Week 14 pick ems

went 3 weeks ago to my local gun shop to get a single/double action hk2000 with decocker, they ordered one it came and it was wrong one it was double action one, so I said ok I'll take this berreta m9 single/double action with decocker, I go today to pick up I go home to check it out and they sold me the double action m9 not decocker version I wanted!! so can I go return or exchange? how does it work with gun and exchanging when it was there fault not knowing what models they have

Hey dad, after 15 years I finally got into the training programme I wanted. I'm gonna be a registered psychologist in a few years' time! I wish you could be more proud of me, I wish you knew how cut-throat it is to get in, and I wish you could acknowledge what a big deal it's been for me.
Now that uni's started I can't shake off that imposter syndrome. There's so much reading and my ADHD is playing up, I'm self-sabotaging and procrastinating at times (like right now). I just opened up tomorrow's lecture slides and there are THREE BOOKS and two articles to read, just for one week! I'm instantly panicking and idk how I can manage. We're being introduced to all these tests and clinical decision-making and my brain can't seem to absorb anything.
I'm scared, dad, I'm scared that my lack of preparation will reflect in inadequate care one day. I'm scared of failing this course, it's not like in undergrad where I can just pick up another course to make up for it. I'm scared of proving my imposter syndrome right. I'm scared that the fact I can't psych myself out of this demonstrates an unsuitable personal quality. I'm scared by my brain's refusal or inability to retain information, I'm scared that I'm stagnating. I'm scared that I'm losing myself after the past few years.
I cried the other night after watching a compilation of TLOU, I was like an anthropologist seeing for myself what I had only heard about in books. I wish I had that kind of relationship with you, dad.

Me 35F and my husband 45M have been together for 14 years. We have 2 children 6 and 8 and 1 on the way. Our eldest is needing her 4th eye surgery in a few days and we were only given 3 weeks notice. Husband has a business that I work in regularly and I also have my own career that I work in 2-3 days a week. Am I the asshole for refusing to work in the business 3 days after our daughters surgery? Husband believes we should organise a babysitter for our child so I can work in the business for 2 days as he is understaffed. I mean, I feel like I could be the asshole because if I’m not there then we make less money. But this is our child….. He seems very upset that I won’t do this and I’m very upset that he expects he to put work before the children. So am I the asshole?

Hi guys! I’ve known about MCAU since 2014 but only started binge watching it in the last week on 10Play (currently Season 1 Episode 27!).
It says the uploaded show expires in 5 months. I’m not sure if I can finish all 14 seasons in that time frame since I have busier months coming ahead. However, I’m looking at old posts, and it seems some have been watching old episodes on 10Play for years. (I also learned about 10Play from you guys, so thank you!)
Does that mean the network just regularly reposts the episodes after they’ve expired?

Throwaway cause she knows my main.
TLDR: I started anonymously sending my girlfriend Reddit Gold when she was going through a difficult time in her life. I've kept this up for years and continue to do so to this day. I know I can never tell her. She's doing much better now. I love her to bits!
I've been doing this for about 6 years. When I first started she was at a pretty low point in her life. She has struggled with self esteem issues for a long time but it all reached a crescendo when she was simultaneously hit with a crushing disappointment in her career along with an arm injury that was extremely painful and stopped her from being able to work for months (she's an artist.)
The injury made it so she didn't want to really do anything, go out, see friends, engage with hobbies, anything like that. The fact she couldn't work was devastating. And because her last work experience was a huge disappointment (she lost her first big commission cause of the injury) it continued to loom large in her mind and on her confidence. Because she couldn't work and rebuild her confidence she couldn't get over the set back.
I think she became depressed. For the first few weeks after her injury she pretty much only lay in bed, partly due to the discomfort but I think it was more than that. For the first couple of days she wanted to be alone. I acquiesced but kept checking in on her. I was scared, she was spiraling and I could see it. She stopped taking care of herself, not completely, but noticeably. Eventually she allowed me to come watch movies in bed with her. We don't have a TV in our room so I had to set up my phone on one of those phone holder claw things so she can see comfortably. We did that for 2 weeks.
Luckily she started to pull herself out of it. She started to take an interest in fashion, beauty products, skin care, hair care; the thinking was maybe if I look good on the outside, I will start to feel better on the inside. She was beautiful but wasn't the type to primp and preen, or obsess about her outfit, or her makeup before then.
I remember distinctly her spending over an hour one night trying to help someone on Reddit asking for fashion advice. I saw her little hands typing away on her phone and as the screen lit up her face I noticed her smile. She was so excited to be sharing all of the new stuff she was leaning and having so much fun doing it.
It's at this point I resolved to do something I said I never would... I bought Reddit coins. Once she was done writing her comment I waited a couple of hours and sent her Silver anonymously. It was her first Reddit award ever, she could barely contain her excitement. She asked for my help to come up with the perfect reply for the anonymous stranger; realizing an ill timed notification right after she messaged the stranger would get me busted, I muted my phone. As she was busy writing her reply I slyly played my ace and sent her Gold. To say her face lit up would be a massive understatement, she was absolutely over the moon! I think she did a little happy dance and everything. When I saw how happy it made her I knew it was worth it. There's a funny thing that happens after a Reddit comment gets some traction where it seems to breed more engagement. Suddenly people were upvoting and commenting and it just made her whole night. I sent her another silver along with some of those free awards we used to get for good measure.
I helped her write thank you messages to her anonymous benefactors (me) content that she had gotten a huge confidence boost and the biggest thrill of her Reddit life. But also sad knowing I would never be able to share it with anyone.
I've since kept a hoard of coins to make sure I can gild her whenever she puts a lot of effort into a post / comment or is in particular need of a pick me up; while making sure it's rare enough to keep feeling special.
I've always had the urge to share it with someone, anyone! I've had to keep it to myself all these years... I know I can never tell her, but I still wonder how she would react. Would she be hurt and disappointed to find out her awards aren't real or might she find it cute and endearing I did this and kept it up for so long just to give her a pick me up every now and then? Either way, I have no plans of telling her, ever.
Here we are several years later, she's just had one of her biggest wins of her career, and as I'm watching her sleep with a big dumb smile on her face I can't help but think at how far we've come. I love her so much!
I just live in fear that one day I'll forget to mute my phone and rat myself out when she replies to thank the latest benefactor.

Hello! I’m a girl (14) turning 15 very soon but i am asking for advice because i met this really cute guy on this app called wink. I added him on snap and we called the very first night (same day I added him), mind you i am somebody who has a diagnosed general anxiety disorder, and i also struggle talking to people so this was very unlike me but we talked and we got along super well and we have a lot in common. We’re very compatible in our morals and values and how we feel about things. He’s a major green flag. But fast forward we’ve only been talking for three weeks, and he told me he liked me. I’m the type of person who has a pretty good head on their shoulders when I’m not being mentally ill and i haven’t ever had a relationship or any sort of romantic experience so this a first for me, i mean I’ve turned down some people because i want a true relationship where I truly like somebody but because of that i have a really hard time knowing wether or not I like somebody? I forgot to mention he’s long distance and lives very far away and we’ve been planning on meeting each other soon. But I was honest with him and told him I’m not sure how I feel but I am interested in you but I need more time to confirm my feelings and I don’t know how I might feel in the end and he needs to be okay with that he said okay so we’ve been “talking” and flirting and I think about him a lot and imagine us kissing and stuff like that but i still feel unsure and i don’t know if it’s my anxiety trying to mess with my head or what. Or like do I just really love somebody platonically or do I really like them romantically? I guess my question is how do I know? What should I do to find out how I feel more clearly? And has anybody else felt this way before getting into a loving relationship?

I picked up my model y a few weeks and every time it rains water seems to get trapped in the trunk door. When I raise the door, water pours out of the holes into my trunk. Cant find where the water gets in. Have a service appointment set up in a few weeks. But curious how concerned I should be with water getting trapped in the door.

(That title makes it seem like I had a tank battalion over the next ridge helping me out by offering fire support. What an image.)
I've beaten white and even silver lynels in single combat before, but so far I have only been able to do so with training wheels: level 4 amber earrings, champion's tunic, and soldier's greaves (a whopping 88 armor), which allows me to shrug off pretty much any melee weapon they hit me with for just a quarter heart of health (except the crushers, those take four hearts). The near-invulnerability provides a great base upon which to practice combat with these creatures in a safe(er) environment.
Also, if you kick a white lynel in the face, you get a really nice bow. I eventually got to the point where I'd use savage lynel bows to farm royal weapons from hinoxes, then go use the royal gear to farm lynels for savage bows. When you throw the Master Sword (here twice-upgraded to 50 damage) into the mix, you violate the laws of thermodynamics; you get more goodies out of the process than you need to sustain it.
But I wanted to complete the Trial of the Sword. To unlock the full potential of the Master Sword. I admit, I'm not doing it because it's right or because it's what heroes do. I'm doing it because I wanted a (sorta) free top-tier weapon that (sorta) never breaks.
Also the sword glows.
So I take the Trials. One might ask if it's worth the stress and strain at this point in the game; all of the shrines have been completed, all the inventory expansions have been acquired, all the memories re-lived. There's precious little remaining on which to use an awakened Master Sword. But questions of worth fall within the purview of your conundrums of philosophy. Ain't nobody got time for dat, I wanna hit things with a shiny stick!
I tried the trials during my first play through the game, four years ago. I didn't do well; I couldn't even complete the first set—heck, I couldn't even get half-way through the first set. This second time through I do better. It still takes a couple tries, but the first trials go down.
I put it down to playing the game on a larger screen; 32 inches, not the Switch's 6.2. It makes a huge difference; I can actually see enough detail to let me parry and dodge. With my current play through clocking in at 110 hours, 105 of those on a large screen, it astonishes me that I completed my first 70-hour playthrough entirely on the Switch's tiny screen.
I've never seen the second set of trials before this playthrough, but they're actually easier than the first, there being no water-only levels. Bomb-arrow armed bokoblins on the third floor catch me off guard the first time, but I complete the middle trials on my second attempt.
The final trials scare me. I have read the ancient texts. I know what awaits me in the deep. I know what the monks awoke in the darkness of the magic boxes. Manes... and flame... Without gads of armor to cover my ass I fear I will simply be smashed flat by these beasts. But I dive in anyway—the trials won't complete themselves. The shiny stick won't be given to me. I need to earn it.
When I get to the first rest stop, I find something that makes my heart stop. Three ancient arrows? The ancient texts made no mention of these! The only equipment notices I had were for the flamebreaker boots; a not-so-subtle 'you will spend the next five floors on fire' advertisement. I know what these arrows can do to the mere meatbags who oppose me! Five minutes ago I wasn't even worried about guardians, because lynels. But these... these. For the first time ever, I feel a little thrill of hope. If I have these, even without armor, I can beat lynels. My own little cheat code. All I have to do is tough out the guardians.
My first pass through the final trials doesn't go well. I'm nervous, twitchy. I take too many hits. I inadvertently shove my one and only hearty radish into my greedy mouth instead of the cooking pot, wasting a whole full recovery opportunity. By the time I arrive at the second rest stop, there aren't enough food items on the floor to get me back up to full health. And after that comes snow levels; I can't cook everything on this floor to bring my health up as much as possible because I need them to provide me with cold resistance for the next few floors. I get through a couple levels before I tunnel vision on the wrong target; a blizzrobe freezes me and a silver bokoblin turns me inside out.
The second attempt I make sure to take a little bit slower. I plan my attacks, I withdraw if I'm in a position I don't like, I make very careful use of the few elemental weapons I have to one-hit kill and stunlock tougher enemies. When I get back to floor 14, I don't take my chances. I oneshot the blizzrobe with a fire arrow then pull out the first of my three ancient toys and stick it right up the silver bokoblin's backside, banishing his ass to the shadow realm. I will not have another run ruined by those two.
Things proceed more or less smoothly from there. I get to floor 17 and face my first lynel, a blue. It manages to glare at me for all of 2.6 seconds before the second of my ancient arrows wipes its stupid face (and the rest of it) from existence.
The guardians on the following floors give me pause, but the lone ones are easy to abuse and the three on floor 22 don't cover each other if you approach from the right angle. They are all slowly dismantled, one by one.
And then, finally, I arrive on the final floor, 23. Here there are eight little basic red bokoblins on horseback, a guardian turret, and my sum of all fears, Mr. White. Tall, proud, buff, and ugly as all get out, it spots me immediately, screams in barely-contained ketamine-fueled rage that someone as pink as me would deign to cross its field of view, and hauls its massive bow off its back. Before it fires is all the time I have.
It's all the time I need.
I draw the royal bow. I draw the last ancient arrow. I nock this final bolt, the swansong of power on the operatic ballad of shiny sticks. I raise the bow, pointing the arrow at a space a couple feet above the lynel's face; it's a long way, after all. I draw the string.
As afraid as I am, I'm also giddy. I'm there. This will be easy. I just need to let this thing fly and the hard work will all be over. The only thing remaining will be some little pissbabies on horses and a machine that is too stupid to avoid getting stunlocked by repeatedly having arrows shoved in its eye.
I loose my ultimate weapon.
The arrow travels gallantly through the air, its tip sparking into incandescent magnificence as it crosses the open space, dripping sparkles as it flies, little harbingers of its mission of doom. The giddiness reaches a fever pitch. I'm trembling with excitement.
The arrow buries itself...
...in the dirt six inches from the Mr. White's feet.
I've fluffed it. I had one shot, literally, to get this done, and I failed.
I want to cry. These trials have been hard on me. I've had to take extended breaks in the middle of them several times already to untense myself. The prospect of doing it all over again on account of one whinnet-ridden lynel quiet frankly gives me the screaming heebie-jeebies, you know what I mean? Ten year old me would have chucked the controller and screamed in guttural German. Thankfully those days are behind me; I simply pause and walk away for a while. Did I go have a little weep? Maybe. Maybe not. Maybe screw yourself.
I like to imagine the lynel and his hangers-on spend several seconds staring at the ruined arrow on the floor in front of them, then looking back up at me with contemptuous amusement as I literally try to swallow my fear, panic, and horror all at once. Of course, the game doesn't render emotions like that, but it's a funny image.
I have an argument with myself here. I don't want to try this full-frontal combat without my training wheels armor—I'm a coward. But even more so than that, I really don't want to run through the last 22 floors of the final trials again—I'm lazy. I even consider quitting the trials and giving up on the fully-awaked Master Sword. I consider using exploits to skip the final set of trials; it's not like I haven't already made it through all these floors, right? I'd just be... you know... skipping one single floor. Sorta. That's not too unfair, right?
When I come back I heave a large 'woe-is-me' sigh and unpause.
I can't face this creature and its groupies all at once on an open field.
I run for all my sorry little Hylian twink ass is worth.
Unfortunately, that's where the story stops being so dramatic. I climb the tower in the corner after I've broken the lynel's line of sight, severely abuse the guardian turret, and hunker down on my new perch. I know I can't bow the lynel to death; I don't have enough arrows and it'll call orbital strikes down on my head. I can't engage it in direct melee combat; I have only four weapons remaining and they'll break on its face before its face does.
But I realize I can abuse the bokoblins as well. They're really no more capable than the guardian turrets are. They won't attack me en mass. I pull them over where the lynel can't see them, one at a time, and pick them off their horses and steal their weapons. After a few minutes there's nobody left in the room except myself and Mr. White. Now I have a dozen weapons; sure they aren't all great, but they're fresh.
I now have no choice other than give up here, at the last step, or just dive in and see where it goes. It's not really a choice.
What I can say is that, thankfully, the training wheels experience gave me the actual skills necessary to get the job done. Mr. White and I engage in combat I manage to take him down with a dozen broken weapons, one broken shield, and all of my hearts.
That rush when the lynel finally collapses was incredible. It was like someone had jabbed an entire thing of adrenaline directly into my heart. I mean it was probably a week's worth of dopamine in my brain, dumped all at once, but still. At this point I want to cry, again, though this time not in pain or frustration but rather pure elation such as I haven't felt in a while. I did it. I completed the Trial of the Sword. And the final trials only took me two attempts.
I'm much better at this game now than I was four years ago.
I promptly take my glowing stick and use it to club Thunderblight Ganon to death.

I will get a steady supply of offers, until around 5:30. Then it just dies in my area. It’s been like this the past week and a half. What’s going on with this? It seems to pick back up later, but this is weird. Anyone else experiencing this?

Throwaway account, primarily to due to shame of the situation and what I'm planning to do, but I wanted to see if anyone has been in a similar situation before. Long story below:
About 1 month ago I adopted a 1 year old black cat. I grew up with outdoor cats, and lived in a home with indoor cats for 2-3 years(my roommate's cats, so they were not bonded to me nor did I have to really take care of them apart from the occasional pet sitting). I've always like cats and for years I wanted to get one, but life circumstances didn't allow. Getting this cat was not on a whim, I have watched so many YouTube videos and cat supply reviews that I got her the best of everything possible (automatic feeder, fountain, cat toys, cat tree, scratch pad) well prior to her arrival in my home .
I went to the foster, and was looking specifically for an aloof, self-reliant cat. I'd been feeling lonely (single woman in 30s, childfree, history of anxiety/depression, was looking for a companion to help me through my days). I picked one specifically that was listed as "will do well in a home as the only cat". I visited her for about 2 hours 1 week prior to the adoption to see what she was like. She was not anxious, made no sounds, and allowed me to pet her no issue. Her foster mom even kept her in a different room from the other cats because she did not play well with them and seemed better off all day left on her own.
What I got is an exceptionally clingy cat who needs to be in proximity to me at all times, who meows constantly for my attention. I don't allow her in my room - I have sleep issues and am very sensitive to sounds but the first 2 weeks she would sit all night at my door and meow the whole night. I got no sleep, and how I have to put her downstairs in a different room at night so that I can get some proper sleep . What I noticed was how irritable I am with her when she "disturbs me". I play with her every night to tire her out. I brush her twice a day. I clean her litterbox twice daily. But everything feels like a chore. All this and meowing doesn't stop.
After I got her, I had a 2-week long panic attack about being a caretaker for this creature, what to do if she got sick, her in my space, etc. I have cried multiple times about this cat. She settled in great instantly by comparison and has bonded to me in a way I see she is now having separation anxiety. I took her to the vet already, everything is fine.
I made a pros and cons list for keeping her, and I had so many more cons listed. I'm not a neat freak normally but I realize I can't stand seeing her going to the litterbox then hopping up on my couch with the same paws. I can't stand the litter tracking throughout my house. I have never cleaned this much in my life. I also can't stand the sound of her grooming herself.
To my friends and family, they see what really is a sweet, affectionate, playful, well behaved, loving animal that has become extremely fond of me. Everyone says not to give her back, or judge me for even planning to do so, which I totally get.
For me, I see a cat I've now gotten sort of used to now after 4 weeks, but that I've realized I do not particularly want to keep. I have had to leave my house on my days off due to her following me around and vocalizing so much in the house it makes me crazy.
With this (and many other events in my past), I have confirmed that I am not an affectionate person. I have pushed keeping her to 1 month to prove to my family (and friends) that I am not some type of person devoid of love and affection (and to see if her vocalizations/clinginess reduce and to allow me to get used to the idea of something else in my home), but I think I have to return her for my mental health.
I feel like a dick for returning the cat who has no behavioral issues at all to the foster home, with the only complaints as -- "too affectionate, too loud". I know if I make the return I will NOT be adopting any other animals in the future.
Anyone experience anything like this?
TL;DR: I adopted a clingy/affectionate cat that I am not bonded to. I am able to provide all necessities for her except attention, love and affection, which is what she wants. I would like to return her to her foster home (who accept returns). Anyone experience anything like this?

I don’t know too much about hermit crabs I got mine from a pet smart in January I wasn’t aware that they molted anyways mine molted last week and I though he died (his name is rusty). I seen his molt and was sure he had died apparently he surface molted, I couldn’t see him in his shell so I placed it on my dresser for a day and I was looking up why he may have died when I found out they molt. I went home and put his shell back in his cage but I didn’t see him for abt 2 days then I seen his claws he was pink and pale so I left him alone for a few days and now he’s back to normal but I would still like to know more about them and maybe why I couldn’t see him in his shell after the first 2 days I even shined a flashlight and the shell looked completely empty (I’m aware I shouldn’t have picked him up as he was stressed enough already) Also I ordered some new shells for him because I’m pretty sure they usually change shells when they molt

I just took a test and it came back positive. I lost my baby back on new years day when I was supposed to be 14 ish weeks but it was only 11-12 weeks before it passed away inside me. I'm terrified to lose again and I'm also terrified it might just be left over hgc but I'm kinda doubting it is. Those 2 lines came up so fast tho. Idk. The loss has just changed my mindset from excited to terrified.