Condom broke
2024.11.27 06:30 Fuzzy_Beat9293 Condom broke
To preface, I (22F) am an extremely anxious person. I'm going to be pretty thorough in this just for the sake of logic. Any advice is appreciated.
I usually get my period in the middle of the month but last month, it came on the 26th. It made sense though because I was very stressed and not sleeping well, etc. This month, my period is seeming to be late again, but once again I am very very stressed and not sleeping or eating well to be honest.
But, my S/O and i have been very active this month. We ALWAYS use condoms as well as pulling out. I also try to avoid my 'fertile' days, although I don't truly know when they are, I just avoid PIV any days where my discharge is that egg-like consistency. Anyway, as the title states, we were having sex and the condom broke. We stopped right away and there was no ejaculation. He did ejaculate a few hours earlier but he did pee since then...
I also did take a pregnancy test earlier in the day just for peace of mind, and it was negative. I took that test before this condom broke, although I don't think that would detect it that early anyway. I do seem to have some PMS symptoms- sore breasts, fatigue, mood swings, but my period seems to come later and later and I think I may not get it this month, which has never happened; as November is almost over.
I am also not on any other kind of birth control as I did not have a positive experience with pills, I don't want BC to mess up my body/fertility, and just from knowing myself, I don't think BC will give my dumb brain any peace of mind. At this point, I should just abstain but I'm never able to keep that promise..
Anyway, please don't shame me for this, I am just very worried and anxious. For some reason I do THINK I am OK, but am still stressing about it.
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2024.11.27 06:30 ManiaforBeatles Hanbyeok Tunnel in late autumn, Jeonju, North Jeolla Province [1440×1800]
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2024.11.27 06:30 marketus New Members Intro
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2024.11.27 06:30 Unable_Roll5775 Where can I see the Dash Miners Reserves?
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2024.11.27 06:30 St4linator Zon-Kuthon Cleric
So I had read most of the new book, and I am so hyped, I find Zon-Kuthon one of the most interesting gods in Golarion, this give me an idea to make a warpriest or the new cleric archetype that worship him, I know paizo removed the alignment and all, yet he still "evil" and so are most of his beliefs.
With that in mind, I have 2 mains question
1- I don't necessarily want to make him a good person per se, but at the same time not evil either, I was thinking of a street medic that only uses risky surgery, because he refuses to use heal spell or ant kind of sedative to reduce the pain, and believes that only pain can lead to a better live, but despite that he, most of the time, only causes pain if the person allowed (I still need to develop on that)
2- More mechanically, his weapon is not a great one, and the spells work better on a cloistered cleric, but how viably a warpriest or a battle harbinger cam be.
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2024.11.27 06:30 katareney hola aqui un poco de la historia de este au de undertale la historia de la guerra de los monstruos contra los humanos es la misma, pero antes de que los humanos encerraran a los monstruos en el subsuelo el doctor gaster rapto a una humana y se la quedo para experimentar con ella.
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2024.11.27 06:30 jiustine umbrella won't close anymore
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2024.11.27 06:30 SaintRidley Popping in with more observations from a noob with no knowledge (no spoilers)
Hi all, it’s me again. I’ve made it a bit further and I have more thoughts.
For reference I’ve watched up through season 2 episode 4, including the OVAs Distress, Sudden Visitor, No Regrets, and Ilse’s Notebook.
- Looking at some of the stuff I said before getting to this point
Second, the stuff about a conspiracy? More and more evidence mounting, though still not sure exactly what the conspiracy entails. The Wall Cult aren’t just crazies, they know the walls are literally made from Titans! And they aren’t telling, but apparently Krista knows something? Did I mention the Walls are made of Titans? What the fuck?
I speculated maybe the dead eaten by Titans are turned into titans. I don’t know if that’s the case, but the moment I saw the weird Titan lying on Connie’s house, I thought “that is abolutely his mom” and later he revealed he thinks so too. So there’s def something about making titans from humans in some way.
- More thoughts on some side characters
Krista and Ymir. Going to put these two together because their lesbian sexual tension is extremely obvious. They are into each other. Hard. Neither of them seems to know the other is into her, but that’s just how being a lesbian works. Ask me how I know.
Anyway, still don’t know a lot about Krista, but she has some knowledge or knows where to get some knowledge that the Wall Cult is hiding. Very intrigued. And Ymir continues to be the tough girl who sees everything as transactional (remember her helping Krista with Sasha during training so Sasha would owe her one?). Anyway, she also can turn into a titan, which I was able to call when it looked like she was going to kill Reiner for noticing that she could read that strange writing. Seems like she and Krista have even more in common now that we know both know things about the past.
Connie’s a good kid. That’s it. That’s the thought.
Reiner gets a little more shine, and he seems like an extremely solid dude. Definition of dependability. He got chewed on a little, but at least he didn’t lose the arm.
I’m so glad we got more Sasha. Looks like before training, she was very uninterested in other people and only looking out for herself and her family. She didn’t think other people mattered at all, and it’s interesting to see that past contrasted against her present, especially as she saves the little girl before fighting that Titan alone armed only with a bow and four arrows. That’s some seriously valiant stuff from the girl who lives for good all the time.
Speaking of Sasha, the OVA about her and Jean doing the cooking contest for Pixis was like a fever dream that leaned far more to comedy than the show typically seems to go for. It did give some interesting insight into Jean, though I’m not entirely sure what to make of it. He seems to be kind of a colossal dick to his mom for no clear reason? Like I’d get it if it seemed like she was abusive or something, but I don’t really get it based off what I’ve seen. Is he just embarrassed to be the kid whose mommy comes and brings him food because it might make him look soft or weak, so he simply projects an image of rudeness and not needing others to mask the lack of self confidence? Pixis was really fun in this, that’s for sure.
No Regrets gives us a lot of backstory on Levi. He was living beneath the capital in an underground city, doing smuggling and stuff with stolen ODM gear to get enough money to afford to buy the right to live above ground. This is absolutely the kind of stuff I was hoping to see in terms of fleshing out the society and its apparent extreme class stratification. Again, it’s a sick society and while the people in it don’t deserve to die, they do deserve a better society.
The way Levi winds up in the scouts is interesting. The rich man makes him a deal - kill Erwin and be granted citizenship above ground. Meanwhile, Erwin is down there to apprehend him and his friends, only to offer him a job as part of the Scouts. Which, like, that comes with the right to live above ground, so I guess the fact that they still put killing Erwin as plan A makes a little sense since presumably the hit would have allowed them to not have to join the scouts, but anyway. Harrowing first journey for Levi, and I wonder if this was supposed to be the same scout mission that Eren watched coming back in episode 2. I definitely feel like I understand him better now.
Hange Zoe can still do all the science to me. More on her below in a different section, though.
- Eren
Anyway, we’re starting to get some more bits and pieces of things about his abilities, and apparently he might be able to harden his body similarly to the Wall titans and Annie and then get out of Titan form to patch the wall. An interesting thought, and I’m especially curious to see if it works and how much more control he can exercise over the transformations.
I still think his endgame will be somewhere along the lines of what I said last post.
- Beast Titan
Also, I feel like the titans he let loose on the castle ruins were all the people from Connie’s village. The fact that nobody was there, there was no blood. The beast Titan did some kind of something to them and turned them into titans. No need to breach the wall if you can turn the people inside into titans. Which opens a bunch of new questions about what the hell was Eren’s dad doing in that basement.
- Ilse’s Notebook
There is something very, very secret that only a few people in this world even know about that’s going on with the titans. Some kind of really strange conspiracy is afoot. The fact that the titan seemed to start tearing apart its face out of shame (?) when Ilse berated it for not answering her questions raises so many more questions. I was enjoying the show, but this is what has made me consider myself invested now.
- Miscellaneous thoughts and such
Ymir was, in Norse mythology, the giant from whose body Midgard was formed. A fitting name to reference in this show, but now I’m really curious how and if the two different contexts of the character and whatever religion (?) the titans have are related somehow? Feels weird that Ymir would simply be named that if the titans have a particular reverence for ymir’s subjects.
Annie is hibernating. Probably not getting any answers out of her until season 3, possibly 4. We’re def seeing her go big again someday. Way too much upside not to.
I know the show wants me to be thinking about whether Eren and Mikasa have a romantic bond they both haven’t realized yet, but the familial bond of having adopted her into the family and saving each other’s lives after her parents were killed is way more interesting to me. I’m not sure most of the other characters even know that, and they seem to assume there’s something romantic. I hope they’re wrong because that would be really funny.
The wall cult knows the walls are titans. Explains their major issue with alterations to the walls. Starting to wonder if the walls may have been named after people/titans involved in their construction. Maybe the walls were made from captive titans? But when and by whom?
The corruption among the military police within Wall Sina is not unexpected.
I didn’t really talk about Eren losing control before eventually regaining control and plugging the hole in the gate. [Insert smart thoughts about character growth, this being kinda part of doing an arc about learning to control great power, etc. here]
Anyway, gonna watch episode five of season 2 here soon and probably have my world turned upside down yet again. Guessing Eren and crew will be arriving just in time to learn about Ymir’s ability to transform, and also we’ll get started learning things about what she and Krista know.
Later!
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2024.11.27 06:30 lilbthaprince 2nd album title theory
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2024.11.27 06:30 YourGlacier Do you need a passport for air travel, or is an enhanced ID that works for regular border crossings work?
I hope someone can help, I Googled and got a little confused. I figured people in this community probably know a lot about going between Canada/USA.
My grandmother is on life support in Newfoundland and I regularly go to Victoria/Vancouver (like 2-3x a year) via train or car, so I don't have a passport since I live like 1 hour from the border in the states and my ID is enhanced for easy border crossing.
However, since I can't take a train or car to Newfoundland, I was wondering if enhanced ID works for flying or if I'm gonna have to rush a passport next week?
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2024.11.27 06:30 camilaa_hdzz Esposa con complicidad del esposo o esposa casada infiel???
Opinen al priv
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2024.11.27 06:30 Nervous_Leadership49 Which one of the bronx drill rappers gonna die first predict below
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2024.11.27 06:30 GCRealEstateListings 7 Essential Tips for Successfully Negotiating with Property Sellers
When it comes to negotiating with property sellers, having a solid game plan can really make a difference. Here’s a rundown of some essential tips that can help you navigate the process more smoothly.
- Understand the Market and Set Realistic Expectations: Before diving into negotiations, you gotta know what’s happening in the market. Check out local trends, pricing, and how long homes are sitting on the market. For example, if similar homes in your area are selling for around $300,000, don’t go in offering $250,000 unless you have a good reason. This knowledge gives you leverage and shows the seller that you mean business.
- Active Listening and Building Rapport: It’s super important to actually listen to what the seller is saying. If they mention needing to sell fast because of a job relocation, you can tailor your offer to include a quick closing. Building a connection can also help—try sharing a personal story about your own home-buying experience. It makes things feel more friendly and less transactional.
- Strategic Pricing and Counteroffers: When you get an offer, think carefully about how to respond. Countering close to your asking price can keep you in a strong position. You might even want to set a deadline for your counteroffer to create a sense of urgency. I’ve seen this work when I countered quickly with a deadline, and it pushed the buyer to make a decision faster.
- Utilize Concessions and Reciprocity: Offering concessions can sweeten the deal without hitting your bottom line too hard. For instance, if you agree to cover closing costs or provide a home warranty, it can make your asking price more appealing. Plus, when you give a little, sellers often feel more inclined to give back in some way.
- Manage Emotions and Stay Professional: Negotiations can get emotional, but it’s crucial to keep things professional. Take deep breaths and focus on what you really want instead of getting caught up in the heat of the moment. Staying calm helps you think clearly and stick to your plan.
- Leverage Timing and Multiple Options: Timing really matters in negotiations. Be strategic about when you present offers—sometimes waiting for the right moment can work in your favor. Also, presenting multiple options can make sellers feel like they have control, which often leads to better outcomes for you.
- Be Prepared to Walk Away: Know your limits and be ready to walk away if the deal isn’t right for you. This shows that you’re serious about what you want, and sometimes it can even encourage sellers to reconsider their terms. I’ve had instances where walking away led sellers to come back with a better offer after thinking it over.
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2024.11.27 06:30 Peter_Sullivan How do I reset my study habits and be more productive?
Hey everyone,
I've always struggled with studying. Throughout my life, I spent countless hours sitting at a desk, only to barely pass my exams. After finishing university and pursuing certifications, this bad habit stuck with me.
Now, I’m in a situation where I work full-time, have a family with kids, and still try to squeeze in time to study.
The problem is, I’ve never really figured out what works best for me. One thing I know for sure is that simply reading isn’t the way for me.
Do you have any advice on how to "reset" my approach? I need to be way more productive and start somewhere. I've read books and papers that say active recall is the most effective method, but honestly, I find it tough (maybe I didn’t try hard enough).
Thanks a ton in advance for any tips! 🙏
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2024.11.27 06:30 KriwareSecurityFeed Disclosure of 7 Android and Google Pixel Vulnerabilities
Researchers revealed seven Android/Pixel flaws, risking privilege escalation and data theft.
https://blog.oversecured.com/Disclosure-of-7-Android-and-Google-Pixel-Vulnerabilities/
#android #pixel
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2024.11.27 06:30 Ble1818 GoH or CUA Request - Park Hyatt DC 12/16-12/19
GoH or CUA Request - Park Hyatt DC 12/16-12/19
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2024.11.27 06:30 heysrb New Members Intro
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2024.11.27 06:30 Aerodyctile Audi goes on rampage in Ahmedabad
2024.11.27 06:30 Southern_Ad1984 Ask Anything Thread
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2024.11.27 06:30 Flaky_Competition581 28m chubby bi cuck forced into a dress and panties by another redditor. Please don't bully me TOO much. Kik FirstLast151 teleguard: 86W5QU4RL
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2024.11.27 06:30 lacilucindaa urgent question about episode 2
i’m replaying the game for the first time in a year or two, and i wanted to get the parting ways ending. i’ve avoided doing anything deemed as bad, such as lying or stealing, done everything i can to have a good relationship with daniel and pick any option that doesn’t involve bickering or yelling at daniel for using his powers. the ONLY “bad” thing i did was knock out hank and steal the camping supplies. every other instance, i have PAID FOR EVERYTHINGGG.
i followed every step to not get chris hit by the police car at the end of episode 2. got him to open up, talked to his dad, told daniel to tell him the truth, he said he did, and chris still got hit by the car.
i need to know before i continue, if i can still get the parting ways ending even if chris has been hit by the car? is it solely because i took the camping gear and knocked that old racist out? like i’m being so serious when i say i have done EVERYTHING to better daniels morality & our relationship. told him stealing is wrong, cheating is wrong, lying is wrong, the whole roundabout.
i’m just so confused as to why chris still got hit, but i can live with it honestly if i can still get the ending im shooting for this time.
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2024.11.27 06:30 lss_str_01 Post_(block)_to_report_11/26/24-22:30:00
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2024.11.27 06:30 Glittering_Rapier I’m a janitor at this church, it won’t let me quit
Before I list the encounters I’ve witnessed, I believe it’s necessary for one to understand me as a person and the circumstances leading to my employment with the Eternal Jubilee Church. I’m not a religious or spiritual person by any stretch of the imagination, nothing against it, but I have never felt compelled by it at all.
As a person born and raised in the South, I was at a Baptist church for every service or event no matter what. Large or small, my family was very involved in the church. My grandfather was a deacon, my uncles on both sides were pastors for two unrelated churches, and my father helped out a lot with the youth group; suffice to say we put the bible in the Bible Belt.
I never resented this and yet I felt nothing towards it… Even as a child, the songs felt hollow. I remember being jealous of my siblings and parents, for they could find happiness and solace in their faith. I found nothing, not even hatred. I wanted to believe but I just couldn’t. After graduating highschool, I grew restless of my little town in the coming years. This dissatisfaction with life manifested itself through laziness and other unhealthy habits.
Butting heads with my family more than ever over lifestyle choices, I finally cut contact and decided to never look back. I would learn to regret this. Much to the dismay of my family, my significant other and I decided to move to their tiny hometown in the mountains. Having similar upbringings, my partner’s family was very involved in the local church as well. Down on our luck, his father begrudgingly helped me get a job as a custodian at their church, the Eternal Jubilee.
However, fate had other plans for us. My partner was very eager to get home, and yet, was so consumed by misery to actually be there. It started off somewhat minor, becoming kinda distant and eating less, but it snowballed quicker than I could have ever imagined. His emotions became increasingly erratic, with fits of explosive anger or quiet sulking. He was never an emotional man, so the sight of him weeping was completely foreign to me. I just didn’t know how to approach these intense emotions, but they became a regular occurrence.
There were some days he couldn’t even look in my direction without crying. I would try to console him, only for him to become belligerently angry. He apologized to me frequently, but often over strange and vague reasons. But all the same, he would “blame” me for equally vague reasons mere hours after an apology. He would habitually disappear, all hours of the night, supposedly to visit his family.
Rigid and controlling, his parents would call daily without fail. They’d stop by often as well, but would prefer to speak to him privately. They always seemed to be lurking around the corner, no matter the day. His parents would very rarely look in my general direction, let alone speak to me. Generally cordial to their son, they would turn ice cold when frustrated with him. I remember seeing him begin to cry in front of his father, only for the older man to push him to the ground as hard as he could. I tried to intervene, only for his father to walk away, not even acknowledging my existence.
I can’t even repeat the vile things my partner called me for trying to stick up for him. This just wasn’t him… It couldn’t be, he would have never said those things to me before. After being coerced by his family, he joined a “faith booster” at their church and was there more often than not. I could not attend due to the special memberships his families had. I began to see him less and less, maybe once or twice a week. He wouldn’t even look me in the eye anymore…
Only living there for a month, he succumbed to the battle with his mental health and took his own life. Only leaving behind a note, an excerpt of his poetry:
”A fly fell in love with a spider, throwing itself into its web. A trap, maybe, but one could see the spider had fallen in love with the fly. But instinct is stronger than love, oh no! Forgive the spider for its hunger. But who was trapped? For the spider’s heart was in the fly’s trap all along.”
There is not a day that goes by where I don’t miss him. I don’t understand why or how it took such a drastic turn. I feel guilty for not understanding, for not saying the right thing, for not being able to stop it. I know his parents blame me for his death. After the service, they made it very clear they had no interest in keeping in contact. I had to keep moving. Keep working. Keep my head down until the pain goes away. I’m sorry Wade.
I thought my hometown was small… It makes this place look like a speck. If it were up to me we would have moved to a city, somewhere with life, somewhere open minded. But he wanted to come here, to the town that would eventually kill him. For as sparsely populated as the town was, there were many different churches in the area. Many of them small and secluded, all dwarfed by the monolith that was the Eternal Jubilee Church. It was not on any digital maps and actually finding the massive building was surprisingly difficult at first.
A massive, peculiar structure; the Eternal Jubilee resembled many of the Baptist megachurches in theory, but its strange layout gave the impression of a building mindlessly built larger and larger. A modern day Tower of Babel. I know I keep emphasizing its size and I might be exaggerating just a bit, but it was truly out of place to be in the middle of nowhere.
Too grandiose for a backwater church, the top of its ever-tall steeple was tipped in a golden two-pronged implement resembling a pitchfork. That’s another thing. There wasn’t a cross in sight within the building, at least, in none of the rooms I’ve cleaned. I’m sure there’s more. With the building being empty most days of the week, it is a very lonesome job other than the scattered staffing. The pay, surprisingly, was fantastic for what the basic duties were.
We have a team of six custodians: Titus the bitter curmudgeon, shifty Dale, ditzy Pearl, ignorant Ray Nathan, quiet Barry, and the forgettable Tom or Tony. Not 100% sure of his name, he never wears his name tag for some reason. As well established, I’m not an adamant believer in the supernatural but the isolation can get to you. Strange noises, odd shadows, figures out of the corner of your eye, rooms changing slightly in layout after leaving; these are very common things to hear on our lunch break.
Much to the ire of Titus, a man who was almost as mean as he was old. Having seniority, he’d often bark orders at the team. He hated the supernatural babble and hell he almost punched Ray-Nathan for saying “maybe the church is alive, I swear I hear breathing in the walls sometimes.” He wasn’t exactly wrong though; the various classrooms, gymnasiums, and offices did all look very similar. It was easy to mistake them, but it did feel like rooms would shift ever so slightly. No matter what Titus or the pastor said.
The pastor of the Eternal Jubilee was the eccentric Lysander Sinclair, a hazbin rockstar turned child of god. Pastor Lysander was an odd man, both in appearance and personality. Short and concerningly thin, the pastor engulfed his small frame in a tacky lavender and gold suit. Despite being ill-fitting, this affront to fashion was his “lucky trademark” and he was seldom seen without it.
They say he was beautiful once, before the debaucherous and drug-ridden lifestyle of a glam rocker left him aged and scarred. His features were ever so sharp, high hollow cheekbones and a finely pointed nose gave the little pastor an almost statuesque appearance. His lips were thin and scarred, always seeming to be curled into a faint smirk.
There was something off about his eyes: bright green, feverish, and frantic. His stare always gave the impression that whatever he did back in the 70s still had lasting effects on his mind. The pastor’s study was stranger still, a large office of many mirrors with a small golden calf resting upon his desk. Lysander always seemed uncomfortable when someone went near his study, for one reason or another.
In truth, Lysander’s band: Holy Harem was never quite as popular as he let on but it always seemed to come up in conversation. “The Krazy Kourt of the Kobra King” is the only Holy Harem song to really gain traction, it's catchy enough I suppose.
I hated being around pastor Lysander. I felt bad but he just made me so uncomfortable: the almost whimsical melodic way he spoke, his rough uncanny androgyny, the unblinking panicked stare that could strip any man down to his very core.
He is at the church more often than not, keeping mostly to himself in his study. However, he does have a tendency to haunt the halls and classrooms of the empty church. Guided by his own reflection in the flooring and humming a long forgotten song he probably wrote. You can tell when he talks to people, he’s focused on his own reflection in their eyes.
For as strange as this man is, the people of this town are fiercely loyal to pastor Lysander and the Eternal Jubilee Church. With how they talk about him, you’d think Lysander is their God. Interestingly enough, a lot of the members of the church are bizarrely wealthy. Suffice to say, both the pastor and the offering plate are spoiled by the populace.
I was very skeptical at first. The stories that were told in the break room would get increasingly bizarre: horned shadows, beautiful women with gold coins for eyes appearing in mirrors, passing rooms with young men dancing naked only for them to disappear without a trace, hoof marks on carpet, etc.
Other than Barry randomly finding a golden coin in his pocket, nothing unnatural has happened in several weeks. Until near the end of one of my many shifts, I had come across the petrified Pearl stuttering out incoherent ramblings.
Trying my best to calm her down, I could only decipher bits and pieces of what she was struggling to say. Something “pale and horned” had run past her, slamming its way to the stairwell of the boiler room below. Now the boiler room was in the lowest part of the basement and the top of the door frame is too high for most people to reach.
However, I could plainly see two massive hand prints stained in something that shimmered like liquid gold above the door frame… Upon closer examination, the basement was entirely empty. Other than a golden lock of a woman’s hair and a single coin, strangely bearing the visage of a bull’s head.
“You saw the one with horns… I’ve been seeing its shadow for the past month,” Dale spat overall unphased by the tale. Dale had been working with the church longer than anyone, save for Titus. A cold, grizzled man; no one really knew where Dale was from or what he did prior to getting the job as a janitor. What was known about Dale Ortega was he’s an agnostic and has seen “a lot of shit in his day” which is an odd way of wording it since he’s 24. A former drifter and self described “survivor,” I think it’s wise not to cross Dale.
Pearl, the cheerful woman who never had anything but a smile, didn’t speak another word before clocking out early with a face hardened by fear. She didn’t come back obviously. I heard she died in a car accident recently. Damn shame.
Ray Nathan, ever the instigator, slammed the coins on Lysander’s desk. Lysander, being a man of many nervous habits, began to fiddle with his fortune of gold rings compulsively.
“What curious little tokens, friend, but offerings are put in the tithe box.” Pastor Lysander cooed in his typical relaxed stupor.
“What are they?” Ray Nathan grimaced, leaning down closer to Lysander. He was a large man, thick of arm and thicker of mind. Tall, powerful, and imposing; Ray Nathan was a mule of a man and absolutely dwarfed the most likely malnourished pastor. Lysander gently ran his long, skinny fingers against the bull’s head emblazoned on the coin.
“You bring before me, man. This is mankind, our very nature wrought into being. The reflection of our soul-“ Lysander’s vague, vapid answer was interrupted by Ray Nathan’s agitated snort.
“Save the riddles, pastor. I wanna know what the hell these are and what the hell is wrong with this place. I have put up with enough! You’ve heard the stories, down to the last detail…”
“You’ve never attended one of our services, Mr Raymond. I’m sure a sermon would enlighten you…”
“I was born Baptist, I’ll die Baptist. Not whatever the hell you are!” Ray Nathan’s outburst and uncontrollable anger was quickly halted by the pastor’s eyes. For the first time since the 70’s, Lysander Sinclair looked focused and alert. His horrible green eyes, like a viper’s gaze, cleaved right through the big man’s bravado.
“I am a prophet of the true god… A brute and assailant such as yourself would not understand. Do not forget your place, friend” the Pastor hissed. “I assure you this is a house of God, the only thing wrong is those who doubt the word. Now, tell me, whose head is on this coin and whose inscription is stamped on it? Render unto Caesar what is Caesar’s, Raymond” the pastor said harshly as he stuck the coins in his pocket. “I must bid you a good day for I am a very busy man. Lest we forget, who else would hire you with that record of yours? Feel free to take the rest of the day off… I expect a calmer disposition for your next shift, is that understood?”
And for the first time probably in his life, Raymond Nathan Morrigan felt small. The big man nodded in defeat. It was over. Ray Nathan went into the pastor’s office as a defiant, confused man and left it a whipped dog. He was never quite the same after the confrontation, not nearly as loud or brazen. He just kept his head down and worked like the rest of us, I surely thought he’d quit. Haunting the halls of the Eternal Jubilee, like a somber ghost of his past self. Maybe he saw something deep within the pastor’s eyes, a danger hiding beneath the glossy eyed stupor.
The place just felt so wrong and yet so alluring, I would catch myself thinking about it on my days off. Anything to fill my mind in that empty house… Up to that point, I hadn’t experienced anything too out of the ordinary. I’d hear a strange noise from time to time or some of my supplies would suddenly go missing but nothing too egregious. That would unfortunately come to an end. One night, I was cleaning up the gymnasium from one of the many damned youth activities that absolutely trash the place, alone of course. Everything was fine, until a cloying musk began to choke the entirety of the gym. At first it was merely a sweet and floral scent, yet it thickened into a noxious stench of perfume and scented oils.
Out of the blue, I was struck by an uneasiness I have yet to experience again. Something was off, very off. It was like I was sensing something foreign to this world, something not meant to be here. It’s a hard feeling to describe, almost like you found out the world was about to explode. Such panic and awe, both amazement and terror as one.
An unknown shape materialized off in the distance, causing my body to tingle with a bizarrely pleasant sensation. I tried to speak but to no avail, as my mouth was consumed by the vulgar taste of metal and an unfamiliar sweetness. Very clearly in my peripheral vision, a pale naked figure was atop the stage. Too tall to be a normal person with both male and female traits, it bore golden eyes and no noticeable genitalia. Innumerable piercings and chains of gold dotted its body in a sickening shimmer.
Whatever this thing was, I tried to pretend like I didn’t notice it. Maybe it will disappear like all the stories I hear from Dale and Ray Nathan. It just stood there, staring with its coin-filled sockets. It was repulsive, but also beautiful. I was filled with an unreasonably powerful urge to stare right at it. It took every ounce of concentration to not look at the golden hermaphrodite.
And for the most agonizing seconds of my life, I swore I could hear Wade’s voice beckoning me. I NEEDED to look. But just like that, it was gone without a trace. Immediately being hit by intense nausea, I ran to the closest bathroom as my dinner came roiling up. Unfortunately I wasn’t quick enough, retching all over a sink. Amidst the acid and bile, a golden coin violently erupted from my throat. I couldn’t believe it, it was a coin. God help us, I just threw up a coin. Completely and utterly clean of any bile, the coin was engraved with two lovers locked in a passionate embrace.
The voice in my head screamed to run and never look back, leave this damn town and all these backwater hicks behind. I need to go somewhere lively and normal, somewhere nice, a place he would still be alive in…
But then another voice slithered into my head, smooth and silken, I needed to stay. He wanted to be here, didn’t he? Like cloying perfume, a thousand thoughts of doubt clouded my mind. Isolation is getting to you. Are you going to go crawling back home? Are you going to prove mom and dad right? You’re going crazy. You can’t leave, you couldn’t afford it. They got you this job, you not only kill their son but also spit on their kindness. You are a sinner. He would miss you… The Church would miss you.
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