarq before he stopped and stared hard at Shay-Lee since our resident half-elf looked more human except for her slightly pointed ears.
“Her too,” I growled, for again, his twisted worldview confirmed much. Vermins? I would not show these Consitor dogs any mercy at all. The extent of my mercy went to how quickly that ship of theirs was destroyed. I saw Felipe’s jaw clench and knew we were of the same mind there.
“Alright,” I said, releasing the breath I hadn’t realised I’d been holding. “This is how we’re going to proceed. Felipe, you bring up to speed only those who were at that first meeting in Tetorli. I’ll come with you and erect another opaque sound blister so their various reactions won’t be seen by others. Thalien, you and Lanna go to Gimweren and speak to those she had at that same meeting. We’ll reconvene here after that, and Shobi can tell us what we need to know about getting into Jinis Ridge.”
I waited just long enough for everyone to agree to my directions, then continued, “This will be the first time we’ll have information on what’s going on inside Jinis Ridge, but Shobi is young and clearly exhausted, so we won’t be pushing him too hard for details tonight. We’ll get what we can and pick it up again in the morning, but not before you and Gimweren spread the word that we’ll be camping an extra day here.”
“We’re only a day’s ride from Cerro Nexo,” Shay Lee quickly argued. “Why not ride there with him and have this discussion with the elves too?”
Thalien hummed in agreement, and in fairness, I could see the merits of their argument. Ironically, ten years ago, I’d have done just that and to hell with what the boy had endured. “Because I’m not about to force this young man back towards the one place he’s just killed himself to escape from. He got this far all by himself, and although I plan on winning this war, there will be casualties. He will NOT be amongst them. We’ll draw all the information we can from him, and then we’ll get him the hell out of here.”
I felt Shobi’s eyes on me, and when I turned, Felipe had his hand on the boy’s shoulder, squeezing gently. “Is that what you wish? To be safe, far, far from here?” he asked. Shobi nodded so hard I thought his neck was going to snap. “Very well. I have fighters outside. Many men and women who will die to protect you. Once you’ve told us everything you can about your …err… where you were,” —like me, Felipe would rather gargle crushed glass than speak of the slave pits to Shobi— “They’ll take you far away, to our home in the south. Thousands of us are there. You’ve been so brave to come this far, and I promise you, with everything in me and our people, you’ll never be alone again.”
Tears welled in Shobi’s eyes, and without warning, he lurched forward and wrapped his arms around Felipe’s neck, burying his face against his throat. Felipe tipped backwards under the unexpected impact, but Tarq’s reflexes had him standing behind the snow half-orc chief, supporting Felipe’s back with his legs.
The second blanket fell away at the sudden movement, reminding me he was dressed only in a leather loincloth. Felipe closed his eyes and angled his head against Shobi’s, curling his arms around the younger man’s trembling body. Now and again, his hand would travel up to Shobi’s back to cup his shaved head, only to change direction before coming into contact with the brand.
I stared at Felipe’s clothing, knowing there weren’t any class distinctions between him and what his people wore, and commanded the dust dots to create an exact copy of it in Shobi’s size. Truthfully, I should’ve done this before, but better late than never. Included in that order were the boots and whatever passed for snow half-orc underwear. Yes, it would mean every nick, tear and stain in the chief’s clothes would be replicated in the smaller size, but better that than botching something more fundamental.
The dust dots whirled, creating something from nothing until they had everything piled neatly on my outstretched hand. Except for the boots on top, the dots had even gone to the trouble of putting it in the order that it would be donned.
Poor Shobi had never worn clothes, and as soon as Felipe pulled each piece into place, the boy tugged and picked at the hems and seams. He was delighted to be rid of the loincloth, though. That he threw straight into the fire.
I tried very hard not to react to something like that and our food being within the same proximity. At least it had been cleaned, thanks to Lanna; otherwise, we’d probably all be gagging on the stench that would quickly follow.
The boots were the most challenging thing for him to adapt to. His ankles rolled with each step, and sheer pride kept him upright. “They pinch my toes,” he complained to Felipe, his new hero.
“Your toes have spread from not wearing shoes. Even now, look,” the big man explained, putting his booted foot down beside Shobi’s. “Yours are wider in the toe than mine because those boots were made specifically for you. They fit fine.”
Shobi squinted, realising his were at least an inch wider, despite the rest of the boot being two-thirds of Felipe’s. Shobi’s feet were more like that of a regular half-orc, probably for the same reason.
When Felipe and I went to leave to speak to the other snow half-orcs, Shobi clung to Felipe’s hand and all but wrapped himself around the chief’s arm. Nothing either of us said could convince him to let go.
“My people will not be happy to learn you have been treated like an animal,” Felipe tried to explain for the hundredth time. “I don’t want them to frighten you when they start throwing things to vent their anger.”
“You be here?” Shobi asked, somehow interlocking their fingers even as he pointed to where Chief Felipe stood.
“Of course.”
“I hide behind you.”
Felipe snorted, and I had to smirk as well. That wasn’t precisely what Felipe had meant, but it seemed Shobi had chosen himself a champion. “Nothing untoward will ever touch you again as long as I breathe, boy. Count on that.”
Shobi pressed his forehead into Felipe’s upper bicep, and Felipe’s jaw tensed as our eyes met, both of us silently wishing we could purge all that had happened to the youngster. It didn’t take a genius to realise it would take magic and a crowbar to separate them, either.
“Okay,” I said, coming up with a new plan on the fly. I hid my hand inside my jacket and had the dust dots craft me a quilted coif in Shobi’s size, having it appear in my hidden hand. From there, I went over to the boy and slid it over his head to hide his brand, and when his head lifted to see what I was doing, I tied the strings under his chin. “Leave that on,” I said as he went to touch the fabric. My eyes then went to Felipe. “Once those at this meeting have seen the brand, Thalien and Milo will remove the boy and repair his scalp. Time will grow his hair out, but at least he won’t have that brand beyond tonight.”
I put my hand on Shobi’s cheek and guided his face to look at me. “Have you ever seen a half-orc in a rage? When they get really, really mad?” I didn’t care how much he clung to Felipe. If this were all too new for him and the sight of his own people raging frightened him, I’d have Harmony put the boy to sleep for a few minutes while we were away.
Shobi nodded. “Sportsday.”
I really didn’t want to know what he meant by that. “Are you sure you wouldn’t rather stay here with Harmony and Liab?”
Shobi looked past me to where Harmony and her familiar sat, watching. I took the tightening grip on Felipe’s arm to mean ‘No’.
“Alright then,” I said, waving them both towards the opening. “Let’s do this.”
The snow half-orcs reacted as well as I expected, but an hour later, I had fifteen of one race and sixteen of the other sitting inside our dome. The line of myself and my friends with our backs to our fire was no different to that night in Tetorli, though this time, Felipe sat directly across from me instead of on my right. Shobi sat on his feet, his shins flush to the ground and his weight leaning sideways against Felipe. More interestingly, Felipe had draped his braid across Shobi’s shoulders with the weighted end pooled possessively in the boy’s lap. The way Shobi’s other hand caressed the braid and smiled shyly at those around him, he was nervous, but Felipe’s presence made him feel safe.
I couldn’t help but look to my left where Tarq stood, knowing that feeling very well.
“Let us see it,” Gimweren commanded, flicking her finger at the youngster.
“Do not bark orders at him, Overseer,” Felipe warned. “It is only through his bravery that you are now aware that they could very well have the young of your kind in there as slaves too.”
“They do,” Shobi answered, looking up at his hero. “They have all vermins.”
Gimweren met Felipe’s eyes, but then she drew in a deep breath and held it for several seconds before dipping her head in a silent nod. I noticed several of the warriors on both sides had dragged their hands through the frozen ground to control their tempers, partially due to the boy’s presence but also because they were under my roof, which was where they wanted to stay. “Alright, lad. When you’re ready, please take off the coif and twist around so we can see what those animals did to you.”
Even though I’d seen it before, looking at the seared flesh and burnt bone, my stomach roiled, and no less than three dwarves rose to their feet. “Boy,” they all shouted at once. If it weren’t for the concern in their eyes, I would’ve ordered them back to their seats.
“Shobi,” Felipe corrected.
“Shobi,” the dwarf closest to me repeated while the other two retook their seats in deference to him. “Would you allow me to fix that for you right now? I’m Overseer Gimweren’s personal defence mage. Do you know what that is?”
Shobi leaned harder against Felipe and shook his head.
“Among other things, I’m a magical healer, and I’m begging you to let me take that scar away. Please?”
Shobi looked at me, and when I rolled my hand to give him the choice, he looked up at Felipe. “They won’t hurt you, son,” he promised.
The son part was new.
“I’m assuming no one needs to see it again?” the male defence mage ran his eye along both sides, almost daring anyone to argue with him. Unsurprisingly, no one did. The dwarf then moved to stand directly in front of Shobi and knelt in front of him.
We all waited while the defence mage completed the sequence that would make the dust dots repair the physical damage. It only took a minute. “There,” he said with a smile, reaching forward to touch the back of Shobi’s head. I couldn’t see Shobi’s reaction since the dwarf stood between us, but I could picture it, especially when the defence mage continued on. “The snow half-orcs have always looked after their own, but you have my vow now to add to that. Anyone who comes at you must go through me first.”
“AYE!” “Hear, hear!” the line of dwarves cried in unison. Even Gimweren added her shout to the cry.
I looked back at my friends and saw Harmony and Lanna clasping their hands to their chests, both fighting the tears that banked in their eyes, and I could appreciate the sentiment. The boy had won the respect and loyalty of not one army but two.
For the next hour, Shobi told us in his limited dialect about his life in the slave pits of Jinis Ridge. Many of his explanations required physical prompting when words failed him, but no one spoke to contradict or interrupt him. If he was to be believed, he wasn’t a captured prisoner turned slave like I thought. He’d been born in the pits from parents who’d been brought together for the specific purpose of breeding.
And as I listened to his tale, I thought about our own slave trade and realised his story probably wasn’t that different to so many others. The palace didn’t have slaves; only a few of the capital’s population kept them, but they weren’t outlawed.
In fact, people in certain provinces made good coin peddling in flesh. I myself had parted with a significant sum of money to buy Harmony’s freedom when she’d been taken, and I hadn’t thought to ask myself why I had even allowed it to happen in the first place. The slaves were former citizens whose citizenship was stripped from them by others who were only citizens themselves. A collar and a brand were all that separated an imperial citizen and a slave, and we had allowed that to happen.
No … I had allowed that to happen.
It was a startling wake-up call to realise the only difference between the two types of slavers was their place of origin. That if the Consitors were Imperials, we wouldn’t be so up in arms about them enslaving people.
I glanced at where Felipe sat protectively at Shobi’s side and knew I had to amend that. The snow half-orcs were the exception. No one had ever taken a snow half-orc as a slave before that I knew of.
I felt a hand on each of my shoulders and knew without looking that one belonged to Harmony and the other to Milo. Tarq always knew what I was thinking, but those two had the uncanny knack of knowing instinctively what I was feeling, and right then, it wasn’t good. I hadn’t protected all of my people—only some of them.
When this was all over, I knew I’d be discussing this at length with Roald, and I wouldn’t stop until he agreed to make a proclamation outlawing slavery within our borders. Some livelihoods would suffer, but on the whole, we didn’t need slaves. They were simply convenient. Buying someone outright instead of paying a daily wage was easier.
Depending on how wound up I got, I might even push for a total ban on slaves within the empire, including any overseas visitors.
Leave them home, or watch them be taken from you and freed.
I liked the sound of that.
Perhaps I was getting too emotionally invested, but what was the point of being the Emperor’s Shadow if I couldn’t do what should’ve already been done to safeguard not just the majority of my people but each and every imperial citizen? Slaves, before they were enslaved, would have paid their taxes too, which should have given them certain protections, and I had seriously fallen down on the job there.
Not anymore.
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PART SIXTY-FIVE
[Previous Part] [Beginning]
Whether it was a snow half-orc thing or because Felipe was the chief and in better control of himself, his rage, as he surged to the nearest tree and tore it to pieces, then ripped it out by its massive roots and beat it all into kindling (roaring the whole time), was the extent of his outpouring. Part of me felt sorry for the tree, but better it than us.
Tarq maintained a protective stance half a step ahead of me, tensing when Felipe began punching into the frozen soil, but within a minute or two, with both hands pressed into the ground, he leaned over the top of them and stilled.
In the past, half-orcs had been known to rage for hours … sometimes days, depending on the slight. When Felipe turned to us, his eyes were red with unshed tears. “Where is he?” he asked, his voice thick and gravelly.
“With the rest of my party, having his first meal. He’s scared, Felipe. We haven’t questioned him yet, except to learn his name is Shobi, and even that’s more a play on the slave designation they gave him. Snow-Half-Orc-Eight-One … and a few other numbers.”
Felipe frowned. “They’ve got more than half-orcs,” he said without hesitation.
I nodded in agreement. “I thought as much too. Why allocate the species in the brand unless you have others that are different?”
“Are you going to tell Gimweren?”
“I’ll let her know of the possibility. More to the point, you know your people better than I do. Should we let your troops know now or hold off in the hopes that they don’t locate the slave pits? How you were able to contain your rage just then was impressive, but neither place will be a good time to lose so many snow half-orcs to a war craze.”
Felipe looked away from me, palming his braid with both hands thoughtfully. “We get angry, but we don’t do the psychotic rage like our green-skinned cousins,” he said, which coincided with what I knew of the battle-grain debacle of the past. “And we are just settling in for the night. I’ll speak to the boy first, then talk to a small group of my people. Once they have accepted the situation, I’ll have them move out to notify the others. Hopefully, most, if not all of my people, will be apprised of the situation by morning.”
“Shobi is understandably very nervous. Do you need another few minutes to clear your head properly, or are you good to go?”
His lips pinched as he thought about it, then turned to a brand new tree and punched his fist dead centre through it up to his bicep. “Okay,” he declared after extracting his arm as if he were pulling it through water. “I’m good now.”
I dismantled the opaque sound-blister I had created around us and led him back to our area, showing him where the opening in our protection dome was. He paused at the human-sized entrance he and the other half-orcs could pass through. “You’re very scary, Emeron. You know that, right?”
“Sorry?”
He flicked a finger at the opening. “I had no idea this spell could be modified like this.”
To me, it wasn’t a modification. Not like the ones I was actively avoiding to side-step a potentially cataclysmic event like blending chain lightning and fireballs to create a firestorm. This was more like having a thousand troops in front of me and ordering nine hundred to turn left and use their shield to form a testudo, leaving the other one hundred as they were. I lifted my left shoulder, uttered a dismissive sound, and went inside.
Felipe followed, losing all interest in me and my magical ability as his eyes zeroed in on the boy tucked in behind the opening where no prying eyes would see him. Shobi had his head covered by a blanket, with another wrapped around his waist, still eating whatever rations my friends had found in my pack while I’d been away talking to Felipe. What stunned me was the sight of Milo chopping up my vegetables into fine cubes with the speed and grace of a professional chef. He caught me staring at him and lifted his knife just enough to point at Shobi.
I’m not entirely sure why I thought Milo couldn’t cook. Perhaps it was because the roles in his shire were so gender defined or because he’d never offered to before. But that skill with a blade didn’t come from butchering prey, and it was a story I made a mental note to ask him for as soon as I got the opportunity.
Felipe swivelled on his heel to face the boy and then dropped to his knees, his eyes taking in the gaunt features of a man-child who’d probably never had a real meal in his life. “Do you understand me?” he asked.
The boy’s eyes were so wide it would have been comical if it wasn’t so tragic as they took in every facet of the man kneeling before him before returning to his face and nodding silently.
“Do you speak?”
Shobi swallowed heavily and nodded again.
“Do you know who your parents are?”
Instead of answering, the boy reached out one hand and gingerly touched the leather bracer of Felipe’s armour. Felipe turned his hand, allowing the boy to trace his fingers across the seams and down onto his battle-hardened palms. “You fight,” he said, looking up at Felipe’s face.
“When I have to,” Felipe agreed. “And as of now, I will fight for you.”
The boy’s eyes immediately filled with tears. “I don’ wancha t’ die.”
It was more than the boy had ever said before, and I could already hear the differences in the dialogue. Shobi’s was more like the regular half-orc.
Felipe’s lips twitched into a forced smile. “I don’t plan on doing it anytime soon either, son. But those people who did this to you?” He lifted his hand to push back the blanket covering the boy’s head, and I watched the pain that danced across his face as the short hair, then the branding as the boy leaned forward, came into view. “I will end them all for this.” His tone had dropped to something I felt belonged on the other side of the gates of hell.
Shobi started to shudder. A little at first, but then more violently as Felipe’s words sank in. “No. No!” he insisted, his small frame shaking with determination. “Run. Flee! Hide! Free!” He gripped Felipe’s forearm, desperate to convey that message.
With his free hand, Felipe reached over his shoulder and drew one of his two swords, pointing it tip down and to the side where Shobi could see it. “We are not unarmed,” he said in his most assertive voice.
If anything, the sight of the sword made Shobi even more frantic. “NO!” he insisted, rising to his feet and pulling Felipe to his. “You not win! You not! Run! Run or we die!”
“My gun says we can,” I said, using their distraction to unsheathe my light weapon and hold it towards the roof of our dome with my finger nowhere near the trigger. I watched as Shobi’s eyes went wide with recognition, which confirmed what I’d thought. The Consitors also had light weapons. “That’s right, Shobi. We have them too.”
I saw his eyes drop to my gloved wrist and knew what he was looking for. “I am not one of them,” I promised. “And this is Chief Felipe. We’re here to free everyone, and we’re not leaving until we do.” It may not have been on my original agenda, but now that I knew about it, it was damn well up near the top of my to-do list, coming in just under the evisceration of the Consitor infiltrators. “And we have the numbers to do it. What we don’t have, is what you know. You escaped, Shobi. You got out. And now you need to tell us how you did that so we can use it to our advantage.”
“Emeron,” Felipe said, so softly I almost didn’t catch it.
“Yes?”
“I want my people to see Shobi as he is, but once that is done, would you please heal him?”
I looked between him and the boy. “I’m not sure what you’re asking,” I admitted. “He’s not in great health, but he’s not …”
“Could you heal his scalp and then grow his hair so that he never has to see himself like this again?”
I breathed out slowly. “Healing the burnt tissue is something any defence mage can do, however forcing one aspect of someone to age faster than normal, which is essentially what you’re asking me to do—that I’m not so sure of. I wouldn’t want to risk accidentally aging the boy as well.”
Felipe’s nose screwed up in annoyance. “Is that a light weapon?” he asked, finally noticing my gun.
“Yes,” I nodded. “And it is connected to me and me alone. If anyone else were to try and use it, they would die.”
“Yuh, yuh!” Shobi agreed, nodding emphatically. “They scream, fly apart and poof. Gone. Bad! Very bad!”
That was something I didn’t know, and Shobi was apparently speaking from experience. “When did you see it happen?”
Shobi’s gaze dropped to the floor. “Masters drop guns. Good Vermins get food. Vermins who use them…”
I sheathed my gun while Felipe’s attention was on the boy, then snapped my fingers twice for both of their attention. “Vermins?” I tried very hard to keep the censure out of my tone, but the way Shobi’s head dipped low, I hadn’t been overly successful.
I watched Shobi patting himself on the chest while his other hand squeezed Felipe’s wrist. He then pointed out Milo, Thalien, Lanna and Tarq before he stopped and stared hard at Shay-Lee since our resident half-elf looked more human except for her slightly pointed ears.
“Her too,” I growled, for again, his twisted worldview confirmed much. Vermins? I would not show these Consitor dogs any mercy at all. The extent of my mercy went to how quickly that ship of theirs was destroyed. I saw Felipe’s jaw clench and knew we were of the same mind there.
“Alright,” I said, releasing the breath I hadn’t realised I’d been holding. “This is how we’re going to proceed. Felipe, you bring up to speed only those who were at that first meeting in Tetorli. I’ll come with you and erect another opaque sound blister so their various reactions won’t be seen by others. Thalien, you and Lanna go to Gimweren and speak to those she had at that same meeting. We’ll reconvene here after that, and Shobi can tell us what we need to know about getting into Jinis Ridge.”
I waited just long enough for everyone to agree to my directions, then continued, “This will be the first time we’ll have information on what’s going on inside Jinis Ridge, but Shobi is young and clearly exhausted, so we won’t be pushing him too hard for details tonight. We’ll get what we can and pick it up again in the morning, but not before you and Gimweren spread the word that we’ll be camping an extra day here.”
“We’re only a day’s ride from Cerro Nexo,” Shay Lee quickly argued. “Why not ride there with him and have this discussion with the elves too?”
Thalien hummed in agreement, and in fairness, I could see the merits of their argument. Ironically, ten years ago, I’d have done just that and to hell with what the boy had endured. “Because I’m not about to force this young man back towards the one place he’s just killed himself to escape from. He got this far all by himself, and although I plan on winning this war, there will be casualties. He will NOT be amongst them. We’ll draw all the information we can from him, and then we’ll get him the hell out of here.”
I felt Shobi’s eyes on me, and when I turned, Felipe had his hand on the boy’s shoulder, squeezing gently. “Is that what you wish? To be safe, far, far from here?” he asked. Shobi nodded so hard I thought his neck was going to snap. “Very well. I have fighters outside. Many men and women who will die to protect you. Once you’ve told us everything you can about your …err… where you were,” —like me, Felipe would rather gargle crushed glass than speak of the slave pits to Shobi— “They’ll take you far away, to our home in the south. Thousands of us are there. You’ve been so brave to come this far, and I promise you, with everything in me and our people, you’ll never be alone again.”
Tears welled in Shobi’s eyes, and without warning, he lurched forward and wrapped his arms around Felipe’s neck, burying his face against his throat. Felipe tipped backwards under the unexpected impact, but Tarq’s reflexes had him standing behind the snow half-orc chief, supporting Felipe’s back with his legs.
The second blanket fell away at the sudden movement, reminding me he was dressed only in a leather loincloth. Felipe closed his eyes and angled his head against Shobi’s, curling his arms around the younger man’s trembling body. Now and again, his hand would travel up to Shobi’s back to cup his shaved head, only to change direction before coming into contact with the brand.
I stared at Felipe’s clothing, knowing there weren’t any class distinctions between him and what his people wore, and commanded the dust dots to create an exact copy of it in Shobi’s size. Truthfully, I should’ve done this before, but better late than never. Included in that order were the boots and whatever passed for snow half-orc underwear. Yes, it would mean every nick, tear and stain in the chief’s clothes would be replicated in the smaller size, but better that than botching something more fundamental.
The dust dots whirled, creating something from nothing until they had everything piled neatly on my outstretched hand. Except for the boots on top, the dots had even gone to the trouble of putting it in the order that it would be donned.
Poor Shobi had never worn clothes, and as soon as Felipe pulled each piece into place, the boy tugged and picked at the hems and seams. He was delighted to be rid of the loincloth, though. That he threw straight into the fire.
I tried very hard not to react to something like that and our food being within the same proximity. At least it had been cleaned, thanks to Lanna; otherwise, we’d probably all be gagging on the stench that would quickly follow.
The boots were the most challenging thing for him to adapt to. His ankles rolled with each step, and sheer pride kept him upright. “They pinch my toes,” he complained to Felipe, his new hero.
“Your toes have spread from not wearing shoes. Even now, look,” the big man explained, putting his booted foot down beside Shobi’s. “Yours are wider in the toe than mine because those boots were made specifically for you. They fit fine.”
Shobi squinted, realising his were at least an inch wider, despite the rest of the boot being two-thirds of Felipe’s. Shobi’s feet were more like that of a regular half-orc, probably for the same reason.
When Felipe and I went to leave to speak to the other snow half-orcs, Shobi clung to Felipe’s hand and all but wrapped himself around the chief’s arm. Nothing either of us said could convince him to let go.
“My people will not be happy to learn you have been treated like an animal,” Felipe tried to explain for the hundredth time. “I don’t want them to frighten you when they start throwing things to vent their anger.”
“You be here?” Shobi asked, somehow interlocking their fingers even as he pointed to where Chief Felipe stood.
“Of course.”
“I hide behind you.”
Felipe snorted, and I had to smirk as well. That wasn’t precisely what Felipe had meant, but it seemed Shobi had chosen himself a champion. “Nothing untoward will ever touch you again as long as I breathe, boy. Count on that.”
Shobi pressed his forehead into Felipe’s upper bicep, and Felipe’s jaw tensed as our eyes met, both of us silently wishing we could purge all that had happened to the youngster. It didn’t take a genius to realise it would take magic and a crowbar to separate them, either.
“Okay,” I said, coming up with a new plan on the fly. I hid my hand inside my jacket and had the dust dots craft me a quilted coif in Shobi’s size, having it appear in my hidden hand. From there, I went over to the boy and slid it over his head to hide his brand, and when his head lifted to see what I was doing, I tied the strings under his chin. “Leave that on,” I said as he went to touch the fabric. My eyes then went to Felipe. “Once those at this meeting have seen the brand, Thalien and Milo will remove the boy and repair his scalp. Time will grow his hair out, but at least he won’t have that brand beyond tonight.”
I put my hand on Shobi’s cheek and guided his face to look at me. “Have you ever seen a half-orc in a rage? When they get really, really mad?” I didn’t care how much he clung to Felipe. If this were all too new for him and the sight of his own people raging frightened him, I’d have Harmony put the boy to sleep for a few minutes while we were away.
Shobi nodded. “Sportsday.”
I really didn’t want to know what he meant by that. “Are you sure you wouldn’t rather stay here with Harmony and Liab?”
Shobi looked past me to where Harmony and her familiar sat, watching. I took the tightening grip on Felipe’s arm to mean ‘No’.
“Alright then,” I said, waving them both towards the opening. “Let’s do this.”
The snow half-orcs reacted as well as I expected, but an hour later, I had fifteen of one race and sixteen of the other sitting inside our dome. The line of myself and my friends with our backs to our fire was no different to that night in Tetorli, though this time, Felipe sat directly across from me instead of on my right. Shobi sat on his feet, his shins flush to the ground and his weight leaning sideways against Felipe. More interestingly, Felipe had draped his braid across Shobi’s shoulders with the weighted end pooled possessively in the boy’s lap. The way Shobi’s other hand caressed the braid and smiled shyly at those around him, he was nervous, but Felipe’s presence made him feel safe.
I couldn’t help but look to my left where Tarq stood, knowing that feeling very well.
“Let us see it,” Gimweren commanded, flicking her finger at the youngster.
“Do not bark orders at him, Overseer,” Felipe warned. “It is only through his bravery that you are now aware that they could very well have the young of your kind in there as slaves too.”
“They do,” Shobi answered, looking up at his hero. “They have all vermins.”
Gimweren met Felipe’s eyes, but then she drew in a deep breath and held it for several seconds before dipping her head in a silent nod. I noticed several of the warriors on both sides had dragged their hands through the frozen ground to control their tempers, partially due to the boy’s presence but also because they were under my roof, which was where they wanted to stay. “Alright, lad. When you’re ready, please take off the coif and twist around so we can see what those animals did to you.”
Even though I’d seen it before, looking at the seared flesh and burnt bone, my stomach roiled, and no less than three dwarves rose to their feet. “Boy,” they all shouted at once. If it weren’t for the concern in their eyes, I would’ve ordered them back to their seats.
“Shobi,” Felipe corrected.
“Shobi,” the dwarf closest to me repeated while the other two retook their seats in deference to him. “Would you allow me to fix that for you right now? I’m Overseer Gimweren’s personal defence mage. Do you know what that is?”
Shobi leaned harder against Felipe and shook his head.
“Among other things, I’m a magical healer, and I’m begging you to let me take that scar away. Please?”
Shobi looked at me, and when I rolled my hand to give him the choice, he looked up at Felipe. “They won’t hurt you, son,” he promised.
The son part was new.
“I’m assuming no one needs to see it again?” the male defence mage ran his eye along both sides, almost daring anyone to argue with him. Unsurprisingly, no one did. The dwarf then moved to stand directly in front of Shobi and knelt in front of him.
We all waited while the defence mage completed the sequence that would make the dust dots repair the physical damage. It only took a minute. “There,” he said with a smile, reaching forward to touch the back of Shobi’s head. I couldn’t see Shobi’s reaction since the dwarf stood between us, but I could picture it, especially when the defence mage continued on. “The snow half-orcs have always looked after their own, but you have my vow now to add to that. Anyone who comes at you must go through me first.”
“AYE!” “Hear, hear!” the line of dwarves cried in unison. Even Gimweren added her shout to the cry.
I looked back at my friends and saw Harmony and Lanna clasping their hands to their chests, both fighting the tears that banked in their eyes, and I could appreciate the sentiment. The boy had won the respect and loyalty of not one army but two.
For the next hour, Shobi told us in his limited dialect about his life in the slave pits of Jinis Ridge. Many of his explanations required physical prompting when words failed him, but no one spoke to contradict or interrupt him. If he was to be believed, he wasn’t a captured prisoner turned slave like I thought. He’d been born in the pits from parents who’d been brought together for the specific purpose of breeding.
And as I listened to his tale, I thought about our own slave trade and realised his story probably wasn’t that different to so many others. The palace didn’t have slaves; only a few of the capital’s population kept them, but they weren’t outlawed.
In fact, people in certain provinces made good coin peddling in flesh. I myself had parted with a significant sum of money to buy Harmony’s freedom when she’d been taken, and I hadn’t thought to ask myself why I had even allowed it to happen in the first place. The slaves were former citizens whose citizenship was stripped from them by others who were only citizens themselves. A collar and a brand were all that separated an imperial citizen and a slave, and we had allowed that to happen.
No … I had allowed that to happen.
It was a startling wake-up call to realise the only difference between the two types of slavers was their place of origin. That if the Consitors were Imperials, we wouldn’t be so up in arms about them enslaving people.
I glanced at where Felipe sat protectively at Shobi’s side and knew I had to amend that. The snow half-orcs were the exception. No one had ever taken a snow half-orc as a slave before that I knew of.
I felt a hand on each of my shoulders and knew without looking that one belonged to Harmony and the other to Milo. Tarq always knew what I was thinking, but those two had the uncanny knack of knowing instinctively what I was feeling, and right then, it wasn’t good. I hadn’t protected all of my people—only some of them.
When this was all over, I knew I’d be discussing this at length with Roald, and I wouldn’t stop until he agreed to make a proclamation outlawing slavery within our borders. Some livelihoods would suffer, but on the whole, we didn’t need slaves. They were simply convenient. Buying someone outright instead of paying a daily wage was easier.
Depending on how wound up I got, I might even push for a total ban on slaves within the empire, including any overseas visitors.
Leave them home, or watch them be taken from you and freed.
I liked the sound of that.
Perhaps I was getting too emotionally invested, but what was the point of being the Emperor’s Shadow if I couldn’t do what should’ve already been done to safeguard not just the majority of my people but each and every imperial citizen? Slaves, before they were enslaved, would have paid their taxes too, which should have given them certain protections, and I had seriously fallen down on the job there.
Not anymore.
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I was molested by my older sister, my family didn't offer me support except for one family member and my three friends. I could emotionally depend on my friends but only one of them would listen to me vent, let's call that one friend T.
I thought that coming out to another friend of mine would help me, let's name him J. I'm a thirteen year old and my friend is somewhere around eighteen or a bit younger. After I told him, not only was he invasive and kept on questioning if it really happened or if "-she was trying to tickle you" but also said something like "-your sister touching your vagina". This of course triggered me alot (for 2 days). I decided to block him after he acted rlly weird when he realised that T and i weren't dating though T had feelings.
I was disgusted and shared this information with T. She was upset that he talked about my trauma that way. However, I accidentally hurt her since she didn't like her feelings towards me being brought up. I apologized of course, she told me that it's fine.
Me and T are online friends and talk through text, she snapped on me twice, the second time is less significant. Once when i brought up a passion project that we were writing and how I hadn't written the main character (it has been one year since we've been writing). Mind you, the project has no deadline and is our creative dump. Her snapping on me because of it gave me severe anxiety about writing the story and I had left the conversation crying. The other time it was when I called myself a pest, jokingly. I confronted her about it and she apologized saying she isn't in the right mental space. (I didnt tell her about the fact I cried because I didn't wanna sound like a guilt tripper). I talked to her today and she brought up writing the rules for J's discord server. She had mentioned having a deep bond with him but I didn't think that she would remain friends with a guy who invalidated her friend's trauma. It has been a hard day and I can't bring myself to talk to her since all we ever talk about is sad shit because I tended to vent to her. What should I do now? She was my closest friend for 3 years.

import requests import json from urllib.parse import urlparse # Function to fetch unique songs from the Spotify chart def get_unique_songs(chart_url, start_date, end_date, access_token): # Parse the chart URL to extract country code and chart type parsed_url = urlparse(chart_url) path_parts = parsed_url.path.split('/') chart_type = "" for part in path_parts: if part.startswith('daily') or part.startswith('weekly') or part.startswith('monthly') or part.startswith('yearly'): chart_type = part break if chart_type == "": raise ValueError("Invalid Spotify chart URL") # Extract the country code query_params = parsed_url.query.split('&') country_code = "" for param in query_params: if param.startswith('country='): country_code = param.split('=')[1] break if country_code == "": raise ValueError("Invalid Spotify chart URL") # Prepare the API endpoint URL api_url = f"https://api.spotify.com/charts/v1/regional/{country_code}/{chart_type}/{start_date}-{end_date}/top?limit=50" # Make a GET request to the Spotify API with the access token headers = {"Authorization": "Bearer " + access_token} response = requests.get(api_url, headers=headers) data = response.json() # Extract unique songs with their position unique_songs = {} for idx, item in enumerate(data['data'], start=1): song_name = item['name'] if song_name not in unique_songs: unique_songs[song_name] = idx return unique_songs # Function to save the results in a text file def save_to_txt(file_name, songs): with open(file_name, 'w') as file: for song, position in songs.items(): file.write(f"{position}. {song}\n") # Main program chart_url = input("Enter the Chart URL: ") start_date = input("Enter the start date (YYYY-MM-DD): ") end_date = input("Enter the end date (YYYY-MM-DD): ") file_name = input("Enter the file name to save the results: ") access_token = input("Enter your Spotify API access token: ") unique_songs = get_unique_songs(chart_url, start_date, end_date, access_token) save_to_txt(file_name, unique_songs) print("Unique songs saved to", file_name) 

brace yourself: this is a long one. but i’ve never said this out loud, and when i’ve let out small details, no one has ever understood..
i’m diagnosed bpd (3 years ago now). some slight backstory to my situation: i (30F) have a brother (32M) who began dating my best friend (also 30F, and FP) just over 10 years ago. my entire life has felt like a comparison between my brother & i, and how much better he is than me. they asked me if i was okay with them being together, and i reluctantly said yes (being young & a people pleaser, also, if i would’ve said no, they would’ve just gone behind my back & done it anyways). so, within the year, they get pregnant & have a baby. as time goes by, relationship gets rocky, he makes HUGE mistakes, relationship ends. i support & pick up the pieces for my best friend. fast forward: they are now very “close” and are best friends. i have an extreme jealousy issue, and constantly believe they are “together” behind my back. she (my best friend) tells me that they are not together, but i don’t believe her. he works in camp, and has been home for the past few months. he stays with her, they talk 24/7, and everytime i want time with just my friend, he’s there or brought up in other ways. it’s taken a huge toll on my self esteem, as i just don’t feel good enough for them. i understand that it is a COMPLETELY different relationship, but i just want to be enough for my bestie. my family LOVES her, and i constantly feel in comparison to her. they invite her to gatherings as “my nieces mom” and i HATE it. my family teases that they are together, and they will not give straight answers. i want her to be there as MY friend, not as my brothers ex. anytime i ask someone about it, i feel extremely invalidated because “i should be supportive of their relationship”. am i out of line here? should i tell them how i feel? there’s more to the story that could be told, but i don’t want to bore you all. i’m sorry for the long post, i just can’t hold it in anymore. please help.

brace yourself: this is a long one. but i’ve never said this out loud, and when i’ve let out small details, no one has ever understood..
i’m diagnosed bpd (3 years ago now). some slight backstory to my situation: i (30F) have a brother (32M) who began dating my best friend (also 30F, and FP) just over 10 years ago. my entire life has felt like a comparison between my brother & i, and how much better he is than me. they asked me if i was okay with them being together, and i reluctantly said yes (being young & a people pleaser, also, if i would’ve said no, they would’ve just gone behind my back & done it anyways). so, within the year, they get pregnant & have a baby. as time goes by, relationship gets rocky, he makes HUGE mistakes, relationship ends. i support & pick up the pieces for my best friend. fast forward: they are now very “close” and are best friends. i have an extreme jealousy issue, and constantly believe they are “together” behind my back. she (my best friend) tells me that they are not together, but i don’t believe her. he works in camp, and has been home for the past few months. he stays with her, they talk 24/7, and everytime i want time with just my friend, he’s there or brought up in other ways. it’s taken a huge toll on my self esteem, as i just don’t feel good enough for them. i understand that it is a COMPLETELY different relationship, but i just want to be enough for my bestie. my family LOVES her, and i constantly feel in comparison to her. they invite her to gatherings as “my nieces mom” and i HATE it. my family teases that they are together, and they will not give straight answers. i want her to be there as MY friend, not as my brothers ex. anytime i ask someone about it, i feel extremely invalidated because “i should be supportive of their relationship”. am i out of line here? should i tell them how i feel? there’s more to the story that could be told, but i don’t want to bore you all. i’m sorry for the long post, i just can’t hold it in anymore. please help.

Not sire if this is the right place to post but I keep getting this error.

This site can’t provide a secure connection

www.cheathappens.com sent an invalid response.

• Try running Windows Network Diagnostics.

ERR_SSL_PROTOCOL_ERROR
I have tried turning off my firewall, clearing the cache. Not sure what happened, It just started this error 2 days ago.

I'm not sure where I should drop this question, so I'll try here.
I installed vaultwarden via Docker which includes caddy. Everything worked great, got it setup and running.
Then I decided to change the default port from 443 to another port. That also worked fine, was able to access the site.
Some months later, the SSL certificate auto generated by caddy expired, and caddy could not renew the certificate. This caused vaultwarden to completely die. Cloudflare threw an invalid SSL error (Cloudflare 526 origin cert error I think).
After looking at the logs, Lets Encrypt / ACME v2.0 was trying verify a new cert in the ./well-known folder using the default port 443, and not my modified port. So I had to change vaultwarden back to 443 and then restart the container for it to finally generate a new SSL certificate.
Is their any way around this issue? This problem means that every few months when the SSL certificate expires, I have to switch back to port 443, renew the cert, and then change the port back to my custom port. This is the first time it happened, and it took me an hour to figure out why the cert generation authorization process kept failing until I realized the port and URL.
ACME v2.0 is trying to access the cert verification via
https://mydomain.com/.well-known/acme-challenge/A93kfVa03F{...}
Even though the correct url would be:
https://mydomain.com:8443/.well-known/acme-challenge/A93kfVa03F{...}

Basically what the headline says. I saw a couples therapist for two years, and the emotional abuse in our relationship only escalated during that time. I also feel that the therapist enabled this by consistently reinforcing the idea that we both shared equal blame in everything. For example their response to my partner not wanting me to do solo activities when they wanted to spend time with me (not during date nights just your average night) was for me to schedule solo time with their approval. When my partner would insist on arguing for up to 8 hours into the morning after I begged him to stop and let me sleep, she said this behaviour was “a dance” in which we both had a part to play. Aggressive behaviour, gaslighting, emotional invalidation and dismissal all took place through out our sessions.
Of course I was unaware at the time, it was only when I had an emotional breakdown and started individual therapy that I realized what was happening. I feel like couples therapy played a huge part in normalizing all this behaviour and making me feel to blame, which is what my partner wanted. I think couples therapists should be better trained to spot this for that very reason. I understand emotional abuse can be subtle but they can be a powerful force in a relationship, a voice of authority. Apparently many couples therapists are just not informed on emotional abuse the way they should be and I find that horrifying. It feel reckless because it stands to reason that a decent percentage of their clients are probably suffering in a similar scenario.

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I don't why this error is happening. I complete everything and I think all of it is Ok. I don't know what else i have to do to fix it. In my input field of sell.html it has everything even the name:symbol in the first input tag. What do you think is the error? I will leave the HTML codes and my app.py code. It'd be appreciated if you help me. Thanks!
Check50: https://submit.cs50.io/check50/c32d9038f344cb930b7cae76539e2b5b95208942
app.py code: ```Python import os import datetime
from cs50 import SQL from flask import Flask, flash, redirect, render_template, request, session from flask_session import Session from tempfile import mkdtemp from werkzeug.security import check_password_hash, generate_password_hash
from helpers import apology, login_required, lookup, usd

Configure application

app = Flask(name)

Custom filter

app.jinja_env.filters["usd"] = usd

Configure session to use filesystem (instead of signed cookies)

app.config["SESSION_PERMANENT"] = False app.config["SESSION_TYPE"] = "filesystem" Session(app)

Configure CS50 Library to use SQLite database

db = SQL("sqlite:///finance.db")
invalid_chars = ["'", ";"]
@app.after_request def after_request(response): """Ensure responses aren't cached""" response.headers["Cache-Control"] = "no-cache, no-store, must-revalidate" response.headers["Expires"] = 0 response.headers["Pragma"] = "no-cache" return response
@app.route("/") @login_required def index(): """Show portfolio of stocks""" stocks = [] GrandTotal = 0 user_cash = db.execute("SELECT users.cash FROM users WHERE users.id = ?", session["user_id"]) if user_cash: cash = user_cash[0]['cash'] else: cash = 0 user_stocks = db.execute("SELECT stocks.symbol FROM stocks JOIN user_stocks ON user_stocks.stock_id = stocks.id JOIN users ON users.id = user_stocks.user_id WHERE users.id = ?;", session["user_id"]) if user_stocks: for stock in user_stocks: stockdata = lookup(stock['symbol']) db.execute("UPDATE stocks SET price = ? WHERE symbol = ?;", stockdata['price'], stockdata['symbol']) stocks = db.execute("SELECT SUM(user_stocks.shares) AS Total_Shares, stocks.symbol, stocks.price, stocks.price * SUM(user_stocks.shares) AS Total_Holding_Value FROM user_stocks JOIN stocks ON stocks.id = user_stocks.stock_id JOIN users ON users.id = user_stocks.user_id WHERE users.id = ? GROUP BY (user_stocks.stock_id);", session["user_id"]) gtotal = db.execute("SELECT user_stocks.cost * SUM(user_stocks.shares) AS Total_Grand FROM user_stocks JOIN users ON users.id = user_stocks.user_id WHERE users.id = ? GROUP BY (stock_id);", session["user_id"]) if gtotal: for stock in gtotal: GrandTotal += stock['Total_Grand'] GrandTotal = GrandTotal + cash return render_template("index.html", stocks=stocks, cash=cash, GrandTotal=GrandTotal)
@app.route("/buy", methods=["GET", "POST"]) @login_required def buy(): """Buy shares of stock""" # If the request.method is POST: if request.method == 'POST': # Getting the current time of the bought current_time = datetime.datetime.now().strftime("%H:%M:%S") # Getting the current date of the sell current_date = datetime.date.today().strftime("%d/%m/%Y") # Getting the symbol and the shares values from the input of "buy.html" symbol = request.form.get("symbol") shares = str(request.form.get("shares")) # Checking valid input for shares if shares.count('.'): return apology("Should be an integer", 400) elif any(char.isalpha() for char in shares): return apology("Should be an integer entirely", 400) elif shares.startswith('-'): return apology("Amount of shares must be positive",400) else: shares = int(shares) # If there's no symbol return an apology if not symbol: return apology("Must provide a Stock Symbol", 400) # Getting the stock values stockdict = lookup(symbol) # If the stock doesn't exits: if not stockdict: return apology("Stock Symbol doesn't exits", 400) # If the number of shares is not positive: if shares < 0: return apology("Number of shares must be positive", 400) # Getting the cash of the current user cash = db.execute("SELECT cash FROM users WHERE id = ?", session["user_id"]) # Getting the current price of the current stock symbol: price = str(stockdict['price']) if price.count('.'): price = float(price) symbol_stock = stockdict['symbol'] # Comparing the cash with the total price of the stock: if cash[0]['cash'] < (int(price)shares): return apology("Cannot afford stock", 400) # If everything is OK get all the symbols that the stocks table currently has stocks = db.execute("SELECT symbol FROM stocks;") # If there's no the wanted stock insert it into the stocks table otherwise update to the current price: if not stocks or not any(symbol_stock in stock.values() for stock in stocks): db.execute("INSERT INTO stocks (symbol, price) VALUES (?, ?)", symbol_stock, price) else: db.execute("UPDATE stocks SET price = ? WHERE symbol = ?;", price, symbol_stock) # Getting the stock's id: stock_id = db.execute("SELECT id FROM stocks WHERE symbol = ?", symbol_stock) # Inserting into the user_stocks table the user_id, the wanted stock_id and the cost of the total stock: db.execute("INSERT INTO user_stocks (user_id, stock_id, cost, shares, transaction_type, time, date) VALUES (?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?)", session['user_id'], stock_id[0]['id'], price, shares, 'BUY', current_time, current_date) # Updating the user's cash with the cost of the total stock: db.execute("UPDATE users SET cash = ? WHERE id = ?", (cash[0]['cash'] - (priceshares)), session['user_id']) return redirect("/") else: return render_template("buy.html")
@app.route("/history") @login_required def history(): """Show history of transactions""" history = db.execute("SELECT stocks.symbol, user_stocks.cost, user_stocks.shares, user_stocks.transaction_type, user_stocks.time, user_stocks.date FROM user_stocks JOIN stocks ON stocks.id = user_stocks.stock_id JOIN users ON users.id = user_stocks.user_id WHERE users.id = ?", session['user_id']) if not history: return apology("You don't have transactions", 400) return render_template("history.html", history=history)
@app.route("/login", methods=["GET", "POST"]) def login(): """Log user in"""

# Forget any user_id session.clear() # User reached route via POST (as by submitting a form via POST) if request.method == "POST": # Ensure username was submitted if not request.form.get("username"): return apology("Must Provide Username", 400) # Ensure password was submitted elif not request.form.get("password"): return apology("Must Provide Password", 400) # Query database for username rows = db.execute("SELECT * FROM users WHERE username = ?", request.form.get("username")) # Ensure username exists and password is correct if len(rows) != 1 or not check_password_hash(rows[0]["hash"], request.form.get("password")): return apology("Invalid Username and/or Password", 400) # Remember which user has logged in session["user_id"] = rows[0]["id"] # Redirect user to home page return redirect("/") # User reached route via GET (as by clicking a link or via redirect) else: return render_template("login.html") 

@app.route("/logout") def logout(): """Log user out"""

# Forget any user_id session.clear() # Redirect user to login form return redirect("/") 

@app.route("/quote", methods=["GET", "POST"]) @login_required def quote(): """Get stock quote.""" if request.method == 'POST': symbol = request.form.get("symbol") if not symbol: return apology("Enter a symbol", 400) lookup_dict = lookup(symbol) if not lookup_dict: return apology("Invalid Symbol", 400) return render_template("quoted.html", stock=lookup_dict) else: return render_template("quote.html")
@app.route("/register", methods=["GET", "POST"]) def register(): """Register user""" has_symbol = False has_lower = False has_upper = False has_number = False requirements_meeted = False if request.method == 'POST': username = request.form.get("username") password = request.form.get("password") confirmation = request.form.get("confirmation")

 usernames = db.execute("SELECT username FROM users;") if not username or username == '': return apology("Username not avaliable", 400) for char in username: if char in invalid_chars: return apology("Username has not appropiate characters", 400) for dict in usernames: if username == dict['username']: return apology("Username already exists", 400) if not password or password == '' or not confirmation: return apology("Password not avaliable", 400) if password != confirmation or confirmation == '': return apology("Passwords doesn't match", 400) for character in password: if character in invalid_chars: return apology("Password has not appropiate characters", 400) for char in password: if not char.isalnum() and not char.isspace(): has_symbol = True if char.islower(): has_lower = True if char.isupper(): has_upper = True if char.isdigit(): has_number = True if has_symbol and has_lower and has_upper and has_number: requirements_meeted = True if requirements_meeted == True: db.execute("INSERT INTO users (username, hash) VALUES (?, ?);", username, generate_password_hash(confirmation)) return redirect("/login") else: return apology("Password don't meet the requirements. Passwords must have symbols, digits, lower and upper letters", 400) else: return render_template("register.html") 

@app.route("/sell", methods=["GET", "POST"]) @login_required def sell(): """Sell shares of stock""" # If the request method is POST: if request.method == "POST": # Getting the current time of the sell current_time = datetime.datetime.now().strftime("%H:%M:%S") # Getting the current date of the sell current_date = datetime.date.today().strftime("%d/%m/%Y") # Getting the selled symbol symbol = request.form.get("symbol") if not symbol: return apology("Must enter a symbol", 400) # Getting the stock data: stock = lookup(symbol) # If there's no stock return an apology if not stock: return apology("Symbol doesn't exits", 400) # Getting the stocks symbols of the user stocks_symbol = db.execute("SELECT symbol FROM stocks JOIN user_stocks ON user_stocks.stock_id = stocks.id JOIN users ON user_stocks.user_id = users.id WHERE users.id = ?;", session["user_id"]) if stocks_symbol: # Getting all the symbols of the user as a list symbols = [each_symbol for stock_symbol in stocks_symbol for each_symbol in stock_symbol.values()] # If the symbol is not in the list return an apology if not symbol in symbols: return apology("Symbol not acquired", 400) else: return apology("Must buy stocks", 400) # Getting the shares that we want to sell shares = str(request.form.get("shares")) # Checking valid input for shares if shares.count('.'): return apology("Should be an integer", 400) elif any(char.isalpha() for char in shares): return apology("Should be an integer entirely", 400) elif shares.startswith('-'): return apology("Amount of shares must be positive",400) else: shares = int(shares) # If the number of shares is not positive or the number of shares is greater than the number of acquired shares return an apology if shares < 0: return apology("Shares must be positive", 400) if shares == 0: return apology("Amount of shares must be greater than 0", 400) # Getting the total shares of the selled symbol shares_symbol = db.execute("SELECT SUM(user_stocks.shares) AS Total_Shares, stocks.symbol FROM user_stocks JOIN users ON user_stocks.user_id = users.id JOIN stocks ON user_stocks.stock_id = stocks.id WHERE users.id = ? AND stocks.symbol = ? GROUP BY (user_stocks.stock_id);", session["user_id"], symbol) # Checking if the user has the appropiate amount of shares if shares > int(shares_symbol[0]['Total_Shares']): return apology("Amount of shares not acquired", 400) # Getting the current price of the stock Price_Symbol = db.execute("SELECT price FROM stocks WHERE symbol = ?;", symbol) # Getting the total dollars amount of the selled stock Total_AmountSelled = Price_Symbol[0]['price'] * shares # Getting the current cash of the user cash = db.execute("SELECT cash FROM users WHERE users.id = ?;", session["user_id"]) # Updating the cash of the user: current_cash = cash[0]['cash'] + Total_AmountSelled db.execute("UPDATE users SET cash = ? WHERE users.id = ?;", current_cash, session["user_id"]) # Getting the current shares of the stock symbol_id = db.execute("SELECT id FROM stocks WHERE symbol = ?;", symbol) Total_Shares = (shares * -1) # Updating the shares of the user: db.execute("INSERT INTO user_stocks (user_id, stock_id, cost, shares, transaction_type, time, date) VALUES (?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?);",session["user_id"], symbol_id[0]['id'], stock['price'], Total_Shares, "SELL", current_time, current_date) return redirect("/") else: return render_template("sell.html")
@app.route("/buycash", methods=["GET", "POST"]) @login_required def buycash(): if request.method == 'POST': cash = int(request.form.get("cashamount")) if cash > 10000 or cash < 1: return apology("Amount of cash invalid, must be positive and less than 10000", 400) user_cash = db.execute("SELECT cash FROM users WHERE users.id = ?", session["user_id"]) total_cash = user_cash[0]['cash'] + cash if total_cash > 20000: returned_amount = total_cash - 20000 total_cash = total_cash - returned_amount if user_cash[0]['cash'] == 20000: return apology("Cannot buy more cash", 400) db.execute("UPDATE users SET cash = ? WHERE users.id = ?;", total_cash, session["user_id"]) return redirect("/") else: return render_template("buycash.html")
@app.route("/changepassword", methods=["GET", "POST"]) def changepassword(): if request.method == 'POST': username = request.form.get("username") new_password = request.form.get("new_password") new_password_confirmation = request.form.get("new_password_repeated")

 usernamesdict = db.execute("SELECT username FROM users;") usernames = [username for dictionary in usernamesdict for username in dictionary.values()] if username not in usernames: return apology("Username not registered", 400) for char in username: if char in invalid_chars: return apology("Username has not appropiate characters", 400) if new_password != new_password_confirmation: return apology("Password not matched", 400) if not new_password or new_password == '': return apology("Password not avaliable", 400) for char in new_password: if char in invalid_chars: return apology("Password has not appropiate characters", 400) user_id = db.execute("SELECT users.id FROM users WHERE users.username = ?", username) db.execute("UPDATE users SET hash = ? WHERE users.id = ?;", generate_password_hash(new_password_confirmation), user_id[0]['id']) return redirect("/login") else: return render_template("changepassword.html") 

```
sell.html code: ```HTML {% extends "layout.html" %}
{% block title %} Sell {% endblock %}
{% block main %}

Enter

{% endblock %} ```
index.html code: ```HTML {% extends "layout.html" %}
{% block title %} Home {% endblock %}
{% block main %}

	Cash	Grand Total
	{{ cash usd }}	{{ GrandTotal usd }}

{% for stock in stocks %} {% if stock.Total_Shares != 0 %} {% endif %} {% endfor %}

	Symbol	Shares	Price	Total Value
	{{ stock.symbol }}	{{ stock.Total_Shares }}	{{ "{:.2f}".format(stock.price) }}	{{ "{:.2f}".format(stock.Total_Holding_Value) }}

{% endblock %} ````

Help me understand why it is so hard to find someone that’s dependable, emotionally mature, intelligent, willing to grow together, etc. etc.
My ex definitely set the bar super high, so it almost feels like no one else (in the last 4 years) has been able to match up to it.
Given my age (26F), it almost seems like my options now are either guys who haven’t really dated or guys who… err… are still trying to figure themselves out.
I’m sure it’s hard dating as a guy as well, but I’m just curious how anyone is able to find all these goodly traits in someone without compromising? I’ve had it explained to me before in terms of a bell curve, that guys tend to exist in the extremes, while females are generally normal distribution. Thoughts and observations?

The default forever alone sub was my go to for the last few months to vent. Despite being trans, I felt like everyone there shared that same feeling of being completely alienated from the world. I felt understood like never before.
I have been hiding in my parents house since graduating college 6 years ago, I barely go outside, I haven't had friends since I was 14, I have never been kissed, never went on a date, never had a boyfriend, never had sex. I missed out on every single milestone, I have no social life, I have no work experience. All I ever wanted was the white picket fence life, to found a soulmate, get married young, now as I'm approaching 30 I would be starting to think about having children and starting my own family. The realization I will never be this beautiful, delicate and normal woman, that I'll never be acepted by society or my family, that I'll never find love and bear my own children keeps me up at night. So much so I have been only falling asleep about 5-6am for the last few months. I hate myself, I hate how I look even if there is no one around to see me. I just wanted to be normal.
Until last night at least I had a sub to vent, I felt welcomed and would often comment on other people's posts. I made a post about these thoughts that trouble me, about how I wanted to have a normal experience at life. There were only two comments, one told me that transwomen are a big hit in hook up apps, that as long as I dressed up I could probably have sex with men. Other said he didn't understood how I could be FA, that gay men have no standarts and that having sex for me would be easy.
I really thought about killing myself after that, the people who I thought were in the same boat as me just invalidated everything I feel. What good would it do for me to either pretend to be a gay man or dress up in womens clothes to attract someone because of their kinks? It's like they didn't read the part about being accepted by my family, about having a normal job, about being respected by society, about getting married and having children.
Sometimes I feel completely invisible, I jsut want someone to acknowledge I exist and that my pain is real. I'm sick of being supportive to others only to be dismissed. I just want to die.

Installed pycharm the other day. Have been using it with no problem.
Started a new project (my 2nd overall) yesterday and went to run 3 lines of basic code and it said the interpreter is invalid.
So now in my first project the same interpreter (python 3.10) works fine for the same code.
Yet in this second project in another window which is just a normal .py python project the same interpreter is invalid.
It's still a recent install and comes with it's own interpreter but I checked for updates anyway. All up to date.
I can probably just direct it to the interpreter that I have in anaconda navigator yet I feel like that is ignoring an issue here and not fixing the underlying issue.
Interestingly, I think there were 2 interpreters in the menu to choose before. I think the other was 3.8 scientific or something. That has since disappeared. There is nothing else in the dropdown except 3.10.
I read the jetbrains documentation briefly but nothing seems to pertain to this issue.
Using Linux Mint.
EDIT:
I just started a new project. Basically all the same and it's all working fine. The other project still has the same error.

Hi. I work in a place that provides services to mostly LGBTQ folks and at least half of staff is queer. I have a colleague who said something very ignorant to me on 4/07. Prior to this day, we were on good terms. Worked well together and occasionally conversed about ourselves. It wasn’t deep deep but wasn’t just surface level small talk. On this day, I casually came out to him as queer (Im pansexual; and I’m a woman, currently in a relationship w/ a man). I’m not into setting up a whole coming out dialogue so I casually said something like “oh, in my experience when I’ve dated women, etc. etc.” He was taken aback. He had this whole shocked face and reaction. I wasn’t a fan of it but i could see how it’s a surprise. He started saying things along the lines of “no wonder” and I was like ‘wdym’? He referenced a ice breaker our whole team (50+) had where we shared our crushes growing up. I stated one woman and one man crush. He told me to (my face) he thought I said that for attention. I thought that was weird but wanted to hear more so I cont. the conversation. I can’t remember the conversation verbatim but at some point he said “I know the type of person you are…..you don’t know what you want”. That, with his other comment and overall reaction added up and rubbed me the wrong way. So I said “I don’t like that joke” and the mood changed immediately. He did apologize in a way; said something like “i didn’t mean it in a bad way”. Honestly after I said I don’t like that I had turned away from him went back to my computer and kinda tuned him out cause I was upset. Since then, b/c hes part of my immediate team, I have to engage w/ him but it’s been solely about work. More recently I’ve opened up a bit about surface level stuff like weekend plan or whatever but if we don’t have to talk, I don’t talk to him. Should I tell my boss what happened? I feel like it should be on his radar in case anything were to come up in the future. A sort of related extra detail but not directly related, that morning or week I was literally advising my colleague how to show our other team member he’s an ally or that he’s cool b/c he complained to me they never reached out to him as a resource. Then he turned around and said this to me? He’s straight btw. Should I tell my boss? Is it too late? Don’t know how I would come off from a managerial position. I thought it was ignorant and insensitive to say, especially in an LGBTQ workplace. Would love to hear from my pan + bi friends. We are invalidated when in a hetero relationship, to the point these jabs are normalized.