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Is there any way of getting Shortcuts to tell you which route you’ll be taking when you have a Shortcut set up to tell you the travel time to a destination?
For example I click the shortcut and I want it to tell me “It’ll take XX mins to get to destination via this route.”
I want it to tell me the name of the main road I’m taking for example via the A road or via the B road.

The transporter is stated to not disassemble you at point A and reassemble you at point B, especially given the fact that characters have maintained consciousness while in transit. But if that's not true, what happens to you, what is a transporter pattern, and what is being sent in the matter stream? The answer to all of this could be in the Heisenberg compensator.
It's often interpreted as allowing for exact measurements of particle positions and momenta, but if the transporter were sending a snapshot of measurements, then transports would feel instantaneous to the traveler. Instead, I think it could be a name for a device that can convert "particle-like" matter with a well defined position into "wave-like" matter with a well defined momentum.
In the double slit experiment, a single quantum particle is able to "be in multiple places at once" and exhibit wave behavior due to the uncertainty principle, which places a lower bound on the total uncertainty of a particle's position and momentum.
If we say that a human body is composed of mostly particle-like matter with a well defined position, then the total wave function of all of their particles together could be described as particle-like. If the Heisenberg compensator is able to "exchange" these uncertainties then it could turn a person described simply in terms of position eigenstates to a wave that's well described in terms of momentum eigenstates without losing any quantum information, and then invert the process later, after moving their center of mass to a different place.
With this interpretation, the matter stream is a whole person's quantum state, forced to evolve in a wave-like way, and able to be reflected, refracted, and diffracted until it's at its destination. The annular confinement beam could be what accelerates and confines the wavy matter stream as it travels.
Now, a person's total quantum state is incredibly complicated, and each particle's motion depends on the ones around it. If you just use our Heisenberg compensator, the particles in your total quantum state are going to start evolving differently, in a "wavy" way. So, if you invert it without doing anything else, you might get some wet charcoal at point B instead of a carbon based lifeform.
To solve this problem, a ship could use force-fields to constrain the matter stream and make the wavy quantum state evolve as if it were still a solid person. I posit that this unique set of fields is a person's "transporter pattern" which may need to be enhanced to account for interference. This is also how people perceive time as passing during transport, since their global quantum state is still evolving as normal.
Now, an advanced transporter as in the TNG era might even be able to alter the pattern at the very end to change the output quantum state when a person is materialized, allowing for all of the various transporter malfunctions we see, for example, changing a person to a child and back, as well as intended behavior like removing pathogens.

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Looking to sell this as a complete set up I do not have the headband for the comtacs but they are fully functional and I just replaced the gel cups! All lights work
Team Wendy bump is size 1 medium/large the helmet has some rattle can but other than that nothing wrong with it
Princeton light is white and red light.
Ms2000 is fully functional i white strobe
Trl-7 is the other light mounted on the opposite side.
Any questions or offers pm me and if you need more pics let me know.

I used to be really close friends with someone that I work with, but I was in love with him. We got physical a few times which wasn't a smart idea on my part. I am to blame for allowing him to disrespect me, but I still feel like he disrespected me. He said he didn't want a relationship, and it had nothing to do with me. He ghosted me over something stupid and he didn't talk to me about it at all despite my apology. I didn't harass him, I let him walk away. Months later, he said that he was still willing to be my friend with no apology for ghosting me. I wasn't willing to be his friend. If he had told me he was gonna take space, it would have saved the friendship, but he just cut off contact with no warning. When I told him he shouldn't have ghosted me, he said he needed to set a boundary. Even though I told him I'm not interested in being his friend, he still tries to talk to me about stuff that isn't work. After he did that like three times in one day, I sat down with him when he was alone and I told him that I need more space. We can still help each other as coworkers and say good morning and goodnight, and of course we'll still end up in group conversations together, but I don't want him coming up to me when I'm alone and talking to me like we're friends. He agreed and said he would do whatever I need. He said he still thinks of me as a friend even if I don't see him as one, but he hurt me too much for me to be his friend. But he hasn't stuck to that. Maybe what I'm asking is unreasonable, but he agreed to it. And why is it okay for him to set a boundary without telling me, but it's not okay for me to clearly staye a boundary? I'm thinking about working at a different restaurant, but if I can cope with him, that would be better. Does anyone have tips? Whether that means convincing him to leave me alone or getting myself to not be upset when he talks to me

I’m pretty guilty of it especially w regards to climbing. Coming from a background of lifting progressing was much easier for the fact that it was very structured and mostly linear in terms of progression, just add more weight or more sets or change rest etc. however it’s been 2 ish years of consistent climbing and I’ve caught the bug once more. I’d like to keep progressing but with something so non linear like climbing it’s hard for me to quantify progress or even feel like I’m progressing much at all.
Average day at the climbing gym is go in warmup and then just throw myself at some random boulders/lead routes w no structure, that or on a board. I think projecting for longer would do me good but at the same time my attention span is short and I find it hard to focus myself on to one route/problem for more than a session or two. Routes always feel too easy or too hard or probably doable but I don’t know how to do them. I’d like some more structure to my sessions cause as it stands right now most of the time in the gym I probably in total climb maybe 1 or 2 routes/problems to totality and the rest of my time just mess about
I don’t have enough experience either to analyze my climbs and be able to tell why I’ve fallen off or being able to pick up the minutia other than “I’m too weak”

So I just watched JW4 with my boyfriend, and I really wasn’t a fan.
I’ve been reading posts here and people seem in agreement that JW4 action scenes were amazing but for me they fell flat so I wanted to discuss and see if anyone else thought the same or if I’m missing something.
So the first fight in the desert, was pretty forgettable tbh. I thought JW3 did a horse action set way better. I think this one just really suffered from not really having any big set pieces in a desert. Like in JW3 you have them maneuvering NYC streets and John doing stuff like going on the side of his horse or using the rope to drag that one guy. In the desert it’s just a straightforward horse chase with John trying to outshoot the other horsemen.
Osaka was a lot better action wise. I loved the scene with the doorbells, I liked Donnies character and his fights, and John and Akira teaming up in that one fight was pretty cool. I just feel like a lot of the “flow” was gone, if that makes sense. Like I could tell it was choreographed and they were fake fighting. It just really took me out and it lasted the whole movie. Overall I’d say Japan was one of my favorite parts of it though.
Berlin was worse. Everyone else just let the Club owner go? No one else wanted to chase him down? I really feel they either should have had this huge drop or the fall down the stairs, not both but that’s probably more a personal thing. And I know the club goers left after the boss got killed but it really took me out to have the party keep going even after gun shots were flying. Like sure witnessing a club fight, but getting hit by bullets meant for some other dude?
Paris just was not my cup of tea barring the dragons breath apartment scene. Again, the choreography was just really obvious and felt fake. One goon at a time type feeling. I also feel like the Tracker was unimportant to the whole movie, and the dog sidekick Schtick had been done way better before. Like instead of being commanded to the “nuts”, Halee’s dogs knew where to bite, what to do with little command, were better prepared for a gunfight, and I felt just had more of an impact.
I know I’m gonna catch flak for this but the Arc scene was the worst offender of “this is very obvious that punches and kicks looking fake”. Maybe I was just too over it by then. Like using the car as shields and breaks to reload was clever, and I liked that John got to “joyride” in a sick car again, but it just felt…overproduced? In a way that I didn’t notice with the other movies. Especially everyone getting hit by the cars, you could see most everyone bracing or doing something in preparation that felt too observable to the audience
Last action scene was the stairs. Again feel the dog fighting was done better before, but did laugh at the dog peeing on the one guy. I think John falling down the stairs was clever to reference Sissyphus, but I can’t lie that I got annoyed because god damn I just wanted the movie to be over by then. I feel like a lot of the scenes just went on way to long, personally. Again a lot of “one cluster of assassins at a time please”. Also, I know movie time works different, especially in John Wick, but the “we have 2-3 minutes to make it” followed by like 10 more minutes on the stairs really took away from the anticipation for me because I was genuinely excited how they would do it so quick but was pretty let down.
I think most of my problem just comes from the break in immersion caused by the fight choreography. It just didn’t feel like a fight like in the other JW movies, but rather like a bad movie fight where nothing is actually connecting or has an impact. This is less so for the fights between named character and more of the grunts, but given the movie is mostly fighting grunts with big bosses mixed in it really took away that enjoyment for me. Please let me know what you all think and your interpretations, what you did and didn’t like. I’m curious to see what others enjoyed about the fights

I need help with the following

4 kelpies
1 black chow chow ( already teen)
4 star fish
4 pandas
Some otters
ton of oxen ( rare ones)

Must have proof of pet sitting ( through trade, not age swapping proofs), don't have the time to do through family so it needs to be through trade.
No longer then 2 weeks for a set of 4 pets
Payment will be negotiated. Must give updates every other day / every day

As the title suggests. My buddies and I are all getting together to play TOTK together. Obviously we can't join in game, but we thought it'd be fun to get together and make some progress together.
Has anyone already done this or have a good suggestion of what we should go do? I was thinking we all hit the same labyrinth, or maybe an armor set or two that we're all missing.
Open to specific suggestions, would love to hear y'all's ideas!

Hey everyone! Long term user here trying to go “clean”, I got a new job that has random every two weeks for 10% of the company of about 900 employees. I have been clean for 3 weeks or so, but I’ve been smoking for over 3 years almost daily. And I’m a heavy set person, about 250Lbs. I could get test first time around or never. So I’m trying to find something to help me get clean and stay that way as I take a THC break.
I’m not looking for a quick fix but something that will help flush my system and keep it flushed. I found this product online and wanted to know if anyone had reviews or if it actually worked? It’s kinda of expensive but to keep the job I don’t mind the initial investment.
I have already started a low fat diet, exercising more and drinking that real cranberry juice from Trader Joe’s to help flush it. I have about a month before I start live at the job, so I have some time. Any help would be appreciated!

Hey guys
1) My biggest issue with the binds is the throttle reverse bind (no I'm not having issues with the perma axis invert I got that figured out already).
So it seems like if you have forward on your throttle bound to only forward in the ship, you need to use the strafe forward invert bind to go backwards. But oddly the key seems to behave where if you hold it, it immediately inverts your throttle (which i like) but if you tap it, and you later physically bring your throttle to 0 then back up you will then go in reverse.
I'm finding this exceedingly confusing because sometimes I don't hold it quite long enough or i hit i accidentally and then later, sometimes a lot later, when slowing down and speeding up I find myself suddenly going in reverse, I thought I could get used to this but it's not happening I constantly find myself going the wrong way. I wish I could only have the hold/insta inverse behavior.
Is there a good way to deal with this? I was considering taking it off bind altogether and just using the boost enhanced spacebrake and turning/thrusters instead of ever reversing but that seems kind of like a poor solution.
2) my second question is about look and the computer consoles/targeting. I was playing with binding interact, and freelook but i couldn't quite work out a way to deal with looking and interacting on the joystick (i really don't want to have to use the mouse/keyboard for anything once I'm flying). is it possible to set up the joystick for this purpose or is it too cumbersome (I guess I could look into that touchpad tile thing to get all the other systems on my tablet).
3) I've had a few times where my ship just randomly travels in one direction, its seemed to go away by alt tabbing and returning to the game several times. I am mindful of decoupled mode it's not that.
4) I have yaw on my thumb buttons because my joystick does not have twist (and I like roll on my x axis). I feel like when I tap them though my yaw jerks way too far to be useful to get on target for aiming. Should I be really be using yaw on my x axis? I really like rolling into my turns on the joystick but when the ship is just a hair to the left of my cursor i seem to be unable to really make minute corrections. whats the best way to fly with only an x and a y?

Okay, so for context, this is a post I made yesterday: https://www.reddit.com/relationship_advice/comments/13vgk4g/boyfriend_25m_and_i_22f_have_different_values_can/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=ios_app&utm_name=ioscss&utm_content=1&utm_term=1
(TL;DR for the above: My boyfriend and I seem to have different values (primarily in the sense that he thinks it’s funny to make insensitive jokes and I don’t, he doesn’t value prioritizing the community over self and I do). Should I break up with him or try to make it work?)
As I expected, the overwhelming consensus is that I should break up with him because we are too incompatible. I definitely agree (and tbh I have known this for a very long time, and I have even tried to do it several times) but this has been really hard for me. I was hoping I could give a little more context about our relationship and hopefully get some advice about how best to go about this.
Okay, so first of all, I never really intended to be in a long term relationship in the first place. (Disclaimer: I am aware that all of these actions are very judgement-worthy. I know, I know.) It started out as a very casual friends with benefits situation, and neither of us had any intention of getting together. Tbh, I met him on Tinder, which I was on because I wanted to get the whole losing my virginity thing out of the way. And we really clicked both in terms of sex and just hanging out. But we were definitely not dating or anything like that. And tbh, we have been fighting ever since we first met. However, as he opened up to me over time, I definitely fell in love with them. (I realize now that some of this could possibly be owed to the fact that he was the first person I ever had sex with - and like… oxytocin and stuff.) This has also been my first serious, long-term relationship. But now I’m here, and I’m about 2 years into this, or 1 year of actually being in a relationship, and I can’t go back.
When I try to confront him about the things I discussed in my previous post, he makes me feel like I’m overly judgmental, condescending, and I’m treating him like a “bad person.” He makes statements like “You talk to me as if I’m going to go out and commit hate crimes and murder people.” I try to explain that I know that’s not the case, and that he’s not saying these things in public or to the people it will hurt most, or to anyone but me, but that still doesn’t make it okay. But it makes me feel like I’m being super judgmental or self-righteous, and I sort of shrink back because of that, as I don’t want to be unfair.
Another thing that makes it hard is that when I try to set boundaries or establish limits, I feel like I am being unfair because I have allowed things to go on for so long already. And he makes statements like this as well. Honestly, I know I’m a hypocrite, but I don’t know how to fix that without feeling like shit.
I am also scared to break up with him because I don’t want to hurt him or be the reason he doesn’t believe in love. He is already really insecure about so many things, and there are a lot of things about his family background and past relationships that have created a lot of abandonment and trust issues, disorganized attachment, and other issues with relationships. He also suffers from depression. He often says the he feels like I am the first person in his life to truly love him, and I am the first person that he has truly loved (at least romantically). I think one of the biggest reasons that I am scared to break up with him is that I’m scared to hurt him, and I’m scared of how he will be if I leave. Also again, I really do love him, even though he can be really unattractive some times. And I also feel really bad about cutting things off because I know that I have allowed them to go on for so long, so it’s like how do I get to just change up now? He says I am being unfair by trying to potentially end or give up on our relationship now, without giving him the opportunity to do better (after talking last night about how I would appreciate him making efforts to educate himself and develop more empathy). He says I’ve never given him this chance before, although the way I see it, me talking about how I have a problem with this behavior and wishing he could empathize with others more should be all he needs to try to start changing. This applies to the disrespectful “jokes” thing, as well as a variety of other things that go on in our relationship. Again, I know I sound like such a hypocrite, and a horrible person for allowing things to go on for so long. And then there’s the thing you always hear about how it’s unfair to try to make someone “change” for you that’s always in the back of my mind.
I several times have tried to set boundaries or break up with him, and I will admit that I have often in the process said things that are really hurtful or just in generally poor form, or have made him feel more insecure. For example, during our last fight, I said something about how it would be it sucks to think about how there are people who share my values out there, and it would be nice to be able to be with someone who does. And he was really hurt by that.
There’s also the fact that our lives are so entangled now, because we have been in this so long. He’s met all of my family, I’ve met his. He’s making plans to move to my area, including a big career change that is dependent on that move. So I just feel so conflicted about ending it, even though I know I should.
I say all of this to say, how would you all go about breaking up with him? (How would you say it, when, etc.) In a way that is fair, and also tries to minimize the fall out? I’m really concerned about whether he will be okay if I leave.
TL;DR: How should I break up with my boyfriend (what words, when, other steps/considerations etc.) in a way that is fair but also tries to minimize the fall out of him giving up on love and getting depressed? Especially given that I haven’t always handled the situations in the best way.

I have read a few posts on the game, I am trying to keep it somewhat spoiler free.
I picked a Warlock for ranged DPS and a few spells here and there. The eldritch blast is of course the main source of the DPS. Its already pushed one NPC off a rock causing it to take fall damage. I picked a bard for debuffing/crowd control. So far, when the spells hit, its been pretty good results. I think between using vicious mockery and blind, I have saved a few party members I picked a druid because they are supposed to be the best healers. When not healing I have him casting either Annoying Bee or Venomous Spike, occasionally he casts Spike growth when the party is in the right setting. Man is that wonderful! Watch a pack of wolves run through it all just to die before they even hit the party! Also casting bees on a creature thats flying, watching them fail their concentration check, and hitting the floor for massive damage is always nice. I picked the paladin because it seems like a fighter but better, and with a self heal, which has actually come in handy a few times.
So questions
Will this party comp be good enough to get through the main campaign? As you can see, 3 out of my 4 characters are mostly using cantrips for damage. Will that itself get me through the game? If not, which spells should I watch out for or what should they be doing if they dont have spells? I have looked for ranged weapons for the druid but I cant find one. How can I improve the cantrip damage or their odds of not getting resisted? It seems like the enemy is constantly *just* beating the save on them.
General Questions I am level 5 - How are the mobs getting multiple attacks? I have seen a few of them move up and then attack twice, or not move and attack 3 times. This happened when I was at level 3 and level 4. I know this is 5E rules but I am not familiar with that part. I know in Pathfinder and 3.5, you got a 2nd attack at level 6. When I beat Crown of the Magister, does my party carry over to DLC campaigns or will I have to make a new party?

This post is inspired by a recent analysis I saw on this subreddit earlier that challenges the idea that Oshi No Ko is a tragedy, which I have linked below. I find it a great read and would highly recommend everyone to check it out! Note that this post isn't meant to respond to the linked post below, but an independent analysis of why Oshi No Ko could be a tragedy.
https://www.reddit.com/OshiNoKo/comments/13u6ke8/an_analysis_of_oshi_no_ko_the_story_is_not_a/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3
This analysis will be split into three parts:

An analysis of the elements of tragedy and how Oshi No Ko aligns with it
Certain points of foreshadowing specific to the story that points to certain characters' deaths
Other miscellaneous reasons for why it would make sense for Aka to make it a tragedy (and maybe why it wouldn't)

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1) Elements of tragedy
I'm still a bit of an amateur at literary analysis, so I would love for others to add more insight into this which I might have missed.
According to Aristotle, a tragedy has three main characteristics (hamartia, anagnorisis, and peripeteia) that align with 6 other elements in the story (plot, character, diction, thought, spectacle and music). I'll explain each element and how the manga connects to its tragic aspects (as well as tragic characteristics, where applicable).
Plot (The Uncontrollable)
Quite intuitively, Aristotle says tragedies are supposed to end in tragedy. Tbh, there's not much to discuss here, since any protagonist dying would be disastrous to the other characters (as well as the entire fandom). What is more interesting to discuss though, is the claim Aristotle makes, which is the tragic events that happen in the plot should be out of the tragic hero's control.
I give you our very likely tragic hero: Aqua (this is not an assertion. The characteristics I describe later throughout the analysis also give reasons for why Aqua's character lines up with a tragic hero's).
Interestingly enough, Aqua has had a long track record of doing insanely reckless things that have earned him the ire of other characters and fate himself. Two main examples are his response to Akane's suicide attempt early on in the manga, as well as his decision to suddenly reveal his and Ruby's relationship with Ai to the public. Both times, Aqua was criticized for the averse impacts his actions have had (even though he later solves the Akane situation with the raw footage video), and honestly were highly dependent on a lucky response from the public. Even during his previous life, the mf ran after a stalker into the woods at night AND TOWARDS THE EDGE OF A CLIFF without any thought about his safety whatsoever. Especially in his currently emotionally-driven and irrational state, if Aqua keeps up this trend of doing reckless things, he could very well provoke a response entirely out of his control that might bring his downfall.
Character (Hamartia)
According to Aristotle, a tragic hero must have hamartia: a tragic flaw that eventually leads to their downfall. In this case, Aqua's progression as a character seems to be driven by one very large motive: his unhealthy obsession with avenging Ai's death. Given the current point in the story (the 15-year lie movie arc) is completely based on his obsession with Ai, it gives the necessary buildup to have that character trait backfire on Aqua to kickstart the tragedy. There are also explicit criticisms of this flaw of his, such as Akane's active opposition to Aqua's self-destructive behaviour, as well as some implicit ones like the recent interaction between Aqua and the crow girl in chapter 118. In the chapter, the crow girl says that Ai didn't get reincarnated unlike Ruby and Aqua, and that maybe he should consider the reason he was reincarnated. To many (including myself), this could imply a suggestion that he should reconsider his current path and use this second life of his to the fullest. When he let go of his intent for revenge for Ai earlier (because he thought his father was dead), he started TRULY living like a normal person. It is more than possible that Aqua's obsession with revenge and Ai could be his hamartia.
Diction (Anagnorisis)
Diction in tragedy is based on anagnorisis: the sudden realization the tragic hero has about their situation, and that eventually leads them to their downfall. I believe we've already seen this anagnorisis in the manga: When Aqua realizes that his father is alive, and who Hikaru is.
This is the point where Aqua begins his downward spiral, and we see him start to revert to his vengeful, self-destructive arc. Except for this time, we see it amplified tenfold since his motives previously were somewhat diverted from the story painting his rise and development as an actor. Now that that's done, this particular downward spiral is centred solely on its purpose: revenge. This realization is the turning point to turn him into the self-destructive, hateful mess of a person he is currently; which is what leads us to the next element:
Thought (Peripeteia/Catharsis)
A tragedy isn't just a story of the protagonist suffering at the end of it. It is a rollercoaster that constantly builds up the disaster the more twisted the tragic hero becomes, until it drops; and there is a release of emotions within the audience. Pity, sadness, grief. Relief. It is not a sudden twist of events, not an unexpected ending. It is an outcome everyone saw coming and when it finally hits, it releases all that buildup in a burst of emotions. This is catharsis.
Catharsis is primarily built with three components. The character (as mentioned earlier) of the tragic hero must begin with a morally upstanding individual, who the audience grows to root for. Then the downward spiral of events as a result of the anagnorisis. Then the release of emotions in the eventual downfall/death of the character.
It's very easy to argue that Aqua resembles that morally upstanding person. Even in his previous life as Goro, he's had many feats that point to his strong moral foundation. The fact that he was a doctor signalled his desire to help others. That he cared about his patients (Sarina) so much to the point of even taking up their hobbies post their death in their honour. That he actively stuck to his obligations as a doctor rather than to his instincts as a fan when he was with Ai. Up to his life as Aqua, where he is portrayed as a great brother who truly cares for Ruby (quite intuitive, examples are sprinkled throughout the manga). Additionally, a very common trope in these tragedies is to have the morals of the tragic hero into their very own hamartia. Guess whose hamartia could also be seen as a product of his undying love for his mother as a good son? Aqua himself.
But at this stage of the manga, we no longer see that loving Aqua. We no longer see his compassion and start to see him become a more twisted and hateful person in the current arc. The majority of his appearances now feature him with a black star in his eyes, which is typically referred to as a symbol of lies and manipulation, often with killing intent (this would take a whole other analysis). But even without making these assumptions, we've already seen him do some terrible things, such as actively manipulating Kana by playing with her emotions, casting Akane aside despite her good intentions, exposing his and Ruby's relationship with Ai without Ruby's consent, etc. I'm sure all of us still love Aqua and truly want to see him come out of this alive, but for most people, it is undeniable that he is the same compassionate, empathetic individual he was at the start of the story. That is the second component of catharsis to a tick.
The part we haven't seen yet is the ACTUAL release of catharsis, the horrific events that happen to the tragic hero at the end of the story. We haven't gotten to that part at this point in the plot yet, but since the first two components are present, it is fair to assume that the final release is impending.
Spectacle (Realism)
There's not much to discuss about spectacle here tbh, since this isn't a live play. However, Aristotle's view on tragedies is for them to work, they have to imitate reality to an extent to make them relatable to the viewer. We can see the manga adhere to this rule by not only using realistic settings but also tackling realistic issues related to the entertainment industry. This doesn't mean anything though, since it's a manga. Just wanted to point that out.
Music
Yeah, nothing much to discuss here. This is a manga, there's no music. The anime music banging though!
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2) Foreshadowing
"Yeah OP, you have a long essay about what a tragedy is and all, but what if I don't buy any of that?"
I wouldn't blame you. That's the whole point of starting this discussion with the analysis! But here are two more examples that I think foreshadow Aqua's tragic end.
Some might say this is a stretch, but I find it interesting why Aqua ended up playing the villain while filming the Sweet Today adaptation in the Entertainment World arc. He even explicitly mentions the irony of it all, playing the "stalker that killed Ai." But it is never brought up again throughout the manga. I can understand it being a lone tongue-in-cheek irony thing, but for a writer like Aka who is always so comprehensive with his motifs and symbolism even in this manga, it doesn't rule out the possibility that this was foreshadowing Aqua's eventual dark path. Also, the stalker ended up committing suicide after killing Ai. Which has also been expressed as Aqua's plan once he kills his father. Make of that what you will.
In addition, an enigmatic character who is showing some rising relevance in the story is the crow girl, who is not only a supernatural character, but also has some semblance of being a deity of death (crows are also a very widely-used symbol of death). We never truly see her before her appearance in the Private Arc, but when she interacted with Aqua and Ruby, both of them seemed familiar with her. They both may have met her somewhere off-screen during their reincarnations. The reason I bring her up is that the three appearances she makes, it often has to do with death in some way. Be it a discussion about Gorou's death or Ruby's discovery of Gorou's corpse. The one appearance that doesn't seem to have much immediate proximity to the theme of death is her latest one in chapter 118. Yes, this is during an arc that is about revenge for Ai's death, and Aqua's pursuit for Hikaru's death, but this interaction doesn't seem as linked to those as her other appearances. This interaction with Aqua was not about a previous death; hence, the logical conclusion is that it foreshadows an impending one. And while some might argue that the death might be Hikaru's, I believe this to be a bit too random, and Hikaru's character too insignificant (development-wise) to make this about his death. Consider that of all the appearances Crow Girl has made thus far, they have all been about one other character's death and one character only. Aqua, and his previous life as Gorou.
I want to note that it's been a while since I've read the earlier parts of the manga, and presently am writing this largely off my memory (I also really can't find the time to do a comprehensive re-read up to the current point in the story while taking notes). If there are any other possible moments of foreshadowing I've missed, please bring them up in the comments since I would love to know as well!
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3) Miscellaneous/Meta
As we cross the 2k word mark, I would like to end with an additional comment about the series in itself, and why it might make sense to Aka to make this story end as a tragedy.
Unlikely his other massively popular series (an absolute masterpiece), Kaguya-sama, Oshi No Ko is a series dedicated to dark themes. It is a series that exposes the dark side of the entertainment industry, actively tackles potentially triggering themes about suicide and parental abandonment, and has shown no mercy to the prospect of making its readers squirm with shock, discomfort, and sadness. It is a series that began by killing off its protagonist and ending its FIRST arc with one of the hugest and most emotionally devastating twists in manga history. This sends a huge message to the audience: do not expect happy endings, this series is dedicated to making you cry. While it doesn't rule out the possibility of Aqua getting a happy ending, a tragic ending would absolutely be consistent with the narrative that the story has had so far.
That said, in a small point for devil's advocate, this is also a series that largely hinges on twists and moments that shock readers (in a very NON-comprehensive list, we have Ai's death, Akane's imitation of Ai, the discovery that Aqua's father is alive (at the time we thought he was dead), Ruby and Akane suddenly discovering Gorou's body, and Sarina's absent mother showing up as the distributor for the 15-year lie movie in the latest chapter). Aqua, who has long been saying he doesn't intend to live once he's enacted his revenge, kind of deviates from that trend. If HE were to die, that wouldn't exactly be a shock to the audience, since it's been a long time coming. In short, it is possible that all my previous analyses about the release of catharsis and the foreshadowing might've also worked as reasons AGAINST the story ending in Aqua's death since it counteracts the whole strategy of the manga getting its appeal from its twists.
Therefore, if this isn't about Aqua's death, then there's one other plausible way this could be turned into a tragedy. An event that would absolutely break Aqua and might turn him into an empty shell of the person he once was, POSSIBLY resulting in him taking his own life by proxy.
I'm talking about Akane Kurokawa's death.
I won't get into a whole other analysis about whether or not Akane's death is likely. But one thing the post I linked above and I agree upon is, if someone were to die, it might be Akane. This is also a thought that is shared by a lot of fans in the community and has been arguably foreshadowed through her flawless imitation of (a now dead) Ai, her strong resolve to oppose Aqua's plan and save him (which might result in her doing some things that might end in her death, potentially also making Aqua feel responsible), and even more explicitly, that damn bridge scene in chapter 97 that made most of us think she was going to die. There are a lot of reasons to expect a possible Akane death in the near future, since it would not only be consistent with said foreshadowing but would also arguably have the same if not stronger tragic impact on Aqua and the Oshi No Ko fandom if she were to die. I pray that I am wrong, but these are my speculations for now.
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Conclusion
Long story short, this was an analysis that looked into the elements of a tragedy and how the Oshi No Ko storyline thus far has fit within it. Independently of that, there are some additional reasons to suggest Aqua's death in the future; and if not, it MIGHT be Akane's (I REALLY HOPE I AM WRONG).
If you've read all 2.5k+ words of this analysis, thanks! I want to note that I am not a literary expert, and there are simply too many unresolved nuances to form a definite prediction on the outcome of the story now. Therefore, I'd love to hear some more of your thoughts in the comments and am very open to further discussion or debate on this matter. Hopefully this has given some food for thought on the literary aspects of the series, and I can't wait to see where it goes!

-Red-
April 19th, 11:13 A.M., The Sprawl
I sparked a dilapidated Vita-Cig that I’d snagged from Trodes and peered out into the Sprawl; the careful equilibrium of a well-orchestrated black-market had returned; pushers and gangers lined the alleys, watching for signals from rooftop lookouts to avoid the single Peacewatch cruiser that had been stupid enough to enter the dockside. The poor bastard would be dead before the afternoon was over… not that I had much sympathy for his kind. Peacewatch made it a habit to stay out of the Sprawl: unless the Eggheads predictive crime system said something catastrophic was coming, they policed their kind and left us in the hands of the mob. I’d never iced an officer. Not yet at least.
“Your partner should be ready shortly, I think he’s just tying up a few loose ends,” Akari said, snatching the cigarette from my hand and taking a long drag.
“Remind me again why you think I should take the shrimp with me instead of Nico and Roman?”
“He’s smart… and the other two are working on something else. Besides-- you need brains on this one, Red, not muscle,” she giggled, passing the cigarette back.
“Whatever you say,” I paused, grabbing the smoke, “what do you have them up to?”
“There’s a shipment of Xeno-grade weapons coming down from the colonies. Nico and Roman will be liberating them from the Slicers. Or, their share, at least. It won’t be much, maybe a dozen guns, but it’ll be worth it: the force field tech alone will pay for the trip as soon as Fincetti’s goons start trying to take your heads off with plasma cannons and mono blades.”
“What do you mean, their share?”
“The job was too big for us to take on alone. I linked up with another enterprising group of Freelancers. If it goes well, maybe we can hire them on for the heist, we’re going to need more people if we want to walk out of there alive.”
We?
“What, are you planning on coming along now?” I asked, snuffing out the smoke.
“It only seems right; Trodes is coming along, and I’m a better shot than he’ll ever be. Besides, you have a dangerous habit of getting shot, and I can’t have you going down in the field,” she said, winking as if to punctuate the sentence.
“You sure? We can manage, you don’t have to come with us, you’ve done so much already.”
“I know I have, that’s why I have to protect my investment. If you go down out there, then the team is without a leader. A military scale operation like this will go south real fast without someone competent in command.”
“You’ve got me wrong, Akari: I’m no leader. I’m just someone who wants to live in a better city and doesn’t mind taking the trash out himself. Besides, why do we need a leader? We’re all competent adults acting in concert, of our own free will. We all know what we’re doing, if a situation arises and someone needs to take charge, it’ll happen.”
“You’ve got a lot of faith in a crew you just met,” Akari said with a sneer.
“You know why I asked you to put the team together, Akari?”
“Because there’s a bounty on your head that could finance twenty retirements, and you know you can trust me?”
“No, well yeah, but that’s beside the point—I asked you because you’re not a Fixer, you’re a part time street doc that works the front desk at the most popular Freelancer hotel in the Sprawl. If there’s anyone who knows who’s gonna get the job done, it’s you. See, a Fixer is going to be okay with whatever losses they deem acceptable beforehand, but they’re fine with keeping that to themselves. If you thought any of these mooks were going to crack under pressure, or do something stupid, you wouldn’t have set me up with them.”
Before she could respond, Trodes emerged from the stairs leading to the lab. He winced as the sunlight hit his eyes, shrugging on the hood of the oversized sweatshirt that blanketed his meek frame. Glimpses of pain showed through every tremor laden step he took. A cloak of wires enveloped his skull, feeding into an old-world cyber console.
“It’s insufferably hot out here,” Trodes sighed.
“Don’t worry, we’re not going far. Chances are that whatever hole we’re meeting BFU in will have air conditioning,” I responded, clicking my key fob, and signaling the bike to pull around.
Trodes face fell flat when the Supersonic rolled around the corner; apparently, the prestige of carving through the skyway on a state-of-the-art Taffington jet-bike was lost on him.
“Are we taking… that?” Trodes stammered.
“We are. Unless you’ve got a pair of wheels with two seats?” I asked, mounting the bike and revving the engine.
With an exasperated sigh, Trodes boarded the passenger seat. I could feel him behind me, vibrating as tremors gripped his body.
“You good, buddy?” I asked.
He nodded vigorously, clenching the handrails with white knuckles.
Akari shook her head and headed back to the lab.
I heard Trodes mumble something under his breath, but it was quickly drowned out by the jet-bike’s purr. I carved into the skyway. Driving in the Sprawl was pure freedom: almost nobody owned vehicles with aerial capabilities in this part of town. It didn’t take long to reach top speed.
Slummers and gutterpunks walked the streets like zombies in a drug addled haze. The scent of gunpowder, pollution and burning ozone coalesced into a putrid stench that reeked of poverty and violence. Patches of azure moved in militant formation below; the Vorrath had taken to the streets. On a different day, a better day, I would’ve helped them. Most slummers hated the Offworlder Coalition, but not me—at the end of the day I always figured that I had more in common with poor people from another planet than rich people from another district of the city. At least we shared the same struggle.
The bike slowed to crawl; the Neo-Confederates were about, backed by a platoon of Brown-Shirts that looked like a tide of sewer run off, crashing through the streets with reckless abandon. Civilians fled for their homes. Fuck.
The jet-bike careened through the air before finally landing atop a building a few blocks away from the impending conflict.
“Get off,” I said, turning back to Trodes.
“Why? You don’t intend to abandon me at this altitude, do you?”
“Not as long as I survive—I’ll be quick, I just need to ventilate some Nazi fucks, understood?”
He shook his head and muttered a string of curses.
I tore through the air, circling around the impending conflict. I chased a handful of cheap amphetamines with a poorly rolled joint and swooped low, behind the rolling tide of brown shirts. This wasn’t the first time I’d made myself an enemy of the city’s Neo-Nazi’s; I’d killed at least a dozen of them in my career as a courier, but those were isolated incidents, back-alley brawls away from the mob.
This was a whole new ball game.
I fell slack as my Teleoperations module synchronized with the bike. My consciousness faded, reemerging into the HALO-Net’s stylized rendition of the bike’s interior. I wasn’t just the pilot now—I was the bike. Bullets carved twin streaks of crimson into the brown tide. It didn’t take long to hit top speed, 3.7 seconds, to be exact.
The group turned in nearly perfect unison, launching volley upon volley as I passed overhead. The bike’s shields barely held together; I felt every round, like a flock of birds violently slamming into my side—not enough to cause any real damage, but more than enough to get the blood pumping. I slid into an alley a few blocks off and waited for the shield generator to recharge. Gunshots rang out from the streets, alongside the sizzle of plasma meeting flesh. Soon the din was drowned beneath the roar of dozens of Vorrath war cries. I took to the sky.
Trodes was exactly where I left him, nervously clutching a knock off version of a Locust flechette pistol.
“I was beginning to doubt your survival,” Trodes said shakily.
“Wrong again, little guy,” I paused, reigniting a half smoked joint, “it was just a quick hit and run, we don’t have the time or the numbers for a pitched battle. Now, hop on.”
It didn’t take long to find BFU’s base of operations. Black flags and Anarchist graffiti covered the walls of the abandoned warehouse they’d apparently taken up residence in. A field of repurposed Peacewatch turrets were installed atop the roof, complimented by a web of cameras that spread across a three-block radius. Anarchists of all species and creeds loitered outside. The guards ranged from Cyborgs and Vat-Grown, to Vorrath and Vorstihl, each wearing a variant of the black flag with colors corresponding to their ideologies.
As I hovered above the building, I saw a familiar face: the rookie from earlier. Alarmingly, his cruiser was nowhere to be seen. His face was wrought with horror, as a pair of cyborgs led him inside the warehouse.
“They’re certainly less than subtle,” Trodes said.
“They don’t have to be subtle, they’re the biggest citizens political organization in the Sprawl. Peacewatch avoids them if they have anything less than a full platoon on hand,” I explained.
“Red… before we enter negotiations with these hooligans, I must inquire as to what your motivation hitting the vault is? Surely you know there’s a strong likelihood that you won’t make it out, and from what I’d heard about you, I always understood you to be a man who knew how to keep himself out of the line of sight of dangerous people,” Trodes said, nervously.
“Fincetti is the most dangerous man in the city, short of O’Bannon. He controls the black market with an iron fist and is instrumental in all the things I hate about living here. The problem is, I have no way to do anything about it right now… but there’s something big in the safe—there must be—for fucks sake, he iced his family over it. I’m hoping there’s something in there that can give me a little leverage, so I can cross him out afterwards.”
Trodes was silent for a moment, simply reaching as if to ask me to pass the joint. I obliged.
“I have my reasons to want O’Bannon dead too, I’m in,” he paused as a coughing fit seized him, causing the joint to fall to the ground, “there’s something you should know though: I’m working with an entity of great power in the Net; I don’t know what precisely it is, but I know it saved my life more than once. As a matter of fact, it’s the only reason I was able to obtain the blueprint of Fincetti’s bunker, and his security plan.”
“Is it… is it an unshackled AI?”
“Unlikely: it seems to understand compassion and empathy on a uniquely organic level, something that rarely slips past Netwatch.”
“Alright, well whatever it is, you keep an eye on it and let me know if things get shady. I appreciate you telling me.”
Trodes nodded in silence.
The crowd parted expectantly as I landed along the streetside. Dozens of eyes were immediately glued to Trodes and I. A cyborg with a steel double mohawk emerged from a sea of leather, patches, and smoke. A sawed-off shotgun hung at his side.
“Red, I presume?” the Cyborg asked, extending a steel hand.
“That’s right, and who’re you?” I answered, clasping the borgs hand as firm as I could manage.
“They call me Diezel, and I’ll be your host today,” he released my hand and looked me up and down as if assessing whether I was a threat, “follow me, everyone’s here so we can get straight down to business.”
The warehouse’s interior had been renovated drastically; layers of open-faced lofts sat stacked upon each other, consuming the walls. Nearly every non-violent law in the city was being broken in the lofts, from cooking chems and explosives to studying banned literature and Doomguard martial arts. It was beautiful. We followed Diezel through a winding hallway of munitions manufacturing stations, before finally emerging into an immense circular room, with rows of seats climbing the walls. I couldn’t believe it—there must have been two hundred people present.
The lights dimmed as we entered the arena. Diezel led us to the rooms center, ushering Trodes and I onto a great circular platform; he fell into place on a platform across from us, beside a Vat-Grown woman bearing an orange and black flag on her arm, and augmentations that cost more than my bike. Behind the duo a bulbous Vorstihl lurked; tentacles draped down his back, carefully pulled away from his cyclopean eye. A red and black flag was displayed on his arm… it was only then that I noticed the blue and black flag on Diezel’s arm.
The platforms each rose roughly fifteen feet into the air, before microphone stands emerged from the center of each platform. Diezel stepped forward, past the microphone.
“Before we start, I’ll explain how this works: the three of us are representatives of our specific unions—but the people are free to interject. One union voting to aid in your endeavors does not guarantee the help of the other two, as each union demands a perfect consensus. Likewise, if a faction without one union decides to help you, it does not necessarily mean you have the support of the entire union. The only way you’ll end up with total support is cross union consensus. Do you understand?”
A consensus: of course, they needed a damned consensus.
“I do,” I answered, speaking away from the microphone.
“Then let’s get this show on the road,” Diezel stepped back, finding his microphone before continuing, “Red, Trodes, welcome to the Bouleuterion,” he paused a moment as the crowd erupted into cheers, “beside me are my comrades Aria and Korvirex, and we stand ready to hear your proposal.”
“As most of you probably know, Don Fincetti is the most powerful man in the underworld, hell—maybe even the city—what you likely don’t know is that he has a vault beneath the city, guarded by an army of Harvesters. I intend to break into the vault, slaughter the Harvesters and strike a blow to Fincetti that he won’t forget… and I intend to kill him shortly after. What I ask is simple: you help me in what’s to come, and when he’s finally dead, you can all split his turf among yourselves. All I care about is making sure he doesn’t live long enough to poison the Sprawl more than he already has.”
A murmur emerged from the stands. I gazed across the way to see the three representatives huddled together, whispering amongst themselves. Finally, Aria stepped towards her microphone.
“What you ask of us will likely mean the death of many of our people… we need something greater than what you offer—we need a guarantee of mutual aid—you have a reputation in the Sprawl, we would ask that you employ it in helping us when the time comes to resettle the Sprawl. Namely, we’d request your assistance against the gangs that may try to fill the power void you seek to create,” Aria explained.
“That seems reasonable,” I said.
Aria stepped back as Korvirex moved forward.
“Tell me, Red, are you familiar with the Offworlder Coalition?” Korvirex asked.
“I am—as a matter of fact, I aided them on the way here—they were marching against the Neo-Confederates and the Brown Shirts. I insured that they had the element of surprise.”
Korvirex stroked the beard-like tentacles that hung from his chin in contemplation.
“Good. What I ask is that you help us to secure their trust, we have offered solidarity where we could, but our forces are spread thin. The ideology of many of the exiled Vorrath rebels that found their way to Nova City—it matches that of our union. If our help was offered, would you agree to assist us in aiding the Coalition, so that they finally have an opportunity to get on their feet?”
Trodes leaned towards in, whispering in my ear.
“It would be prudent of you to make a counteroffer: proclaim that you’ll help with the Coalition, if they’ll spread the word to other groups whose goals may align with ours. There will likely be at least a couple hundred Harvesters in the Undercity when we strike… unless they’re occupied elsewhere.”
“I would happily help with the Coalition, on the condition that your faction spread the word about what we’re doing to like-minded organizations. As it stands, we could still use more numbers to match the Harvesters,” I said.
“These conditions may be satisfactory,” Korvirex said, before retreating into yet another group huddle.
The audience watched on in silence.
Finally, Diezel reapproached the microphone.
“The representatives have deemed this topic worthy of discussion: you’re free to leave, we’ll get ahold of Akari in a couple days, when all the details are ironed out.”
“A couple days?”
“Reaching a consensus can be a slow process at times—be prepared for a renegotiation of conditions, as there will likely be more stipulations made once the process is complete,” Diezel explained.
I nodded, and the platform beneath my feet began to descend towards the floor. The crowd erupted into cheers.
Hopefully Nico and Roman would beat us home.

I don’t even know where to start here tbh. I suck, plain and simple. I made a mistake, wish i could go back and never even go to my bachelor party.
Over a 3 day weekend of my bachelor party, one night i made a mistake by cheating on my fiancé with someone whom i didn’t even know the name of. I was drunk and stupid, but still ultimately had sex. It meant absolutely nothing, but i still did it.
I feel terrible, almost as if part of my soul left my body the moment it was happening. My fiancé doesn’t deserve this, I’m going to own up and tell her the truth. I know i deserve any/all repercussions that will come when telling her, but I’m scared.
I’ve torn pedals off of a flower, and can’t live with myself. I don’t know where I’m going with this at all, but if anybody is reading this and even has the slight thought or curiosity of cheating, DONT FUCKING DO IT.
-How can I ever forgive myself?

How can I live life knowing my purpose (fiancé) in life may disappear?

-How do i tell her?
(Background info: been together for 5+ years, engaged for 8 months, set to be married this fall, own a house together, both of us struggle with depression at times)
Last thing I’ll say here, my intent is not in any shape or form to make myself a victim here. I did this, i take full responsibility, and i know i suck.

For context I've had a bout with asthma over the past 5 years and only used an inhaler to suppress the symptoms. I smoke cigarretes daily due to stress and social interactions which is also terrible, but coupled with the asthma, I've been pretty much creating a ticking time bomb leading up to this past Friday.
I got sick Wednesday as did my whole family and we were starting to suspect covid, as we've all had it already and my symptoms specifically were very similar. Last year when I tested positive I spent 5 days in bed clutching my inhaler telling myself I would go to the hospital if I ever felt like this again.
On Friday I left work early and literally dragged myself to the emergency room. I had to walk a few blocks to order an Uber and was literally on the brink of collapsing, coughing my lungs out and manually breathing. It's crazy, we take breathing for granted every day because our body does it for us, but not that day for me. Every breath I took I was doing so with all the energy I had.
On my uber ride, all I could think of was the many friends I know who lost someone to covid, including people who by their own will went in to the ER and didn't make it out.
That's what was on my mind, "I'm going to get in there get intubated and I'm never going to see my wife and kids again". I'm 31 M and ive been fairly successful in my professional life and also know I've done a lot of messed up things in my life that although I might wish I can take back, have led me to where I am today with my kids, my wife, and my family.
The main thought in my mind as I was being admitted was, "wow, my kids will not have a recollection of me when they are older if I don't make it out", I never made the vlogs I've been meaning to get around to for them, or set up my will, or play catch with the two smaller ones.
I was so afraid because I didn't know what was going to happen, but all I knew was I had to keep manually breathing otherwise I was going to collapse.
Most importantly I think, I was afraid because I didn't know if I was going to die alone in the hospital because of my carelessness not to take care of my health. I have no one to blame for this but me, this is self made and I knew no one should feel sorry should something happened, because I'm a victim of me not anyone else.
They ran the tests, came back negative for covid, turns out as I've alluded to I had a really nasty asthma attack. I've been treated the past 5 days and I almost feel back to 100%.
I'm sharing this to let it out to be honest, and to hold myself accountable. Because I never want to feel the regret and fear I felt last Friday. And I'm going to do everything to make sure my kids remember wlme when they're older, and that they feel supported even when I'm no longer here.

Okay, so for context, this is a post I made yesterday: https://www.reddit.com/relationship_advice/comments/13vgk4g/boyfriend_25m_and_i_22f_have_different_values_can/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=ios_app&utm_name=ioscss&utm_content=1&utm_term=1
(TL;DR for the above: My boyfriend and I seem to have different values (primarily in the sense that he thinks it’s funny to make insensitive jokes and I don’t, he doesn’t value prioritizing the community over self and I do). Should I break up with him or try to make it work?)
As I expected, the overwhelming consensus is that I should break up with him because we are too incompatible. I definitely agree (and tbh I have known this for a very long time, and I have even tried to do it several times) but this has been really hard for me. I was hoping I could give a little more context about our relationship and hopefully get some advice about how best to go about this.
Okay, so first of all, I never really intended to be in a long term relationship in the first place. (Disclaimer: I am aware that all of these actions are very judgement-worthy. I know, I know.) It started out as a very casual friends with benefits situation, and neither of us had any intention of getting together. Tbh, I met him on Tinder, which I was on because I wanted to get the whole losing my virginity thing out of the way. And we really clicked both in terms of sex and just hanging out. But we were definitely not dating or anything like that. And tbh, we have been fighting ever since we first met. However, as he opened up to me over time, I definitely fell in love with them. (I realize now that some of this could possibly be owed to the fact that he was the first person I ever had sex with - and like… oxytocin and stuff.) This has also been my first serious, long-term relationship. But now I’m here, and I’m about 2 years into this, or 1 year of actually being in a relationship, and I can’t go back.
When I try to confront him about the things I discussed in my previous post, he makes me feel like I’m overly judgmental, condescending, and I’m treating him like a “bad person.” He makes statements like “You talk to me as if I’m going to go out and commit hate crimes and murder people.” I try to explain that I know that’s not the case, and that he’s not saying these things in public or to the people it will hurt most, or to anyone but me, but that still doesn’t make it okay. But it makes me feel like I’m being super judgmental or self-righteous, and I sort of shrink back because of that, as I don’t want to be unfair.
Another thing that makes it hard is that when I try to set boundaries or establish limits, I feel like I am being unfair because I have allowed things to go on for so long already. And he makes statements like this as well. Honestly, I know I’m a hypocrite, but I don’t know how to fix that without feeling like shit.
I am also scared to break up with him because I don’t want to hurt him or be the reason he doesn’t believe in love. He is already really insecure about so many things, and there are a lot of things about his family background and past relationships that have created a lot of abandonment and trust issues, disorganized attachment, and other issues with relationships. He also suffers from depression. He often says the he feels like I am the first person in his life to truly love him, and I am the first person that he has truly loved (at least romantically). I think one of the biggest reasons that I am scared to break up with him is that I’m scared to hurt him, and I’m scared of how he will be if I leave. Also again, I really do love him, even though he can be really unattractive some times. And I also feel really bad about cutting things off because I know that I have allowed them to go on for so long, so it’s like how do I get to just change up now? He says I am being unfair by trying to potentially end or give up on our relationship now, without giving him the opportunity to do better (after talking last night about how I would appreciate him making efforts to educate himself and develop more empathy). He says I’ve never given him this chance before, although the way I see it, me talking about how I have a problem with this behavior and wishing he could empathize with others more should be all he needs to try to start changing. This applies to the disrespectful “jokes” thing, as well as a variety of other things that go on in our relationship. Again, I know I sound like such a hypocrite, and a horrible person for allowing things to go on for so long. And then there’s the thing you always hear about how it’s unfair to try to make someone “change” for you that’s always in the back of my mind.
I several times have tried to set boundaries or break up with him, and I will admit that I have often in the process said things that are really hurtful or just in generally poor form, or have made him feel more insecure. For example, during our last fight, I said something about how it would be it sucks to think about how there are people who share my values out there, and it would be nice to be able to be with someone who does. And he was really hurt by that.
There’s also the fact that our lives are so entangled now, because we have been in this so long. He’s met all of my family, I’ve met his. He’s making plans to move to my area, including a big career change that is dependent on that move. So I just feel so conflicted about ending it, even though I know I should.
I say all of this to say, how would you all go about breaking up with him? (How would you say it, when, etc.) In a way that is fair, and also tries to minimize the fall out? I’m really concerned about whether he will be okay if I leave.
TL;DR: How should I break up with my boyfriend (what words, when, other steps/considerations etc.) in a way that is fair but also tries to minimize the fall out of him giving up on love and getting depressed? Especially given that I haven’t always handled the situations in the best way.

-Red-
April 19th, 11:13 A.M., The Sprawl
I sparked a dilapidated Vita-Cig that I’d snagged from Trodes and peered out into the Sprawl; the careful equilibrium of a well-orchestrated black-market had returned; pushers and gangers lined the alleys, watching for signals from rooftop lookouts to avoid the single Peacewatch cruiser that had been stupid enough to enter the dockside. The poor bastard would be dead before the afternoon was over… not that I had much sympathy for his kind. Peacewatch made it a habit to stay out of the Sprawl: unless the Eggheads predictive crime system said something catastrophic was coming, they policed their kind and left us in the hands of the mob. I’d never iced an officer. Not yet at least.
“Your partner should be ready shortly, I think he’s just tying up a few loose ends,” Akari said, snatching the cigarette from my hand and taking a long drag.
“Remind me again why you think I should take the shrimp with me instead of Nico and Roman?”
“He’s smart… and the other two are working on something else. Besides-- you need brains on this one, Red, not muscle,” she giggled, passing the cigarette back.
“Whatever you say,” I paused, grabbing the smoke, “what do you have them up to?”
“There’s a shipment of Xeno-grade weapons coming down from the colonies. Nico and Roman will be liberating them from the Slicers. Or, their share, at least. It won’t be much, maybe a dozen guns, but it’ll be worth it: the force field tech alone will pay for the trip as soon as Fincetti’s goons start trying to take your heads off with plasma cannons and mono blades.”
“What do you mean, their share?”
“The job was too big for us to take on alone. I linked up with another enterprising group of Freelancers. If it goes well, maybe we can hire them on for the heist, we’re going to need more people if we want to walk out of there alive.”
We?
“What, are you planning on coming along now?” I asked, snuffing out the smoke.
“It only seems right; Trodes is coming along, and I’m a better shot than he’ll ever be. Besides, you have a dangerous habit of getting shot, and I can’t have you going down in the field,” she said, winking as if to punctuate the sentence.
“You sure? We can manage, you don’t have to come with us, you’ve done so much already.”
“I know I have, that’s why I have to protect my investment. If you go down out there, then the team is without a leader. A military scale operation like this will go south real fast without someone competent in command.”
“You’ve got me wrong, Akari: I’m no leader. I’m just someone who wants to live in a better city and doesn’t mind taking the trash out himself. Besides, why do we need a leader? We’re all competent adults acting in concert, of our own free will. We all know what we’re doing, if a situation arises and someone needs to take charge, it’ll happen.”
“You’ve got a lot of faith in a crew you just met,” Akari said with a sneer.
“You know why I asked you to put the team together, Akari?”
“Because there’s a bounty on your head that could finance twenty retirements, and you know you can trust me?”
“No, well yeah, but that’s beside the point—I asked you because you’re not a Fixer, you’re a part time street doc that works the front desk at the most popular Freelancer hotel in the Sprawl. If there’s anyone who knows who’s gonna get the job done, it’s you. See, a Fixer is going to be okay with whatever losses they deem acceptable beforehand, but they’re fine with keeping that to themselves. If you thought any of these mooks were going to crack under pressure, or do something stupid, you wouldn’t have set me up with them.”
Before she could respond, Trodes emerged from the stairs leading to the lab. He winced as the sunlight hit his eyes, shrugging on the hood of the oversized sweatshirt that blanketed his meek frame. Glimpses of pain showed through every tremor laden step he took. A cloak of wires enveloped his skull, feeding into an old-world cyber console.
“It’s insufferably hot out here,” Trodes sighed.
“Don’t worry, we’re not going far. Chances are that whatever hole we’re meeting BFU in will have air conditioning,” I responded, clicking my key fob, and signaling the bike to pull around.
Trodes face fell flat when the Supersonic rolled around the corner; apparently, the prestige of carving through the skyway on a state-of-the-art Taffington jet-bike was lost on him.
“Are we taking… that?” Trodes stammered.
“We are. Unless you’ve got a pair of wheels with two seats?” I asked, mounting the bike and revving the engine.
With an exasperated sigh, Trodes boarded the passenger seat. I could feel him behind me, vibrating as tremors gripped his body.
“You good, buddy?” I asked.
He nodded vigorously, clenching the handrails with white knuckles.
Akari shook her head and headed back to the lab.
I heard Trodes mumble something under his breath, but it was quickly drowned out by the jet-bike’s purr. I carved into the skyway. Driving in the Sprawl was pure freedom: almost nobody owned vehicles with aerial capabilities in this part of town. It didn’t take long to reach top speed.
Slummers and gutterpunks walked the streets like zombies in a drug addled haze. The scent of gunpowder, pollution and burning ozone coalesced into a putrid stench that reeked of poverty and violence. Patches of azure moved in militant formation below; the Vorrath had taken to the streets. On a different day, a better day, I would’ve helped them. Most slummers hated the Offworlder Coalition, but not me—at the end of the day I always figured that I had more in common with poor people from another planet than rich people from another district of the city. At least we shared the same struggle.
The bike slowed to crawl; the Neo-Confederates were about, backed by a platoon of Brown-Shirts that looked like a tide of sewer run off, crashing through the streets with reckless abandon. Civilians fled for their homes. Fuck.
The jet-bike careened through the air before finally landing atop a building a few blocks away from the impending conflict.
“Get off,” I said, turning back to Trodes.
“Why? You don’t intend to abandon me at this altitude, do you?”
“Not as long as I survive—I’ll be quick, I just need to ventilate some Nazi fucks, understood?”
He shook his head and muttered a string of curses.
I tore through the air, circling around the impending conflict. I chased a handful of cheap amphetamines with a poorly rolled joint and swooped low, behind the rolling tide of brown shirts. This wasn’t the first time I’d made myself an enemy of the city’s Neo-Nazi’s; I’d killed at least a dozen of them in my career as a courier, but those were isolated incidents, back-alley brawls away from the mob.
This was a whole new ball game.
I fell slack as my Teleoperations module synchronized with the bike. My consciousness faded, reemerging into the HALO-Net’s stylized rendition of the bike’s interior. I wasn’t just the pilot now—I was the bike. Bullets carved twin streaks of crimson into the brown tide. It didn’t take long to hit top speed, 3.7 seconds, to be exact.
The group turned in nearly perfect unison, launching volley upon volley as I passed overhead. The bike’s shields barely held together; I felt every round, like a flock of birds violently slamming into my side—not enough to cause any real damage, but more than enough to get the blood pumping. I slid into an alley a few blocks off and waited for the shield generator to recharge. Gunshots rang out from the streets, alongside the sizzle of plasma meeting flesh. Soon the din was drowned beneath the roar of dozens of Vorrath war cries. I took to the sky.
Trodes was exactly where I left him, nervously clutching a knock off version of a Locust flechette pistol.
“I was beginning to doubt your survival,” Trodes said shakily.
“Wrong again, little guy,” I paused, reigniting a half smoked joint, “it was just a quick hit and run, we don’t have the time or the numbers for a pitched battle. Now, hop on.”
It didn’t take long to find BFU’s base of operations. Black flags and Anarchist graffiti covered the walls of the abandoned warehouse they’d apparently taken up residence in. A field of repurposed Peacewatch turrets were installed atop the roof, complimented by a web of cameras that spread across a three-block radius. Anarchists of all species and creeds loitered outside. The guards ranged from Cyborgs and Vat-Grown, to Vorrath and Vorstihl, each wearing a variant of the black flag with colors corresponding to their ideologies.
As I hovered above the building, I saw a familiar face: the rookie from earlier. Alarmingly, his cruiser was nowhere to be seen. His face was wrought with horror, as a pair of cyborgs led him inside the warehouse.
“They’re certainly less than subtle,” Trodes said.
“They don’t have to be subtle, they’re the biggest citizens political organization in the Sprawl. Peacewatch avoids them if they have anything less than a full platoon on hand,” I explained.
“Red… before we enter negotiations with these hooligans, I must inquire as to what your motivation hitting the vault is? Surely you know there’s a strong likelihood that you won’t make it out, and from what I’d heard about you, I always understood you to be a man who knew how to keep himself out of the line of sight of dangerous people,” Trodes said, nervously.
“Fincetti is the most dangerous man in the city, short of O’Bannon. He controls the black market with an iron fist and is instrumental in all the things I hate about living here. The problem is, I have no way to do anything about it right now… but there’s something big in the safe—there must be—for fucks sake, he iced his family over it. I’m hoping there’s something in there that can give me a little leverage, so I can cross him out afterwards.”
Trodes was silent for a moment, simply reaching as if to ask me to pass the joint. I obliged.
“I have my reasons to want O’Bannon dead too, I’m in,” he paused as a coughing fit seized him, causing the joint to fall to the ground, “there’s something you should know though: I’m working with an entity of great power in the Net; I don’t know what precisely it is, but I know it saved my life more than once. As a matter of fact, it’s the only reason I was able to obtain the blueprint of Fincetti’s bunker, and his security plan.”
“Is it… is it an unshackled AI?”
“Unlikely: it seems to understand compassion and empathy on a uniquely organic level, something that rarely slips past Netwatch.”
“Alright, well whatever it is, you keep an eye on it and let me know if things get shady. I appreciate you telling me.”
Trodes nodded in silence.
The crowd parted expectantly as I landed along the streetside. Dozens of eyes were immediately glued to Trodes and I. A cyborg with a steel double mohawk emerged from a sea of leather, patches, and smoke. A sawed-off shotgun hung at his side.
“Red, I presume?” the Cyborg asked, extending a steel hand.
“That’s right, and who’re you?” I answered, clasping the borgs hand as firm as I could manage.
“They call me Diezel, and I’ll be your host today,” he released my hand and looked me up and down as if assessing whether I was a threat, “follow me, everyone’s here so we can get straight down to business.”
The warehouse’s interior had been renovated drastically; layers of open-faced lofts sat stacked upon each other, consuming the walls. Nearly every non-violent law in the city was being broken in the lofts, from cooking chems and explosives to studying banned literature and Doomguard martial arts. It was beautiful. We followed Diezel through a winding hallway of munitions manufacturing stations, before finally emerging into an immense circular room, with rows of seats climbing the walls. I couldn’t believe it—there must have been two hundred people present.
The lights dimmed as we entered the arena. Diezel led us to the rooms center, ushering Trodes and I onto a great circular platform; he fell into place on a platform across from us, beside a Vat-Grown woman bearing an orange and black flag on her arm, and augmentations that cost more than my bike. Behind the duo a bulbous Vorstihl lurked; tentacles draped down his back, carefully pulled away from his cyclopean eye. A red and black flag was displayed on his arm… it was only then that I noticed the blue and black flag on Diezel’s arm.
The platforms each rose roughly fifteen feet into the air, before microphone stands emerged from the center of each platform. Diezel stepped forward, past the microphone.
“Before we start, I’ll explain how this works: the three of us are representatives of our specific unions—but the people are free to interject. One union voting to aid in your endeavors does not guarantee the help of the other two, as each union demands a perfect consensus. Likewise, if a faction without one union decides to help you, it does not necessarily mean you have the support of the entire union. The only way you’ll end up with total support is cross union consensus. Do you understand?”
A consensus: of course, they needed a damned consensus.
“I do,” I answered, speaking away from the microphone.
“Then let’s get this show on the road,” Diezel stepped back, finding his microphone before continuing, “Red, Trodes, welcome to the Bouleuterion,” he paused a moment as the crowd erupted into cheers, “beside me are my comrades Aria and Korvirex, and we stand ready to hear your proposal.”
“As most of you probably know, Don Fincetti is the most powerful man in the underworld, hell—maybe even the city—what you likely don’t know is that he has a vault beneath the city, guarded by an army of Harvesters. I intend to break into the vault, slaughter the Harvesters and strike a blow to Fincetti that he won’t forget… and I intend to kill him shortly after. What I ask is simple: you help me in what’s to come, and when he’s finally dead, you can all split his turf among yourselves. All I care about is making sure he doesn’t live long enough to poison the Sprawl more than he already has.”
A murmur emerged from the stands. I gazed across the way to see the three representatives huddled together, whispering amongst themselves. Finally, Aria stepped towards her microphone.
“What you ask of us will likely mean the death of many of our people… we need something greater than what you offer—we need a guarantee of mutual aid—you have a reputation in the Sprawl, we would ask that you employ it in helping us when the time comes to resettle the Sprawl. Namely, we’d request your assistance against the gangs that may try to fill the power void you seek to create,” Aria explained.
“That seems reasonable,” I said.
Aria stepped back as Korvirex moved forward.
“Tell me, Red, are you familiar with the Offworlder Coalition?” Korvirex asked.
“I am—as a matter of fact, I aided them on the way here—they were marching against the Neo-Confederates and the Brown Shirts. I insured that they had the element of surprise.”
Korvirex stroked the beard-like tentacles that hung from his chin in contemplation.
“Good. What I ask is that you help us to secure their trust, we have offered solidarity where we could, but our forces are spread thin. The ideology of many of the exiled Vorrath rebels that found their way to Nova City—it matches that of our union. If our help was offered, would you agree to assist us in aiding the Coalition, so that they finally have an opportunity to get on their feet?”
Trodes leaned towards in, whispering in my ear.
“It would be prudent of you to make a counteroffer: proclaim that you’ll help with the Coalition, if they’ll spread the word to other groups whose goals may align with ours. There will likely be at least a couple hundred Harvesters in the Undercity when we strike… unless they’re occupied elsewhere.”
“I would happily help with the Coalition, on the condition that your faction spread the word about what we’re doing to like-minded organizations. As it stands, we could still use more numbers to match the Harvesters,” I said.
“These conditions may be satisfactory,” Korvirex said, before retreating into yet another group huddle.
The audience watched on in silence.
Finally, Diezel reapproached the microphone.
“The representatives have deemed this topic worthy of discussion: you’re free to leave, we’ll get ahold of Akari in a couple days, when all the details are ironed out.”
“A couple days?”
“Reaching a consensus can be a slow process at times—be prepared for a renegotiation of conditions, as there will likely be more stipulations made once the process is complete,” Diezel explained.
I nodded, and the platform beneath my feet began to descend towards the floor. The crowd erupted into cheers.
Hopefully Nico and Roman would beat us home

Location: Michigan.
TLDR: I [26M] loaned a total of $4,300 USD to a friend across seven Cashapp payments from mid-February through early March of 2023. All of these payments were made with the promise of being paid within a day or two, if not same-day. Over three months later, I’ve yet to be paid back, and at this point I’m wondering whether small claims court or pressing criminal charges is my best bet.
For background, my longtime friend [26F, we’ll call her Sam] messaged me explaining that, after she’d moved to Washington from Michigan a few months prior, she’d lost her wallet and basically all of her banking cards. Because her identity was still based in Michigan, it was next to impossible for her to regain access to her bank accounts.
Shortly after that, her abusive boyfriend kicked her out of their shared apartment in Washington, leaving her with no family out there and no place to go. Since she didn’t have access to her funds (though was in the process of getting them back) she didn’t have any immediate funds to purchase a plane ticket to get back home to Michigan. So, I loaned her a total of $1,750 across three Cashapp payments to get her the plane tickets needed to fly back home.
The reason I sent her multiple payments was because as she got bumped from one flight due to overbooking, she’d instead have to buy her way onto another flight lest she stay at the airport for the next available flight on the first airline.
All of this money was loaned to her with the understanding that it would be paid back within a few days. After she finally made it home to Michigan, she then contracted COVID and was hospitalized for a week plus (as she’s a cancer patient, she told me her case was rougher than normal and there was extra risk of further infection/complications). As a result, there was radio silence from her for about a week or two until I got back in contact with her.
So, in early March, we make arrangements for her to bring $1800 (she offered extra for the inconvenience) in cash to my house (which she has visited in the past) so that I can be fully paid off. At this point, it still sounds like some of her bank account access is restricted, though she has been able to do some banking in-person to withdraw the cash that she needs. Around this time, I receive a photo of her with the cash, with the proper timestamp in the metadata to show it was legitimate.
Before she stops at my house, she ends up having to get some work done on her car, which runs her about $900. I received proof of the cost estimate from the auto shop she went to and sent her this money. Once the work was done (replacing her brake lines), she then makes her way to my house…and gets in an accident on the way here. She says she pulls over into a parking lot where I can see a pretty gnarly gash in the side of her car, but based on where she said she stopped (roughly 15 minutes from my house) I can’t place her surroundings in the photo with where she says she stopped, one of many small red flags. So, the cash drop doesn’t happen that night.
The next day, she asks for more money as her dealership (or maybe insurance?) requires a deposit before they can repair her car. I send her the last of the money I’m able to send - another $950 - with the promise that she’d pay back all the money I’m owed in cash within one day, maximum. At this point, I am owed $3600.
Another mutual friend of ours - named Elliott, for the purposes of this post - also loaned Sam $1,200 in this situation, so between the two of us she owes $4,800.
Shortly after the situation with her car, she goes silent again. I get in contact with her mother, named Eleanor, and she informs me that Sam has been hospitalized in Ohio since that’s where her health insurance is based. I was later told that this was for a reproductive procedure that put her health at risk.
Inexplicably, Elliott receives a payment from Sam for $500 of the $1,200 she’s owed, with no explanation or warning. Sam tells both Elliott and me that the rest of Elliott’s payments would be coming in chunks throughout the day, which they never do.
While this is going on, Eleanor is making attempts to get me the money back herself. She sends me an email confirmation from her bank that money from her account was being sent to me via Zelle, but I never receive anything. Communication with Eleanor is scant, since she’s a traveling nurse and is often away from home, but I receive occasional texts saying the money was done being processed, that she checked with Chase and it should be arriving on X date, etc. and it never comes. It’s worth noting that in my Zelle app, I can search for Zelle-ready contacts based on who’s stored in my phone. Neither Eleanor or Sam show up under this search, indicating that they’re not set up with Zelle as they say.
Now we’re at early-April, and I finally hear back from Sam with a promise to get me the money back that I’m owed. At this point, I’ve fallen behind on bills because money that i loaned with the understanding it would be gone for no more than a few days has been gone for weeks. I tell her this and stress the urgency of the situation that I’m now in, so W\we make arrangements a few different times for me to either visit her in the hospital in Ohio, or for her to drive up once she’s discharged, but every time something comes up that requires her to push back by a day or two.
At one point, she pledges to drive up to me to drop off the money on a Monday evening. I’m getting video of her in the car, with the money. All is well. An hour before she’s due to arrive, she gets a call that she has to pick up a drunk relative from the bar, and that this was an emergency. I’ve met said relative and all of his behavior does match up with what she’s telling me, so I patiently wait for her to sort things out.
That night, she tells me this relative assaulted her and that she was at the hospital getting checked out. Strangely enough, the first photo she sends me of her at the hospital does NOT have metadata that matches with the current date and time, having been taken six weeks prior. I call her on this, and she apologizes and actually sends me a photo of her getting checked out, with metadata that matches. This is, as far as I can tell, the only time she knowingly sent a photo or other item of proof under false pretenses.
The next day, I receive a text message from her grandmother, Roberta. She informs me that Sam has been admitted to a psychiatric ward for suicidal ideation, and that she has left me a check in her mailbox for the $3,600 that I am owed while she drives down to Ohio to be with her granddaughter. I go over to their place to retrieve the check, and a day after I mobile deposit it, the funds appear in my account. I figure all is well, so I personally Cashapp $700 to Elliott to make sure he’s whole rather than wait for Roberta to get around to him, which Roberta is fine with.
Well, a few days later, I get a notification from my bank that the check has actually bounced, and the funds were removed from my account. I let Roberta know this, and she writes me a new check from a different account that I then pick up later that evening. A week later, this check also bounces.
Around this time, I finally hear from Sam again after roughly three weeks of silence. She asks to meet me at a restaurant to get another check from her - this time for $4,400, accounting for the money owed to Elliott that’s now going to me, and extra for gas, time, and the inconvenience. I see her for the first time in over a year during this exchange, which lasts about fifteen seconds before she runs back inside. She tells me during this time that in case this third check bounces, she will also bring me cash the next day, and that I can deposit that and return it to her via Cashapp in case something happens to the check.
We’re at mid-May now. Once the check bounces roughly a week later, she’s already pushed back the cash dropoff a couple of times. We resolve to stick solely to cash at this point, and on the day where she pledges - FINALLY, this time - to bring me the money, I get a call from Roberta again. Her husband (Sam’s grandfather) has a bunch of medical debt that has to be paid off before he can be cared for at the VA hospital, and asks if I can wait to be paid until June 2nd - a little over two weeks from when she was calling.
I don’t give her a definitive answer, and instead talk directly with Sam to try and get this sorted. She sends me a location pin to confirm that she is, in fact, at the VA hospital in question. So, since she’s now paying off this medical debt of her grandfather’s to avoid it going to collections, we’re now working with her brother Jackson to have him send me the money, since Roberta and him share an account due to power of attorney.
A few days go by of trying to get him to send me the money, and she/he keep pushing back, and then all contact drops a week before Memorial Day. At this point, I’ve had enough. I text Sam and Roberta and tell them that, if I am not paid in full by Tuesday June 6th (Exactly two weeks from that point), I would take Sam to small claims court. I tried to be as understanding and sympathetic of what was going on as I could, but at this point enough had been enough.
Neither of them respond. Three days after I send that message, I text Eleanor to see if she’s heard anything. Two days later (so, the day before Memorial Day) she responds and tells me that Sam has been admitted again for attempting to kill herself because of the already fraught case with her father (which she said she was pressing charges for, but I haven’t heard whether this has definitively happened). Both Sam and her grandmother Roberta were in Ohio making sure she was cared for. That’s where we’re at up to this point in time.
What are my options here? I’ve received enough proof that at least a good chunk of what has happened has, actually, happened, but there’s enough suspicion and unanswered questions that arise that make it obvious I’m being fleeced. Would small claims court be the best way to go? I already know that the amount I’m owed is under the max limit for small claims in Michigan.
Or, should I go to the police if there’s the potential for criminal charges? I’m not sure whether or not this constitutes as theft, but I just want to know what my best route is for a situation like this. Across four family members, three bounced checks, and dozens of "one more day" promises right before they actually get me the money that keep stretching out this situation, it feels like a giant game of carrot-and-stick that I feel like I cannot win.
Thanks in advance, and please let me know if you have any questions, as with how long and convoluted this is I’ve forgotten a detail here or there by mistake. I was never good at making a long story short.

I am losing my mind trying to figure out how to turn this off. I am about to just delete spotify all together.
I am using a Samsung S22 Ultra and connected to Bluetooth on a 2022 Ford Transit. I do no use android auto at all and I already turned the autoplay setting on there off.
I have also turned autoplay off in the actual spotify app settings as well as turned off background activity through the android apps in the native settings for my phone.
Still, everytime I start my vehicle, a podcast starts playing. And because spotify is so buggy with their podcasts. It's the same.out of order episode of the Always Sunny Podcast, that I stopped listening to on Spotify because it would.randomly play the latest episode instead of the logical next episode by upload date.
I am on the road quite a bit for work so I utilize bluetooth for the handsfree. But it's quite annoying having to close out of spotify every single time I start my vehicle.
Are there any options? Or do I just need to give up on spotify. I only use it currently for one podcast that isn't available anywhere else is the issue, or I'd have already deleted it.

I'm trying to introduce a friend into League and hes having a tough time recognizing champs due to how much the skin alters their appearances.
Some recolours are fine but some more extreme skins make the champs mesh together and it confuses him greatly.
Is there a way to set it so that all the champs look like their default regardless of the skin they're using?
I don't mind using a 3rd party program to do it either. At this point, its the only way I can make my friend's intro to league easier.

I currently have a weber smokey mountain. Looking to move to a pellet smoker for ease of use and set and forget ability. I want something that will last a long time and don't need a ton of space - enough for one full brisket or two racks of ribs. What would you recommend under $600?

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