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Xena’s Story Ideas

A story where a knight of amazing power has to fight off terrible evils to protect a kingdom but where all of the bad guys are made super relatable and the readers can understand their reasons so the knight (though obviously doing the right thing) Just looks like an unforgiving terrible person. 

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Anyone looking for a small modded Minecraft server to play on?  We are looking for some people to join ours to fill it out a little. 

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Minecraft

I started a Minecraft server for the FTB mod pack Infinity Evolved lite. My friends and I were hoping to find some people to join the server and to make a bit of a community. If you are looking for a smallish server that you and your friends can play on pm me so I can give you the details. 

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I don't like it... but I'm a top. At a birthday party recently I outdrank a guy who was twice my size. And he was doing some thins stupid and I made him drink water every time he stumbled. Somehow his having been a submissive came up in the past and how to hurt he was by his last partner. I spent half the night comforting him. He also happened to apply at my coffee shop and now I have a problem. I was not attracted to him in the least before that night but now there is something about his submission and desperation to have a top that I cant get past. The interview was the most sexually tense thing I have ever experienced for no god damn reason. Just us being there in the role of boss and employee with my obvious domination was too much. Is it morally worn it morally wrong to hire him? Is it wrong to not hire someone for that reason? Also, how do I take this new understanding? I never wanted to be a top. I wanted to be a bottom. I wanted someone to take care of me. But the more I think about it the more I realize I might be the exact opposite. This makes me uncomfortable. 

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How do you measure success?

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The novelty is truly all I'm interested in. quite possibly it is the way i was raised, never really having something in my life be consistent to be anything other than novelty. Perhaps it is because intelligent people tend to prefer novelty and just maybe I might be intelligent. Or quite simply I am just wried. Who knows. I like drinking for two reasons. The first is that is a very novel experience. I think differently when I drink and that alone is amusing to me. however, i can play with the amount I dring and notice the differences the depth of the drug creates. Secondly, however, it is legal. I personally do not care at all about drugs and whether or not they are healthy or unhealthy. If someone said there was a drug that I could take that would give me a better body ad the cost of a shorter life or a more amusing look at the world I would not shy away. For me do not care if my life is shorter so long as the quality of life is sufficient. Which is why legality is indeed a concern. I am not a lawmaker and I certainly cannot influence those who do make laws so I really am not that worries about an opinion that will decide the benefit for the masses. Just the personal choice that will decide for me which has the higher quality of life. Hands down that mean that I will not spend any length of time making up for a crime. So, alas, despite the fact that alcohol is far worse for me than many other drugs it is the one I am able to play with. And as many say it really is the tipsy stage that is most beneficial.  I suspect that everyone idea of tipsy is dramatically different so maybe that word means little. To be honest I think my idea of tipsy has changed as well. At first tipsy was amusing at the stage of the first notice, that point when I would just feel that twinge of the world moving at a different pace than my self. that was amusing while I was so young as to not be allowed to drink more than enough to get that far. then it was when I truly noticed that I was moving faster through the world then I should have been.  Now it seems some point after that. I think I get used to the oddities of each stage and learn to function around them. or maybe I am simply over thinking it all and I am a 22-year-old experimenting with the drug all young adults play around with and am gaining a tolerance. You decide? 

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She sat at the edge of the clearing. A perfect circle of a medo in the midst of ancient woods. If she had done everything right thenthe jorney in here would have been worth it. The brambles scratching at her harms and tearing through her jeans would mean nothing if only it would work.  Her eyes were fixed on the 6 foot circle of mushrooms in the very center of the clearing. She wanted despertly go go to the circle and confront the people who had taken her love. But no that was only likly to have her dancing for eternity to the amusement of the faries and a garantee that her love would never be free. So she crouched in the bushes as slient as possible. She feared even a breath too loud would disturbe the spell.  For hours she waited until her feet went numb and her stomach ached for foood and water. But in an instant it was all worth it. Like the magic it was a white horse stepped out of the circle of toadstolls as if it had been walking leaserly down any old path. Atop it sat a man, tall and musseled, though looking weak and dazed. He wore a white dress that would put any bride to shame. His hands were bound by black thorney vines. he swayed back and forth. Obviously about to faint. And like lightning she dashed passed the line of trees into the clearing and caught him as he fell from the horse. she fell to the ground with the weight of him but managed to keep him from hitting the ground him self. He was a mess of white lace and silk atop of her. A slight trickle of red caught her eye and pulled her from her diistraction. His wrists were an angry red mess from the thron bindings. She took a delicatly formd gold and silver knife from her bag and worked at the vines. Tring desperatly not to let the bindings cut further into her love. It took only moments but it felt like an eternity before the blasted things fell away. She gave a loud cry of relife. He took a breath with a sudden streghtn she hadnt noticed he was missing before. He opened his eyes and gazed up at her. She gazed back down at him, her vision growing slightkdisturbed by tears. One landed on his face and she brought a hand to whipe it away. He gave a great sigh and nuzzled into her touch like he had been starving for it. She smiled and gouldnt help a little laugh. He brought one of his newly freed hands up to hold her hand to his face. His eyes were now watering too “I didnt think it could be done.” she said in wonder as he gazed into her eyes.  “I can do anything for you.” she replied as she bent down and placed a gental kiss on his lips. 

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You were 16 you think.  You were arguing with your mother. She at one end of the table and you were at the other  and then suddenly you see her kissing you violently. You feel sick. And you are standing in a different spot than before. Her still at the other end of the table and silent. You are not where you were before and all the vehemence of the argument before is gone replaced by confusion and this afuwe feeling in your stomach. You don’t understand what just happened? Did you just have a incredibly disgusting thought? Did she just do to you what your dad went to jail for when you were a small child?  You push it out of your mind not being able to handle either possibilities or the implication. You try to continue the argument you were having but it just sort of dissolves and she leaves the room. You are 19 years old and you are getting truly drunk for the first time with your older sister. And being drunk you say some things you were never able to say before. Things you half remember and things your sister was accused of doing to you. She apologizes profusely but says she honestly doesn't remember any of it though she has been told that she did it. A very sicking though comes to mind of some thing else half remembered. Cuddeling to be precice. But the cuddling that made you decide you could not cuddel with your family members ever agan. It wasnt the parent who went to jail that did the cuddeling that time. You tell this to your sister. The two of you spend the rest of the night crying about how the one who was suppose to protect you from the bad man did the same things. The next morning the two of you both just kind of look at each other awkwardly and confirm how drunk the other was. people come u with all sorts of things when they are drunk. You think back on things in your child hood that never made sense. You were told that you were the one who tattled on your fathers misdoings. Though you don’t remember it. In fact you had an odd recollection of proudly proclaiming to your therapist that you were the hero who told and that you knew you didn’t really. But the lady agreed with you and you felt like you got away with the best lie ever. You always thought that was just one of the odd things that memory did though. Everyone knew that you were the one who told after all. Was it all a lie. Did she know all along and even help but used you telling has her chance to act against the other parent and get out scot free of any actions or simply knowing things were happening. Are you just making connections that don’t exist? She talks about how he was a genius, a compulsive and brilliant liar, and amazing charmer. Yet she refuses to talk of or about how brilliant she is at manipulating words and lies. You think of the psychological warfare she used against you and your siblings. How she used it to maintain utter power over you all. You thought she was an idle because she could make everyone love her and any idea of hers sound as if it couldn’t possibly be wrong. Mind you these are general conspiracy theories, the moon landing never happened, aliens run the world, the worlds ending, ahh yes and the government is making trials of particles in the sky that contains genetic materiel that makes wasps grow out of peoples arms. You remember  not wanting her to talk about it not because she was crazy but because you were so scared that it existed. You were the golden one though. The one she used the golden child and your sister was Satan. You wonder at how true that is. She was the favorite before your father was caught. You were a second thought really. But then after it all happened she was treated liken an angle fallen from grace. She was treated like witches in the witch trials. Accused and tortured over and over until she confessed to things she never did. Its too much to think about. To painful to contemplate. There is no way to prove it one way or the other. You could truly have a greater horror of a mother or it could be a bunch of false memories and connections.  Then it strikes you that there are other siblings you could ask. And you do. And you try not to prompt them to answer in either direction and to be vague as possible when asking. Both say it did. But you could have prompted them too much or they could be implying just simply that it was the older siblings. That is after all what you were told was the case... sort of.  Your memory of any part of your childhood is too unclear. You being correct makes you feel sick but you also know you need to remove her from your life. But if you accuse or even inquire and you are wrong then you will destroy an innocent and already broken mother. So you pretend that you are oblivious to the possibility and it is eating away at you.