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2023.06.02 20:13 Np_Jmaster616 16 Year Old Trans Girl's Guide To Coming Out! (LONG POST)
So yes I'm 16 She/Her yes I told you my pronouns yes I'm a girl and yes I'm trans, so I saw a post in this sub and it asked: How do I come out? and so I kinda backtracked to when I came out just a few weeks ago. I had done so much to make my plan fool proof and it worked out so I decided to share it to this user. I think it needs to reach a wider audience though so I'm making my own post prefacing I AM NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR THE ACTIONS THAT ENSUE IF YOU TAKE MY ADVICE THIS IS MEANT TO BE TAKEN WITH CAUTION AND JUST MY THOUGHTS AND OPINIONS. I just thought id give my 2 cents on the thing feel free to leave any critiques, I'm planning to be a writer and being a trans writer is something I can take pride in, here it is:
Well I'd like to preface this by saying take my advice with a grain of salt, because I'm pretty wacky when it comes to my methods. Heres my guide:
So do whatever makes you feel comfortable first because there is a long road ahead.
Pre-planning: not something I considered at first but, another user pointed out to me one time, that I need a backup plan, they are correct, sadly coming out has consequences for some of us. You need a plan in terms of how to handle this. I came up with dorming in college rather than staying with parents miserably living in cis mode. It's also important to pack a suitcase and grab legal documents if you are very uncertain how they will take it.
Then I would say come up with every possible thing you want to say this is the longest part of the process.
Eliminate the useless context and limit it down to:
1) Stating the point: I am a girl and I am coming out to you as transgender
This first step is the hardest and requires the most courage so I'd recommend reading through before dismissing the rest of this just because of the first step
If they aren't immediately supportive refer to Plan B if they are supportive refer to Plan A
Plan B: Supporting the point with your truth and strongest beliefs (DO NOT INCLUDE USELESS REASONS ONLY STATE THE BIG EVIDENCE FIRST) you can save those "useless reasons" for later
examples: Big reason: I am trans because I believe I was meant to be a woman since birth and it will benefit my mental health and allow me to fully portray the "freedom of expression" stated in our Declaration of Independence.
Disclaimer: this reason doesn't work if you don't live in the U.S.
Useless (less persuasive) reason: I am trans because I want to wear high heels and dresses comfortably
2) Come up with a justification on how this will benefit you
Example: This will benefit my mental health by truly allowing me to display my inner self releasing emotions welled up in the far reaches of my mind for all my life
Example 2: Transitioning will benefit me in achieving my life long goals which feel inaccessible to me in my current presentation, these goals are: becoming a mother, doing photo shoots as a model, wearing (generally categorized as) women's clothing, becoming a bride and wearing a wedding dress etc etc.
3) ⚠️ WARNING: if they pull out the "How are you trans?" Card there isn't a good explanation unfortunately it kinda just comes down to your own gut feeling and beliefs, you can only share your beliefs so work hard to establish those to hopefully make your proposal easier to accept and to understand by establishing those.
Plan A: If your parents just say, "Oh ok, congrats I'm proud of you doing this" HUGE W UR IN GIRL!!!! 🏳️⚧️ Then just talk about how you've been holding back this secret for a little bit now and can't wait to transition and that you are in huge thanks to them accepting you.
In the case of transphobic parents:
Sadly it really boils down to your parents and their tolerance. Nothing can be helped in that regard because it's just a perspective that they choose to believe. Convincing them is an entirely different task I've never thought about, but I feel that to provide a valid argument to accepting LGBTQ+ people you need to simply state that LGBTQ+ people are simply just people who were born destined to stand out from the majority, you can't be hateful of someone's viewpoint when it simply isnt warranted. And if they believe there is some sort of political agenda surrounding it such as the rate of which people are making these realizations now. The publicity of the voices who had made themselves known, the founders of pride, had fought through the battle to allow us to express ourselves more freely even despite how difficult the step of coming out is, reality must be faced sooner than later, we can't live in the shadow forever concealing ourselves simply letting ourselves rot into nothing, and the history behind this proves that the world has only been improved in terms of general lively satisfaction with the acceptance of non-v**lent, non-discriminative communities being adopted. "At the end of the day what does someone doing anything matter if it isnt causing harm"-My Mother. Thank you for letting me share my thoughts.
Why did I make this?:
I had to make this outline for myself when coming out to my mom because I knew she is a woman that won't just take the answer but analyzes it and truly looks deep for the truth, also she is a caring person who doesn't want her child making potentially life changing regretful decisions which is understandable why she gave me such a rough time but yeah this is my plan and that's why I decided to share it with you! Go get em' hopefully this is big confidence buff or reassurance!
submitted by Np_Jmaster616 to MtF [link] [comments]
Well I'd like to preface this by saying take my advice with a grain of salt, because I'm pretty wacky when it comes to my methods. Heres my guide:
So do whatever makes you feel comfortable first because there is a long road ahead.
Pre-planning: not something I considered at first but, another user pointed out to me one time, that I need a backup plan, they are correct, sadly coming out has consequences for some of us. You need a plan in terms of how to handle this. I came up with dorming in college rather than staying with parents miserably living in cis mode. It's also important to pack a suitcase and grab legal documents if you are very uncertain how they will take it.
Then I would say come up with every possible thing you want to say this is the longest part of the process.
Eliminate the useless context and limit it down to:
1) Stating the point: I am a girl and I am coming out to you as transgender
This first step is the hardest and requires the most courage so I'd recommend reading through before dismissing the rest of this just because of the first step
If they aren't immediately supportive refer to Plan B if they are supportive refer to Plan A
Plan B: Supporting the point with your truth and strongest beliefs (DO NOT INCLUDE USELESS REASONS ONLY STATE THE BIG EVIDENCE FIRST) you can save those "useless reasons" for later
examples: Big reason: I am trans because I believe I was meant to be a woman since birth and it will benefit my mental health and allow me to fully portray the "freedom of expression" stated in our Declaration of Independence.
Disclaimer: this reason doesn't work if you don't live in the U.S.
Useless (less persuasive) reason: I am trans because I want to wear high heels and dresses comfortably
2) Come up with a justification on how this will benefit you
Example: This will benefit my mental health by truly allowing me to display my inner self releasing emotions welled up in the far reaches of my mind for all my life
Example 2: Transitioning will benefit me in achieving my life long goals which feel inaccessible to me in my current presentation, these goals are: becoming a mother, doing photo shoots as a model, wearing (generally categorized as) women's clothing, becoming a bride and wearing a wedding dress etc etc.
3) ⚠️ WARNING: if they pull out the "How are you trans?" Card there isn't a good explanation unfortunately it kinda just comes down to your own gut feeling and beliefs, you can only share your beliefs so work hard to establish those to hopefully make your proposal easier to accept and to understand by establishing those.
Plan A: If your parents just say, "Oh ok, congrats I'm proud of you doing this" HUGE W UR IN GIRL!!!! 🏳️⚧️ Then just talk about how you've been holding back this secret for a little bit now and can't wait to transition and that you are in huge thanks to them accepting you.
In the case of transphobic parents:
Sadly it really boils down to your parents and their tolerance. Nothing can be helped in that regard because it's just a perspective that they choose to believe. Convincing them is an entirely different task I've never thought about, but I feel that to provide a valid argument to accepting LGBTQ+ people you need to simply state that LGBTQ+ people are simply just people who were born destined to stand out from the majority, you can't be hateful of someone's viewpoint when it simply isnt warranted. And if they believe there is some sort of political agenda surrounding it such as the rate of which people are making these realizations now. The publicity of the voices who had made themselves known, the founders of pride, had fought through the battle to allow us to express ourselves more freely even despite how difficult the step of coming out is, reality must be faced sooner than later, we can't live in the shadow forever concealing ourselves simply letting ourselves rot into nothing, and the history behind this proves that the world has only been improved in terms of general lively satisfaction with the acceptance of non-v**lent, non-discriminative communities being adopted. "At the end of the day what does someone doing anything matter if it isnt causing harm"-My Mother. Thank you for letting me share my thoughts.
Why did I make this?:
I had to make this outline for myself when coming out to my mom because I knew she is a woman that won't just take the answer but analyzes it and truly looks deep for the truth, also she is a caring person who doesn't want her child making potentially life changing regretful decisions which is understandable why she gave me such a rough time but yeah this is my plan and that's why I decided to share it with you! Go get em' hopefully this is big confidence buff or reassurance!
2023.06.02 20:09 neighbourhood_gayboi Help with my room?
So my room is kinda a weird shape and I can't seem to organise it in a way that works for me. My current layout is okay I guess? But theres so much empty space at one end and the other is so cramped. And I don't really have enough space for my clothes.
https://imgur.com/a/grNYiwG
with dimensions: https://imgur.com/a/Fx6Jm80
The first image is my current set up. As you can see theres loads of space I could do something with. My telescope is facing the window but that could change.
The second is another set up I've had which also didn't work. I would just beeline straight for bed when I came in the door, ignoring my desk and not doing my homework etc.
Third is a blank one if you guys wanted to help! Please keep in mind that the entire right side of my room's ceiling is slanted downwards starting from about halfway over my current desk, or I would put a wardrobe in there. CD = chest of drawers W = wardrobe D =desk R = rug
Edit: also if anyone can recommend anywhere else to post this I'd appreciate it
submitted by neighbourhood_gayboi to HomeImprovement [link] [comments]
https://imgur.com/a/grNYiwG
with dimensions: https://imgur.com/a/Fx6Jm80
The first image is my current set up. As you can see theres loads of space I could do something with. My telescope is facing the window but that could change.
The second is another set up I've had which also didn't work. I would just beeline straight for bed when I came in the door, ignoring my desk and not doing my homework etc.
Third is a blank one if you guys wanted to help! Please keep in mind that the entire right side of my room's ceiling is slanted downwards starting from about halfway over my current desk, or I would put a wardrobe in there. CD = chest of drawers W = wardrobe D =desk R = rug
Edit: also if anyone can recommend anywhere else to post this I'd appreciate it
2023.06.02 19:56 True-Appearance490 I GOT A WARNING FOR THISS!!!!!!!!!!????????!
 | submitted by True-Appearance490 to StupidRobloxBans [link] [comments] |
2023.06.02 19:52 69edgy420 I need advice on shoes!
I'm a man, and not much of a shoe head. My only shoes are Vans, and my Red Wing work boots. I'm not one to spend a lot of money on fashionable shoes. My work boots have a lifetime warranty and are repairable, that justifies the nearly $300 price tag to me.
My vans are cloth and just get dirty and ugly, cleaning is too much of a hassle and I always get a hole under the ball of my foot and have to throw them away after that. They're overpriced for what they are and how long they last.
I'd like to buy a pair of leather shoes that can be cleaned easily and resoled, some that will last me a long time. Preferably some that don't cost more than $200-$300.
I tried google and amazon but the options are endless and this being my first look, I'm too inexperienced to know what to look for or avoid.
Does anyone have any brands that fit my needs? Or any physical stores I should check with about it? I live in a major city, so there's bound to be a physical store.
Any advice is welcome and appreciated!
submitted by 69edgy420 to mensfashionadvice [link] [comments]
My vans are cloth and just get dirty and ugly, cleaning is too much of a hassle and I always get a hole under the ball of my foot and have to throw them away after that. They're overpriced for what they are and how long they last.
I'd like to buy a pair of leather shoes that can be cleaned easily and resoled, some that will last me a long time. Preferably some that don't cost more than $200-$300.
I tried google and amazon but the options are endless and this being my first look, I'm too inexperienced to know what to look for or avoid.
Does anyone have any brands that fit my needs? Or any physical stores I should check with about it? I live in a major city, so there's bound to be a physical store.
Any advice is welcome and appreciated!
2023.06.02 19:48 Various-Control-3765 Important news
A little info, The staff claims Mojang/Microsoft have personally looked at their store and deemed them to be within the EULA, bs but if you say something they will straight up ban you. You can also "donate" a min of $200usd to one of the owners when he streams, and you get a "stream item" something with thorns 1000, Sharp 100, and so on, sooo op that its impossible to compete. The club ranks are allowed to bully and harass players without ranks and don't even get a warning. The club ranks also can get away with other rule breaking. like duping, was once a player with the $900+ club rank and a player with a middle rank, both were duping together, middle rank for a perm ban while the club rank got a 1 day ban. Staff is all also complete power hungry shits. An admin once ignored my claim protection so he could kill me while I was on my claim just so he could collect a bounty.
20ReplyShare📷level 2revot15· 1y ago
Lmfao
8ReplyShare📷level 3Odd_Connection9808· 1y ago
Nah bro you are just captain the performium server is fine all those things you just said are lies if u dont like the server then leave and if u got banned it is for a reason
1ReplyShare📷level 2ShinySnorlaxFloatie· 1y ago
I agree this server needs to go down but isn't the owner a decent coder? Seems thet are playing it rough and safe. Idk if there is a dupe glitch to abuse?
6ReplyShare📷level 3MessageMany5967OP· 1y ago
He claims he is, but from things in game I think alot of the codes are copy and paste or bought elsewhere. Like the mystery boxes are a straight up copy of Hypixels. I had a friend join me on Hypixel from there and they couldn't believe how many things were the exact same. and RGA/staffs response when questioned before they ban...."Performiun was first"
6ReplyShare📷level 4ShinySnorlaxFloatie· 1y ago
Hypixel has had that stuff since what 2014-5? I honestly doubt that. I forget if that code is on their github?
3ReplyShare📷level 1Jd-gamer65· 1y ago
Wait, isn't this the server that Doni Bobes plays on? Didn't know it was p2w, geez.
11ReplyShare📷level 2MessageMany5967OP· 1y ago
He is part owner of this server. Along with RGA
13ReplyShare📷level 3Jd-gamer65· 1y ago
Aw, fuck. Guess I'm unsubbing.
13ReplyShare📷level 2MrCyberdragon· 1y ago
Yeah, I used to like Doni and RGA, they were legit funny. But I knew something was up when RGA started making rant vids ordering people not to hack on their servers and don't you dare just VPN and alt around an IP ban "it ruins it for everyone". Didn't know it was this bad, RIP. Will never watch again.
1ReplyShare📷level 1thedudenamedray· 1y ago
Yo this server uses that fake player plugin to make it look like they have a bunch of people playing. Mods claim it’s people playing mini games lmao.
12ReplyShare📷level 1turtle_mekb· 1y ago
"vpn whitelist", that's just bullshit, you have to pay if you don't want to give them your ip, (or use a private proxy which is what i'm doing soon)
8ReplyShare📷level 2MessageMany5967OP· 1y ago
They used to straight up ban people that would join with a vpn, it was like an auto server thing. You'd see people asking why they were banned all the time in their discord. And it was all because their vpn was active.
5ReplyShare📷level 3turtle_mekb· 1y ago
that's actual bullshit, straight up banning them, like bruh if everyone complains that they got banned for that all the time, just kick them instead. imagine some kid wanting to join their favourite server, not knowing what a vpn, but their friend used it on their computer for something else, getting straight up banned for no reason and not knowing what they did wrong. or what if the vpn ip list thing they used, what if it had a false positive and i get banned without a vpn
2ReplyShare📷level 4MessageMany5967OP· 1y ago
There were several kids asking in the servers discord why they got banned. They said they joined and the server immediately banned them. Reason was vpn. Kids would say they don't have one, don't know that is etc...and staff was always like "maybe its your service provider" was so dumb. Then they put this in the webstore...
3ReplyShare📷level 5turtle_mekb· 1y ago
so they just ban people for that without reason, mods are completely useless, like bruh why can't you just unban them if they don't know what they did
1ReplyShare📷level 6MessageMany5967OP· 1y ago
The "unban team" is complete shit. Many times you can't even appeal cause they will also ban you from their forums. You appeal the ban, the staff has their own rules, says no and will close the ticket without even letting you respond
3ReplyShare📷level 1AdamRawlyk· 1y ago
Bruh you can even buy those ranks permanently either… you have to get it like a fucking subscription service?!?! FFS XD
7ReplyShare📷level 2Tinyzooseven· 1y ago
Like $200 a month is absolutely insane, rather buy a new pc every few months or an xbox series s like every month
10ReplyShare📷level 3AdamRawlyk· 1y ago
You could literally put that in a savings account and set up for retirement XD
5ReplyShare📷level 2MessageMany5967OP· 1y ago
The clubs all have the same commands at rank. Gold = Iron rank, and so on. A few extra commands at the top 3 and with Diamond, Vip, and MVP you get 2-3 hour early access to new servers (getting claims nearest spawn) and a screenshot in game with RGA...lmao
5ReplyShare📷level 3AdamRawlyk· 1y ago
Excuse my french… but what a fucking scam XD
6ReplyShare📷level 4MessageMany5967OP· 1y ago
I know right. I had someone gift me a diamond rank once for some unknown reason. So cringe in the "private discord" you get too with those ranks. You also get perks like the gems with these ranks, but you have to buy them a very specific way or you don't get them. I didn't get the I think it was 2,500 gems when I was gifted the rank, I asked the support/owner and they said it was purchased a way that I wasn't entitled to the gems.
5ReplyShare📷level 5AdamRawlyk· 1y ago
Ok, that’s literally a scam. If you purchase something. You should get the thing you purchased, no?
Like you wouldn’t go into a physical store, buy a game. And they take out the disc and say “you can’t actually have the game cuz you didn’t buy it right” like come on! XD
1ReplyShare📷level 6MessageMany5967OP· 1y ago
It was like you buy with a gift card, you don't get everything like you would if you bought with a credit card.
2ReplyShare📷level 1minecraft_min604· 1y ago
all i can say is on tf2 theres a vip where u can use op guns and other commands but only for fun. however, the have a rule in which if youre caught abusing them, vip is gone and no refund. this on the other hand, seems to cater to those who abuse vip or whatever this is
5ReplyShare📷level 2joonasky82· 1y ago
team fortress 2? cause if that's what you're talking about I'll tell you why all of that is wrong, except the guns part lol it's been 5 years
1ReplyShare📷level 1Avaneesh_Naik· 1y ago
Doni bobes... UNSUBSCRIBED
4ReplyShare📷level 1CookieDoughKat· 1y ago· edited 1y ago
Using a throwaway account for safety issues:
Used to be a moderator for this server back in 2019-2020; A player had been heavily harassing me for a week and saying horribly inappropriate things towards me in voice chats and private dms
Reported it to a Sr Mod for help and they brought it up higher ups and an Owner said it wasn't their issue and to just tell me to block them. Didn't find out until months later when another Sr. Moderator had been talking about it to a different moderator who had brought it up to me.
I left the team and regretted it for some stupid reason - and sent them a support ticket apologizing for everything and mentioned to an Admin that I had felt issues weren't looked into and they threw it down again - When I told people - they posted my support ticket publicly and told everyone that I never reported any harrassers and was being a "drama queen".
Super happy this server is being posted in here.
3ReplyShare📷level 2MessageMany5967OP· 1y ago
I believe I remember who you are and I remember how awful this was to read in the discord and how it was handled from what was told publicly. I'm sorry you went through this.
1ReplyShare📷level 1lolitstrain21· 1y ago
Holy shit MVP for a year is 950 dollars? What the fuck. Let's get to destroying it.
2ReplyShare📷level 2MessageMany5967OP· 1y ago
the webstore lists the rank as having everything the same as the highest "normal rank" but also says this in the description. "Direct access to lead the community with this prestigious Rank!"
2ReplyShare📷level 1MessageMany5967OP· 1y ago
little update, since post went up they turned on some sort of super slow chunkloading, causing the entire server to load like they hosting from some Walmart hotspot.
2ReplyShare📷level 1Outside-Return1737· 1m ago
I know this is an old post but, i just got perm banned for extreme hate speech because i said i was gay once and apologized for not knowing gay was a banned word
2ReplyShare📷level 2MessageMany5967OP· 1m ago
I got permed banned for saying they got the "discount server package" because it lagged so hard.
2ReplyShare📷level 1ComradeKerbal· 1y ago
Thats bad also what versions is it?
1ReplyShare📷level 2MessageMany5967OP· 1y ago
last I played it was 1.17 but I'd imagine they have a 1.18 server. That's what they do, wait a while when a new version is released. Then release a new server and immediately stop support for the older version. Except for people who pay money to transfer items from old server to new server. Think it's like $20 for each "op" weapon and armor piece.
3ReplyShare📷level 1Ok_Stand_4948· 4m ago
People's lives are dependent upon this game and rga has a family people have to eat and be clothed he's got to pay the bills somehow
0ReplyShare📷level 2MessageMany5967OP· 4m ago
lmao thanks for this laugh...go worship Rga some more lmao...sad
1ReplyShare📷level 1AlgorithmScent· 1y ago
You need ranks to tpa? Why? Another thing. This server is protected to hell and back because a YouTuber owns it. What the fuck
1ReplyShare📷level 1lolitstrain21· 1y ago
We should make a lag machine or something
1ReplyShare📷level 1VirginViper· 1y ago
I believe that them using Valves Cosmetic Crate Icons is actual fucking copyright
1ReplyShare📷level 2MessageMany5967OP· 1y ago
oh shit I just saw that, straight up copy and paste
2ReplyShare📷level 1Nathator97· 1y ago
i think this server is about to take a huge L
1ReplyShare📷level 1Kirrmeet· 1y ago
/fly is only usable in hub but still p2w tho
1ReplyShare📷level 2MessageMany5967OP· 1y ago
it's not, you buy it you can use it on all the servers.
2ReplyShare📷level 1Funny_Entrepreneur17· 1y ago
had to make a throw away account so i could post this safely he does make his own plugins, some of them at least, and after working for him for 7 years i can honestly say he is the worst to work with. i wouldnt say its pay to win but RGA is pay to much to have fun, this isnt his only server as well. he own a skyblocknetwork as well. hes been called out for years for padding player count, and spoofing votes to get it higher on vote sites. there is so much i could go into in all my time working there
i worked with him through 2 S.A/ grooming cases that were swept under the rug and watched as a discord admin was harassed by one of the "co-owners" GF at the time. Don't get me wrong the Discord admin was kinda a bitch, but for RGA to let the Berry Admin make war against them and tell them to Commit Sewer slide was a little terrible. it ended with the discord admin leaving the server. not sure where they are now but i hope they got help after that.RGA doesnt give a shit about his staff and what happens on the team, he instead leaves that up to "admins" while he is off making fake hacker videos and fake troll videos.
1ReplyShare📷level 2MzzteryRose· 1y ago
I usually linger without talking but since you mentioned me I thought I should. Your right I was kinda a bitch, sorry for that. I was going through some shite at the time id rather not bring to light again. I did end up getting help, I really needed it and being pushed where I was ended up being the final sign.
1ReplyShare📷level 1Mother-Art8247· 1y ago
Agree, It's a pay 2 win server and it's hard to dupe or hack on it.
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20ReplyShare📷level 2revot15· 1y ago
Lmfao
8ReplyShare📷level 3Odd_Connection9808· 1y ago
Nah bro you are just captain the performium server is fine all those things you just said are lies if u dont like the server then leave and if u got banned it is for a reason
1ReplyShare📷level 2ShinySnorlaxFloatie· 1y ago
I agree this server needs to go down but isn't the owner a decent coder? Seems thet are playing it rough and safe. Idk if there is a dupe glitch to abuse?
6ReplyShare📷level 3MessageMany5967OP· 1y ago
He claims he is, but from things in game I think alot of the codes are copy and paste or bought elsewhere. Like the mystery boxes are a straight up copy of Hypixels. I had a friend join me on Hypixel from there and they couldn't believe how many things were the exact same. and RGA/staffs response when questioned before they ban...."Performiun was first"
6ReplyShare📷level 4ShinySnorlaxFloatie· 1y ago
Hypixel has had that stuff since what 2014-5? I honestly doubt that. I forget if that code is on their github?
3ReplyShare📷level 1Jd-gamer65· 1y ago
Wait, isn't this the server that Doni Bobes plays on? Didn't know it was p2w, geez.
11ReplyShare📷level 2MessageMany5967OP· 1y ago
He is part owner of this server. Along with RGA
13ReplyShare📷level 3Jd-gamer65· 1y ago
Aw, fuck. Guess I'm unsubbing.
13ReplyShare📷level 2MrCyberdragon· 1y ago
Yeah, I used to like Doni and RGA, they were legit funny. But I knew something was up when RGA started making rant vids ordering people not to hack on their servers and don't you dare just VPN and alt around an IP ban "it ruins it for everyone". Didn't know it was this bad, RIP. Will never watch again.
1ReplyShare📷level 1thedudenamedray· 1y ago
Yo this server uses that fake player plugin to make it look like they have a bunch of people playing. Mods claim it’s people playing mini games lmao.
12ReplyShare📷level 1turtle_mekb· 1y ago
"vpn whitelist", that's just bullshit, you have to pay if you don't want to give them your ip, (or use a private proxy which is what i'm doing soon)
8ReplyShare📷level 2MessageMany5967OP· 1y ago
They used to straight up ban people that would join with a vpn, it was like an auto server thing. You'd see people asking why they were banned all the time in their discord. And it was all because their vpn was active.
5ReplyShare📷level 3turtle_mekb· 1y ago
that's actual bullshit, straight up banning them, like bruh if everyone complains that they got banned for that all the time, just kick them instead. imagine some kid wanting to join their favourite server, not knowing what a vpn, but their friend used it on their computer for something else, getting straight up banned for no reason and not knowing what they did wrong. or what if the vpn ip list thing they used, what if it had a false positive and i get banned without a vpn
2ReplyShare📷level 4MessageMany5967OP· 1y ago
There were several kids asking in the servers discord why they got banned. They said they joined and the server immediately banned them. Reason was vpn. Kids would say they don't have one, don't know that is etc...and staff was always like "maybe its your service provider" was so dumb. Then they put this in the webstore...
3ReplyShare📷level 5turtle_mekb· 1y ago
so they just ban people for that without reason, mods are completely useless, like bruh why can't you just unban them if they don't know what they did
1ReplyShare📷level 6MessageMany5967OP· 1y ago
The "unban team" is complete shit. Many times you can't even appeal cause they will also ban you from their forums. You appeal the ban, the staff has their own rules, says no and will close the ticket without even letting you respond
3ReplyShare📷level 1AdamRawlyk· 1y ago
Bruh you can even buy those ranks permanently either… you have to get it like a fucking subscription service?!?! FFS XD
7ReplyShare📷level 2Tinyzooseven· 1y ago
Like $200 a month is absolutely insane, rather buy a new pc every few months or an xbox series s like every month
10ReplyShare📷level 3AdamRawlyk· 1y ago
You could literally put that in a savings account and set up for retirement XD
5ReplyShare📷level 2MessageMany5967OP· 1y ago
The clubs all have the same commands at rank. Gold = Iron rank, and so on. A few extra commands at the top 3 and with Diamond, Vip, and MVP you get 2-3 hour early access to new servers (getting claims nearest spawn) and a screenshot in game with RGA...lmao
5ReplyShare📷level 3AdamRawlyk· 1y ago
Excuse my french… but what a fucking scam XD
6ReplyShare📷level 4MessageMany5967OP· 1y ago
I know right. I had someone gift me a diamond rank once for some unknown reason. So cringe in the "private discord" you get too with those ranks. You also get perks like the gems with these ranks, but you have to buy them a very specific way or you don't get them. I didn't get the I think it was 2,500 gems when I was gifted the rank, I asked the support/owner and they said it was purchased a way that I wasn't entitled to the gems.
5ReplyShare📷level 5AdamRawlyk· 1y ago
Ok, that’s literally a scam. If you purchase something. You should get the thing you purchased, no?
Like you wouldn’t go into a physical store, buy a game. And they take out the disc and say “you can’t actually have the game cuz you didn’t buy it right” like come on! XD
1ReplyShare📷level 6MessageMany5967OP· 1y ago
It was like you buy with a gift card, you don't get everything like you would if you bought with a credit card.
2ReplyShare📷level 1minecraft_min604· 1y ago
all i can say is on tf2 theres a vip where u can use op guns and other commands but only for fun. however, the have a rule in which if youre caught abusing them, vip is gone and no refund. this on the other hand, seems to cater to those who abuse vip or whatever this is
5ReplyShare📷level 2joonasky82· 1y ago
team fortress 2? cause if that's what you're talking about I'll tell you why all of that is wrong, except the guns part lol it's been 5 years
1ReplyShare📷level 1Avaneesh_Naik· 1y ago
Doni bobes... UNSUBSCRIBED
4ReplyShare📷level 1CookieDoughKat· 1y ago· edited 1y ago
Using a throwaway account for safety issues:
Used to be a moderator for this server back in 2019-2020; A player had been heavily harassing me for a week and saying horribly inappropriate things towards me in voice chats and private dms
Reported it to a Sr Mod for help and they brought it up higher ups and an Owner said it wasn't their issue and to just tell me to block them. Didn't find out until months later when another Sr. Moderator had been talking about it to a different moderator who had brought it up to me.
I left the team and regretted it for some stupid reason - and sent them a support ticket apologizing for everything and mentioned to an Admin that I had felt issues weren't looked into and they threw it down again - When I told people - they posted my support ticket publicly and told everyone that I never reported any harrassers and was being a "drama queen".
Super happy this server is being posted in here.
3ReplyShare📷level 2MessageMany5967OP· 1y ago
I believe I remember who you are and I remember how awful this was to read in the discord and how it was handled from what was told publicly. I'm sorry you went through this.
1ReplyShare📷level 1lolitstrain21· 1y ago
Holy shit MVP for a year is 950 dollars? What the fuck. Let's get to destroying it.
2ReplyShare📷level 2MessageMany5967OP· 1y ago
the webstore lists the rank as having everything the same as the highest "normal rank" but also says this in the description. "Direct access to lead the community with this prestigious Rank!"
2ReplyShare📷level 1MessageMany5967OP· 1y ago
little update, since post went up they turned on some sort of super slow chunkloading, causing the entire server to load like they hosting from some Walmart hotspot.
2ReplyShare📷level 1Outside-Return1737· 1m ago
I know this is an old post but, i just got perm banned for extreme hate speech because i said i was gay once and apologized for not knowing gay was a banned word
2ReplyShare📷level 2MessageMany5967OP· 1m ago
I got permed banned for saying they got the "discount server package" because it lagged so hard.
2ReplyShare📷level 1ComradeKerbal· 1y ago
Thats bad also what versions is it?
1ReplyShare📷level 2MessageMany5967OP· 1y ago
last I played it was 1.17 but I'd imagine they have a 1.18 server. That's what they do, wait a while when a new version is released. Then release a new server and immediately stop support for the older version. Except for people who pay money to transfer items from old server to new server. Think it's like $20 for each "op" weapon and armor piece.
3ReplyShare📷level 1Ok_Stand_4948· 4m ago
People's lives are dependent upon this game and rga has a family people have to eat and be clothed he's got to pay the bills somehow
0ReplyShare📷level 2MessageMany5967OP· 4m ago
lmao thanks for this laugh...go worship Rga some more lmao...sad
1ReplyShare📷level 1AlgorithmScent· 1y ago
You need ranks to tpa? Why? Another thing. This server is protected to hell and back because a YouTuber owns it. What the fuck
1ReplyShare📷level 1lolitstrain21· 1y ago
We should make a lag machine or something
1ReplyShare📷level 1VirginViper· 1y ago
I believe that them using Valves Cosmetic Crate Icons is actual fucking copyright
1ReplyShare📷level 2MessageMany5967OP· 1y ago
oh shit I just saw that, straight up copy and paste
2ReplyShare📷level 1Nathator97· 1y ago
i think this server is about to take a huge L
1ReplyShare📷level 1Kirrmeet· 1y ago
/fly is only usable in hub but still p2w tho
1ReplyShare📷level 2MessageMany5967OP· 1y ago
it's not, you buy it you can use it on all the servers.
2ReplyShare📷level 1Funny_Entrepreneur17· 1y ago
had to make a throw away account so i could post this safely he does make his own plugins, some of them at least, and after working for him for 7 years i can honestly say he is the worst to work with. i wouldnt say its pay to win but RGA is pay to much to have fun, this isnt his only server as well. he own a skyblocknetwork as well. hes been called out for years for padding player count, and spoofing votes to get it higher on vote sites. there is so much i could go into in all my time working there
i worked with him through 2 S.A/ grooming cases that were swept under the rug and watched as a discord admin was harassed by one of the "co-owners" GF at the time. Don't get me wrong the Discord admin was kinda a bitch, but for RGA to let the Berry Admin make war against them and tell them to Commit Sewer slide was a little terrible. it ended with the discord admin leaving the server. not sure where they are now but i hope they got help after that.RGA doesnt give a shit about his staff and what happens on the team, he instead leaves that up to "admins" while he is off making fake hacker videos and fake troll videos.
1ReplyShare📷level 2MzzteryRose· 1y ago
I usually linger without talking but since you mentioned me I thought I should. Your right I was kinda a bitch, sorry for that. I was going through some shite at the time id rather not bring to light again. I did end up getting help, I really needed it and being pushed where I was ended up being the final sign.
1ReplyShare📷level 1Mother-Art8247· 1y ago
Agree, It's a pay 2 win server and it's hard to dupe or hack on it.
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2023.06.02 18:54 DixNeufsz Creative writing mark please
Can some one mark this creative writing did it in exam conditions thanks, I didn't get to finish so I don't know if that will make me lose marks
Mr. and Mrs. Dursley, of number four, Privet Drive, were proud to say that they were perfectly normal, thank you very much. They were the last people you'd expect to be involved in anything strange or mysterious, because they just didn't hold with such nonsense. Mr. Dursley was the director of a firm called Grunnings, which made drills. He was a big, beefy man with hardly any neck, although he did have a very large mustache. Mrs. Dursley was thin and blonde and had nearly twice the usual amount of neck, which came in very useful as she spent so much of her time craning over garden fences, spying on the neighbors. The Dursleys had a small son called Dudley and in their opinion there was no finer boy anywhere. The Dursleys had everything they wanted, but they also had a secret, and their greatest fear was that somebody would discover it. They didn't think they could bear it if anyone found out about the Potters. Mrs. Potter was Mrs. Dursley's sister, but they hadn't met for several years; in fact, Mrs. Dursley pretended she didn't have a sister, because her sister and her good-for-nothing husband were as unDursleyish as it was possible to be. The Dursleys shuddered to think what the neighbors would say if the Potters arrived in the street. The Dursleys knew that the Potters had a small son, too, but they had never even seen him. This boy was another good reason for keeping the Potters away; they didn't want Dudley mixing with a child like that. When Mr. and Mrs. Dursley woke up on the dull, gray Tuesday our story starts, there was nothing about the cloudy sky outside to suggest that strange and mysterious things would soon be happening all over the country. Mr. Dursley hummed as he picked out his most boring tie for work, and Mrs. Dursley gossiped away happily as she wrestled a screaming Dudley into his high chair. None of them noticed a large, tawny owl flutter past the window. At half past eight, Mr. Dursley picked up his briefcase, pecked Mrs. Dursley on the cheek, and tried to kiss Dudley good-bye but missed, 2 because Dudley was now having a tantrum and throwing his cereal at the walls. "Little tyke," chortled Mr. Dursley as he left the house. He got into his car and backed out of number four's drive. It was on the corner of the street that he noticed the first sign of something peculiar -- a cat reading a map. For a second, Mr. Dursley didn't realize what he had seen -- then he jerked his head around to look again. There was a tabby cat standing on the corner of Privet Drive, but there wasn't a map in sight. What could he have been thinking of? It must have been a trick of the light. Mr. Dursley blinked and stared at the cat. It stared back. As Mr. Dursley drove around the corner and up the road, he watched the cat in his mirror. It was now reading the sign that said Privet Drive -- no, looking at the sign; cats couldn't read maps or signs. Mr. Dursley gave himself a little shake and put the cat out of his mind. As he drove toward town he thought of nothing except a large order of drills he was hoping to get that day. But on the edge of town, drills were driven out of his mind by something else. As he sat in the usual morning traffic jam, he couldn't help noticing that there seemed to be a lot of strangely dressed people about. People in cloaks. Mr. Dursley couldn't bear people who dressed in funny clothes -- the getups you saw on young people! He supposed this was some stupid new fashion. He drummed his fingers on the steering wheel and his eyes fell on a huddle of these weirdos standing quite close by. They were whispering excitedly together. Mr. Dursley was enraged to see that a couple of them weren't young at all; why, that man had to be older than he was, and wearing an emerald-green cloak! The nerve of him! But then it struck Mr. Dursley that this was probably some silly stunt -- these people were obviously collecting for something... yes, that would be it. The traffic moved on and a few minutes later, Mr. Dursley arrived in the Grunnings parking lot, his mind back on drills. Mr. Dursley always sat with his back to the window in his office on the ninth floor. If he hadn't, he might have found it harder to concentrate on drills that morning. He didn't see the owls swoop ing past in broad daylight, though people down in the street did; they pointed and gazed open- mouthed as owl after owl sped overhead. Most of them had never seen an owl even at nighttime. Mr. Dursley, however, had a perfectly normal, owl-free morning. He yelled at five different people. He made several important telephone calls and shouted a bit more. He was in a very good mood until lunchtime, when he thought he'd stretch his legs and walk across the road to buy himself a bun from the bakery. 3 He'd forgotten all about the people in cloaks until he passed a group of them next to the baker's. He eyed them angrily as he passed. He didn't know why, but they made him uneasy. This bunch were whispering excitedly, too, and he couldn't see a single collecting tin. It was on his way back past them, clutching a large doughnut in a bag, that he caught a few words of what they were saying. "The Potters, that's right, that's what I heard yes, their son, Harry" Mr. Dursley stopped dead. Fear flooded him. He looked back at the whisperers as if he wanted to say something to them, but thought better of it. He dashed back across the road, hurried up to his office, snapped at his secretary not to disturb him, seized his telephone, and had almost finished dialing his home number when he changed his mind. He put the receiver back down and stroked his mustache, thinking... no, he was being stupid. Potter wasn't such an unusual name. He was sure there were lots of people called Potter who had a son called Harry. Come to think of it, he wasn't even sure his nephew was called Harry. He'd never even seen the boy. It might have been Harvey. Or Harold. There was no point in worrying Mrs. Dursley; she always got so upset at any mention of her sister. He didn't blame her -- if he'd had a sister like that... but all the same, those people in cloaks... He found it a lot harder to concentrate on drills that afternoon and when he left the building at five o'clock, he was still so worried that he walked straight into someone just outside the door. "Sorry," he grunted, as the tiny old man stumbled and almost fell. It was a few seconds before Mr. Dursley realized that the man was wearing a violet cloak. He didn't seem at all upset at being almost knocked to the ground. On the contrary, his face split into a wide smile and he said in a squeaky voice that made passersby stare, "Don't be sorry, my dear sir, for nothing could upset me today! Rejoice, for You-Know-Who has gone at last! Even Muggles like yourself should be celebrating, this happy, happy day!" And the old man hugged Mr. Dursley around the middle and walked off. Mr. Dursley stood rooted to the spot. He had been hugged by a complete stranger. He also thought he had been called a Muggle, whatever that was. He was rattled. He hurried to his car and set off for home, hoping 4 he was imagining things, which he had never hoped before, because he didn't approve of imagination. As he pulled into the driveway of number four, the first thing he saw -- and it didn't improve his mood -- was the tabby cat he'd spotted that morning. It was now sitting on his garden wall. He was sure it was the same one; it had the same markings around its eyes. "Shoo!" said Mr. Dursley loudly. The cat didn't move. It just gave him a stern look. Was this normal cat behavior? Mr. Dursley wondered. Trying to pull himself together, he let himself into the house. He was still determined not to mention anything to his wife. Mrs. Dursley had had a nice, normal day. She told him over dinner all about Mrs. Next Door's problems with her daughter and how Dudley had learned a new word ("Won't!"). Mr. Dursley tried to act normally. When Dudley had been put to bed, he went into the living room in time to catch the last report on the evening news: "And finally, bird-watchers everywhere have reported that the nation's owls have been behaving very unusually today. Although owls normally hunt at night and are hardly ever seen in daylight, there have been hundreds of sightings of these birds flying in every direction since sunrise. Experts are unable to explain why the owls have suddenly changed their sleeping pattern." The newscaster allowed himself a grin. "Most mysterious. And now, over to Jim McGuffin with the weather. Going to be any more showers of owls tonight, Jim?" "Well, Ted," said the weatherman, "I don't know about that, but it's not only the owls that have been acting oddly today. Viewers as far apart as Kent, Yorkshire, and Dundee have been phoning in to tell me that instead of the rain I promised yesterday, they've had a downpour of shooting stars! Perhaps people have been celebrating Bonfire Night early -- it's not until next week, folks! But I can promise a wet night tonight." Mr. Dursley sat frozen in his armchair. Shooting stars all over Britain? Owls flying by daylight? Mysterious people in cloaks all over the place? And a whisper, a whisper about the Potters... Mrs. Dursley came into the living room carrying two cups of tea. It was no good. He'd have to say something to her. He cleared his throat nervously. "Er -- Petunia, dear -- you haven't heard from your sister lately, have you?" 5 As he had expected, Mrs. Dursley looked shocked and angry. After all, they normally pretended she didn't have a sister. "No," she said sharply. "Why?" "Funny stuff on the news," Mr. Dursley mumbled. "Owls... shooting stars... and there were a lot of funny-looking people in town today..." "So?" snapped Mrs. Dursley. "Well, I just thought... maybe... it was something to do with... you know... her crowd." Mrs. Dursley sipped her tea through pursed lips. Mr. Dursley wondered whether he dared tell her he'd heard the name "Potter." He decided he didn't dare. Instead he said, as casually as he could, "Their son -- he'd be about Dudley's age now, wouldn't he?" "I suppose so," said Mrs. Dursley stiffly. "What's his name again? Howard, isn't it?" "Harry. Nasty, common name, if you ask me." "Oh, yes," said Mr. Dursley, his heart sinking horribly. "Yes, I quite agree." He didn't say another word on the subject as they went upstairs to bed. While Mrs. Dursley was in the bathroom, Mr. Dursley crept to the bedroom window and peered down into the front garden. The cat was still there. It was staring down Privet Drive as though it were waiting for something. Was he imagining things? Could all this have anything to do with the Potters? If it did... if it got out that they were related to a pair of -- well, he didn't think he could bear it. The Dursleys got into bed. Mrs. Dursley fell asleep quickly but Mr. Dursley lay awake, turning it all over in his mind. His last, comforting thought before he fell asleep was that even if the Potters were involved, there was no reason for them to come near him and Mrs. Dursley. The Potters knew very well what he and Petunia thought about 6 them and their kind.... He couldn't see how he and Petunia could get mixed up in anything that might be going on -- he yawned and turned over -- it couldn't affect them.... How very wrong he was. Mr. Dursley might have been drifting into an uneasy sleep, but the cat on the wall outside was showing no sign of sleepiness. It was sitting as still as a statue, its eyes fixed unblinkingly on the far corner of Privet Drive. It didn't so much as quiver when a car door slammed on the next street, nor when two owls swooped overhead. In fact, it was nearly midnight before the cat moved at all. A man appeared on the corner the cat had been watching, appeared so suddenly and silently you'd have thought he'd just popped out of the ground. The cat's tail twitched and its eyes narrowed. Nothing like this man had ever been seen on Privet Drive. He was tall, thin, and very old, judging by the silver of his hair and beard, which were both long enough to tuck into his belt. He was wearing long robes, a purple cloak that swept the ground, and high-heeled, buckled boots. His blue eyes were light, bright, and sparkling behind half-moon spectacles and his nose was very long and crooked, as though it had been broken at least twice. This man's name was Albus Dumbledore. Albus Dumbledore didn't seem to realize that he had just arrived in a street where everything from his name to his boots was unwelcome. He was busy rummaging in his cloak, looking for something. But he did seem to realize he was being watched, because he looked up suddenly at the cat, which was still staring at him from the other end of the street. For some reason, the sight of the cat seemed to amuse him. He chuckled and muttered, "I should have known." He found what he was looking for in his inside pocket. It seemed to be a silver cigarette lighter. He flicked it open, held it up in the air, and clicked it. The nearest street lamp went out with a little pop. He clicked it again -- the next lamp flickered into darkness. Twelve times he clicked the Put-Outer, until the only lights left on the whole street were two tiny pinpricks in the distance, which were the eyes of the cat watching him. If anyone looked out of their window now, even beady-eyed Mrs. Dursley, they wouldn't be able to see anything that was happening down on the pavement. Dumbledore slipped the Put-Outer back inside his cloak and set off down the street toward number four, where he sat down 7 on the wall next to the cat. He didn't look at it, but after a moment he spoke to it. "Fancy seeing you here, Professor McGonagall." He turned to smile at the tabby, but it had gone. Instead he was smiling at a rather severe-looking woman who was wearing square glasses exactly the shape of the markings the cat had had around its eyes. She, too, was wearing a cloak, an emerald one. Her black hair was drawn into a tight bun. She looked distinctly ruffled. "How did you know it was me?" she asked. "My dear Professor, I 've never seen a cat sit so stiffly." "You'd be stiff if you'd been sitting on a brick wall all day," said Professor McGonagall. "All day? When you could have been celebrating? I must have passed a dozen feasts and parties on my way here." Professor McGonagall sniffed angrily. "Oh yes, everyone's celebrating, all right," she said impatiently. "You'd think they'd be a bit more careful, but no -- even the Muggles have noticed something's going on. It was on their news." She jerked her head back at the Dursleys' dark living-room window. "I heard it. Flocks of owls... shooting stars.... Well, they're not completely stupid. They were bound to notice something. Shooting stars down in Kent -- I'll bet that was Dedalus Diggle. He never had much sense." "You can't blame them," said Dumbledore gently. "We've had precious little to celebrate for eleven years." "I know that," said Professor McGonagall irritably. "But that's no reason to lose our heads. People are being downright careless, out on the streets in broad daylight, not even dressed in Muggle clothes, swapping rumors." She threw a sharp, sideways glance at Dumbledore here, as though hoping he was going to tell her something, but he didn't, so she went on. "A fine thing it would be if, on the very day YouKnow-Who seems to have disappeared at last, the Muggles found out about us all. I suppose he 8 really has gone, Dumbledore?" "It certainly seems so," said Dumbledore. "We have much to be thankful for. Would you care for a lemon drop?" "A what?" "A lemon drop. They're a kind of Muggle sweet I'm rather fond of" "No, thank you," said Professor McGonagall coldly, as though she didn't think this was the moment for lemon drops. "As I say, even if You-Know-Who has gone -" "My dear Professor, surely a sensible person like yourself can call him by his name? All this 'You- Know-Who' nonsense -- for eleven years I have been trying to persuade people to call him by his proper name: Voldemort." Professor McGonagall flinched, but Dumbledore, who was unsticking two lemon drops, seemed not to notice. "It all gets so confusing if we keep saying 'You-Know-Who.' I have never seen any reason to be frightened of saying Voldemort's name. "I know you haven 't, said Professor McGonagall, sounding half exasperated, half admiring. "But you're different. Everyone knows you're the only one You-Know- oh, all right, Voldemort, was frightened of." "You flatter me," said Dumbledore calmly. "Voldemort had powers I will never have." "Only because you're too -- well -- noble to use them." "It's lucky it's dark. I haven't blushed so much since Madam Pomfrey told me she liked my new earmuffs." Professor McGonagall shot a sharp look at Dumbledore and said, "The owls are nothing next to the rumors that are flying around. You know what everyone's saying? About why he's disappeared? About what finally stopped him?" It seemed that Professor McGonagall had reached the point she was most anxious to discuss, the real reason she had been waiting on a cold, hard wall all day, for neither as a cat nor as a woman had she fixed Dumbledore with such a piercing stare as she did now. It was plain that whatever "everyone" was saying, she was not going to believe it until 9 Dumbledore told her it was true. Dumbledore, however, was choosing another lemon drop and did not answer. "What they're saying," she pressed on, "is that last night Voldemort turned up in Godric's Hollow. He went to find the Potters. The rumor is that Lily and James Potter are -- are -- that they're -- dead. " Dumbledore bowed his head. Professor McGonagall gasped. "Lily and James... I can't believe it... I didn't want to believe it... Oh, Albus..." Dumbledore reached out and patted her on the shoulder. "I know... I know..." he said heavily. Professor McGonagall's voice trembled as she went on. "That's not all. They're saying he tried to kill the Potter's son, Harry. But -- he couldn't. He couldn't kill that little boy. No one knows why, or how, but they're saying that when he couldn't kill Harry Potter, Voldemort's power somehow broke -- and that's why he's gone. Dumbledore nodded glumly. "It's -- it's true?" faltered Professor McGonagall. "After all he's done... all the people he's killed... he couldn't kill a little boy? It's just astounding... of all the things to stop him... but how in the name of heaven did Harry survive?" "We can only guess," said Dumbledore. "We may never know." Professor McGonagall pulled out a lace handkerchief and dabbed at her eyes beneath her spectacles. Dumbledore gave a great sniff as he took a golden watch from his pocket and examined it. It was a very odd watch. It had twelve hands but no numbers; instead, little planets were moving around the edge. It must have made sense to Dumbledore, though, because he put it back in his pocket and said, "Hagrid's late. I suppose it was he who told you I'd be here, by the way?" "Yes," said Professor McGonagall. "And I don't suppose you're going to tell me why you're here, of all places?" "I've come to bring Harry to his aunt and uncle. They're the only family he has left now." 10 "You don't mean -- you can't mean the people who live here?" cried Professor McGonagall, jumping to her feet and pointing at number four. "Dumbledore -- you can't. I've been watching them all day. You couldn't find two people who are less like us. And they've got this son -- I saw him kicking his mother all the way up the street, screaming for sweets. Harry Potter come and live here!" "It's the best place for him," said Dumbledore firmly. "His aunt and uncle will be able to explain everything to him when he's older. I've written them a letter." "A letter?" repeated Professor McGonagall faintly, sitting back down on the wall. "Really, Dumbledore, you think you can explain all this in a letter? These people will never understand him! He'll be famous -- a legend -- I wouldn't be surprised if today was known as Harry Potter day in the future -- there will be books written about Harry -- every child in our world will know his name!" "Exactly," said Dumbledore, looking very seriously over the top of his half-moon glasses. "It would be enough to turn any boy's head. Famous before he can walk and talk! Famous for something he won't even remember! CarA you see how much better off he'll be, growing up away from all that until he's ready to take it?" Professor McGonagall opened her mouth, changed her mind, swallowed, and then said, "Yes -- yes, you're right, of course. But how is the boy getting here, Dumbledore?" She eyed his cloak suddenly as though she thought he might be hiding Harry underneath it. "Hagrid's bringing him." "You think it -- wise -- to trust Hagrid with something as important as this?" I would trust Hagrid with my life," said Dumbledore. "I'm not saying his heart isn't in the right place," said Professor McGonagall grudgingly, "but you can't pretend he's not careless. He does tend to -- what was that?" A low rumbling sound had broken the silence around them. It grew steadily louder as they looked up and down the street for some sign of a 11 headlight; it swelled to a roar as they both looked up at the sky -- and a huge motorcycle fell out of the air and landed on the road in front of them. If the motorcycle was huge, it was nothing to the man sitting astride it. He was almost twice as tall as a normal man and at least five times as wide. He looked simply too big to be allowed, and so wild - long tangles of bushy black hair and beard hid most of his face, he had hands the size of trash can lids, and his feet in their leather boots were like baby dolphins. In his vast, muscular arms he was holding a bundle of blankets. "Hagrid," said Dumbledore, sounding relieved. "At last. And where did you get that motorcycle?" "Borrowed it, Professor Dumbledore, sit," said the giant, climbing carefully off the motorcycle as he spoke. "Young Sirius Black lent it to me. I've got him, sir." "No problems, were there?" "No, sir -- house was almost destroyed, but I got him out all right before the Muggles started swarmin' around. He fell asleep as we was flyin' over Bristol." Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall bent forward over the bundle of blankets. Inside, just visible, was a baby boy, fast asleep. Under a tuft of jet-black hair over his forehead they could see a curiously shaped cut, like a bolt of lightning. "Is that where -?" whispered Professor McGonagall. "Yes," said Dumbledore. "He'll have that scar forever." "Couldn't you do something about it, Dumbledore?" "Even if I could, I wouldn't. Scars can come in handy. I have one myself above my left knee that is a perfect map of the London Underground. Well -- give him here, Hagrid -- we'd better get this over with." Dumbledore took Harry in his arms and turned toward the Dursleys' house. "Could I -- could I say good-bye to him, sir?" asked Hagrid. He bent his 12 great, shaggy head over Harry and gave him what must have been a very scratchy, whiskery kiss. Then, suddenly, Hagrid let out a howl like a wounded dog. "Shhh!" hissed Professor McGonagall, "you'll wake the Muggles!" "S-s-sorry," sobbed Hagrid, taking out a large, spotted handkerchief and burying his face in it. "But I c-c-can't stand it -- Lily an' James dead -- an' poor little Harry off ter live with Muggles -" "Yes, yes, it's all very sad, but get a grip on yourself, Hagrid, or we'll be found," Professor McGonagall whispered, patting Hagrid gingerly on the arm as Dumbledore stepped over the low garden wall and walked to the front door. He laid Harry gently on the doorstep, took a letter out of his cloak, tucked it inside Harry's blankets, and then came back to the other two. For a full minute the three of them stood and looked at the little bundle; Hagrid's shoulders shook, Professor McGonagall blinked furiously, and the twinkling light that usually shone from Dumbledore's eyes seemed to have gone out. "Well," said Dumbledore finally, "that's that. We've no business staying here. We may as well go and join the celebrations." "Yeah," said Hagrid in a very muffled voice, "I'll be takin' Sirius his bike back. G'night, Professor McGonagall -- Professor Dumbledore, sir." Wiping his streaming eyes on his jacket sleeve, Hagrid swung himself onto the motorcycle and kicked the engine into life; with a roar it rose into the air and off into the night. "I shall see you soon, I expect, Professor McGonagall," said Dumbledore, nodding to her. Professor McGonagall blew her nose in reply. Dumbledore turned and walked back down the street. On the corner he stopped and took out the silver Put-Outer. He clicked it once, and twelve balls of light sped back to their street lamps so that Privet Drive glowed suddenly orange and he could make out a tabby cat slinking around the corner at the other end of the street. He could just see the bundle of blankets on the step of number four. "Good luck, Harry," he murmured. He turned on his heel and with a swish of his cloak, he was gone. 13 A breeze ruffled the neat hedges of Privet Drive, which lay silent and tidy under the inky sky, the very last place you would expect astonishing things to happen.
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Mr. and Mrs. Dursley, of number four, Privet Drive, were proud to say that they were perfectly normal, thank you very much. They were the last people you'd expect to be involved in anything strange or mysterious, because they just didn't hold with such nonsense. Mr. Dursley was the director of a firm called Grunnings, which made drills. He was a big, beefy man with hardly any neck, although he did have a very large mustache. Mrs. Dursley was thin and blonde and had nearly twice the usual amount of neck, which came in very useful as she spent so much of her time craning over garden fences, spying on the neighbors. The Dursleys had a small son called Dudley and in their opinion there was no finer boy anywhere. The Dursleys had everything they wanted, but they also had a secret, and their greatest fear was that somebody would discover it. They didn't think they could bear it if anyone found out about the Potters. Mrs. Potter was Mrs. Dursley's sister, but they hadn't met for several years; in fact, Mrs. Dursley pretended she didn't have a sister, because her sister and her good-for-nothing husband were as unDursleyish as it was possible to be. The Dursleys shuddered to think what the neighbors would say if the Potters arrived in the street. The Dursleys knew that the Potters had a small son, too, but they had never even seen him. This boy was another good reason for keeping the Potters away; they didn't want Dudley mixing with a child like that. When Mr. and Mrs. Dursley woke up on the dull, gray Tuesday our story starts, there was nothing about the cloudy sky outside to suggest that strange and mysterious things would soon be happening all over the country. Mr. Dursley hummed as he picked out his most boring tie for work, and Mrs. Dursley gossiped away happily as she wrestled a screaming Dudley into his high chair. None of them noticed a large, tawny owl flutter past the window. At half past eight, Mr. Dursley picked up his briefcase, pecked Mrs. Dursley on the cheek, and tried to kiss Dudley good-bye but missed, 2 because Dudley was now having a tantrum and throwing his cereal at the walls. "Little tyke," chortled Mr. Dursley as he left the house. He got into his car and backed out of number four's drive. It was on the corner of the street that he noticed the first sign of something peculiar -- a cat reading a map. For a second, Mr. Dursley didn't realize what he had seen -- then he jerked his head around to look again. There was a tabby cat standing on the corner of Privet Drive, but there wasn't a map in sight. What could he have been thinking of? It must have been a trick of the light. Mr. Dursley blinked and stared at the cat. It stared back. As Mr. Dursley drove around the corner and up the road, he watched the cat in his mirror. It was now reading the sign that said Privet Drive -- no, looking at the sign; cats couldn't read maps or signs. Mr. Dursley gave himself a little shake and put the cat out of his mind. As he drove toward town he thought of nothing except a large order of drills he was hoping to get that day. But on the edge of town, drills were driven out of his mind by something else. As he sat in the usual morning traffic jam, he couldn't help noticing that there seemed to be a lot of strangely dressed people about. People in cloaks. Mr. Dursley couldn't bear people who dressed in funny clothes -- the getups you saw on young people! He supposed this was some stupid new fashion. He drummed his fingers on the steering wheel and his eyes fell on a huddle of these weirdos standing quite close by. They were whispering excitedly together. Mr. Dursley was enraged to see that a couple of them weren't young at all; why, that man had to be older than he was, and wearing an emerald-green cloak! The nerve of him! But then it struck Mr. Dursley that this was probably some silly stunt -- these people were obviously collecting for something... yes, that would be it. The traffic moved on and a few minutes later, Mr. Dursley arrived in the Grunnings parking lot, his mind back on drills. Mr. Dursley always sat with his back to the window in his office on the ninth floor. If he hadn't, he might have found it harder to concentrate on drills that morning. He didn't see the owls swoop ing past in broad daylight, though people down in the street did; they pointed and gazed open- mouthed as owl after owl sped overhead. Most of them had never seen an owl even at nighttime. Mr. Dursley, however, had a perfectly normal, owl-free morning. He yelled at five different people. He made several important telephone calls and shouted a bit more. He was in a very good mood until lunchtime, when he thought he'd stretch his legs and walk across the road to buy himself a bun from the bakery. 3 He'd forgotten all about the people in cloaks until he passed a group of them next to the baker's. He eyed them angrily as he passed. He didn't know why, but they made him uneasy. This bunch were whispering excitedly, too, and he couldn't see a single collecting tin. It was on his way back past them, clutching a large doughnut in a bag, that he caught a few words of what they were saying. "The Potters, that's right, that's what I heard yes, their son, Harry" Mr. Dursley stopped dead. Fear flooded him. He looked back at the whisperers as if he wanted to say something to them, but thought better of it. He dashed back across the road, hurried up to his office, snapped at his secretary not to disturb him, seized his telephone, and had almost finished dialing his home number when he changed his mind. He put the receiver back down and stroked his mustache, thinking... no, he was being stupid. Potter wasn't such an unusual name. He was sure there were lots of people called Potter who had a son called Harry. Come to think of it, he wasn't even sure his nephew was called Harry. He'd never even seen the boy. It might have been Harvey. Or Harold. There was no point in worrying Mrs. Dursley; she always got so upset at any mention of her sister. He didn't blame her -- if he'd had a sister like that... but all the same, those people in cloaks... He found it a lot harder to concentrate on drills that afternoon and when he left the building at five o'clock, he was still so worried that he walked straight into someone just outside the door. "Sorry," he grunted, as the tiny old man stumbled and almost fell. It was a few seconds before Mr. Dursley realized that the man was wearing a violet cloak. He didn't seem at all upset at being almost knocked to the ground. On the contrary, his face split into a wide smile and he said in a squeaky voice that made passersby stare, "Don't be sorry, my dear sir, for nothing could upset me today! Rejoice, for You-Know-Who has gone at last! Even Muggles like yourself should be celebrating, this happy, happy day!" And the old man hugged Mr. Dursley around the middle and walked off. Mr. Dursley stood rooted to the spot. He had been hugged by a complete stranger. He also thought he had been called a Muggle, whatever that was. He was rattled. He hurried to his car and set off for home, hoping 4 he was imagining things, which he had never hoped before, because he didn't approve of imagination. As he pulled into the driveway of number four, the first thing he saw -- and it didn't improve his mood -- was the tabby cat he'd spotted that morning. It was now sitting on his garden wall. He was sure it was the same one; it had the same markings around its eyes. "Shoo!" said Mr. Dursley loudly. The cat didn't move. It just gave him a stern look. Was this normal cat behavior? Mr. Dursley wondered. Trying to pull himself together, he let himself into the house. He was still determined not to mention anything to his wife. Mrs. Dursley had had a nice, normal day. She told him over dinner all about Mrs. Next Door's problems with her daughter and how Dudley had learned a new word ("Won't!"). Mr. Dursley tried to act normally. When Dudley had been put to bed, he went into the living room in time to catch the last report on the evening news: "And finally, bird-watchers everywhere have reported that the nation's owls have been behaving very unusually today. Although owls normally hunt at night and are hardly ever seen in daylight, there have been hundreds of sightings of these birds flying in every direction since sunrise. Experts are unable to explain why the owls have suddenly changed their sleeping pattern." The newscaster allowed himself a grin. "Most mysterious. And now, over to Jim McGuffin with the weather. Going to be any more showers of owls tonight, Jim?" "Well, Ted," said the weatherman, "I don't know about that, but it's not only the owls that have been acting oddly today. Viewers as far apart as Kent, Yorkshire, and Dundee have been phoning in to tell me that instead of the rain I promised yesterday, they've had a downpour of shooting stars! Perhaps people have been celebrating Bonfire Night early -- it's not until next week, folks! But I can promise a wet night tonight." Mr. Dursley sat frozen in his armchair. Shooting stars all over Britain? Owls flying by daylight? Mysterious people in cloaks all over the place? And a whisper, a whisper about the Potters... Mrs. Dursley came into the living room carrying two cups of tea. It was no good. He'd have to say something to her. He cleared his throat nervously. "Er -- Petunia, dear -- you haven't heard from your sister lately, have you?" 5 As he had expected, Mrs. Dursley looked shocked and angry. After all, they normally pretended she didn't have a sister. "No," she said sharply. "Why?" "Funny stuff on the news," Mr. Dursley mumbled. "Owls... shooting stars... and there were a lot of funny-looking people in town today..." "So?" snapped Mrs. Dursley. "Well, I just thought... maybe... it was something to do with... you know... her crowd." Mrs. Dursley sipped her tea through pursed lips. Mr. Dursley wondered whether he dared tell her he'd heard the name "Potter." He decided he didn't dare. Instead he said, as casually as he could, "Their son -- he'd be about Dudley's age now, wouldn't he?" "I suppose so," said Mrs. Dursley stiffly. "What's his name again? Howard, isn't it?" "Harry. Nasty, common name, if you ask me." "Oh, yes," said Mr. Dursley, his heart sinking horribly. "Yes, I quite agree." He didn't say another word on the subject as they went upstairs to bed. While Mrs. Dursley was in the bathroom, Mr. Dursley crept to the bedroom window and peered down into the front garden. The cat was still there. It was staring down Privet Drive as though it were waiting for something. Was he imagining things? Could all this have anything to do with the Potters? If it did... if it got out that they were related to a pair of -- well, he didn't think he could bear it. The Dursleys got into bed. Mrs. Dursley fell asleep quickly but Mr. Dursley lay awake, turning it all over in his mind. His last, comforting thought before he fell asleep was that even if the Potters were involved, there was no reason for them to come near him and Mrs. Dursley. The Potters knew very well what he and Petunia thought about 6 them and their kind.... He couldn't see how he and Petunia could get mixed up in anything that might be going on -- he yawned and turned over -- it couldn't affect them.... How very wrong he was. Mr. Dursley might have been drifting into an uneasy sleep, but the cat on the wall outside was showing no sign of sleepiness. It was sitting as still as a statue, its eyes fixed unblinkingly on the far corner of Privet Drive. It didn't so much as quiver when a car door slammed on the next street, nor when two owls swooped overhead. In fact, it was nearly midnight before the cat moved at all. A man appeared on the corner the cat had been watching, appeared so suddenly and silently you'd have thought he'd just popped out of the ground. The cat's tail twitched and its eyes narrowed. Nothing like this man had ever been seen on Privet Drive. He was tall, thin, and very old, judging by the silver of his hair and beard, which were both long enough to tuck into his belt. He was wearing long robes, a purple cloak that swept the ground, and high-heeled, buckled boots. His blue eyes were light, bright, and sparkling behind half-moon spectacles and his nose was very long and crooked, as though it had been broken at least twice. This man's name was Albus Dumbledore. Albus Dumbledore didn't seem to realize that he had just arrived in a street where everything from his name to his boots was unwelcome. He was busy rummaging in his cloak, looking for something. But he did seem to realize he was being watched, because he looked up suddenly at the cat, which was still staring at him from the other end of the street. For some reason, the sight of the cat seemed to amuse him. He chuckled and muttered, "I should have known." He found what he was looking for in his inside pocket. It seemed to be a silver cigarette lighter. He flicked it open, held it up in the air, and clicked it. The nearest street lamp went out with a little pop. He clicked it again -- the next lamp flickered into darkness. Twelve times he clicked the Put-Outer, until the only lights left on the whole street were two tiny pinpricks in the distance, which were the eyes of the cat watching him. If anyone looked out of their window now, even beady-eyed Mrs. Dursley, they wouldn't be able to see anything that was happening down on the pavement. Dumbledore slipped the Put-Outer back inside his cloak and set off down the street toward number four, where he sat down 7 on the wall next to the cat. He didn't look at it, but after a moment he spoke to it. "Fancy seeing you here, Professor McGonagall." He turned to smile at the tabby, but it had gone. Instead he was smiling at a rather severe-looking woman who was wearing square glasses exactly the shape of the markings the cat had had around its eyes. She, too, was wearing a cloak, an emerald one. Her black hair was drawn into a tight bun. She looked distinctly ruffled. "How did you know it was me?" she asked. "My dear Professor, I 've never seen a cat sit so stiffly." "You'd be stiff if you'd been sitting on a brick wall all day," said Professor McGonagall. "All day? When you could have been celebrating? I must have passed a dozen feasts and parties on my way here." Professor McGonagall sniffed angrily. "Oh yes, everyone's celebrating, all right," she said impatiently. "You'd think they'd be a bit more careful, but no -- even the Muggles have noticed something's going on. It was on their news." She jerked her head back at the Dursleys' dark living-room window. "I heard it. Flocks of owls... shooting stars.... Well, they're not completely stupid. They were bound to notice something. Shooting stars down in Kent -- I'll bet that was Dedalus Diggle. He never had much sense." "You can't blame them," said Dumbledore gently. "We've had precious little to celebrate for eleven years." "I know that," said Professor McGonagall irritably. "But that's no reason to lose our heads. People are being downright careless, out on the streets in broad daylight, not even dressed in Muggle clothes, swapping rumors." She threw a sharp, sideways glance at Dumbledore here, as though hoping he was going to tell her something, but he didn't, so she went on. "A fine thing it would be if, on the very day YouKnow-Who seems to have disappeared at last, the Muggles found out about us all. I suppose he 8 really has gone, Dumbledore?" "It certainly seems so," said Dumbledore. "We have much to be thankful for. Would you care for a lemon drop?" "A what?" "A lemon drop. They're a kind of Muggle sweet I'm rather fond of" "No, thank you," said Professor McGonagall coldly, as though she didn't think this was the moment for lemon drops. "As I say, even if You-Know-Who has gone -" "My dear Professor, surely a sensible person like yourself can call him by his name? All this 'You- Know-Who' nonsense -- for eleven years I have been trying to persuade people to call him by his proper name: Voldemort." Professor McGonagall flinched, but Dumbledore, who was unsticking two lemon drops, seemed not to notice. "It all gets so confusing if we keep saying 'You-Know-Who.' I have never seen any reason to be frightened of saying Voldemort's name. "I know you haven 't, said Professor McGonagall, sounding half exasperated, half admiring. "But you're different. Everyone knows you're the only one You-Know- oh, all right, Voldemort, was frightened of." "You flatter me," said Dumbledore calmly. "Voldemort had powers I will never have." "Only because you're too -- well -- noble to use them." "It's lucky it's dark. I haven't blushed so much since Madam Pomfrey told me she liked my new earmuffs." Professor McGonagall shot a sharp look at Dumbledore and said, "The owls are nothing next to the rumors that are flying around. You know what everyone's saying? About why he's disappeared? About what finally stopped him?" It seemed that Professor McGonagall had reached the point she was most anxious to discuss, the real reason she had been waiting on a cold, hard wall all day, for neither as a cat nor as a woman had she fixed Dumbledore with such a piercing stare as she did now. It was plain that whatever "everyone" was saying, she was not going to believe it until 9 Dumbledore told her it was true. Dumbledore, however, was choosing another lemon drop and did not answer. "What they're saying," she pressed on, "is that last night Voldemort turned up in Godric's Hollow. He went to find the Potters. The rumor is that Lily and James Potter are -- are -- that they're -- dead. " Dumbledore bowed his head. Professor McGonagall gasped. "Lily and James... I can't believe it... I didn't want to believe it... Oh, Albus..." Dumbledore reached out and patted her on the shoulder. "I know... I know..." he said heavily. Professor McGonagall's voice trembled as she went on. "That's not all. They're saying he tried to kill the Potter's son, Harry. But -- he couldn't. He couldn't kill that little boy. No one knows why, or how, but they're saying that when he couldn't kill Harry Potter, Voldemort's power somehow broke -- and that's why he's gone. Dumbledore nodded glumly. "It's -- it's true?" faltered Professor McGonagall. "After all he's done... all the people he's killed... he couldn't kill a little boy? It's just astounding... of all the things to stop him... but how in the name of heaven did Harry survive?" "We can only guess," said Dumbledore. "We may never know." Professor McGonagall pulled out a lace handkerchief and dabbed at her eyes beneath her spectacles. Dumbledore gave a great sniff as he took a golden watch from his pocket and examined it. It was a very odd watch. It had twelve hands but no numbers; instead, little planets were moving around the edge. It must have made sense to Dumbledore, though, because he put it back in his pocket and said, "Hagrid's late. I suppose it was he who told you I'd be here, by the way?" "Yes," said Professor McGonagall. "And I don't suppose you're going to tell me why you're here, of all places?" "I've come to bring Harry to his aunt and uncle. They're the only family he has left now." 10 "You don't mean -- you can't mean the people who live here?" cried Professor McGonagall, jumping to her feet and pointing at number four. "Dumbledore -- you can't. I've been watching them all day. You couldn't find two people who are less like us. And they've got this son -- I saw him kicking his mother all the way up the street, screaming for sweets. Harry Potter come and live here!" "It's the best place for him," said Dumbledore firmly. "His aunt and uncle will be able to explain everything to him when he's older. I've written them a letter." "A letter?" repeated Professor McGonagall faintly, sitting back down on the wall. "Really, Dumbledore, you think you can explain all this in a letter? These people will never understand him! He'll be famous -- a legend -- I wouldn't be surprised if today was known as Harry Potter day in the future -- there will be books written about Harry -- every child in our world will know his name!" "Exactly," said Dumbledore, looking very seriously over the top of his half-moon glasses. "It would be enough to turn any boy's head. Famous before he can walk and talk! Famous for something he won't even remember! CarA you see how much better off he'll be, growing up away from all that until he's ready to take it?" Professor McGonagall opened her mouth, changed her mind, swallowed, and then said, "Yes -- yes, you're right, of course. But how is the boy getting here, Dumbledore?" She eyed his cloak suddenly as though she thought he might be hiding Harry underneath it. "Hagrid's bringing him." "You think it -- wise -- to trust Hagrid with something as important as this?" I would trust Hagrid with my life," said Dumbledore. "I'm not saying his heart isn't in the right place," said Professor McGonagall grudgingly, "but you can't pretend he's not careless. He does tend to -- what was that?" A low rumbling sound had broken the silence around them. It grew steadily louder as they looked up and down the street for some sign of a 11 headlight; it swelled to a roar as they both looked up at the sky -- and a huge motorcycle fell out of the air and landed on the road in front of them. If the motorcycle was huge, it was nothing to the man sitting astride it. He was almost twice as tall as a normal man and at least five times as wide. He looked simply too big to be allowed, and so wild - long tangles of bushy black hair and beard hid most of his face, he had hands the size of trash can lids, and his feet in their leather boots were like baby dolphins. In his vast, muscular arms he was holding a bundle of blankets. "Hagrid," said Dumbledore, sounding relieved. "At last. And where did you get that motorcycle?" "Borrowed it, Professor Dumbledore, sit," said the giant, climbing carefully off the motorcycle as he spoke. "Young Sirius Black lent it to me. I've got him, sir." "No problems, were there?" "No, sir -- house was almost destroyed, but I got him out all right before the Muggles started swarmin' around. He fell asleep as we was flyin' over Bristol." Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall bent forward over the bundle of blankets. Inside, just visible, was a baby boy, fast asleep. Under a tuft of jet-black hair over his forehead they could see a curiously shaped cut, like a bolt of lightning. "Is that where -?" whispered Professor McGonagall. "Yes," said Dumbledore. "He'll have that scar forever." "Couldn't you do something about it, Dumbledore?" "Even if I could, I wouldn't. Scars can come in handy. I have one myself above my left knee that is a perfect map of the London Underground. Well -- give him here, Hagrid -- we'd better get this over with." Dumbledore took Harry in his arms and turned toward the Dursleys' house. "Could I -- could I say good-bye to him, sir?" asked Hagrid. He bent his 12 great, shaggy head over Harry and gave him what must have been a very scratchy, whiskery kiss. Then, suddenly, Hagrid let out a howl like a wounded dog. "Shhh!" hissed Professor McGonagall, "you'll wake the Muggles!" "S-s-sorry," sobbed Hagrid, taking out a large, spotted handkerchief and burying his face in it. "But I c-c-can't stand it -- Lily an' James dead -- an' poor little Harry off ter live with Muggles -" "Yes, yes, it's all very sad, but get a grip on yourself, Hagrid, or we'll be found," Professor McGonagall whispered, patting Hagrid gingerly on the arm as Dumbledore stepped over the low garden wall and walked to the front door. He laid Harry gently on the doorstep, took a letter out of his cloak, tucked it inside Harry's blankets, and then came back to the other two. For a full minute the three of them stood and looked at the little bundle; Hagrid's shoulders shook, Professor McGonagall blinked furiously, and the twinkling light that usually shone from Dumbledore's eyes seemed to have gone out. "Well," said Dumbledore finally, "that's that. We've no business staying here. We may as well go and join the celebrations." "Yeah," said Hagrid in a very muffled voice, "I'll be takin' Sirius his bike back. G'night, Professor McGonagall -- Professor Dumbledore, sir." Wiping his streaming eyes on his jacket sleeve, Hagrid swung himself onto the motorcycle and kicked the engine into life; with a roar it rose into the air and off into the night. "I shall see you soon, I expect, Professor McGonagall," said Dumbledore, nodding to her. Professor McGonagall blew her nose in reply. Dumbledore turned and walked back down the street. On the corner he stopped and took out the silver Put-Outer. He clicked it once, and twelve balls of light sped back to their street lamps so that Privet Drive glowed suddenly orange and he could make out a tabby cat slinking around the corner at the other end of the street. He could just see the bundle of blankets on the step of number four. "Good luck, Harry," he murmured. He turned on his heel and with a swish of his cloak, he was gone. 13 A breeze ruffled the neat hedges of Privet Drive, which lay silent and tidy under the inky sky, the very last place you would expect astonishing things to happen.
2023.06.02 18:54 promisingserendipity Tips for studying abroad in South Korea this summer!!! Any help/advice is appreciated :)
Anyone who has travel tips for South Korea, tips for packing, travel tips for women/LGBTQ+ people, or tips in general please please give me all you've got, your girl is anxious and loves information lol
Hi, I'm a 20F from the U.S, and I'm studying in at Yonsei University in Seoul, South Korea from the end of June - August. It's my first time traveling internationally, not to mention alone, so I'm excited but also pretty nervous.My post is long because I have a lot of questions, but I'm hoping that some of you guys would be willing to skim it and give me some tips and answer some questions, anything is helpful, because I'm seeing so much information online but I really want some tips from the everyday person/student who traveled, who may have had some similar experiences/budgets/etc. to myself.
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For reference:
- I'm a chronic over-packer, even for simple overnight trips (at least I'm self aware lol).
- I'm from a small state, and I grew up around the one mini-baby-city we have, but it is NOTHING even close to a city like NYC or Seoul, so I'm not really used to/well-versed in city-life.
- I know the weather is going to be hot (~80-90+ Fahrenheit), super humid, and rainy/monsoon season while I'm there.
- I'll be staying in a University dorm, but I don't know anything about my roommate situation.
Ok, lets start with packing.
The airline allows (1) personal bag, (1) carry-on, and (2) checked bags. My immediate reaction is to use all 4 bags, because I want to have as much space as possible for what I want to bring and the 5,000,000 things I'll inevitably want to bring back. BUT, I am a pretty small person, and my parents were wondering if 2 checked bags, a duffle bag, and a backpack (for example) would be too much for me to transport/carry around the airports. I get that, but I also would hate to limit the amount of space I have, so idk.
Here are my packing questions, some of which I've seen in other posts, some my own:
- Did you take two checked suitcases? Is that too much? Is one large check-in + one carry-on enough space?
- Is there anything you forgot to bring that you wish you'd brought?
- Is there anything that you wish you hadn't wasted space on and could have just bought once you arrived? For example, everywhere says I'll need a shower filter, do I really need to pack that?
- What should I definitely bring/not bring?
- Do you have any tips for packing most efficiently?
- I know South Korea is more conservative with showing certain parts of the body like shoulders and cleavage, but most of my cloths do show those areas at least a little (nothing obscene at least by my standards), will it be a big deal, or should I not pack most of my normal clothes? I don't want to make anyone uncomfortable or stick out in a bad way, but I'd be hard-pressed to completely change my wardrobe for this trip haha.
- Did you pack/use a hidden camera detector? I'm aware of SK's problem with hidden cameras, and a detector was recommended to me, but I'm wondering if y'all think it's necessary/worth it.
- For those who identify/present as women/AFAB/LGBTQ+ and have traveled/studied in Seoul, did you feel safe walking around by yourself, especially at night?
- ^^^ Worse comes to worst, do you have any tips for protecting yourself in bad situations? I'm a little worried because I've heard that SK's self-defense laws are not the most victim-friendly.
Here are my general study-abroad questions (specifically for studying in a country that speaks another language):
- What study habits/methods helped you not get overwhelmed when studying via immersion? Did you write down any new words as you heard them, or would that be too high-maintenance?
- How long did it take for you to feel like you were really picking up the language via immersion?
- What experiences really helped things progress/click for you (ex. going to the grocery store)?
- How easy to use did you find the subway system?
- How easy/accessible would it be to do daytrips to other places like Busan/Gwangju/Jeju island over a weekend?
- How much physical local currency do you recommend carrying, as opposed to using a regular debit card?
- Did you eat out every meal or did you grocery shop to cook for yourself? Which is more $$$?
- Any tips for dealing with the summer weather?
- Any experiences/attractions you'd recommend?
- Any cultural things that you found cool or were surprised by?
- Was there anywhere you had positive/negative experiences with, as a foreigner?
- Anything you wish you'd known about Seoul/SK before going?
----------------------- So sorry for such a long post and so many questions, especially if any sound redundant/dumb, I'm just trying to prepare as best I can and I'm trying to be as informed as possible.
Please answer any questions or give any advice you feel comfortable sharing, I appreciate anything you're willing/able to contribute! Anything helps!
2023.06.02 18:50 potentiallaugh8 U of T Monthly Budget
Hello everyone! Can anyone tell me if this budget makes sense or if I'm oveunderestimating anything? I don't have much family support so most of this will be on an LOC.
Tuition: 100k for all 4 years
Monthly expenses:
Another question! Is a car needed for U of T med? I didn't factor that in since all the hospitals are presumably close by, but I'm not sure if I'd ever have to travel long distances
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Tuition: 100k for all 4 years
Monthly expenses:
- Housing (including renter's insurance, internet, toiletries, and utilities): 2000/month (I'm hoping to share a 2 bedroom + 2 bathroom unit within walking distance to the university/downtown hospitals)
- Groceries: $400/month
- Eating out: $200/month
- Clothes/gifts: $100/month
- Entertainment: $100/month
- Transportation (TTC pass): $150/month
- Phone bill: $50/month
Another question! Is a car needed for U of T med? I didn't factor that in since all the hospitals are presumably close by, but I'm not sure if I'd ever have to travel long distances
2023.06.02 18:46 adiyo011 Recommendations for urban commuting shorts/pants (stretch/abrasion resistant)
Hi everyone,
I'm looking for commuting clothing that looks good to go visit friends or run out to do errands (leaving the Lycra at home). Are there any particular brands I should be keeping an eye for? No need for chamois as it's just for getting around the city.
So far, it seems like Lululemon has 4 way stretch as well as reinforced stitching. I'd like to find things which are fashionable and discreet.
Thanks!
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I'm looking for commuting clothing that looks good to go visit friends or run out to do errands (leaving the Lycra at home). Are there any particular brands I should be keeping an eye for? No need for chamois as it's just for getting around the city.
So far, it seems like Lululemon has 4 way stretch as well as reinforced stitching. I'd like to find things which are fashionable and discreet.
Thanks!
2023.06.02 18:41 M_Tootles The Recursive Homecomings Of Petyr & Theon Part 10 of 10: Oswell & Aeron; Lothar & Dagmer; The Closing Twist (Spoilers Extended)
This post is the last post in a series looking at the massive amount of 'rhyming' recursivity I believe exists between (a) the homecoming of Petyr Baelish to the Fingers and (b) the homecoming of Theon Greyjoy to Pyke.
While this series/post can be read simply as a study 'for its own sake' of the curious recursion between these storylines, it is my belief that the 'rhyming' explored here between the stories of Petyr and Theon may exist (at least in part) to foreshadow that, like Theon, Petyr Littlefinger, is (among other things) a scion of ironborn kings, because Petyr is Hoare-ish: I.e. because Petyr's blood is (in some part) the blood of the ironborn kings of House Hoare of Orkmont and, later, Harrenhal.
This post is also post 25 of 25 in my broader series on the topic of a Hoare-ish Littlefinger, which is indexed [HERE].
Even if I'm wrong about Littlefinger's lineage, the 'rhyming' recursivity between the homecomings of Theon and Petyr detailed in this series remains, and certainly merits attention.
NOTE: In what follows, all uncited quotes are from ASOS Sansa VI, which describes Petyr's homecoming to his "Drearfort" tower of the 'Smallest Finger', or ACOK Theon I, which describes Theon's homecoming to "drear" Pyke.
As in past posts, I sometimes use "→" as shorthand for "'prefigures' and/or 'informs' and/or 'is reworked by' and/or 'finds a recursive rhyme in'.
As in: ACOK Theon I → ASOS Sansa VI.
This post picks up straight-away from where Part 9 left off. You can read Part 9 [HERE].
If you want to begin at the beginning, Part 1 is [HERE].
I'll explain.
Note first that Oswell, who is…
Aeron's beard is not simply a beard, though, but a beard with seaweed in it, which 'rhymes' with Oswell being not simply clean-shaven, but clean-shaven in a sea-faring way, as his "windburnt face"—
SIDEBAR: As for Aeron's robes here being "green and grey" ("and blue"), this underlines that Petyr's oft-mentioned "grey-green" eyes are like the sea, which (as I've mentioned in previous posts) suggests per Archmaester Haereg's maxim—
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The first thing we're told about Aeron after Theon realizes who he is is that "he washed up safe on shore"—
I suspect Littefinger was fed the line, "So silent, my lady?" before asking for Sansa's blessing as a nod to several pertinent silences in ACOK Theon I. First, the "sullen silence" of the Myraham's captain when he reluctantly acquiesces to Theon taking his would-be salt wife daughter below deck to get a blowjob; second, the "gloom of silence" between Theon and Aeron as they make the final approach to Pyke, post-blessing; and finally, Theon marking the absence of Euron's 'lady', Silence, as he sails into Lordsport:
Consider first that as Theon approaches Lordsport on the Myraham, he goes below deck, where he thinks about Dagmer Cleftjaw (along with the sour-like-Aeron Sylas Sourmouth, who was discussed in Part 8):
Dagmer's ship is named Foamdrinker, a double-entendre about ale-drinking, as he likes drinking, as well as reaving songs — especially the one a singer wrote about him:
Having surveyed the field of (word)play, we can now see the 'rhyming':
And thus everything about Petyr's homecoming continues to remind us of Theon's homecoming, which makes sense… if Petyr is likewise a scion of ironborn royalty (e.g. if he's Hoare-ish).
And yet . . .
It remains that notwithstanding that my Hoare-ish Littlefinger posts connected virtually everything we're told about House Hoare and its various historical kings with things we're told about Petyr Baelish, this (sub)series has detailed recursion not between Petyr and the Hoares, but between Petyr and Theon Greyjoy, who is like the Hoares in that his blood is that of ironborn kings, but who is, nonetheless, a Greyjoy.
It also remains that Theon is the grandson of Quellon Greyjoy, and that [as I show here] — or just scroll down, I'll reproduce that post in the comments — Quellon Greyjoy as described in both TWOIAF and in ASOIAF is nothing if not incredibly Hoare-esque, and not just because his policies and biography in TWOIAF 'rhyme' with the policies and biographies of various Hoare kings, but because ASOIAF proper subtly suggests he was something of a 'whore' in that AFFC makes it abundantly clear that Quellon was a prolific sperm cannon by repeating over and over that he sired nine sons we know of (on three different wives).
Recall that we saw in [Part 2 of the original 'Littlefinger is Hoare-ish' series] that Petyr is in certain striking respects similar to Balon, to Euron, to Aeron, to Asha, and even to Victarion.
This all gives rise to the question: Does all the 'rhyming' between the homecomings of Theon Greyjoy and Petyr Baelish as detailed in this series 'merely' (further) hint that Petyr is (literally) Hoare-ish, and hence that he is like Theon in that he, too, is the scion of ironborn kings?
Or do all the Petyr-Greyjoy connections, coupled with Quellon's foregrounded fecundity and the presence of a barely concealed metaphor for an ocean-based sperm (whale) cannon on Petyr's estate (alongside a reminder of invaders from the sea)—
Note that Quellon was a direct, analogous contemporary to Petyr's 'father': Both are said to have fought for the Targaryens in the War of the Ninepenny Kings.
In short, mockingbirds accept being cuckolded.
Recall here that the men of Pyke greeted Theon with "bovine [as in cow, as in the cowbirds that cuckold mockingbirds] eyes", and that the o.g. brood parasites are cuckoo birds, from whence we derive our term "cuckolding".
Recall, too, that the Greyjoy banner over Pyke weirdly takes on the appearance of a bird during Theon's homecoming, which I've just spent 10 posts comparing to Petyr's homecoming:
Indeed, I very much wonder whether we're not told all about the super-pollinator Garth Greenhand in part as a 'rhyming' hint that Quellon Greyjoy was a super-pollinator who spread his "seed" amongst the ladies of what the ironborn call the "green lands".
[HERE] is a link to the Fields version.
To say the lyrics of the song remind me of Littlefinger's story is if anything an understatement, beginning with the opening image of "a lovesick youth and maiden":
Regarding the "down on the farm" setting, ASOIAF makes regular reference to the bountiful crops and rich farmlands of the Tullys' Riverlands, and we see the courtyards of Riverrun "teem[ing] with… cows, sheep, and chickens" in ACOK Catelyn V.
The song continues with a first kiss "by the cowshed door" (recalling that we're told that Petyr's estate has "a sheepfold"):
The real Nellie Bly first became famous for writing an expose of conditions in a lunatic asylum for women in New York City. Her fame redoubled after she traveled around the world in 1889. She went on to write pulp serial novels and — notably, given Petyr's apparent designs on Sansa — to wed a much older millionaire man named . . . (wait for it) . . . "Seaman".
(Obviously "Seaman" resonates with the idea that Petyr is ironborn, with the sea in his eyes, and with the sperm-whale like "blowhole" on Petyr's lands, which recalls Theon's foregrounded semen from ACOK Theon I. It likewise suggests a reading of the song per which an older "Seaman" is seducing the "Nellie Bly". Could this presage Quellon seducing original Alayne, who I happen to believe has very intrepid genes herself?)
Anyway, back in the song, things take a "dark" turn:
Especially because the couplet it's part of smells like it may well have informed a certain infamous exchange:
If that couplet (in a song that otherwise smells Littlefingerian) reminds us of Darkstar, isn't it curious that the basic structure of Darkstar's implied origin (in the cuckolding of a small lord by a far greater lord) may (also/instead?) apply to Littlefinger's origin?
Back to The Mocking Bird Went Cuckoo. The next line reads like a reference to Lysa's opinion of Petyr:
The lyrics continue with more Catelyn-esque teasing:
The double-entendre gradually becomes obvious:
Regarding that "three-legged stool", recall that the dragon must have three heads, that a cuckolder turns a partnership into a three-legged affair, so to speak, and that a man with a large penis (see: "Littlefinger"?) is sometimes said to have [a third leg].
From there the song grows only more suspicious as potential inspiration, as it makes explicit reference to concealed paternity, and implicitly to an improper sexual relationship involving a "father" (which see Littlefinger and "Alayne"):
The foregoing represents the seemingly better known Gracie Fields version. [The Two Gilberts version] is mostly the same, save for a few passages in the middle.
Sidebar: Regarding "The Two Gilberts", there 'just so happens' to be exactly two Gilberts in the ASOIAF canon.
One of ASOIAF's two Gilberts 'just so happens' to be one of the legendary scions of legendary sperm cannon and possibly Quellon Greyjoy analogue Garth Greenhand, Gilbert of the Vines, who 'just so happens' to be responsible for all that good Arbor wine Petyr loves so.
The other Gilbert is Gilbert Farring, who Stannis tells us "holds Storm's End for me". (ASOS Davos IV) Repeating that: ASOIAF'S second Gilbert "holds" something that belongs to Stannis in lieu of Stannis holding it himself. Almost like he's cuckolding him.
There are two other Farrings (like Gilbert) in the canon. One is Godry, "the Giantslayer", which sounds like something one might nickname a guy who cuckolded a guy with the Titan of Braavos on his shield. The other is Annara Farring. She was Lord Frey's seventh wife, and guess what she 'just so happens' to be known for? If you said "cuckolding her lordly husband", congratulations. And guess how we're told that? Via, of all things under the sun, a milk cow analogy:
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Right after the line about the onion tea, The Two Gilberts version sees the lovesick boy promise riches and wealth, recalling Petyr's lifelong interest in making money:
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While this series/post can be read simply as a study 'for its own sake' of the curious recursion between these storylines, it is my belief that the 'rhyming' explored here between the stories of Petyr and Theon may exist (at least in part) to foreshadow that, like Theon, Petyr Littlefinger, is (among other things) a scion of ironborn kings, because Petyr is Hoare-ish: I.e. because Petyr's blood is (in some part) the blood of the ironborn kings of House Hoare of Orkmont and, later, Harrenhal.
This post is also post 25 of 25 in my broader series on the topic of a Hoare-ish Littlefinger, which is indexed [HERE].
Even if I'm wrong about Littlefinger's lineage, the 'rhyming' recursivity between the homecomings of Theon and Petyr detailed in this series remains, and certainly merits attention.
As in: ACOK Theon I → ASOS Sansa VI.
If you want to begin at the beginning, Part 1 is [HERE].
Aeron & Oswell
After Theon's homecoming chapter opens with Theon thinking "There was no safe anchorage at Pyke", which is copied nearly verbatim during Petyr's homecoming with Sansa, we see Theon anticipating his first glimpse of Pyke castle, and read this sentence:Theon drew the hood of his cloak up against the spray, and looked for home.That line proves to be a key part of a pun-tastic 'rhyme' between (a) Theon coming ashore from the Myraham and meeting Aeron and (b) Sansa coming ashore from the Merling King with the aid of Oswell.
I'll explain.
Note first that Oswell, who is…
…tall and gangling, with long white hair and a great hooked nose, with eyes shaded by a cowl [like a monk's cowl!]… (ACOK Theon V)—clearly 'rhymes' with Aeron, an ascetic priest (see Oswell's monk-ish cowl) who is…
Tall and thin, with… a beak of a nose… [and] ropes of dried seaweed were braided through his waist-long black hair and untrimmed beard.They're set up as yin and yang: Tall and similarly built with notable noses and long hair… but one has "long white hair", the other "long black hair", and Aeron has an "untrimmed beard" while Oswell is clean-shaven.
Aeron's beard is not simply a beard, though, but a beard with seaweed in it, which 'rhymes' with Oswell being not simply clean-shaven, but clean-shaven in a sea-faring way, as his "windburnt face"—
She studied the old man's lined windburnt face, hook nose, white hair, and huge knuckly hands. (ASOS Sansa VI)—prefigures the "wind-chafed skin" of Aeron's niece Asha, which is tagged as typical of the sea-faring ironborn—
Ironborn, he knew at a glance; lean and long-legged, with… wind-chafed skin, strong sure hands….—as are her notably "strong sure hands", which similarly 'rhyme' with Oswell's notably "huge knuckly hands".
SIDEBAR: As for Aeron's robes here being "green and grey" ("and blue"), this underlines that Petyr's oft-mentioned "grey-green" eyes are like the sea, which (as I've mentioned in previous posts) suggests per Archmaester Haereg's maxim—
"You may dress an ironman in silks and velvets, teach him to read and write and give him books, instruct him in chivalry and courtesy and the mysteries of the Faith… but when you look into his eyes, the sea will still be there, cold and grey and cruel." (TWOIAF)—that Littlefinger is, at least in part, an ironman.
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The first thing we're told about Aeron after Theon realizes who he is is that "he washed up safe on shore"—
A memory prodded at Theon. In one of his rare curt letters, Lord Balon had written of his youngest brother going down in a storm, and turning holy when he washed up safe on shore. "Uncle Aeron?" he said doubtfully.—which prefigures Oswell splashing his way ashore at the Smallest Finger:
Oswell and Lothor splashed their way ashore, as did Littlefinger himself.(If Oswell is Aeron-ish, surely Petyr making like Oswell and splashing about in the surf here could foreshadow that he is Hoare-ish. And perhaps some kind of religious figure as well.)
Drawn Up Hoods
With that Oswell/Aeron 'rhyme' in mind, consider again that, as Theon approaches castle Pyke on the Myraham…Theon drew the hood of his cloak up against the spray, and looked for home.Sound familiar? That's because it's reworked when Sansa is rowed ashore by the "gangling", Aeron-esque Oswell:
Lothor and old Oswell rowed them ashore. Sansa huddled in the bow under her cloak with the hood drawn up against the wind….When Sansa gets to shore, "two old men" help to make sure she doesn't get even a little bit wet—
The two old men waded out up to their thighs to lift Sansa from the boat so she would not get her skirts wet.—which was, of course, exactly the thing Theon was trying to avoid back in ACOK when he "drew the hood of his cloak up against the spray", as Sansa drew hers "up against the wind" when Oswell rowed her in.
Gangplank → Gangling.
GRRM is just warming up. When Theon reaches Lordsport and disembarks from the Myraham, he, too, avoids getting wet. At least initially. Where Sansa uses "gangling" Oswell to come ashore, Theon uses… a "gangplank":Without waiting for a reply [from Myraham's captain], he strode down the gangplank. "Innkeeper," he barked. "I require a horse".
Kneeling Servants
The innkeeper never gets Theon his horse, of course (of course), because Aeron shows up. And what does gangling white-haired Oswell's black-haired physical mirror Aeron do? He makes Theon get wet after all."Kneel."Note that Theon kneeling on "stones and mud… and horseshit" before a priest with "seaweed" in his beard is reworked even as Oswell rows Sansa ashore and she huddles in her cloak like Theon, when the Baelish household kneels on rocks covered by nasty seaweed and Sansa dodges sheepshit:
The ground was all stones[!] and mud. "Uncle, I—"
"Kneel. Or are you too proud now, a lordling of the green lands come among us?"
Theon knelt. He had a purpose here, and might need Aeron's help to achieve it. A crown was worth a little mud and horseshit on his breeches, he supposed.
"Bow your head." Lifting the skin, his uncle pulled the cork and directed a thin stream of seawater down upon Theon's head. It drenched his hair and ran over his forehead into his eyes. Sheets washed down his cheeks, and a finger crept under his cloak and doublet and down his back, a cold rivulet along his spine. The salt made his eyes burn, until it was all he could do not to cry out. He could taste the ocean on his lips. "Let Theon your servant be born again from the sea, as you were," Aeron Greyjoy intoned. "Bless him with salt, bless him with stone, bless him with steel."
Lothor and old Oswell rowed them ashore. Sansa huddled in the bow under her cloak with the hood drawn up against the wind, wondering what awaited her. Servants emerged from the tower to meet them…. When they recognized Lord Petyr they knelt on the rocks.
[Petyr] led them up the strand over rocks slick with rotting seaweed. … Sansa had to step carefully; there were pellets [i.e. sheepshit] everywhere.
Blessings
Meanwhile, Aeron giving Theon his holy "bless[ing]" is reworked just before Sansa is rowed ashore, when Petyr asks for Sansa's "blessing" after he tells her they're not going to Winterfell and that he's going to wed Lysa:"So silent, my lady?" said Petyr. "I was certain you would wish to give me your blessing. …"Sansa's reluctant acquiescence — both to giving the blessing and to going ashore and going along with Petyr's plan, which she had not anticipated — echoes Theon's reluctant acquiescence to both Aeron's blessing and Balon's plan of invasion, which he hadn't anticipated.
"I . . . I pray you will have long years together, and many children, and be very happy in one another.
I suspect Littefinger was fed the line, "So silent, my lady?" before asking for Sansa's blessing as a nod to several pertinent silences in ACOK Theon I. First, the "sullen silence" of the Myraham's captain when he reluctantly acquiesces to Theon taking his would-be salt wife daughter below deck to get a blowjob; second, the "gloom of silence" between Theon and Aeron as they make the final approach to Pyke, post-blessing; and finally, Theon marking the absence of Euron's 'lady', Silence, as he sails into Lordsport:
Theon searched for his uncle Euron's Silence.Truly, all things come round again.
Getting Wet & Staying Dry 1
But what about Aeron getting Theon pointedly wet? Aeron not only making Theon kneel but getting him wet and then riding with him to Pyke, is reworked (and reversed) not just by Oswell and Lothor rowing Sansa ashore — note the "rode" → "rowed" wordplay:They [Aeron and Theon] rode in a gloom of silence.— and not just by Sansa being carried ashore and kept pointedly dry by two old men who were, seconds earlier, kneeling reverently on the seashore, but also by Aeron-ish Oswell helping Sansa "up" onto The Merling King from his rowboat while assuring her he won't let her fall into the sea, which he makes sure she doesn't:
Lothor and old Oswell rowed them ashore.
The rower shipped the oars and helped Sansa to her feet. "Up now. Go on, girl, I got you." Sansa thanked him for his kindness, but received no answer but a grunt. It was much easier going up the rope ladder than it had been coming down the cliff. The oarsman Oswell followed close behind her… (ASOS Sansa V)So: Where Oswell-ish Aeron forces Theon to kneel and then wets him down with seawater, ceremonially "drowning" him after he comes down the "gangplank", the "gangling" Aeron-ish Oswell helps Sansa "to her feet" and then "up" while promising not to let her fall in the sea, where she could drown.
Getting Wet & Staying Dry 2
Aeron forcing Theon to kneel and getting him wet before he "rode" with him to Pyke is also reworked/reversed inside Petyr's tower, when Sansa's 'other' rower Lothor protects Sansa from Marillion's rape attempt— from being (like Theon) forced to get "wet", so to speak:"My blood is stirred. And yours, I know … there's no wench half so lusty as one bastard born. Are you wet for me?"The wetness motif is played up again:
"I'm a maiden," she protested.
"Truly? Oh, Alayne, Alayne, my fair maid, give me the gift of your innocence.
"He put a hand on her breast, and squeezed. "Let's get you out of these wet clothes. You wouldn't want them ripped, I know. Come, sweet lady, heed your heart—"He wants to "get [her] out of [her] wet clothes" so he can get her "wet", so to speak. But where Aeron forced Theon to "kneel" and get wet in language that suddenly reads as quite rapey and spine-chilling—
Sheets washed down his cheeks [which cheeks?], and a finger[!] crept under his cloak and doublet and down his back, a cold rivulet along his spine."—before he "rode" with him to castle Pyke, Lothor Brune, who "rowed" Sansa ashore, keeps her safe and 'dry':
Sansa heard the soft sound of steel on leather. "Singer," a rough voice said, "best go, if you want to sing again." The light was dim, but she saw a faint glimmer of a blade.
The singer saw it too. "Find your own wench—" The knife flashed, and he cried out. "You cut me!"
"I'll do worse, if you don't go."
And quick as that, Marillion was gone. The other remained, looming over Sansa in the darkness. "Lord Petyr said watch out for you." It was Lothor Brune's voice, she realized.
Dagmer Cleftjaw → Lothor Brune
And what do you know? Oswell's rowing partner Lothor Brune is also prefigured by Theon's homecoming. Not by Aeron, but by Dagmer Cleftjaw, who Theon thinks of as he approaches Lordsport on the Myraham. In fact, there's a huge 'rhyme' between (a) Dagmer Cleftjaw and his "gut-churning scar", on the one hand, and (b) the beginning of ASOS Sansa VI, which describes Lothor Brune and Sansa's upset stomach (i.e. her churning guts) and seemingly permanently scarred psyche, on the other. I'll try to lay out now.Consider first that as Theon approaches Lordsport on the Myraham, he goes below deck, where he thinks about Dagmer Cleftjaw (along with the sour-like-Aeron Sylas Sourmouth, who was discussed in Part 8):
As the Myraham made her way landward, Theon paced the deck restlessly, scanning the shore. He had not thought to find Lord Balon himself at quayside, but surely his father would have sent someone to meet him. Sylas Sourmouth the steward, Lord Botley, perhaps even Dagmer Cleftjaw. It would be good to look on Dagmer's hideous old face again.We meet Dagmer in ACOK Theon III,
He smiled himself to show how it was done. It made for a hideous sight. Under a snowy white mane of hair, Dagmer Cleftjaw had the most gut-churning scar Theon had ever seen, the legacy of the longaxe that had near killed him as a boy. The blow had splintered his jaw, shattered his front teeth, and left him four lips where other men had but two. A shaggy beard covered his cheeks and neck, but the hair would not grow over the scar, so a shiny seam of puckered, twisted flesh divided his face like a crevasse through a snowfield "We could hear them singing," the old warrior said. "It was a good song, and they sang it bravely."We later learn that Dagmer is "fearsome" and a "fierce fighter" as well, despite being marked as aged by his "white mane of hair". (ADWD The King's Prize)
…Dagmer grinned more often and more broadly than Lord Balon ever had.
Ugly as it was, that smile brought back a hundred memories. Theon had seen it often as a boy, when he'd jumped a horse over a mossy wall, or flung an axe and split a target square. [More fond memories of Dagmer.]
Dagmer's ship is named Foamdrinker, a double-entendre about ale-drinking, as he likes drinking, as well as reaving songs — especially the one a singer wrote about him:
He knew that would give Dagmer pause. A singer had made a song about the axe that cracked his jaw in half, and the old man loved to hear it. Whenever he was in his cups he would call for a reaving song, something loud and stormy that told of dead heroes and deeds of wild valor. (ACOK Theon III)Balon puts Dagmer in Theon's reaving detachment. Theon foolishly resents this, not accepting that he is inexperienced and needs and could benefit enormously from a seasoned number two with whom he has a good relationship:
"You are to harry the Stony Shore, raiding the fishing villages and sinking any ships you chance to meet. … Aeron will accompany you, and Dagmer Cleftjaw."Balon gives Theon Dagmer to help him, but Theon can only see it as an affront, so he tries to sideline him:
…Theon felt as if he'd been slapped. He was being sent to do reaver's work, burning fishermen out of their hovels and raping their ugly daughters, and yet it seemed Lord Balon did not trust him sufficiently to do even that much. Bad enough to have to suffer the Damphair's scowls and chidings. With Dagmer Cleftjaw along as well, his command would be purely nominal. (ACOK Theon II)
Dagmer Cleftjaw stood by the high carved prow of his longship, Foamdrinker. Theon had assigned him the task of guarding the ships; otherwise men would have called it Dagmer's victory, not his. A more prickly man might have taken that for a slight, but the Cleftjaw had only laughed. (ACOK Theon III)
That Splintery Ladder Again & Lothor's Hand Up
Now, remembering that we're introduced to Dagmer Cleftjaw while Theon is still aship en route to Pyke, consider again the first paragraph of Sansa VI, plus a bit more (which of course takes place while Petyr and Sansa are still aship en route to Petyr's Drearfort):The ladder to the forecastle was steep and splintery, so Sansa accepted a hand up from Lothor Brune. Ser Lothor, she had to remind herself; the man had been knighted for his valor in the Battle of the Blackwater. Though no proper knight would wear those patched brown breeches and scuffed boots, nor that cracked and water-stained leather jerkin. A square-faced stocky man with a squashed nose and a mat of nappy grey hair, Brune spoke seldom. He is stronger than he looks, though. She could tell by the ease with which he lifted her, as if she weighed nothing at all. …We're subsequently reminded of Brune's "squashed nose" and "mat of nappy grey hair", and told of his "square jaw" and more:
She had seldom ventured out on deck herself. Her little cabin was dank and cold, but Sansa had been sick for most of the voyage . . . sick with terror, sick with fever, or seasick . . . she could keep nothing down, and even sleep came hard. Whenever she closed her eyes she saw Joffrey… dying….
…Even this close to shore, the rolling of the ship made her tummy queasy.…
[Petyr] put a sympathetic arm about her shoulders. "Are you quite well? You look so pale."
"It's only my tummy. The seasickness."
With his squashed nose, square jaw, and nap of woolly grey hair, Brune could not be called comely, but he was not ugly either. … Sober, he was a quiet man, but a strong one. (AFFC Alayne II)Recall too that Brune saves Sansa from Marillion, who tries to use her as Theon used the captain's daughter.
Having surveyed the field of (word)play, we can now see the 'rhyming':
- Where Theon goes below deck as he approaches Lordsport and thinks about Dagmer, whose jaw is (verbatim) "splintered", Sansa, with Brune's help, climbs up to the deck using a (verbatim) "splintered" ladder as she approaches the Drearfort.
- Where Theon spurns the 'hand up' Dagmer and his splintered jaw could have given him, "Sansa accept[s] a hand up from Lothor Brune" and climbs the "splintered" ladder.
- Where Theon think of the Cleftjaw, who has a "gut-churning scar", Sansa thinks about her literally churning guts — her upset "tummy".
- Where Theon thinks that Cleftjaw's "gut-churning scar" resulted from his being "near[ly] killed as a boy", Sansa's churning guts are related to the evident psychic scar she's suffered, which causes her to see a boy killed over and over again.
- Dagmer's "shattered" teeth and "splintered" jaw (and Dagmar being sent to "Torrhen's Square") → Brune's "squashed nose" and "square jaw"
- Where Dagmer is ironborn, and had his jaw "cracked… in half", Brune wears a "cracked and water-stained [as if from the sea]" jerkin.
- Dagmer's "snowy mane of white hair" → Brune's "mat of nappy grey hair"/"nap of woolly grey hair"
- Despite their 'old hair', Dagmer is "fierce" and "fearsome", Brune "strong".
- Where Dagmer's smile is "ugly" but nonetheless fills Theon with warm memories (defying its appearance), Brune, who "could not be called comely, but… was not ugly either", is "stronger than he looks".
- Where Dagmer "covered his cheeks and neck" with a beard but can't grow a 'proper' one due to his scar, which appears as a "seam", Brune doesn't look like a "proper knight" in his "patched… breeches" and "scuffed boots". (Note the sewing language — "seam" → "patched" — and the lexical similarity: "cheeks" → "breeches".)
- Both men seem to have a penchant for drink (per the implications of Sansa commenting on Brune's nature "when sober") and a foregrounded relationship with singers. (Where Dagmer loves singers and songs, Brune is in conflict with Marillion — although the deeds of "Lothor Apple-Eater" are likely sung of, like Dagmer's exploits.)
And thus everything about Petyr's homecoming continues to remind us of Theon's homecoming, which makes sense… if Petyr is likewise a scion of ironborn royalty (e.g. if he's Hoare-ish).
The End, and The Distinct Possibility That The Rhyme Between Petyr's and Theon's Homecomings Isn't (Just) About Petyr Being Hoare-ish, After All
That's it. That's all I got regarding the recursively 'rhyming' homecomings of Theon and Petyr. For me, the insane scope and depth of the 'rhyming' between Petyr's homecoming and the homcoming of a scion of ironborn kings is entirely consistent with my broader hypothesis: that the blood of ironborn kings likewise flows in the veins of Petyr Littlefinger — namely "the black blood" of House Hoare of Orkmont.And yet . . .
It remains that notwithstanding that my Hoare-ish Littlefinger posts connected virtually everything we're told about House Hoare and its various historical kings with things we're told about Petyr Baelish, this (sub)series has detailed recursion not between Petyr and the Hoares, but between Petyr and Theon Greyjoy, who is like the Hoares in that his blood is that of ironborn kings, but who is, nonetheless, a Greyjoy.
It also remains that Theon is the grandson of Quellon Greyjoy, and that [as I show here] — or just scroll down, I'll reproduce that post in the comments — Quellon Greyjoy as described in both TWOIAF and in ASOIAF is nothing if not incredibly Hoare-esque, and not just because his policies and biography in TWOIAF 'rhyme' with the policies and biographies of various Hoare kings, but because ASOIAF proper subtly suggests he was something of a 'whore' in that AFFC makes it abundantly clear that Quellon was a prolific sperm cannon by repeating over and over that he sired nine sons we know of (on three different wives).
Recall that we saw in [Part 2 of the original 'Littlefinger is Hoare-ish' series] that Petyr is in certain striking respects similar to Balon, to Euron, to Aeron, to Asha, and even to Victarion.
This all gives rise to the question: Does all the 'rhyming' between the homecomings of Theon Greyjoy and Petyr Baelish as detailed in this series 'merely' (further) hint that Petyr is (literally) Hoare-ish, and hence that he is like Theon in that he, too, is the scion of ironborn kings?
Or do all the Petyr-Greyjoy connections, coupled with Quellon's foregrounded fecundity and the presence of a barely concealed metaphor for an ocean-based sperm (whale) cannon on Petyr's estate (alongside a reminder of invaders from the sea)—
There was one place where the tide came jetting up out of a blowhole to shoot thirty feet into the air, and another where someone had chiseled the seven-pointed star of the new gods upon a boulder. Petyr said that marked one of the places the Andals had landed, when they came across the sea to wrest the Vale from the First Men.—hint that at some point during his travels, Quellon Greyjoy bedded Petyr's mother Alayne (or perhaps Petyr's father's mother), cuckolding her husband and impregnating her with Petyr (or Lord Baelish)?
Note that Quellon was a direct, analogous contemporary to Petyr's 'father': Both are said to have fought for the Targaryens in the War of the Ninepenny Kings.
The Mockingbird & The Cuckolding Cowbird
Here we must consider that Petyr's sigil is the mockingbird, and that certain species of mockingbirds (see https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Long-tailed_mockingbird and https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Chilean_mockingbird and https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/White-banded_mockingbird and https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Northern_mockingbird and https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Chalk-browed_mockingbird) are well-known as hosts for the [brood parasitism] of certain [cowbirds]. That is, it is well-known that mockingbirds frequently care for the eggs of cowbirds and feed the hatched chicks of cowbirds as if they were their own offspring.In short, mockingbirds accept being cuckolded.
Recall here that the men of Pyke greeted Theon with "bovine [as in cow, as in the cowbirds that cuckold mockingbirds] eyes", and that the o.g. brood parasites are cuckoo birds, from whence we derive our term "cuckolding".
Recall, too, that the Greyjoy banner over Pyke weirdly takes on the appearance of a bird during Theon's homecoming, which I've just spent 10 posts comparing to Petyr's homecoming:
Above the Sea Tower snapped his father's banner. The Myraham was too far off for Theon to see more than the cloth itself, but he knew the device it bore: the golden kraken of House Greyjoy, arms writhing and reaching against a black field. The banner streamed from an iron mast, shivering and twisting as the wind gusted, like a bird struggling to take flight.Thus the possibility that Petyr's nominal "father" Lord Baelish (or Petyr's nominal paternal "grandfather") was cuckolded by Quellon Greyjoy, the Hoare-esque sperm cannon from the land of cowbird-evoking "bovine eyes", whose sigil is likened to a bird, is right there in his mockingbird sigil.
Indeed, I very much wonder whether we're not told all about the super-pollinator Garth Greenhand in part as a 'rhyming' hint that Quellon Greyjoy was a super-pollinator who spread his "seed" amongst the ladies of what the ironborn call the "green lands".
The Mocking Bird Went Cuckoo
The notion that Petyr's mockingbird sigil may nod to Petyr's supposed father (or supposed paternal grandfather) getting cuckolded by Quellon Greyjoy reminds me of a song brought to my attention by MaxPayload: The Mocking Bird Went Cuckoo was recorded in the 1930s by at least two acts, including the British movie star [Gracie Fields] — the highest paid film actress in the world c. 1937 — and an act called "The Two Gilberts".[HERE] is a link to the Fields version.
To say the lyrics of the song remind me of Littlefinger's story is if anything an understatement, beginning with the opening image of "a lovesick youth and maiden":
A lovesick youth and maiden (down on the farm)To say the least, Littlefinger is closely identified with being a lovesick youth and with lying (including about his sexploits with the sisters Tully). And notably, he and Sansa practically begin their relationship by agreeing to lie about her being his daughter. (Sansa's heart is notably 'heavy laden' when this happens upon arrival at Littlefinger's tower — and sheep farm.)
With hearts so heavy laden (down on the farm)
They held each other's hands and looked into each other's eye
And started to tell each other lies
Regarding the "down on the farm" setting, ASOIAF makes regular reference to the bountiful crops and rich farmlands of the Tullys' Riverlands, and we see the courtyards of Riverrun "teem[ing] with… cows, sheep, and chickens" in ACOK Catelyn V.
The song continues with a first kiss "by the cowshed door" (recalling that we're told that Petyr's estate has "a sheepfold"):
He kissed her by the cowshed doorPetyr was, of course, Lysa's first kiss, and probably Catelyn's as well, as well as Lysa's first fuck (regarding which, rest assured that the song gets deep into sexual double-entendre soon enough):
She said "I've not been kissed before"
And the mockingbird went cuckoo and the donkey went hee-haw
[O]ver there, beneath that bower, she and Lysa had played at kissing with Petyr.Next we see the maiden tease the eager "lovesick youth", as Cat ostensibly teased Petyr:
She had not thought of that in years. How young they all had been—she no older than Sansa, Lysa younger than Arya, and Petyr younger still, yet eager. The girls had traded him between them, serious and giggling by turns. It came back to her so vividly she could almost feel his sweaty fingers on her shoulders and taste the mint on his breath. There was always mint growing in the godswood, and Petyr had liked to chew it. He had been such a bold little boy, always in trouble. "He tried to put his tongue in my mouth," Catelyn had confessed to her sister afterward, when they were alone. "He did with me too," Lysa had whispered, shy and breathless. "I liked it." (AGOT Catelyn XI)
"Petyr's breath is always fresh … he was the first man I ever kissed, you know." -Lysa (ASOS Sansa VI)
He said "My love I'll swear to you"I'd heard the name "Nellie Bly" before in the version of Frankie & Johnny recorded by the legendary father of country music, [Jimmie Rodgers], so hearing it again made me look it up. It turns out the name in both songs was borrowed from [a world-famous American journalist]. (Recall that GRRM went to school for journalism.)
She said "I'll smack you if you do"
And the mockingbird went cuckoo and the donkey went hee-haw
Nellie Bly, Nellie Bly, said "Oh how you tease me"
"I'm so shy, I'm so shy, when you start to squeeze me"
He said "Come tell me pretty miss"
"Where did you learn to squeeze and kiss"
And the mockingbird went cuckoo and the donkey went hee-haw
The real Nellie Bly first became famous for writing an expose of conditions in a lunatic asylum for women in New York City. Her fame redoubled after she traveled around the world in 1889. She went on to write pulp serial novels and — notably, given Petyr's apparent designs on Sansa — to wed a much older millionaire man named . . . (wait for it) . . . "Seaman".
(Obviously "Seaman" resonates with the idea that Petyr is ironborn, with the sea in his eyes, and with the sperm-whale like "blowhole" on Petyr's lands, which recalls Theon's foregrounded semen from ACOK Theon I. It likewise suggests a reading of the song per which an older "Seaman" is seducing the "Nellie Bly". Could this presage Quellon seducing original Alayne, who I happen to believe has very intrepid genes herself?)
Anyway, back in the song, things take a "dark" turn:
She said "I love the twilight," down on the farmMy original Hoare-ish Littlefinger series highlighted various ways in which Petyr Baelish is Satan/Lucifedemon-coded, so the lovesick boy saying "The dark is my light" absolutely leaps out to me.
Said he, "The dark is my light," down on the farm
Especially because the couplet it's part of smells like it may well have informed a certain infamous exchange:
"Are you the Sword of the Morning now?"Consider that the Sword of the Morning wields dawn, which colloquially coincides with (the maiden's preferred) morning "twilight", while we are clearly supposed to suspect that "Darkstar" (who is "of the night" a la the lovesick boy) — who is for some reason "the most dangerous man in Dorne" and who apparently resembles a "Dragonlord" — was sired by Aerys during his 270 visit to Dorne, with Aerys cuckolding, presumably, a man of House Dayne. (AFFC The Princess in the Tower; The Queenmaker) Note the double-entendre of laying pipe here — life-giving, fertilizing pipe, no less:
"No. Men call me Darkstar, and I am of the night." (AFFC The Queenmaker)
In 270 AC, during a visit to Sunspear, he told the Princess of Dorne that he would "make the Dornish deserts bloom" by digging a great underground canal beneath the mountains to bring water down from the rainwood. (TWOIAF)There's a clear symmetry between the notion that Aeyrs cuckolded a Dayne to produce Darkstar and the idea that the noted Aerys-supporter and loyalist Quellon Greyjoy cuckolded a war hero small lord on the Fingers to produce Littlefinger. Doubly so if Littlefinger's mother was (as I have speculated elsewhere) the daughter of Duncan "the Small" Targaryen, Prince of Dragonflies.
If that couplet (in a song that otherwise smells Littlefingerian) reminds us of Darkstar, isn't it curious that the basic structure of Darkstar's implied origin (in the cuckolding of a small lord by a far greater lord) may (also/instead?) apply to Littlefinger's origin?
Back to The Mocking Bird Went Cuckoo. The next line reads like a reference to Lysa's opinion of Petyr:
Said she "You seem to big and brave and mighty strong to me."Compare with Lysa's very personal opinion of Petyr:
"He may not look as tall or strong as some, but he is worth more than all of them." (ASOS Sansa VI)The song's next line is wild given Petyr and Lysa's history with moon tea (a tea brewed with certain plants not used in ordinary tea) and especially my conviction that [Petyr dosed Sansa with moon tea] during their voyage on the Merling King so as to make sure she was not pregnant with Tyrion's child:
Said he "Yes, I had onions for my tea."(By the way, onions in ASOIAF are of course all about Davos. And who do I think Davos is? A possible Hoare-son or Quellon-son, and the Sailor's Wife's sailor, i.e. a sailor who sired a child and abandoned the mother, as, perhaps, Quellon sired Petyr on original-Alayne before leaving her to raise him on the Smallest Finger. Surely coincidence . . . unless this strange, weird old song has been informing George's Song since the mid-1990s.)
The lyrics continue with more Catelyn-esque teasing:
He said "I love you, yes I do"The lovesick boy is then encouraged to "walk 'round the houses"—
She said to him "Oh yeah, says you?"
And the mockingbird went cuckoo and the donkey went hee-haw
He said "You're sweet beyond belief!"
Said she "You said it! OK, chief!"
And the mockingbird went cuckoo and the donkey went hee-haw
Nellie Bly, Nellie Bly, said "Walk 'round the houses"—which 'just so happens' to recall rather closely Petyr and Sansa's sight-seeing tour of his lands, when "Petyr walked with her around his holdings", which include not just houses, but a symbolic sperm cannon and a reminder that foreigners sometimes land on these shores:
When the rains let up, Petyr walked with her around his holdings, which took less than half a day. He owned a lot of rocks, just as he had said. There was one place where the tide came jetting up out of a blowhole to shoot thirty feet into the air, and another where someone had chiseled the seven-pointed star of the new gods upon a boulder. Petyr said that marked one of the places the Andals had landed, when they came across the sea to wrest the Vale from the First Men.The song then references farm work and (via double-entendre) sex:
Farther inland a dozen families lived in huts of piled stone beside a peat bog.
"Just while I, just while I go and milk the cowses"Milk cows are, of course, linked to wet nursing and babies. And remember: It's cowbirds who make like cuckoos and cuckold mockingbirds.
The double-entendre gradually becomes obvious:
As they sat 'neath the stars aboveA milked bull? Quellon's son Victarion is linkened to a bull. Was Victarion's sire "milked" of his "seed" by Alayne Baelish? Did Quellon not only marry a woman of House Stonetree, but bone a woman wed to a man whose sigil was a "stone head"?
She says to him "Oh, what is love?
And the mockingbird went hee-haw and the donkey went cuckoo [note the reversal!]
Well she sat there and milked the cow [lol]
"I'll do my bit" said he, "and how!" [lmao]
And the mockingbird went cuckoo and the donkey went hee-haw
He found an old three-legged stool
And sat right down to milk the bull [come on!]
And the mockingbird went cuckoo and the donkey went hee-haw
Regarding that "three-legged stool", recall that the dragon must have three heads, that a cuckolder turns a partnership into a three-legged affair, so to speak, and that a man with a large penis (see: "Littlefinger"?) is sometimes said to have [a third leg].
From there the song grows only more suspicious as potential inspiration, as it makes explicit reference to concealed paternity, and implicitly to an improper sexual relationship involving a "father" (which see Littlefinger and "Alayne"):
Nellie Bly, Nellie Bly went all in a latherThe closing line about apologizing to the bull resonates with Petyr's dealings with Hoster, and perhaps with cuckoldry as well, as a trespass against patriarchal rights of possession over a woman.
Began to cry, shouting "Why, that's the cow's father!"
He turned white and looked surprised
Then to the bull apologized
And the mockingbird went cuckoo and the donkey went hee-haw
The foregoing represents the seemingly better known Gracie Fields version. [The Two Gilberts version] is mostly the same, save for a few passages in the middle.
Sidebar: Regarding "The Two Gilberts", there 'just so happens' to be exactly two Gilberts in the ASOIAF canon.
One of ASOIAF's two Gilberts 'just so happens' to be one of the legendary scions of legendary sperm cannon and possibly Quellon Greyjoy analogue Garth Greenhand, Gilbert of the Vines, who 'just so happens' to be responsible for all that good Arbor wine Petyr loves so.
The other Gilbert is Gilbert Farring, who Stannis tells us "holds Storm's End for me". (ASOS Davos IV) Repeating that: ASOIAF'S second Gilbert "holds" something that belongs to Stannis in lieu of Stannis holding it himself. Almost like he's cuckolding him.
There are two other Farrings (like Gilbert) in the canon. One is Godry, "the Giantslayer", which sounds like something one might nickname a guy who cuckolded a guy with the Titan of Braavos on his shield. The other is Annara Farring. She was Lord Frey's seventh wife, and guess what she 'just so happens' to be known for? If you said "cuckolding her lordly husband", congratulations. And guess how we're told that? Via, of all things under the sun, a milk cow analogy:
[Black Walder had] had Edwyn's wife too, that was common knowledge, Fair Walda had been known to slip into his bed from time to time, and some even said he'd known the seventh Lady Frey [Annara Farring] a deal better than he should have. Small wonder he refused to marry. Why buy a cow when there were udders all around begging to be milked? (ASOS Epilogue)(It was at this point that I went from "Maybe George has heard this song" to "George is 100% familiar with this song.")
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Right after the line about the onion tea, The Two Gilberts version sees the lovesick boy promise riches and wealth, recalling Petyr's lifelong interest in making money:
He said "I'll buy you furs and gems"
"And all the pretty thees[?] and thems[?]"
And the mockingbird went cuckoo and the donkey went hee-haw
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2023.06.02 18:29 M_Tootles The Recursive Homecomings Of Petyr & Theon Part 10 of 10: Oswell & Aeron; Lothar & Dagmer; The Closing Twist (Spoilers TWOW)
This post is the last post in a series looking at the massive amount of 'rhyming' recursivity I believe exists between (a) the homecoming of Petyr Baelish to the Fingers and (b) the homecoming of Theon Greyjoy to Pyke.
While this series/post can be read simply as a study 'for its own sake' of the curious recursion between these storylines, it is my belief that the 'rhyming' explored here between the stories of Petyr and Theon may exist (at least in part) to foreshadow that, like Theon, Petyr Littlefinger, is (among other things) a scion of ironborn kings, because Petyr is Hoare-ish: I.e. because Petyr's blood is (in some part) the blood of the ironborn kings of House Hoare of Orkmont and, later, Harrenhal.
This post is also post 25 of 25 in my broader series on the topic of a Hoare-ish Littlefinger, which is indexed [HERE].
Even if I'm wrong about Littlefinger's lineage, the 'rhyming' recursivity between the homecomings of Theon and Petyr detailed in this series remains, and certainly merits attention.
NOTE: In what follows, all uncited quotes are from ASOS Sansa VI, which describes Petyr's homecoming to his "Drearfort" tower of the 'Smallest Finger', or ACOK Theon I, which describes Theon's homecoming to "drear" Pyke.
As in past posts, I sometimes use "→" as shorthand for "'prefigures' and/or 'informs' and/or 'is reworked by' and/or 'finds a recursive rhyme in'.
As in: ACOK Theon I → ASOS Sansa VI.
This post picks up straight-away from where Part 9 left off. You can read Part 9 [HERE].
If you want to begin at the beginning, Part 1 is [HERE].
I'll explain.
Note first that Oswell, who is…
Aeron's beard is not simply a beard, though, but a beard with seaweed in it, which 'rhymes' with Oswell being not simply clean-shaven, but clean-shaven in a sea-faring way, as his "windburnt face"—
SIDEBAR: As for Aeron's robes here being "green and grey" ("and blue"), this underlines that Petyr's oft-mentioned "grey-green" eyes are like the sea, which (as I've mentioned in previous posts) suggests per Archmaester Haereg's maxim—
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The first thing we're told about Aeron after Theon realizes who he is is that "he washed up safe on shore"—
I suspect Littefinger was fed the line, "So silent, my lady?" before asking for Sansa's blessing as a nod to several pertinent silences in ACOK Theon I. First, the "sullen silence" of the Myraham's captain when he reluctantly acquiesces to Theon taking his would-be salt wife daughter below deck to get a blowjob; second, the "gloom of silence" between Theon and Aeron as they make the final approach to Pyke, post-blessing; and finally, Theon marking the absence of Euron's 'lady', Silence, as he sails into Lordsport:
Consider first that as Theon approaches Lordsport on the Myraham, he goes below deck, where he thinks about Dagmer Cleftjaw (along with the sour-like-Aeron Sylas Sourmouth, who was discussed in Part 8):
Dagmer's ship is named Foamdrinker, a double-entendre about ale-drinking, as he likes drinking, as well as reaving songs — especially the one a singer wrote about him:
Having surveyed the field of (word)play, we can now see the 'rhyming':
And thus everything about Petyr's homecoming continues to remind us of Theon's homecoming, which makes sense… if Petyr is likewise a scion of ironborn royalty (e.g. if he's Hoare-ish).
And yet . . .
It remains that notwithstanding that my Hoare-ish Littlefinger posts connected virtually everything we're told about House Hoare and its various historical kings with things we're told about Petyr Baelish, this (sub)series has detailed recursion not between Petyr and the Hoares, but between Petyr and Theon Greyjoy, who is like the Hoares in that his blood is that of ironborn kings, but who is, nonetheless, a Greyjoy.
It also remains that Theon is the grandson of Quellon Greyjoy, and that [as I show here] — or just scroll down, I'll reproduce that post in the comments — Quellon Greyjoy as described in both TWOIAF and in ASOIAF is nothing if not incredibly Hoare-esque, and not just because his policies and biography in TWOIAF 'rhyme' with the policies and biographies of various Hoare kings, but because ASOIAF proper subtly suggests he was something of a 'whore' in that AFFC makes it abundantly clear that Quellon was a prolific sperm cannon by repeating over and over that he sired nine sons we know of (on three different wives).
Recall, too, that we saw in [Part 2 of the original 'Littlefinger is Hoare-ish' series] that Petyr is in certain striking respects similar to Balon, to Euron, to Aeron, to Asha, and even to Victarion.
This all gives rise to the question: Does all the 'rhyming' between the homecomings of Theon Greyjoy and Petyr Baelish as detailed in this series 'merely' (further) hint that Petyr is (literally) Hoare-ish, and hence that he is like Theon in that he, too, is the scion of ironborn kings?
Or do all the Petyr-Greyjoy connections, coupled with Quellon's foregrounded fecundity and the presence of a barely concealed metaphor for an ocean-based sperm (whale) cannon on Petyr's estate (alongside a reminder of invaders from the sea)—
Note that Quellon was a direct, analogous contemporary to Petyr's 'father': Both are said to have fought for the Targaryens in the War of the Ninepenny Kings.
In short, mockingbirds accept being cuckolded.
Recall here that the men of Pyke greeted Theon with "bovine [as in cow, as in the cowbirds that cuckold mockingbirds] eyes", and that the o.g. brood parasites are cuckoo birds, from whence we derive our term "cuckolding".
Recall, too, that the Greyjoy banner over Pyke weirdly takes on the appearance of a bird during Theon's homecoming, which I've just spent 10 posts comparing to Petyr's homecoming:
Indeed, I very much wonder whether we're not told all about the super-pollinator Garth Greenhand in part as a 'rhyming' hint that Quellon Greyjoy was a super-pollinator who spread his "seed" amongst the ladies of what the ironborn call the "green lands".
To say the lyrics of the song remind me of Littlefinger's story is if anything an understatement, beginning with the opening image of "a lovesick youth and maiden":
Regarding the "down on the farm" setting, ASOIAF makes regular reference to the bountiful crops and rich farmlands of the Tullys' Riverlands, and we see the courtyards of Riverrun "teem[ing] with… cows, sheep, and chickens" in ACOK Catelyn V.
The song continues with a first kiss "by the cowshed door" (recalling that we're told that Petyr's estate has "a sheepfold"):
The real Nellie Bly first became famous for writing an expose of conditions in a lunatic asylum for women in New York City. Her fame redoubled after she traveled around the world in 1889. She went on to write pulp serial novels and — notably, given Petyr's apparent designs on Sansa — to wed a much older millionaire man named . . . (wait for it) . . . "Seaman".
(Obviously "Seaman" resonates with the idea that Petyr is ironborn, with the sea in his eyes, and with the sperm-whale like "blowhole" on Petyr's lands, which recalls Theon's foregrounded semen from ACOK Theon I. It likewise suggests a reading of the song per which an older "Seaman" is seducing the "Nellie Bly". Could this presage Quellon seducing original-Alayne, who I happen to believe has very intrepid genes herself?)
Anyway, back in the song, things take a "dark" turn:
Especially because the couplet it's part of smells like it may well have informed a certain infamous exchange:
If that couplet (in a song that otherwise smells Littlefingerian) reminds us of Darkstar, isn't it curious that the basic structure of Darkstar's implied origin (in the cuckolding of a small lord by a far greater lord) may (also/instead?) apply to Littlefinger's origin?
Back to The Mocking Bird Went Cuckoo. The next line reads like a reference to Lysa's opinion of Petyr:
The lyrics continue with more Catelyn-esque teasing:
The double-entendre gradually becomes obvious:
Regarding that "three-legged stool", recall that the dragon must have three heads, that a cuckolder turns a partnership into a three-legged affair, so to speak, and that a man with a large penis (see: "Littlefinger"?) is sometimes said to have [a third leg].
From there the song grows only more suspicious as potential inspiration, as it makes explicit reference to concealed paternity, and implicitly to an improper sexual relationship involving a "father" (which see Littlefinger and "Alayne"):
The foregoing represents the seemingly better known Gracie Fields version. The Two Gilberts version is mostly the same, save for a few passages in the middle.
Sidebar: Regarding "The Two Gilberts", there 'just so happens' to be exactly two Gilberts in the ASOIAF canon.
One of ASOIAF's two Gilberts 'just so happens' to be one of the legendary scions of legendary sperm cannon and possibly Quellon Greyjoy analogue Garth Greenhand, Gilbert of the Vines, who 'just so happens' to be responsible for all that good Arbor wine Petyr loves so.
The other Gilbert is Gilbert Farring, who Stannis tells us "holds Storm's End for me". (ASOS Davos IV) Repeating that: ASOIAF'S second Gilbert "holds" something that belongs to Stannis in lieu of Stannis holding it himself. Almost like he's cuckolding him.
There are two other Farrings (like Gilbert) in the canon. One is Godry, "the Giantslayer", which sounds like something one might nickname a guy who cuckolded a guy with the Titan of Braavos on his shield. The other is Annara Farring. She was Lord Frey's seventh wife, and guess what she 'just so happens' to be known for? If you said "cuckolding her lordly husband", congratulations. And guess how we're told that? Via, of all things under the sun, a milk cow analogy:
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Right after the line about the onion tea, The Two Gilberts version sees the lovesick boy promise riches and wealth, recalling Petyr's lifelong interest in making money:
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While this series/post can be read simply as a study 'for its own sake' of the curious recursion between these storylines, it is my belief that the 'rhyming' explored here between the stories of Petyr and Theon may exist (at least in part) to foreshadow that, like Theon, Petyr Littlefinger, is (among other things) a scion of ironborn kings, because Petyr is Hoare-ish: I.e. because Petyr's blood is (in some part) the blood of the ironborn kings of House Hoare of Orkmont and, later, Harrenhal.
This post is also post 25 of 25 in my broader series on the topic of a Hoare-ish Littlefinger, which is indexed [HERE].
Even if I'm wrong about Littlefinger's lineage, the 'rhyming' recursivity between the homecomings of Theon and Petyr detailed in this series remains, and certainly merits attention.
As in: ACOK Theon I → ASOS Sansa VI.
If you want to begin at the beginning, Part 1 is [HERE].
Aeron & Oswell
After Theon's homecoming chapter opens with Theon thinking "There was no safe anchorage at Pyke", which is copied nearly verbatim during Petyr's homecoming with Sansa, we see Theon anticipating his first glimpse of Pyke castle, and read this sentence:Theon drew the hood of his cloak up against the spray, and looked for home.That line proves to be a key part of a pun-tastic 'rhyme' between (a) Theon coming ashore from the Myraham and meeting Aeron and (b) Sansa coming ashore from the Merling King with the aid of Oswell.
I'll explain.
Note first that Oswell, who is…
…tall and gangling, with long white hair and a great hooked nose, with eyes shaded by a cowl [like a monk's cowl!]… (ACOK Theon V)—clearly 'rhymes' with Aeron, an ascetic priest (see Oswell's monk-ish cowl) who is…
Tall and thin, with… a beak of a nose… [and] ropes of dried seaweed were braided through his waist-long black hair and untrimmed beard.They're set up as yin and yang: Tall and similarly built with notable noses and long hair… but one has "long white hair", the other "long black hair", and Aeron has an "untrimmed beard" while Oswell is clean-shaven.
Aeron's beard is not simply a beard, though, but a beard with seaweed in it, which 'rhymes' with Oswell being not simply clean-shaven, but clean-shaven in a sea-faring way, as his "windburnt face"—
She studied the old man's lined windburnt face, hook nose, white hair, and huge knuckly hands. (ASOS Sansa VI)—prefigures the "wind-chafed skin" of Aeron's niece Asha, which is tagged as typical of the sea-faring ironborn—
Ironborn, he knew at a glance; lean and long-legged, with… wind-chafed skin, strong sure hands….—as are her notably "strong sure hands", which similarly 'rhyme' with Oswell's notably "huge knuckly hands".
SIDEBAR: As for Aeron's robes here being "green and grey" ("and blue"), this underlines that Petyr's oft-mentioned "grey-green" eyes are like the sea, which (as I've mentioned in previous posts) suggests per Archmaester Haereg's maxim—
"You may dress an ironman in silks and velvets, teach him to read and write and give him books, instruct him in chivalry and courtesy and the mysteries of the Faith… but when you look into his eyes, the sea will still be there, cold and grey and cruel." (TWOIAF)—that Littlefinger is, at least in part, an ironman.
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The first thing we're told about Aeron after Theon realizes who he is is that "he washed up safe on shore"—
A memory prodded at Theon. In one of his rare curt letters, Lord Balon had written of his youngest brother going down in a storm, and turning holy when he washed up safe on shore. "Uncle Aeron?" he said doubtfully.—which prefigures Oswell splashing his way ashore at the Smallest Finger:
Oswell and Lothor splashed their way ashore, as did Littlefinger himself.(If Oswell is Aeron-ish, surely Petyr making like Oswell and splashing about in the surf here could foreshadow that he is Hoare-ish. And perhaps some kind of religious figure as well.)
Drawn Up Hoods
With that Oswell/Aeron 'rhyme' in mind, consider again that, as Theon approaches castle Pyke on the Myraham…Theon drew the hood of his cloak up against the spray, and looked for home.Sound familiar? That's because it's reworked when Sansa is rowed ashore by the "gangling", Aeron-esque Oswell:
Lothor and old Oswell rowed them ashore. Sansa huddled in the bow under her cloak with the hood drawn up against the wind….When Sansa gets to shore, "two old men" help to make sure she doesn't get even a little bit wet—
The two old men waded out up to their thighs to lift Sansa from the boat so she would not get her skirts wet.—which was, of course, exactly the thing Theon was trying to avoid back in ACOK when he "drew the hood of his cloak up against the spray", as Sansa drew hers "up against the wind" when Oswell rowed her in.
Gangplank → Gangling.
GRRM is just warming up. When Theon reaches Lordsport and disembarks from the Myraham, he, too, avoids getting wet. At least initially. Where Sansa uses "gangling" Oswell to come ashore, Theon uses… a "gangplank":Without waiting for a reply [from Myraham's captain], he strode down the gangplank. "Innkeeper," he barked. "I require a horse".
Kneeling Servants
The innkeeper never gets Theon his horse, of course (of course), because Aeron shows up. And what does gangling white-haired Oswell's black-haired physical mirror Aeron do? He makes Theon get wet after all."Kneel."Note that Theon kneeling on "stones and mud… and horseshit" before a priest with "seaweed" in his beard is reworked even as Oswell rows Sansa ashore and she huddles in her cloak like Theon, when the Baelish household kneels on rocks covered by nasty seaweed and Sansa dodges sheepshit:
The ground was all stones[!] and mud. "Uncle, I—"
"Kneel. Or are you too proud now, a lordling of the green lands come among us?"
Theon knelt. He had a purpose here, and might need Aeron's help to achieve it. A crown was worth a little mud and horseshit on his breeches, he supposed.
"Bow your head." Lifting the skin, his uncle pulled the cork and directed a thin stream of seawater down upon Theon's head. It drenched his hair and ran over his forehead into his eyes. Sheets washed down his cheeks, and a finger crept under his cloak and doublet and down his back, a cold rivulet along his spine. The salt made his eyes burn, until it was all he could do not to cry out. He could taste the ocean on his lips. "Let Theon your servant be born again from the sea, as you were," Aeron Greyjoy intoned. "Bless him with salt, bless him with stone, bless him with steel."
Lothor and old Oswell rowed them ashore. Sansa huddled in the bow under her cloak with the hood drawn up against the wind, wondering what awaited her. Servants emerged from the tower to meet them…. When they recognized Lord Petyr they knelt on the rocks.
[Petyr] led them up the strand over rocks slick with rotting seaweed. … Sansa had to step carefully; there were pellets [i.e. sheepshit] everywhere.
Blessings
Meanwhile, Aeron giving Theon his holy "bless[ing]" is reworked just before Sansa is rowed ashore, when Petyr asks for Sansa's "blessing" after he tells her they're not going to Winterfell and that he's going to wed Lysa:"So silent, my lady?" said Petyr. "I was certain you would wish to give me your blessing. …"Sansa's reluctant acquiescence — both to giving the blessing and to going ashore and going along with Petyr's plan, which she had not anticipated — echoes Theon's reluctant acquiescence to both Aeron's blessing and Balon's plan of invasion, which he hadn't anticipated.
"I . . . I pray you will have long years together, and many children, and be very happy in one another.
I suspect Littefinger was fed the line, "So silent, my lady?" before asking for Sansa's blessing as a nod to several pertinent silences in ACOK Theon I. First, the "sullen silence" of the Myraham's captain when he reluctantly acquiesces to Theon taking his would-be salt wife daughter below deck to get a blowjob; second, the "gloom of silence" between Theon and Aeron as they make the final approach to Pyke, post-blessing; and finally, Theon marking the absence of Euron's 'lady', Silence, as he sails into Lordsport:
Theon searched for his uncle Euron's Silence.Truly, all things come round again.
Getting Wet & Staying Dry 1
But what about Aeron getting Theon pointedly wet? Aeron not only making Theon kneel but getting him wet and then riding with him to Pyke, is reworked (and reversed) not just by Oswell and Lothor rowing Sansa ashore — note the "rode" → "rowed" wordplay:They [Aeron and Theon] rode in a gloom of silence.— and not just by Sansa being carried ashore and kept pointedly dry by two old men who were, seconds earlier, kneeling reverently on the seashore, but also by Aeron-ish Oswell helping Sansa "up" onto The Merling King from his rowboat while assuring her he won't let her fall into the sea, which he makes sure she doesn't:
Lothor and old Oswell rowed them ashore.
The rower shipped the oars and helped Sansa to her feet. "Up now. Go on, girl, I got you." Sansa thanked him for his kindness, but received no answer but a grunt. It was much easier going up the rope ladder than it had been coming down the cliff. The oarsman Oswell followed close behind her… (ASOS Sansa V)So: Where Oswell-ish Aeron forces Theon to kneel and then wets him down with seawater, ceremonially "drowning" him after he comes down the "gangplank", the "gangling" Aeron-ish Oswell helps Sansa "to her feet" and then "up" while promising not to let her fall in the sea, where she could drown.
Getting Wet & Staying Dry 2
Aeron forcing Theon to kneel and getting him wet before he "rode" with him to Pyke is also reworked/reversed inside Petyr's tower, when Sansa's 'other' rower Lothor protects Sansa from Marillion's rape attempt— from being (like Theon) forced to get "wet", so to speak:"My blood is stirred. And yours, I know … there's no wench half so lusty as one bastard born. Are you wet for me?"The wetness motif is played up again:
"I'm a maiden," she protested.
"Truly? Oh, Alayne, Alayne, my fair maid, give me the gift of your innocence.
"He put a hand on her breast, and squeezed. "Let's get you out of these wet clothes. You wouldn't want them ripped, I know. Come, sweet lady, heed your heart—"He wants to "get [her] out of [her] wet clothes" so he can get her "wet", so to speak. But where Aeron forced Theon to "kneel" and get wet in language that suddenly reads as quite rapey and spine-chilling—
Sheets washed down his cheeks [which cheeks?], and a finger[!] crept under his cloak and doublet and down his back, a cold rivulet along his spine."—before he "rode" with him to castle Pyke, Lothor Brune, who "rowed" Sansa ashore, keeps her safe and 'dry':
Sansa heard the soft sound of steel on leather. "Singer," a rough voice said, "best go, if you want to sing again." The light was dim, but she saw a faint glimmer of a blade.
The singer saw it too. "Find your own wench—" The knife flashed, and he cried out. "You cut me!"
"I'll do worse, if you don't go."
And quick as that, Marillion was gone. The other remained, looming over Sansa in the darkness. "Lord Petyr said watch out for you." It was Lothor Brune's voice, she realized.
Dagmer Cleftjaw → Lothor Brune
And what do you know? Oswell's rowing partner Lothor Brune is also prefigured by Theon's homecoming. Not by Aeron, but by Dagmer Cleftjaw, who Theon thinks of as he approaches Lordsport on the Myraham. In fact, there's a huge 'rhyme' between (a) Dagmer Cleftjaw and his "gut-churning scar", on the one hand, and (b) the beginning of ASOS Sansa VI, which describes Lothor Brune and Sansa's upset stomach (i.e. her churning guts) and seemingly permanently scarred psyche, on the other. I'll try to lay out now.Consider first that as Theon approaches Lordsport on the Myraham, he goes below deck, where he thinks about Dagmer Cleftjaw (along with the sour-like-Aeron Sylas Sourmouth, who was discussed in Part 8):
As the Myraham made her way landward, Theon paced the deck restlessly, scanning the shore. He had not thought to find Lord Balon himself at quayside, but surely his father would have sent someone to meet him. Sylas Sourmouth the steward, Lord Botley, perhaps even Dagmer Cleftjaw. It would be good to look on Dagmer's hideous old face again.We meet Dagmer in ACOK Theon III,
He smiled himself to show how it was done. It made for a hideous sight. Under a snowy white mane of hair, Dagmer Cleftjaw had the most gut-churning scar Theon had ever seen, the legacy of the longaxe that had near killed him as a boy. The blow had splintered his jaw, shattered his front teeth, and left him four lips where other men had but two. A shaggy beard covered his cheeks and neck, but the hair would not grow over the scar, so a shiny seam of puckered, twisted flesh divided his face like a crevasse through a snowfield "We could hear them singing," the old warrior said. "It was a good song, and they sang it bravely."We later learn that Dagmer is "fearsome" and a "fierce fighter" as well, despite being marked as aged by his "white mane of hair". (ADWD The King's Prize)
…Dagmer grinned more often and more broadly than Lord Balon ever had.
Ugly as it was, that smile brought back a hundred memories. Theon had seen it often as a boy, when he'd jumped a horse over a mossy wall, or flung an axe and split a target square. [More fond memories of Dagmer.]
Dagmer's ship is named Foamdrinker, a double-entendre about ale-drinking, as he likes drinking, as well as reaving songs — especially the one a singer wrote about him:
He knew that would give Dagmer pause. A singer had made a song about the axe that cracked his jaw in half, and the old man loved to hear it. Whenever he was in his cups he would call for a reaving song, something loud and stormy that told of dead heroes and deeds of wild valor. (ACOK Theon III)Balon puts Dagmer in Theon's reaving detachment. Theon foolishly resents this, not accepting that he is inexperienced and needs and could benefit enormously from a seasoned number two with whom he has a good relationship:
"You are to harry the Stony Shore, raiding the fishing villages and sinking any ships you chance to meet. … Aeron will accompany you, and Dagmer Cleftjaw."Balon gives Theon Dagmer to help him, but Theon can only see it as an affront, so he tries to sideline him:
…Theon felt as if he'd been slapped. He was being sent to do reaver's work, burning fishermen out of their hovels and raping their ugly daughters, and yet it seemed Lord Balon did not trust him sufficiently to do even that much. Bad enough to have to suffer the Damphair's scowls and chidings. With Dagmer Cleftjaw along as well, his command would be purely nominal. (ACOK Theon II)
Dagmer Cleftjaw stood by the high carved prow of his longship, Foamdrinker. Theon had assigned him the task of guarding the ships; otherwise men would have called it Dagmer's victory, not his. A more prickly man might have taken that for a slight, but the Cleftjaw had only laughed. (ACOK Theon III)
That Splintery Ladder Again & Lothor's Hand Up
Now, remembering that we're introduced to Dagmer Cleftjaw while Theon is still aship en route to Pyke, consider again the first paragraph of Sansa VI, plus a bit more (which of course takes place while Petyr and Sansa are still aship en route to Petyr's Drearfort):The ladder to the forecastle was steep and splintery, so Sansa accepted a hand up from Lothor Brune. Ser Lothor, she had to remind herself; the man had been knighted for his valor in the Battle of the Blackwater. Though no proper knight would wear those patched brown breeches and scuffed boots, nor that cracked and water-stained leather jerkin. A square-faced stocky man with a squashed nose and a mat of nappy grey hair, Brune spoke seldom. He is stronger than he looks, though. She could tell by the ease with which he lifted her, as if she weighed nothing at all. …We're subsequently reminded of Brune's "squashed nose" and "mat of nappy grey hair", and told of his "square jaw" and more:
She had seldom ventured out on deck herself. Her little cabin was dank and cold, but Sansa had been sick for most of the voyage . . . sick with terror, sick with fever, or seasick . . . she could keep nothing down, and even sleep came hard. Whenever she closed her eyes she saw Joffrey… dying….
…Even this close to shore, the rolling of the ship made her tummy queasy.…
[Petyr] put a sympathetic arm about her shoulders. "Are you quite well? You look so pale."
"It's only my tummy. The seasickness."
With his squashed nose, square jaw, and nap of woolly grey hair, Brune could not be called comely, but he was not ugly either. … Sober, he was a quiet man, but a strong one. (AFFC Alayne II)Recall too that Brune saves Sansa from Marillion, who tries to use her as Theon used the captain's daughter.
Having surveyed the field of (word)play, we can now see the 'rhyming':
- Where Theon goes below deck as he approaches Lordsport and thinks about Dagmer, whose jaw is (verbatim) "splintered", Sansa, with Brune's help, climbs up to the deck using a (verbatim) "splintered" ladder as she approaches the Drearfort.
- Where Theon spurns the 'hand up' Dagmer and his splintered jaw could have given him, "Sansa accept[s] a hand up from Lothor Brune" and climbs the "splintered" ladder.
- Where Theon think of the Cleftjaw, who has a "gut-churning scar", Sansa thinks about her literally churning guts — her upset "tummy".
- Where Theon thinks that Cleftjaw's "gut-churning scar" resulted from his being "near[ly] killed as a boy", Sansa's churning guts are related to the evident psychic scar she's suffered, which causes her to see a boy killed over and over again.
- Dagmer's "shattered" teeth and "splintered" jaw (and Dagmar being sent to "Torrhen's Square") → Brune's "squashed nose" and "square jaw"
- Where Dagmer is ironborn, and had his jaw "cracked… in half", Brune wears a "cracked and water-stained [as if from the sea]" jerkin.
- Dagmer's "snowy mane of white hair" → Brune's "mat of nappy grey hair"/"nap of woolly grey hair"
- Despite their 'old hair', Dagmer is "fierce" and "fearsome", Brune "strong".
- Where Dagmer's smile is "ugly" but nonetheless fills Theon with warm memories (defying its appearance), Brune, who "could not be called comely, but… was not ugly either", is "stronger than he looks".
- Where Dagmer "covered his cheeks and neck" with a beard but can't grow a 'proper' one due to his scar, which appears as a "seam", Brune doesn't look like a "proper knight" in his "patched… breeches" and "scuffed boots". (Note the sewing language — "seam" → "patched" — and the lexical similarity: "cheeks" → "breeches".)
- Both men seem to have a penchant for drink (per the implications of Sansa commenting on Brune's nature "when sober") and a foregrounded relationship with singers. (Where Dagmer loves singers and songs, Brune is in conflict with Marillion — although the deeds of "Lothor Apple-Eater" are likely sung of, like Dagmer's exploits.)
And thus everything about Petyr's homecoming continues to remind us of Theon's homecoming, which makes sense… if Petyr is likewise a scion of ironborn royalty (e.g. if he's Hoare-ish).
The End, and The Distinct Possibility That The Rhyme Between Petyr's and Theon's Homecomings Isn't (Just) About Petyr Being Hoare-ish, After All
That's it. That's all I got regarding the recursively 'rhyming' homecomings of Theon and Petyr. For me, the insane scope and depth of the 'rhyming' between Petyr's homecoming and the homcoming of a scion of ironborn kings is entirely consistent with my broader hypothesis: that the blood of ironborn kings likewise flows in the veins of Petyr Littlefinger — namely "the black blood" of House Hoare of Orkmont.And yet . . .
It remains that notwithstanding that my Hoare-ish Littlefinger posts connected virtually everything we're told about House Hoare and its various historical kings with things we're told about Petyr Baelish, this (sub)series has detailed recursion not between Petyr and the Hoares, but between Petyr and Theon Greyjoy, who is like the Hoares in that his blood is that of ironborn kings, but who is, nonetheless, a Greyjoy.
It also remains that Theon is the grandson of Quellon Greyjoy, and that [as I show here] — or just scroll down, I'll reproduce that post in the comments — Quellon Greyjoy as described in both TWOIAF and in ASOIAF is nothing if not incredibly Hoare-esque, and not just because his policies and biography in TWOIAF 'rhyme' with the policies and biographies of various Hoare kings, but because ASOIAF proper subtly suggests he was something of a 'whore' in that AFFC makes it abundantly clear that Quellon was a prolific sperm cannon by repeating over and over that he sired nine sons we know of (on three different wives).
Recall, too, that we saw in [Part 2 of the original 'Littlefinger is Hoare-ish' series] that Petyr is in certain striking respects similar to Balon, to Euron, to Aeron, to Asha, and even to Victarion.
This all gives rise to the question: Does all the 'rhyming' between the homecomings of Theon Greyjoy and Petyr Baelish as detailed in this series 'merely' (further) hint that Petyr is (literally) Hoare-ish, and hence that he is like Theon in that he, too, is the scion of ironborn kings?
Or do all the Petyr-Greyjoy connections, coupled with Quellon's foregrounded fecundity and the presence of a barely concealed metaphor for an ocean-based sperm (whale) cannon on Petyr's estate (alongside a reminder of invaders from the sea)—
There was one place where the tide came jetting up out of a blowhole to shoot thirty feet into the air, and another where someone had chiseled the seven-pointed star of the new gods upon a boulder. Petyr said that marked one of the places the Andals had landed, when they came across the sea to wrest the Vale from the First Men.—hint that at some point during his travels, Quellon Greyjoy bedded Petyr's mother Alayne (or perhaps Petyr's father's mother), cuckolding her husband and impregnating her with Petyr (or Lord Baelish)?
Note that Quellon was a direct, analogous contemporary to Petyr's 'father': Both are said to have fought for the Targaryens in the War of the Ninepenny Kings.
The Mockingbird & The Cuckolding Cowbird
Here we must consider that Petyr's sigil is the mockingbird, and that certain species of mockingbirds (see https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Long-tailed_mockingbird and https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Chilean_mockingbird and https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/White-banded_mockingbird and https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Northern_mockingbird and https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Chalk-browed_mockingbird) are well-known as hosts for the [brood parasitism] of certain [cowbirds]. That is, it is well-known that mockingbirds frequently care for the eggs of cowbirds and feed the hatched chicks of cowbirds as if they were their own offspring.In short, mockingbirds accept being cuckolded.
Recall here that the men of Pyke greeted Theon with "bovine [as in cow, as in the cowbirds that cuckold mockingbirds] eyes", and that the o.g. brood parasites are cuckoo birds, from whence we derive our term "cuckolding".
Recall, too, that the Greyjoy banner over Pyke weirdly takes on the appearance of a bird during Theon's homecoming, which I've just spent 10 posts comparing to Petyr's homecoming:
Above the Sea Tower snapped his father's banner. The Myraham was too far off for Theon to see more than the cloth itself, but he knew the device it bore: the golden kraken of House Greyjoy, arms writhing and reaching against a black field. The banner streamed from an iron mast, shivering and twisting as the wind gusted, like a bird struggling to take flight.Thus the possibility that Petyr's nominal "father" Lord Baelish (or Petyr's nominal paternal "grandfather") was cuckolded by Quellon Greyjoy, the Hoare-esque sperm cannon from the land of cowbird-evoking "bovine eyes", whose sigil is likened to a bird, is right there in his mockingbird sigil.
Indeed, I very much wonder whether we're not told all about the super-pollinator Garth Greenhand in part as a 'rhyming' hint that Quellon Greyjoy was a super-pollinator who spread his "seed" amongst the ladies of what the ironborn call the "green lands".
The Mocking Bird Went Cuckoo
The notion that Petyr's mockingbird sigil may nod to Petyr's supposed father (or supposed paternal grandfather) getting cuckolded by Quellon Greyjoy reminds me of a song brought to my attention by MaxPayload: The Mocking Bird Went Cuckoo was recorded in the 1930s by at least two acts, including the British movie star [Gracie Fields] — the highest paid film actress in the world c. 1937 — and an act called "The Two Gilberts".To say the lyrics of the song remind me of Littlefinger's story is if anything an understatement, beginning with the opening image of "a lovesick youth and maiden":
A lovesick youth and maiden (down on the farm)To say the least, Littlefinger is closely identified with being a lovesick youth and with lying (including about his sexploits with the sisters Tully). And notably, he and Sansa practically begin their relationship by agreeing to lie about her being his daughter. (Sansa's heart is notably 'heavy laden' when this happens upon arrival at Littlefinger's tower — and sheep farm.)
With hearts so heavy laden (down on the farm)
They held each other's hands and looked into each other's eye
And started to tell each other lies
Regarding the "down on the farm" setting, ASOIAF makes regular reference to the bountiful crops and rich farmlands of the Tullys' Riverlands, and we see the courtyards of Riverrun "teem[ing] with… cows, sheep, and chickens" in ACOK Catelyn V.
The song continues with a first kiss "by the cowshed door" (recalling that we're told that Petyr's estate has "a sheepfold"):
He kissed her by the cowshed doorPetyr was, of course, Lysa's first kiss, and probably Catelyn's as well, as well as Lysa's first fuck (regarding which, rest assured that the song gets deep into sexual double-entendre soon enough):
She said "I've not been kissed before"
And the mockingbird went cuckoo and the donkey went hee-haw
[O]ver there, beneath that bower, she and Lysa had played at kissing with Petyr.Next we see the maiden tease the eager "lovesick youth", as Cat ostensibly teased Petyr:
She had not thought of that in years. How young they all had been—she no older than Sansa, Lysa younger than Arya, and Petyr younger still, yet eager. The girls had traded him between them, serious and giggling by turns. It came back to her so vividly she could almost feel his sweaty fingers on her shoulders and taste the mint on his breath. There was always mint growing in the godswood, and Petyr had liked to chew it. He had been such a bold little boy, always in trouble. "He tried to put his tongue in my mouth," Catelyn had confessed to her sister afterward, when they were alone. "He did with me too," Lysa had whispered, shy and breathless. "I liked it." (AGOT Catelyn XI)
"Petyr's breath is always fresh … he was the first man I ever kissed, you know." -Lysa (ASOS Sansa VI)
He said "My love I'll swear to you"I'd heard the name "Nellie Bly" before in the version of Frankie & Johnny recorded by the legendary father of country music, [Jimmie Rodgers], so hearing it again made me look it up. It turns out the name in both songs was borrowed from [a world-famous American journalist]. (Recall that GRRM went to school for journalism.)
She said "I'll smack you if you do"
And the mockingbird went cuckoo and the donkey went hee-haw
Nellie Bly, Nellie Bly, said "Oh how you tease me"
"I'm so shy, I'm so shy, when you start to squeeze me"
He said "Come tell me pretty miss"
"Where did you learn to squeeze and kiss"
And the mockingbird went cuckoo and the donkey went hee-haw
The real Nellie Bly first became famous for writing an expose of conditions in a lunatic asylum for women in New York City. Her fame redoubled after she traveled around the world in 1889. She went on to write pulp serial novels and — notably, given Petyr's apparent designs on Sansa — to wed a much older millionaire man named . . . (wait for it) . . . "Seaman".
(Obviously "Seaman" resonates with the idea that Petyr is ironborn, with the sea in his eyes, and with the sperm-whale like "blowhole" on Petyr's lands, which recalls Theon's foregrounded semen from ACOK Theon I. It likewise suggests a reading of the song per which an older "Seaman" is seducing the "Nellie Bly". Could this presage Quellon seducing original-Alayne, who I happen to believe has very intrepid genes herself?)
Anyway, back in the song, things take a "dark" turn:
She said "I love the twilight," down on the farmMy original Hoare-ish Littlefinger series highlighted various ways in which Petyr Baelish is Satan/Lucifedemon-coded, so the lovesick boy saying "The dark is my light" absolutely leaps out to me.
Said he, "The dark is my light," down on the farm
Especially because the couplet it's part of smells like it may well have informed a certain infamous exchange:
"Are you the Sword of the Morning now?"Consider that the Sword of the Morning wields dawn, which colloquially coincides with (the maiden's preferred) morning "twilight", while we are clearly supposed to suspect that "Darkstar" (who is "of the night" a la the lovesick boy) — who is for some reason "the most dangerous man in Dorne" and who apparently resembles a "Dragonlord" — was sired by Aerys during his 270 visit to Dorne, with Aerys cuckolding, presumably, a man of House Dayne. (AFFC The Princess in the Tower; The Queenmaker) Note the double-entendre of laying pipe here — life-giving, fertilizing pipe, no less:
"No. Men call me Darkstar, and I am of the night." (AFFC The Queenmaker)
In 270 AC, during a visit to Sunspear, he told the Princess of Dorne that he would "make the Dornish deserts bloom" by digging a great underground canal beneath the mountains to bring water down from the rainwood. (TWOIAF)There's a clear symmetry between the notion that Aeyrs cuckolded a Dayne to produce Darkstar and the idea that the noted Aerys-supporter and loyalist Quellon Greyjoy cuckolded a war hero small lord on the Fingers to produce Littlefinger. Doubly so if Littlefinger's mother was (as I have speculated elsewhere) the daughter of Duncan "the Small" Targaryen, Prince of Dragonflies.
If that couplet (in a song that otherwise smells Littlefingerian) reminds us of Darkstar, isn't it curious that the basic structure of Darkstar's implied origin (in the cuckolding of a small lord by a far greater lord) may (also/instead?) apply to Littlefinger's origin?
Back to The Mocking Bird Went Cuckoo. The next line reads like a reference to Lysa's opinion of Petyr:
Said she "You seem to big and brave and mighty strong to me."Compare with Lysa's very personal opinion of Petyr:
"He may not look as tall or strong as some, but he is worth more than all of them." (ASOS Sansa VI)The song's next line is wild given Petyr and Lysa's history with moon tea (a tea brewed with certain plants not used in ordinary tea) and especially my conviction that [Petyr dosed Sansa with moon tea] during their voyage on the Merling King so as to make sure she was not pregnant with Tyrion's child:
Said he "Yes, I had onions for my tea."(By the way, onions in ASOIAF are of course all about Davos. And who do I think Davos is? A possible Hoare-son or Quellon-son, and the Sailor's Wife's sailor, i.e. a sailor who sired a child and abandoned the mother, as, perhaps, Quellon sired Petyr on Alayne before leaving her to raise him on the Smallest Finger. Surely coincidence . . . unless this strange, weird old song has been informing George's Song since the mid-1990s.)
The lyrics continue with more Catelyn-esque teasing:
He said "I love you, yes I do"The lovesick boy is then encouraged to "walk 'round the houses"—
She said to him "Oh yeah, says you?"
And the mockingbird went cuckoo and the donkey went hee-haw
He said "You're sweet beyond belief!"
Said she "You said it! OK, chief!"
And the mockingbird went cuckoo and the donkey went hee-haw
Nellie Bly, Nellie Bly, said "Walk 'round the houses"—which 'just so happens' to recall rather closely Petyr and Sansa's sight-seeing tour of his lands, when "Petyr walked with her around his holdings", which include not just houses, but a symbolic sperm cannon and a reminder that foreigners sometimes land on these shores:
When the rains let up, Petyr walked with her around his holdings, which took less than half a day. He owned a lot of rocks, just as he had said. There was one place where the tide came jetting up out of a blowhole to shoot thirty feet into the air, and another where someone had chiseled the seven-pointed star of the new gods upon a boulder. Petyr said that marked one of the places the Andals had landed, when they came across the sea to wrest the Vale from the First Men.The song then references farm work and (via double-entendre) sex:
Farther inland a dozen families lived in huts of piled stone beside a peat bog.
"Just while I, just while I go and milk the cowses"Milk cows are, of course, linked to wet nursing and babies. And remember: It's cowbirds who make like cuckoos and cuckold mockingbirds.
The double-entendre gradually becomes obvious:
As they sat 'neath the stars aboveA milked bull? Quellon's son Victarion is linkened to a bull. Was Victarion's sire "milked" of his "seed" by Alayne Baelish? Did Quellon not only marry a woman of House Stonetree, but bone a woman wed to a man whose sigil was a "stone head"?
She says to him "Oh, what is love?
And the mockingbird went hee-haw and the donkey went cuckoo [note the reversal!]
Well she sat there and milked the cow [lol]
"I'll do my bit" said he, "and how!" [lmao]
And the mockingbird went cuckoo and the donkey went hee-haw
He found an old three-legged stool
And sat right down to milk the bull [come on!]
And the mockingbird went cuckoo and the donkey went hee-haw
Regarding that "three-legged stool", recall that the dragon must have three heads, that a cuckolder turns a partnership into a three-legged affair, so to speak, and that a man with a large penis (see: "Littlefinger"?) is sometimes said to have [a third leg].
From there the song grows only more suspicious as potential inspiration, as it makes explicit reference to concealed paternity, and implicitly to an improper sexual relationship involving a "father" (which see Littlefinger and "Alayne"):
Nellie Bly, Nellie Bly went all in a latherThe closing line about apologizing to the bull resonates with Petyr's dealings with Hoster, and perhaps with cuckoldry as well, as a trespass against patriarchal rights of possession over a woman.
Began to cry, shouting "Why, that's the cow's father!"
He turned white and looked surprised
Then to the bull apologized
And the mockingbird went cuckoo and the donkey went hee-haw
The foregoing represents the seemingly better known Gracie Fields version. The Two Gilberts version is mostly the same, save for a few passages in the middle.
Sidebar: Regarding "The Two Gilberts", there 'just so happens' to be exactly two Gilberts in the ASOIAF canon.
One of ASOIAF's two Gilberts 'just so happens' to be one of the legendary scions of legendary sperm cannon and possibly Quellon Greyjoy analogue Garth Greenhand, Gilbert of the Vines, who 'just so happens' to be responsible for all that good Arbor wine Petyr loves so.
The other Gilbert is Gilbert Farring, who Stannis tells us "holds Storm's End for me". (ASOS Davos IV) Repeating that: ASOIAF'S second Gilbert "holds" something that belongs to Stannis in lieu of Stannis holding it himself. Almost like he's cuckolding him.
There are two other Farrings (like Gilbert) in the canon. One is Godry, "the Giantslayer", which sounds like something one might nickname a guy who cuckolded a guy with the Titan of Braavos on his shield. The other is Annara Farring. She was Lord Frey's seventh wife, and guess what she 'just so happens' to be known for? If you said "cuckolding her lordly husband", congratulations. And guess how we're told that? Via, of all things under the sun, a milk cow analogy:
[Black Walder had] had Edwyn's wife too, that was common knowledge, Fair Walda had been known to slip into his bed from time to time, and some even said he'd known the seventh Lady Frey [Annara Farring] a deal better than he should have. Small wonder he refused to marry. Why buy a cow when there were udders all around begging to be milked? (ASOS Epilogue)(It was at this point that I went from "Maybe George has heard this song" to "George is 100% familiar with this song.")
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Right after the line about the onion tea, The Two Gilberts version sees the lovesick boy promise riches and wealth, recalling Petyr's lifelong interest in making money:
He said "I'll buy you furs and gems"
"And all the pretty thees[?] and thems[?]"
And the mockingbird went cuckoo and the donkey went hee-haw
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2023.06.02 18:17 kittykhat357 70 year old mother getting divorced
My mom (70/F) is meeting with a lawyer in about a week to start divorcing her husband (68/M). He has been verbally and emotionally abusive towards her for a while but it has finally escalated to physical violence and she's decided she's had enough.
He found out he had cancer recently and although the doctors are telling him his chances are very strong to beat it he's convinced he's going to die. He's taken to getting drunk and then lashing out toward my mom threating to beat her and telling her she's basically a piece of shit. He overheard her praying and asking why god would send her another sick husband (my dad died of complications from kidney disease when he was 50 and she was his primary care giver for over 10 years before that). He took that as her not wanting to take care of him and lost it. In October of last year she traveled to her hometown to visit her younger brother who was dying and when she got back they had a big blow up over money and some other issues. She finally let me know what was going on and we worked out a plan for when she was ready to leave.
On Tuesday night she showed up to my house with just her purse and the clothes on her back saying he had been drinking for the last 2 days and had grabbed her by the arms, forced her down on the couch and screamed in her face. She was able to get away from him but while she was trying to get to a spare bedroom he grabbed her by the neck and slammed her into a door. She was able to break free and got to the bedroom but before she could block the door he kicked it in and again pinned her on the bed screaming in her face. Apparently at some point she told him having cancer didn't give him a pass to be abusive and he didn't like that. When he went to the bathroom she grabbed her purse and car keys and left. That night he called her multiple times, left multiple voice mails, voice texts and normal text messages ranging from telling her to get her ass back there to apologetic to blaming her for his actions. He called both my husband and I also and left messages saying we were abandoning him . He is a complete narcissist and has now taken to Facebook talking about how my mom has abandoned him in his time of need and how she's now having him evicted from the house. When she filed the PO she didn't request to have him evicted. She's not uncaring (she's a retired nurse) and knows what he'll have to go thru during the cancer treatments.
My mom has lived in her house for 37 years and at one point had it completely paid off. They have been married 8 years and he insisted they add his name to the deed once they were married (just in case something happened to her so he wouldn't be out on the street). She has paid ALL of the finances since they've been married because he claimed to be disabled and unable to hold a job. They have separate checking accounts and the car is in her name only. Everything we're reading says that Indiana is a 50/50 state and although she's not concerned about losing the house I'd hate for her to have to start over at her age. She's currently staying with me (and my husband/kids), has taken out a protective order (he was served this morning), and has scheduled a meeting with a lawyer. Does anyone have any suggestions on what we should prepare for when we speak with the lawyer?
Also just for background he's had multiple PO's taken out against him since he moved here (he's originally from the east coast and moved here after reconnecting with my mom through facebook :P). The cops have been to moms house so many times for complaints from the neighbors that they know him by name.
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He found out he had cancer recently and although the doctors are telling him his chances are very strong to beat it he's convinced he's going to die. He's taken to getting drunk and then lashing out toward my mom threating to beat her and telling her she's basically a piece of shit. He overheard her praying and asking why god would send her another sick husband (my dad died of complications from kidney disease when he was 50 and she was his primary care giver for over 10 years before that). He took that as her not wanting to take care of him and lost it. In October of last year she traveled to her hometown to visit her younger brother who was dying and when she got back they had a big blow up over money and some other issues. She finally let me know what was going on and we worked out a plan for when she was ready to leave.
On Tuesday night she showed up to my house with just her purse and the clothes on her back saying he had been drinking for the last 2 days and had grabbed her by the arms, forced her down on the couch and screamed in her face. She was able to get away from him but while she was trying to get to a spare bedroom he grabbed her by the neck and slammed her into a door. She was able to break free and got to the bedroom but before she could block the door he kicked it in and again pinned her on the bed screaming in her face. Apparently at some point she told him having cancer didn't give him a pass to be abusive and he didn't like that. When he went to the bathroom she grabbed her purse and car keys and left. That night he called her multiple times, left multiple voice mails, voice texts and normal text messages ranging from telling her to get her ass back there to apologetic to blaming her for his actions. He called both my husband and I also and left messages saying we were abandoning him . He is a complete narcissist and has now taken to Facebook talking about how my mom has abandoned him in his time of need and how she's now having him evicted from the house. When she filed the PO she didn't request to have him evicted. She's not uncaring (she's a retired nurse) and knows what he'll have to go thru during the cancer treatments.
My mom has lived in her house for 37 years and at one point had it completely paid off. They have been married 8 years and he insisted they add his name to the deed once they were married (just in case something happened to her so he wouldn't be out on the street). She has paid ALL of the finances since they've been married because he claimed to be disabled and unable to hold a job. They have separate checking accounts and the car is in her name only. Everything we're reading says that Indiana is a 50/50 state and although she's not concerned about losing the house I'd hate for her to have to start over at her age. She's currently staying with me (and my husband/kids), has taken out a protective order (he was served this morning), and has scheduled a meeting with a lawyer. Does anyone have any suggestions on what we should prepare for when we speak with the lawyer?
Also just for background he's had multiple PO's taken out against him since he moved here (he's originally from the east coast and moved here after reconnecting with my mom through facebook :P). The cops have been to moms house so many times for complaints from the neighbors that they know him by name.
2023.06.02 18:08 loveandlust0 40 [F4M] - Mid Cities - Massage?
Looking to get a foot and leg massage this weekend. No reciprocation. Don't ever want to see your clothes off or dick out.
Prefer clean-cut and white men, so if you have a more dominant role in life, I'd love to see you stoop a little low for my pleasure.
DM me, and send a picture and your favorite color so I know you're real.
Everyone else, have a good weekend.
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Prefer clean-cut and white men, so if you have a more dominant role in life, I'd love to see you stoop a little low for my pleasure.
DM me, and send a picture and your favorite color so I know you're real.
Everyone else, have a good weekend.
2023.06.02 18:00 EnesSoftware My game crashing when I open my inventory :d
---- Minecraft Crash Report ----
// This is a token for 1 free hug. Redeem at your nearest Mojangsta: [~~HUG~~]
Time: 2023-06-02 18:58:02
Description: Rendering entity in world
java.lang.NoClassDefFoundError: net/minecraft/class_809$class_811
A detailed walkthrough of the error, its code path and all known details is as follows:
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-- Head --
Thread: Render thread
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blue_endless_jankson: jankson 1.2.2
libninepatch: LibNinePatch 1.2.0
net_kyori_adventure-key: adventure-key 4.13.0
net_kyori_adventure-platform-api: adventure-platform-api 4.2.0
net_kyori_adventure-text-logger-slf4j: adventure-text-logger-slf4j 4.13.0
net_kyori_adventure-text-minimessage: adventure-text-minimessage 4.13.0
net_kyori_adventure-text-serializer-gson: adventure-text-serializer-gson 4.13.0
net_kyori_adventure-text-serializer-plain: adventure-text-serializer-plain 4.13.0
net_kyori_examination-api: examination-api 1.3.0
net_kyori_examination-string: examination-string 1.3.0
cloud_commandframework_cloud-core_: cloud-core 1.8.3
cloud_commandframework_cloud-services_: cloud-services 1.8.3
fabric-permissions-api-v0: fabric-permissions-api 0.2-SNAPSHOT
io_leangen_geantyref_geantyref: geantyref 1.3.13
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// This is a token for 1 free hug. Redeem at your nearest Mojangsta: [~~HUG~~]
Time: 2023-06-02 18:58:02
Description: Rendering entity in world
java.lang.NoClassDefFoundError: net/minecraft/class_809$class_811
at com.minecraftserverzone.weaponmaster.itemlayers.HumanoidItemLayer.render([HumanoidItemLayer.java:69](https://HumanoidItemLayer.java:69)) at com.minecraftserverzone.weaponmaster.itemlayers.HumanoidItemLayer.method\_4199([HumanoidItemLayer.java:21](https://HumanoidItemLayer.java:21)) at net.minecraft.class\_922.method\_4054(class\_922.java:145) at net.minecraft.class\_1007.method\_4215(class\_1007.java:66) at net.minecraft.class\_1007.method\_3936(class\_1007.java:43) at net.minecraft.class\_898.method\_3954(class\_898.java:141) at net.minecraft.class\_490.method\_29977(class\_490.java:166) at com.mojang.blaze3d.systems.RenderSystem.runAsFancy([RenderSystem.java:1188](https://RenderSystem.java:1188)) at net.minecraft.class\_490.method\_48472(class\_490.java:166) at net.minecraft.class\_490.method\_2486(class\_490.java:133) at net.minecraft.class\_490.method\_2389(class\_490.java:110) at net.minecraft.class\_465.method\_25394(class\_465.java:98) at net.minecraft.class\_485.method\_25394(class\_485.java:28) at net.minecraft.class\_490.method\_25394(class\_490.java:92) at net.minecraft.class\_437.method\_47413(class\_437.java:121) at net.minecraft.class\_757.method\_3192(class\_757.java:937) at net.minecraft.class\_310.method\_1523(class\_310.java:1218) at net.minecraft.class\_310.method\_1514(class\_310.java:801) at net.minecraft.client.main.Main.main([Main.java:237](https://Main.java:237)) at net.fabricmc.loader.impl.game.minecraft.MinecraftGameProvider.launch([MinecraftGameProvider.java:468](https://MinecraftGameProvider.java:468)) at net.fabricmc.loader.impl.launch.knot.Knot.launch([Knot.java:74](https://Knot.java:74)) at net.fabricmc.loader.impl.launch.knot.KnotClient.main([KnotClient.java:23](https://KnotClient.java:23))Caused by: java.lang.ClassNotFoundException: net.minecraft.class_809$class_811
at java.base/jdk.internal.loader.BuiltinClassLoader.loadClass([BuiltinClassLoader.java:641](https://BuiltinClassLoader.java:641)) at java.base/java.lang.ClassLoader.loadClass([ClassLoader.java:520](https://ClassLoader.java:520)) at net.fabricmc.loader.impl.launch.knot.KnotClassDelegate.loadClass([KnotClassDelegate.java:226](https://KnotClassDelegate.java:226)) at net.fabricmc.loader.impl.launch.knot.KnotClassLoader.loadClass([KnotClassLoader.java:112](https://KnotClassLoader.java:112)) at java.base/java.lang.ClassLoader.loadClass([ClassLoader.java:520](https://ClassLoader.java:520)) ... 22 more
A detailed walkthrough of the error, its code path and all known details is as follows:
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-- Head --
Thread: Render thread
Stacktrace:
at com.minecraftserverzone.weaponmaster.itemlayers.HumanoidItemLayer.render([HumanoidItemLayer.java:69](https://HumanoidItemLayer.java:69)) at com.minecraftserverzone.weaponmaster.itemlayers.HumanoidItemLayer.method\_4199([HumanoidItemLayer.java:21](https://HumanoidItemLayer.java:21)) at net.minecraft.class\_922.method\_4054(class\_922.java:145) at net.minecraft.class\_1007.method\_4215(class\_1007.java:66) at net.minecraft.class\_1007.method\_3936(class\_1007.java:43) at net.minecraft.class\_898.method\_3954(class\_898.java:141) at net.minecraft.class\_490.method\_29977(class\_490.java:166) at com.mojang.blaze3d.systems.RenderSystem.runAsFancy([RenderSystem.java:1188](https://RenderSystem.java:1188)) at net.minecraft.class\_490.method\_48472(class\_490.java:166) at net.minecraft.class\_490.method\_2486(class\_490.java:133) at net.minecraft.class\_490.method\_2389(class\_490.java:110) at net.minecraft.class\_465.method\_25394(class\_465.java:98) at net.minecraft.class\_485.method\_25394(class\_485.java:28) at net.minecraft.class\_490.method\_25394(class\_490.java:92) at net.minecraft.class\_437.method\_47413(class\_437.java:121)
-- Entity being rendered --
Details:
Entity Type: minecraft:player (net.minecraft.class\_746) Entity ID: 94 Entity Name: DarkRavenn Entity's Exact location: 1921.38, 70.00, -997.65 Entity's Block location: World: (1921,70,-998), Section: (at 1,6,10 in 120,4,-63; chunk contains blocks 1920,-64,-1008 to 1935,319,-993), Region: (3,-2; contains chunks 96,-64 to 127,-33, blocks 1536,-64,-1024 to 2047,319,-513) Entity's Momentum: 0.01, -0.08, -0.03 Entity's Passengers: \[\] Entity's Vehicle: nullStacktrace:
at net.minecraft.class\_898.method\_3954(class\_898.java:141) at net.minecraft.class\_490.method\_29977(class\_490.java:166) at com.mojang.blaze3d.systems.RenderSystem.runAsFancy([RenderSystem.java:1188](https://RenderSystem.java:1188)) at net.minecraft.class\_490.method\_48472(class\_490.java:166) at net.minecraft.class\_490.method\_2486(class\_490.java:133) at net.minecraft.class\_490.method\_2389(class\_490.java:110) at net.minecraft.class\_465.method\_25394(class\_465.java:98) at net.minecraft.class\_485.method\_25394(class\_485.java:28) at net.minecraft.class\_490.method\_25394(class\_490.java:92) at net.minecraft.class\_437.method\_47413(class\_437.java:121) at net.minecraft.class\_757.method\_3192(class\_757.java:937) at net.minecraft.class\_310.method\_1523(class\_310.java:1218) at net.minecraft.class\_310.method\_1514(class\_310.java:801) at net.minecraft.client.main.Main.main([Main.java:237](https://Main.java:237)) at net.fabricmc.loader.impl.game.minecraft.MinecraftGameProvider.launch([MinecraftGameProvider.java:468](https://MinecraftGameProvider.java:468)) at net.fabricmc.loader.impl.launch.knot.Knot.launch([Knot.java:74](https://Knot.java:74)) at net.fabricmc.loader.impl.launch.knot.KnotClient.main([KnotClient.java:23](https://KnotClient.java:23))
-- Renderer details --
Details:
Assigned renderer: net.minecraft.class\[email protected] Location: 0.00,0.00,0.00 - World: (0,0,0), Section: (at 0,0,0 in 0,0,0; chunk contains blocks 0,-64,0 to 15,319,15), Region: (0,0; contains chunks 0,0 to 31,31, blocks 0,-64,0 to 511,319,511) Rotation: 0.0 Delta: 1.0Stacktrace:
at net.minecraft.class\_898.method\_3954(class\_898.java:141) at net.minecraft.class\_490.method\_29977(class\_490.java:166) at com.mojang.blaze3d.systems.RenderSystem.runAsFancy([RenderSystem.java:1188](https://RenderSystem.java:1188)) at net.minecraft.class\_490.method\_48472(class\_490.java:166) at net.minecraft.class\_490.method\_2486(class\_490.java:133) at net.minecraft.class\_490.method\_2389(class\_490.java:110) at net.minecraft.class\_465.method\_25394(class\_465.java:98) at net.minecraft.class\_485.method\_25394(class\_485.java:28) at net.minecraft.class\_490.method\_25394(class\_490.java:92) at net.minecraft.class\_437.method\_47413(class\_437.java:121) at net.minecraft.class\_757.method\_3192(class\_757.java:937) at net.minecraft.class\_310.method\_1523(class\_310.java:1218) at net.minecraft.class\_310.method\_1514(class\_310.java:801) at net.minecraft.client.main.Main.main([Main.java:237](https://Main.java:237)) at net.fabricmc.loader.impl.game.minecraft.MinecraftGameProvider.launch([MinecraftGameProvider.java:468](https://MinecraftGameProvider.java:468)) at net.fabricmc.loader.impl.launch.knot.Knot.launch([Knot.java:74](https://Knot.java:74)) at net.fabricmc.loader.impl.launch.knot.KnotClient.main([KnotClient.java:23](https://KnotClient.java:23))
-- Screen render details --
Details:
Screen name: net.minecraft.class\_490 Mouse location: Scaled: (860, 360). Absolute: (1720.000000, 720.000000) Screen size: Scaled: (1720, 720). Absolute: (3440, 1440). Scale factor of 2.000000Stacktrace:
at net.minecraft.class\_757.method\_3192(class\_757.java:937) at net.minecraft.class\_310.method\_1523(class\_310.java:1218) at net.minecraft.class\_310.method\_1514(class\_310.java:801) at net.minecraft.client.main.Main.main([Main.java:237](https://Main.java:237)) at net.fabricmc.loader.impl.game.minecraft.MinecraftGameProvider.launch([MinecraftGameProvider.java:468](https://MinecraftGameProvider.java:468)) at net.fabricmc.loader.impl.launch.knot.Knot.launch([Knot.java:74](https://Knot.java:74)) at net.fabricmc.loader.impl.launch.knot.KnotClient.main([KnotClient.java:23](https://KnotClient.java:23))
-- Affected level --
Details:
All players: 1 total; \[class\_746\['DarkRavenn'/94, l='ClientLevel', x=1921.38, y=70.00, z=-997.65\]\] Chunk stats: 1024, 182 Level dimension: minecraft:overworld Level spawn location: World: (0,71,0), Section: (at 0,7,0 in 0,4,0; chunk contains blocks 0,-64,0 to 15,319,15), Region: (0,0; contains chunks 0,0 to 31,31, blocks 0,-64,0 to 511,319,511) Level time: 56990346 game time, 78840710 day time Server brand: vanilla Server type: Non-integrated multiplayer serverStacktrace:
at net.minecraft.class\_638.method\_8538(class\_638.java:455) at net.minecraft.class\_310.method\_1587(class\_310.java:2406) at net.minecraft.class\_310.method\_1514(class\_310.java:820) at net.minecraft.client.main.Main.main([Main.java:237](https://Main.java:237)) at net.fabricmc.loader.impl.game.minecraft.MinecraftGameProvider.launch([MinecraftGameProvider.java:468](https://MinecraftGameProvider.java:468)) at net.fabricmc.loader.impl.launch.knot.Knot.launch([Knot.java:74](https://Knot.java:74)) at net.fabricmc.loader.impl.launch.knot.KnotClient.main([KnotClient.java:23](https://KnotClient.java:23))
-- Last reload --
Details:
Reload number: 1 Reload reason: initial Finished: Yes Packs: vanilla, fabric, minecraft:supporteatinganimation, file/VanillaTweaks\_r216118.zip, file/black-villagers.zip, file/undefined-Totem-pv9.zip, visualoverhaul:rounddiscs, file/Better [Bows.zip](https://Bows.zip), file/\[1.2\] Enhanced Boss [Bars.zip](https://Bars.zip), file/graysblock-s-better-paintings.zip
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2023.06.02 17:56 jincuty Surviving Internship
Hi guys, I've just finished my first month of internship and I had very high expectations of the workplace but the experience has really humbled me.
Aside from being overworked and some staff treating me like I'm there to steal their job, I never expected I'd be struggling this much. I was required to wear official clothing to the office so I thrifted some blouses and flat shoes coz I was on a tight budget. I only use bus to work in the morning, and walk all the way in the evening. The work is alot and I rarely have lunch. I try to be as frugal as possible.
I just ran out of groceries and asked my supervisor if I could get my allowance a little early. I explained my situation and he said that interns are not entitled to an advance so I have to wait till date 10th, when the rest of the employees get their salaries. For those in internship or just started employment, how did you cope in your first few months?
submitted by jincuty to TheGirlSurvivalGuide [link] [comments]
Aside from being overworked and some staff treating me like I'm there to steal their job, I never expected I'd be struggling this much. I was required to wear official clothing to the office so I thrifted some blouses and flat shoes coz I was on a tight budget. I only use bus to work in the morning, and walk all the way in the evening. The work is alot and I rarely have lunch. I try to be as frugal as possible.
I just ran out of groceries and asked my supervisor if I could get my allowance a little early. I explained my situation and he said that interns are not entitled to an advance so I have to wait till date 10th, when the rest of the employees get their salaries. For those in internship or just started employment, how did you cope in your first few months?
2023.06.02 17:19 gas-x-and-a-cuppa Trans Joy!
Hello all ❤️
Sometimes it's a lot to scroll through reddit and be trans in the world, so I would love to hear about your trans joy!!
I (they/them) will start with a couple things:
-my therapist noticed my mustache coming in -I went thrifting with my mom and found a fair amount of clothes that feel like me!! -morning voice :)
I'd love to hear your moments, features, stories!!
Happy pride!
submitted by gas-x-and-a-cuppa to trans [link] [comments]
Sometimes it's a lot to scroll through reddit and be trans in the world, so I would love to hear about your trans joy!!
I (they/them) will start with a couple things:
-my therapist noticed my mustache coming in -I went thrifting with my mom and found a fair amount of clothes that feel like me!! -morning voice :)
I'd love to hear your moments, features, stories!!
Happy pride!
2023.06.02 17:13 diccceeee Do you guys have buddy systems at your work place? How was your experience with older/younger coworkers?
My company hired a bunch of interns and I got paired with a 2001 born as his "buddy". This just means I should be his go-to if he has any questions and I need to show him the ropes. They also pay for one outing so we went out for lunch yesterday.
He's actually quite cool and I expected to find it hard to relate to him, I haven't really known many 2001 borns since I've never really went to school with them or worked with any. I feel like we may over emphasize the gaps we have with ppl who are 4+ years oldeyounger than us.
Plus, most of our conversations are around sports, movies, music, or day-to-day things like rising gas prices, or new clothings etc. Its not like we spent much time talking about the difference of technology in our childhood lol.
Just thought I'd share my experience. Would love to hear from any of you if you had a similar or different experience at work
submitted by diccceeee to generationology [link] [comments]
He's actually quite cool and I expected to find it hard to relate to him, I haven't really known many 2001 borns since I've never really went to school with them or worked with any. I feel like we may over emphasize the gaps we have with ppl who are 4+ years oldeyounger than us.
Plus, most of our conversations are around sports, movies, music, or day-to-day things like rising gas prices, or new clothings etc. Its not like we spent much time talking about the difference of technology in our childhood lol.
Just thought I'd share my experience. Would love to hear from any of you if you had a similar or different experience at work
2023.06.02 17:07 HooliGan1420 21M - I bid thee a humble welcome into my very straightforward but amazingly long post. Feel free to explore, laugh and be charmed if you may ^^
Halloha, my name's Gianluca. Nice to meet you!- is what I would say in a formal setting.
But hence you found me in my area of comfort, welcome to my humble abode. Would you like some tea? Maybe you fancy some Earl Grey.
Anyway anyway I'm starting to babble lol, if you're wondering what I'm here for, it's for talking to you, interesting person out there wherever may you be. Meeting new people and all it brings is something I love. Making friends this way is amazing so therefore I presented myself!
If details are something you're into hearing, i can give you lots:
-I have to refuel every day almost cuz I go through an entire tank in 2 days or less. Love driving around. (Had to get new shoes and take up running to reduce expenses)
-I'm a car mechanic, also a construction worker, carpenter and if patience blesses me on that day; a painter.
-What am I saving up for? Well it's big, pretty massive in fact. So massive i could write an entire letter about it... Huh... Would it be cheeky if I said you can ask about this in your message? Would be a good idea.
-Had to start running everywhere for transport which is fun, I also do cycling, practice jumps and tricks at the bike park and do motorcycle and karting races. (Other categories and car racing are a work in progress, will upgrade soon)
-Music taste: this is the part where you look at a bunch of hyperbabble about bands that don't make a lot of sense unless you heard them, but I'll just throw a buncha names and you can see if any of the following applies: Radiohead, Megadeth, Fishmans, Marillion, The Black Keys, Queens of The Stone Age, Buckethead, Alphaville, Dire Straits, Little River Band, David Bowie, XTC, UB40, Commodores, Creedence Clearwater Revival, The Cure.
-Ultramegahyper car and motorcycles fan, but in the weirdest way possible. My dream cars are actually cheap french hot hatches like the 306 and a 90's Renault Clio. The car I'd get first no matter what is a 1998 Ford Focus. If possible the RS version. And as for motorcycles I want a Kawasaki ZXR, 80's style. Also love German cars, especially old BMW's, first one I'd get is an e32 with the M70 V12 engine. Also love old Volkswagens and Audis, without a doubt would own an 80's Audi with one of their 5 cylinder engines and turbocharge it. Also very fond of japanese cars and will own a Nissan in any form possible, especially the 350z
-Played almost every Need For Speed game that ever released, started my journey with the franchise through Underground, and played every release as they launched. (yes even Undercover, I actually enjoyed it). I listen to the soundtracks of old NFS games in my free time. Also played Midnight Club, Forza, Assetto Corsa, FlatOut, Burnout, BeamNG... I COULD KEEP GOING.
-Not everything in my life is about cars though, my day is dedicated to music too, especially playing piano. I'm also a guitar and bass player. And really want to get more sound gear and instruments in the future (Cars and music gear? I'll be broke all the time)
-I'm relatively organized, but living by myself has shown me that being the only person inside the house, I leave stuff around unless somebody visits. But while living with my parents I didn't make any mess anywhere so I'm not an absolute demon.
-Yes, living by myself also requires me to cook and I'm actually an amazing cook. I include lots of seasoning and veggies into the meals, even soy to balance things out and eggs for protein. Learned lots while being independent.
-Fun facts about me to end this: The amount of clothes I have in total is so small that i can wash them all in one washing machine load, the house machine size. I also have 3 different pillows around me at all times cuz I don't like laying on a flat surface. I listen to music even while showering. And I own a dog that requires me to feed her on a daily basis even though I beg her to feed off the sun.
Anyways that's about it from me! Hope you enjoyed this lil introduction that is the size of the Twilight prologue, but way better.
submitted by HooliGan1420 to MakeNewFriendsHere [link] [comments]
But hence you found me in my area of comfort, welcome to my humble abode. Would you like some tea? Maybe you fancy some Earl Grey.
Anyway anyway I'm starting to babble lol, if you're wondering what I'm here for, it's for talking to you, interesting person out there wherever may you be. Meeting new people and all it brings is something I love. Making friends this way is amazing so therefore I presented myself!
If details are something you're into hearing, i can give you lots:
-I have to refuel every day almost cuz I go through an entire tank in 2 days or less. Love driving around. (Had to get new shoes and take up running to reduce expenses)
-I'm a car mechanic, also a construction worker, carpenter and if patience blesses me on that day; a painter.
-What am I saving up for? Well it's big, pretty massive in fact. So massive i could write an entire letter about it... Huh... Would it be cheeky if I said you can ask about this in your message? Would be a good idea.
-Had to start running everywhere for transport which is fun, I also do cycling, practice jumps and tricks at the bike park and do motorcycle and karting races. (Other categories and car racing are a work in progress, will upgrade soon)
-Music taste: this is the part where you look at a bunch of hyperbabble about bands that don't make a lot of sense unless you heard them, but I'll just throw a buncha names and you can see if any of the following applies: Radiohead, Megadeth, Fishmans, Marillion, The Black Keys, Queens of The Stone Age, Buckethead, Alphaville, Dire Straits, Little River Band, David Bowie, XTC, UB40, Commodores, Creedence Clearwater Revival, The Cure.
-Ultramegahyper car and motorcycles fan, but in the weirdest way possible. My dream cars are actually cheap french hot hatches like the 306 and a 90's Renault Clio. The car I'd get first no matter what is a 1998 Ford Focus. If possible the RS version. And as for motorcycles I want a Kawasaki ZXR, 80's style. Also love German cars, especially old BMW's, first one I'd get is an e32 with the M70 V12 engine. Also love old Volkswagens and Audis, without a doubt would own an 80's Audi with one of their 5 cylinder engines and turbocharge it. Also very fond of japanese cars and will own a Nissan in any form possible, especially the 350z
-Played almost every Need For Speed game that ever released, started my journey with the franchise through Underground, and played every release as they launched. (yes even Undercover, I actually enjoyed it). I listen to the soundtracks of old NFS games in my free time. Also played Midnight Club, Forza, Assetto Corsa, FlatOut, Burnout, BeamNG... I COULD KEEP GOING.
-Not everything in my life is about cars though, my day is dedicated to music too, especially playing piano. I'm also a guitar and bass player. And really want to get more sound gear and instruments in the future (Cars and music gear? I'll be broke all the time)
-I'm relatively organized, but living by myself has shown me that being the only person inside the house, I leave stuff around unless somebody visits. But while living with my parents I didn't make any mess anywhere so I'm not an absolute demon.
-Yes, living by myself also requires me to cook and I'm actually an amazing cook. I include lots of seasoning and veggies into the meals, even soy to balance things out and eggs for protein. Learned lots while being independent.
-Fun facts about me to end this: The amount of clothes I have in total is so small that i can wash them all in one washing machine load, the house machine size. I also have 3 different pillows around me at all times cuz I don't like laying on a flat surface. I listen to music even while showering. And I own a dog that requires me to feed her on a daily basis even though I beg her to feed off the sun.
Anyways that's about it from me! Hope you enjoyed this lil introduction that is the size of the Twilight prologue, but way better.
2023.06.02 17:06 HooliGan1420 21[M4F] Argentina/Anywhere - I bid thee a humble welcome into my very straightforward but amazingly long post. Feel free to explore, laugh and be charmed if you may ^^
Halloha, my name's Gianluca. Nice to meet you!- is what I would say in a formal setting.
But hence you found me in my area of comfort, welcome to my humble abode. Would you like some tea? Maybe you fancy some Earl Grey.
Anyway anyway I'm starting to babble lol, if you're wondering what I'm here for, it's for talking to you, interesting person out there wherever may you be. Meeting new people and all it brings is something I love. Making friends this way is amazing so therefore I presented myself!
If details are something you're into hearing, i can give you lots:
-I have to refuel every day almost cuz I go through an entire tank in 2 days or less. Love driving around. (Had to get new shoes and take up running to reduce expenses)
-I'm a car mechanic, also a construction worker, carpenter and if patience blesses me on that day; a painter.
-What am I saving up for? Well it's big, pretty massive in fact. So massive i could write an entire letter about it... Huh... Would it be cheeky if I said you can ask about this in your message? Would be a good idea.
-Had to start running everywhere for transport which is fun, I also do cycling, practice jumps and tricks at the bike park and do motorcycle and karting races. (Other categories and car racing are a work in progress, will upgrade soon)
-Music taste: this is the part where you look at a bunch of hyperbabble about bands that don't make a lot of sense unless you heard them, but I'll just throw a buncha names and you can see if any of the following applies: Radiohead, Megadeth, Fishmans, Marillion, The Black Keys, Queens of The Stone Age, Buckethead, Alphaville, Dire Straits, Little River Band, David Bowie, XTC, UB40, Commodores, Creedence Clearwater Revival, The Cure.
-Ultramegahyper car and motorcycles fan, but in the weirdest way possible. My dream cars are actually cheap french hot hatches like the 306 and a 90's Renault Clio. The car I'd get first no matter what is a 1998 Ford Focus. If possible the RS version. And as for motorcycles I want a Kawasaki ZXR, 80's style. Also love German cars, especially old BMW's, first one I'd get is an e32 with the M70 V12 engine. Also love old Volkswagens and Audis, without a doubt would own an 80's Audi with one of their 5 cylinder engines and turbocharge it. Also very fond of japanese cars and will own a Nissan in any form possible, especially the 350z
-Played almost every Need For Speed game that ever released, started my journey with the franchise through Underground, and played every release as they launched. (yes even Undercover, I actually enjoyed it). I listen to the soundtracks of old NFS games in my free time. Also played Midnight Club, Forza, Assetto Corsa, FlatOut, Burnout, BeamNG... I COULD KEEP GOING.
-Not everything in my life is about cars though, my day is dedicated to music too, especially playing piano. I'm also a guitar and bass player. And really want to get more sound gear and instruments in the future (Cars and music gear? I'll be broke all the time)
-I'm relatively organized, but living by myself has shown me that being the only person inside the house, I leave stuff around unless somebody visits. But while living with my parents I didn't make any mess anywhere so I'm not an absolute demon.
-Yes, living by myself also requires me to cook and I'm actually an amazing cook. I include lots of seasoning and veggies into the meals, even soy to balance things out and eggs for protein. Learned lots while being independent.
-Fun facts about me to end this: The amount of clothes I have in total is so small that i can wash them all in one washing machine load, the house machine size. I also have 3 different pillows around me at all times cuz I don't like laying on a flat surface. I listen to music even while showering. And I own a dog that requires me to feed her on a daily basis even though I beg her to feed off the sun.
Anyways that's about it from me! Hope you enjoyed this lil introduction that is the size of the Twilight prologue, but way better.
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But hence you found me in my area of comfort, welcome to my humble abode. Would you like some tea? Maybe you fancy some Earl Grey.
Anyway anyway I'm starting to babble lol, if you're wondering what I'm here for, it's for talking to you, interesting person out there wherever may you be. Meeting new people and all it brings is something I love. Making friends this way is amazing so therefore I presented myself!
If details are something you're into hearing, i can give you lots:
-I have to refuel every day almost cuz I go through an entire tank in 2 days or less. Love driving around. (Had to get new shoes and take up running to reduce expenses)
-I'm a car mechanic, also a construction worker, carpenter and if patience blesses me on that day; a painter.
-What am I saving up for? Well it's big, pretty massive in fact. So massive i could write an entire letter about it... Huh... Would it be cheeky if I said you can ask about this in your message? Would be a good idea.
-Had to start running everywhere for transport which is fun, I also do cycling, practice jumps and tricks at the bike park and do motorcycle and karting races. (Other categories and car racing are a work in progress, will upgrade soon)
-Music taste: this is the part where you look at a bunch of hyperbabble about bands that don't make a lot of sense unless you heard them, but I'll just throw a buncha names and you can see if any of the following applies: Radiohead, Megadeth, Fishmans, Marillion, The Black Keys, Queens of The Stone Age, Buckethead, Alphaville, Dire Straits, Little River Band, David Bowie, XTC, UB40, Commodores, Creedence Clearwater Revival, The Cure.
-Ultramegahyper car and motorcycles fan, but in the weirdest way possible. My dream cars are actually cheap french hot hatches like the 306 and a 90's Renault Clio. The car I'd get first no matter what is a 1998 Ford Focus. If possible the RS version. And as for motorcycles I want a Kawasaki ZXR, 80's style. Also love German cars, especially old BMW's, first one I'd get is an e32 with the M70 V12 engine. Also love old Volkswagens and Audis, without a doubt would own an 80's Audi with one of their 5 cylinder engines and turbocharge it. Also very fond of japanese cars and will own a Nissan in any form possible, especially the 350z
-Played almost every Need For Speed game that ever released, started my journey with the franchise through Underground, and played every release as they launched. (yes even Undercover, I actually enjoyed it). I listen to the soundtracks of old NFS games in my free time. Also played Midnight Club, Forza, Assetto Corsa, FlatOut, Burnout, BeamNG... I COULD KEEP GOING.
-Not everything in my life is about cars though, my day is dedicated to music too, especially playing piano. I'm also a guitar and bass player. And really want to get more sound gear and instruments in the future (Cars and music gear? I'll be broke all the time)
-I'm relatively organized, but living by myself has shown me that being the only person inside the house, I leave stuff around unless somebody visits. But while living with my parents I didn't make any mess anywhere so I'm not an absolute demon.
-Yes, living by myself also requires me to cook and I'm actually an amazing cook. I include lots of seasoning and veggies into the meals, even soy to balance things out and eggs for protein. Learned lots while being independent.
-Fun facts about me to end this: The amount of clothes I have in total is so small that i can wash them all in one washing machine load, the house machine size. I also have 3 different pillows around me at all times cuz I don't like laying on a flat surface. I listen to music even while showering. And I own a dog that requires me to feed her on a daily basis even though I beg her to feed off the sun.
Anyways that's about it from me! Hope you enjoyed this lil introduction that is the size of the Twilight prologue, but way better.
2023.06.02 17:03 p1ng_u General discussion about the camos
Hi every one!
I've recently started playing airsoft and begin to dig into this hobby pretty hard. For now, those are simple sunday games, I'm renting the gun with equipment. I have absolutely 0 camouflage clothes on me during the game or in my closet but i understand that this is definitely not the way.
Getting my first AEG doesn't seem a big of a problem to me, but i cannot say the same about the camo and overal stylish look on the field. So i guess i'm gonna ask Reddit for help)
I'd really appreciate if you could post in the comms your favourite combinations of camo pieces, starting from head and finishing with the boots with everything inbetween (plate carriers, gloves, masks, vests etc.) and I hope to find something beside "multicam".
I'm more inclined towards single colour sets with green, brown and black in variations, but eager to see your advice in combinations. Pics will be valued as hell =)
P.S.: I'm not going to join any local teams (Georgia), just want to look less goofy in this sport
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I've recently started playing airsoft and begin to dig into this hobby pretty hard. For now, those are simple sunday games, I'm renting the gun with equipment. I have absolutely 0 camouflage clothes on me during the game or in my closet but i understand that this is definitely not the way.
Getting my first AEG doesn't seem a big of a problem to me, but i cannot say the same about the camo and overal stylish look on the field. So i guess i'm gonna ask Reddit for help)
I'd really appreciate if you could post in the comms your favourite combinations of camo pieces, starting from head and finishing with the boots with everything inbetween (plate carriers, gloves, masks, vests etc.) and I hope to find something beside "multicam".
I'm more inclined towards single colour sets with green, brown and black in variations, but eager to see your advice in combinations. Pics will be valued as hell =)
P.S.: I'm not going to join any local teams (Georgia), just want to look less goofy in this sport
2023.06.02 16:49 GalaxiGazer I had you casted as the villain in my story
Dear you,
It was an old, suppressed memory that I had forgotten that was brought up to me. It was a text message that you had sent to me very early in the morning (I honestly don't remember what my response was). You said something to the effect of, "I'm figuring out my life alongside you." You also expressed sadness and defeat that I had already thought of you as the villain in my story. What you didn't say was that, because of the way that I had cast you, I was setting you up to fail no matter what.
That was more than 2 years ago, and I had no idea that I had communicated that to you and made you feel that way.
Well, considering the state that you and I are both in right now, I don't see the harm in extending out to you my attempt to course correct and roll things back. And I say attempt because I don't know if this is going to result in anything productive, or this is just an exercise that the universe wants me to practice for whatever reason.
Anyway, here goes ...
I put you in that role because I wanted to steel myself from missing you. It wasn't missing you per se that I was avoiding, but knowing what missing you would eventually lead to: missing you > desire for you > wanting to be with you. I wanted to avoid the confrontation that, after all, you just weren't a guy to play around with and just have fun with. It was much easier for me to paint you as a POS, the kind of guy who just wanted to play around with others, someone very flighty and flaky that I couldn't trust, so that way I could easily dismiss how I felt and get over you.
You did the right thing by biting your tongue, because if you had tried to talk to me or reason with me in any kind of way, I would reframe everything you had told me as pure bullshit and would move heaven and earth to point out every fault and weakness in everything you told me to prove that I couldn't trust you. I didn't give you the safe space for you to talk to me and gave you no breathing room to really open up. Of course, you weren't going to waste your time with being vulnerable with me. Should I be the least surprised that you've just chosen to say nothing to me instead?
Of course, you see right through all this and you're asking the tough question: "Why?"
I'm angry at you.
I'm angry at you because you were the kind of guy with whom I wasn't supposed to be vulnerable. You didn't allow me to just use your body for my temporary pleasure and then BS you into believing that we'll meet each other again when, in reality, I'd be done with you. You weren't content with each and every defense mechanism I put up, believing that you'd just simply give up and walk away. You gently challenged everything that I had brought up to you, and was willing to see through into those deep things about me that 99.99% of men on this planet have clearly missed.
I'm angry at you because I felt safe, open, vulnerable, real, accepted and really seen in your presence. I didn't have to put up a front in order to impress you or take off my clothes to seduce you. Rather than stripping me of my clothes, you stripped me of my defenses and I felt emotionally naked with you and exposed. You were too perceptive to be easily tricked by everything that I had tossed at you, throwing you off the scent so you wouldn't see what I was doing.
I'm angry at you because when you said, "I love you", my willingness to challenge you and put your "love" to the test was telling you what I wasn't willing to verbally express to you, "I'm scared that you actually love me for real, a love that I can trust, but because this is the first time I have experienced real love, I would rather deflect and choose to expend my energy into proving you wrong." You weren't supposed to mean it when you said that you have loved me; you were supposed to have lied to me and deceived me the way all the others have, and have only used those three words to get what you wanted out of me (which you didn't!)
I'm even more angry because I don't know how to channel this anger productively. Arguing with you is not going to help. Pushing you away is not going to help. Getting underneath another man is not going to help. Utilizing "outta sight, outta mind" is not going to help, either.
So, I guess I'm just stuck here for a while.
~ Me
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It was an old, suppressed memory that I had forgotten that was brought up to me. It was a text message that you had sent to me very early in the morning (I honestly don't remember what my response was). You said something to the effect of, "I'm figuring out my life alongside you." You also expressed sadness and defeat that I had already thought of you as the villain in my story. What you didn't say was that, because of the way that I had cast you, I was setting you up to fail no matter what.
That was more than 2 years ago, and I had no idea that I had communicated that to you and made you feel that way.
Well, considering the state that you and I are both in right now, I don't see the harm in extending out to you my attempt to course correct and roll things back. And I say attempt because I don't know if this is going to result in anything productive, or this is just an exercise that the universe wants me to practice for whatever reason.
Anyway, here goes ...
I put you in that role because I wanted to steel myself from missing you. It wasn't missing you per se that I was avoiding, but knowing what missing you would eventually lead to: missing you > desire for you > wanting to be with you. I wanted to avoid the confrontation that, after all, you just weren't a guy to play around with and just have fun with. It was much easier for me to paint you as a POS, the kind of guy who just wanted to play around with others, someone very flighty and flaky that I couldn't trust, so that way I could easily dismiss how I felt and get over you.
You did the right thing by biting your tongue, because if you had tried to talk to me or reason with me in any kind of way, I would reframe everything you had told me as pure bullshit and would move heaven and earth to point out every fault and weakness in everything you told me to prove that I couldn't trust you. I didn't give you the safe space for you to talk to me and gave you no breathing room to really open up. Of course, you weren't going to waste your time with being vulnerable with me. Should I be the least surprised that you've just chosen to say nothing to me instead?
Of course, you see right through all this and you're asking the tough question: "Why?"
I'm angry at you.
I'm angry at you because you were the kind of guy with whom I wasn't supposed to be vulnerable. You didn't allow me to just use your body for my temporary pleasure and then BS you into believing that we'll meet each other again when, in reality, I'd be done with you. You weren't content with each and every defense mechanism I put up, believing that you'd just simply give up and walk away. You gently challenged everything that I had brought up to you, and was willing to see through into those deep things about me that 99.99% of men on this planet have clearly missed.
I'm angry at you because I felt safe, open, vulnerable, real, accepted and really seen in your presence. I didn't have to put up a front in order to impress you or take off my clothes to seduce you. Rather than stripping me of my clothes, you stripped me of my defenses and I felt emotionally naked with you and exposed. You were too perceptive to be easily tricked by everything that I had tossed at you, throwing you off the scent so you wouldn't see what I was doing.
I'm angry at you because when you said, "I love you", my willingness to challenge you and put your "love" to the test was telling you what I wasn't willing to verbally express to you, "I'm scared that you actually love me for real, a love that I can trust, but because this is the first time I have experienced real love, I would rather deflect and choose to expend my energy into proving you wrong." You weren't supposed to mean it when you said that you have loved me; you were supposed to have lied to me and deceived me the way all the others have, and have only used those three words to get what you wanted out of me (which you didn't!)
I'm even more angry because I don't know how to channel this anger productively. Arguing with you is not going to help. Pushing you away is not going to help. Getting underneath another man is not going to help. Utilizing "outta sight, outta mind" is not going to help, either.
So, I guess I'm just stuck here for a while.
~ Me