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I overthought this and wondered if a 48" thing can really go all the way in, but I was surprised to know that “The average erect penis is longer than the average vagina. ” and that it’s not really possible to ‘break through’ the cervix and go further.
Even ignoring girth, it’d probably be very painful for her (without training, I suppose) if someone just rams their 40" into her.
There’s my youngest brother, but he’s already with his family, and is the one in charge of cooking over there. I’m with my mom, who is really needing the help, and so yeah! I also told my mom to just stop hosting because it’s increasingly not worth it, but she’s stubborn and told me it’s always been this way, and will be that way until she draws her final breath.
Now, if I can only convince the others (the ones coming over) to just bring some food so that there’s a lot less need to cook here.
I read that SCP (again?) and more than the similarities (endless staircases is perhaps one of those common nightmares), I find the timing a bit strange. I am for sure wasn’t aware of SCP back then (circa 2007), but IIRC, the time that SCP was written is roughly the same time I was those dreams.
I don’t think I can write a continuation to SCP-087, but a short story based on the common elements of that recurring dream series is doable. Difficult, but doable. But first, I must recall more detail from those dreams!
Stress.
Stress about all the money spent on a midnight feast that we’re too sleepy and tired to enjoy (our Christmas meal here is at 12mn, it cannot start earlier), the gifts and decorations, and the electricity of all the RGB lights strung around to make our family to be “with the community spirit”. Stress about not having the energy to be able to smile and be cheerful all the time, or else you’d be the subject of dinner conversations, how you’re not “making an effort to spread the holiday spirit”. And worst of all, the stress of not being able to sleep and rest due to all the merrymaking, singing, and overall noisemaking (fireworks tend to be fired at random here, and increasing in frequency as it draws closer to the end of December).
I used to look forward to the food, the seasonal food, and the feasting. But now that I’ve got to prepare all that food, taste it, make adjustments based on who is going to be coming for the Christmas dinner, it’s just draining.
What is supposed to be a season to be merry, to be hopeful, and all that good cheer, has become the very cause of all the sorry hopelessness and drear.
I don’t know about it being the weirdest, but a recurring dream from my late teens to the early 20’s has been seared into my memory that goes like this:
The way the dream starts varies, but a common version is me being asked to explore a staircase that was yet to be fully explored. Some versions has me go up, the others go down, and yet still others has me trying both. In some versions, I was sent with a team, the members of which succumbed to thirst, hunger, and fatigue as the expedition seemed to have no end. Sometimes, we (or I) discover that we’ve been going around “in circles” as we encounter the corpse of someone from our team who has earlier died, or I (in the versions I was alone) come across equipment I have abandoned way earlier.
In later versions, this has evolved into me (either starting with a team, but has since been whittled into just me) discovering an actual end to the staircase: a vast expanse of nothing but darkness. In there, I encounter some people (how they got there varies, some through the same staircase, the others through other means, and yet still others don’t know how). I somehow convinced them to join me in exploring the darkness. To do this, we arranged ourselves in a circle, facing outwards with arms linked. That way, we wouldn’t lose a person. We try to go off on a direction and explore the darkness that way. As we encounter more people willing to join us, they add themselves into the circular chain. It goes on and on, seemingly without end. The dark expanse just goes on and on forever.
In still later versions, this dark expanse is replaced by a huge subterranean cavern. Gone is the staircase, and I just dropped into the bottommost cavern. The same sequence of events as with the “dark expanse” version happens, but now, we can actually see where we’re going and there’s no need for forming a human circular chain.
In one late, and rare, version of this dream, we come across a well-lighted cavern whose center lies a shining stalagmite. We couldn’t approach the stalagmite, however, and just made that as a reference point in further explorations.
This recurring dream has become more and more rare as I grew older. I sometimes wonder what it all means, and why the dream changed over time. It seemed to have to do with my mental state at that time, but some things didn’t make sense. It’s also quite coherent as dreams go, which is probably why I still remember it years after.
Sea or lake view from the mountains. Even better if I can also have a view of a lake/seaside town on the shore.
This is not a judgement of the musical genre and I think it’s way more profound and expressive than the average commodified pop music we have. However, I remember making a report about the history of music (for an arts appreciation class in college) and I ended the report with some Japanoise (a genre of noise music) like this one:
The teacher was really delighted, but my classmates were like “WTF?”
EDIT: Reworded some confusing sentence construction
Born and raised Catholic, drifted towards atheism as I thought that if the tenets of the religion I was brought up in is true, I should be punished for eternity (and then pondered if suicide is a lighter sin than being who I am), and then questioned why that’s necessarily the case.
Later on, I drifted towards agnosticism as I began to question my own beliefs, and more importantly, why I was having those beliefs.
None of that was ever known to a lot of people, though, and I present myself as a non-practicing Catholic.
Just a bit under 180cm. Not terribly tall, not terribly short, just alright.
Oh! Forgot which event happened after which other event in that long cutscene after the final boss battle.
I thought Squall met the younger Edea after receiving Ultimecia’s powers. I only remembered the fact that Squall implanted the idea of SeeD into Edea, but I couldn’t remember how exactly it happened.
As for Rinoa, back when I first played the game, I was a bit younger than Squall is, and Rinoa annoyed the hell out of me—far more than I got annoyed with Selphie, supposedly the annoying one. Younger me would have preferred if Squall fell in love with someone else, heck, even Seifer would have been a better love interest for Squall as far as younger me was concerned. I guess then, their love story worked nicely, and younger me was just too stubbornly edgy to appreciate that.
I think Laguna and Raine’s love story resonated with me far better because it’s far less “abrasive” and in-your-face. It might be a more bland and ordinary love story, but it’s a nice foil to the main love story between Squall and Rinoa.
EDIT: failed my spoiler formatting
That last sentence in the first spoiler is more or less my take on her situation.
I saw Ultimecia as more of a tragic character than someone who really wanted power for its own sake, which is why I don’t really see her as wanting to be a god. She just wanted a way out of the time loop. As you’ve said: she went mad from repeated (?) failure.
Coincidentally, I thought Squall, at the very end, could have had ended the time loop. In that cutscene after Ultimecia’s defeat, as he was wandering back to his own time, he met a much younger Edea, who has then just inherited Ultimecia’s power. He could have chosen not to tell Edea about SeeD at this point, but I don’t think he’s aware he was talking to that Edea he knew (even though I think the surroundings should have sufficiently clued him in).
I found Squall falling in love with the daughter of Laguna’s first crush to be a nice little thing. I also liked Laguna far better as a character, and his love story with Raine a far superior love story than the main one. I think he really fell in love with Raine, but his fatherly love for Ellone far outweighed it.
Was Ultimecia characterized as (a) god, or wanting to be one?
I think Ultimecia wanted a world that consists of only her, hence she could be considered a god in her own world. She succeeded until the power of friendship and love defeated her but …
I don’t think it counts under what I understood the prompt in the OP is all about. But then again, it’s been a while since I last played that game, and I hardly paid much attention to the story (got too icked out by the love story). Cool game mechanics tho.
I’m echoing a lot of the replies here by saying “No.” Even if I’m given a choice as to what kind of life I’d live, still no.
Even if people say there’s a lot of good things in life, or that there are people living their dreams in this world, still no. I don’t play the lottery, even if I might end up with more money than I could ever hope to spend. The same logic applies here.
There would be no me to regret not existing if I don’t exist.
You’re Truck-kun’s handler?! Thank you for taking time out of your busy schedule to help me. Let me just wipe out my browsing history as well as all my storage here and I’ll be with you shortly.
I am from Manila, so I have been careful not to brush the area off as “backswoodsy and poor”. But yeah, that’s why I was prepared to explain things off as “yeah, they’re poor and desperate”. But then again, it feels wrong, IDK, lol~
I missed the word “indigenous” even though it’s mentioned not just in the article, but also in the news report I saw. With a possible few exceptions, the indigenous peoples in the Philippines have been neglected and marginalized, and their communities been poor because of that.
So, you want to be an isekai protagonist. Understandable, me too!
I think it’s still a sought-for delicacy, and they would have probably sold its meat if it weren’t for the environmental regulations making such a trade difficult.
Also, something is gnawing me about how the article said lots of other seafood are available in the area. So I am thinking the sea turtle crawled its way to where the victims are, and the victims thinking “it’s a waste if we let this delicacy go to waste, let’s cook it!” I don’t know.
Definitely not a bunch of rich dudes gorging themselves on a rare delicacy and getting their comeuppance tho.
I had to double-check the location where the incident happened, prepared to write paragraphs on how the area is poor and undeveloped and so environmental protections are ignored when literal hunger is the more important consideration… but I am not too sure now.
The overall area is poor, not entirely remote, but still remote in comparison to places like Manila or Davao. I was under the impression that this event happened on a remote island municipality where sourcing food is an issue, but maybe it’s just poverty?
Not excusing the act nor gloating over the deaths though, just trying to understand (and failing) how this came to be. Not to mention why they ignored the glaring signs before they slaughtered and cooked the creature. In the news report I saw here locally, and I am recalling from memory, it is said that the victims found the turtle’s shell to be discolored, but still proceeded anyways.
“Noted.”
And I forgot that large loads can go by the back entrance. XD
It’s probably have enough to accommodate 48" (with enough training), or even more.