This quote hit me so hard. I I'm in my early twenties and I'm dreading getting old but this quote helped me make peace with it

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It is rare for an entire Dinochrome Brigade to be deployed. Over a thousand of us, each of us capable of defending or assaulting an entire continent, it seems almost as if it is a waste of firepower. Standard doctrine is to deploy ten to fifteen to assault a world, five to ten to defend a world.

But the new enemy, they use tactics beyond normal scope of the modern battlefield. Temporal distortions flicker and blossom across the planet, bringing in more foes or perhaps just rewinding our foes to before they had been engaged and destroyed.

The Brigade had been in for refit, Service Life Extension Program mandatory upgrades to software, hardware, and a new armor laminate, meaning the entire Brigade, which was being deployed across the entire Unified Council War Zone, was being serviced by V Corps maintenance and service shops.

But then the humans, almost entirely, died within a single hour.

Which left us without human commanders.

The Dinochrome Division can fight, and prevail, without a human operator, but it degrades our performance by 42.284572%. Some strange quirk of the human mind, of naturally evolving neural tissue, enhances the combat abilities of a Mark XXIX-D9A above and beyond what mere mechanical engineering, computer programming, and weapons development can account for.

However, humans often prepare for a worst case scenario that often appears to only be possible if everything goes right for the enemy, or drastically wrong for humanity.

BOLO know of these preparations and counter-measures. While we often war-game them, it is more to indulge in the exotic than out of any real computation that such a thing would come to pass.

That every BOLO commander of the entire Dinochrome Division would fall down and die within an hour is something covered only in a few scenarios, and one we have never taken seriously.

Our makers, however, foresaw such a thing, and prepared for it.

*Which is why I, and all of my Brigade mates, were now commanded by what appeared to be an adolescent female Terran Descent Human dressed in a school girl uniform. Cloned by the medical systems in the command couch, fed knowledge from my database, and implanted with neural engrams to be able to uti

okay this was a trend like...forever ago but i’ve been thinking about this for some groups and uhhhh yeah here it is lol. this is kind of a roast of groups/fandoms (including my own favorite groups!) but i promise it’s all in good fun!! also there isn’t really an explanation for most of these it’s just vibes!! i hope i don’t offend anyone!!

bts makes music for millennials who had an emo phase in high school

blackpink makes music for tiktok influencers who are way too good at makeup

exo makes music for film snobs who won’t shut up about quentin tarantino

twice makes music for teenagers who write fanfic (usually fluff, sometimes smut)

seventeen makes music for those people who like disney just a lil too much. you know the ones

red velvet makes music for theatre kids

nct makes music for ”skater” kids who don’t actually skate

mamamoo makes music for twentysomethings who love brunch and drink way too much wine

stray kids makes music for furries artsy emo kids who are kinda scary til you realize they like rescue ducks or something

no i will not be accepting criticism :)

I need to remember what I’ve learned, so that I know what I need to unlearn. For her.

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When I was four years old, I remember answering the door without a shirt on. My grandma was watching me and my brothers at home. I guess she invited some guy over. Afterwards, I remember being scolded for letting a man see my bare chest.

I learned that something is wrong with my body. That it needs to be covered and that I’m bad if it isn’t.

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I remember this same grandma sarcastically replying to my young pleadings for candy and toys with: “How do you plan to pay for them? With your good looks?”

I learned that being pretty can get me what I want.

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I remember being told by smiling strangers that my big brown eyes were sure to cause trouble for my dad. I remember being told that I’d need to “fight off” boys.

I learned that boys are dangerous, but that to be wanted by them is a good thing.

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I remember my mom refusing to leave the house before “putting on her face.” I remember thinking that was a funny thing to say—that she didn’t have a face without makeup.

I remember when I started shaving my legs. I asked my mom how often she shaved hers. She said every day.

I learned that it’s important to always look your best, and that you’re not really you unless you’re the best-looking version of you.

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I remember hearing and sharing countless “your mama’s so fat” jokes in elementary school. I remember hearing my stepdad tell cruder versions to his friends.

I learned that being fat is such a bad thing that it can bring shame to your family.

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When I was ten years old, I remember wearing my mom’s high school cheerleading uniform for Halloween. It was perfect, her school colors were orange and black. I remember outgrowing it within two years and feeling embarrassed and resentful toward anyone smaller than me, including my own mother.

I remember this sentiment being shared amongst my friends, with a popular attitude of “She’s perfect. I hate her.”

I learned that to acknowledge another girl’s beauty somehow detracts from my own.

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I remember spending a hot, summer weekend at my dad’s house when I was eleven years old. My little brother and sister were playing outside in the sprinkler and I’d put on my two-piece bathing suit to join them. I remember my stepmom looking at the hair on my lower back in disgust and telling me that she’d wax it if she were me. I later remember the fixation I developed, crying as I wrote about it in my diary and vowing

TW: Child abuse, murder.

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Intro

One of my favourite podcasts of all time is called "Broken Harts" by Glamour. The hosts did a phenomenal job with their research, providing very objective and detailed event timelines while also remaining incredibly compassionate and respectful towards the victims. There was a massive injustice done here by multiple failures of the system and six beautiful children were lost forever because they fell through the cracks. I teared up quite a few times while listening and no, I cannot recommend it enough (If you're into true crime and have a stronger stomach, that is).

The podcast is about the Hart family murders, wherein a mother of six adopted children drove her SUV off of a cliff in California and essentially annihilated her entire family. While there were multiple multiple speculations of neglect and general abuse within the Hart household, most people didn't suspect a thing since Jennifer Hart (The driver of the SUV) was highly active one of those inspirational mommy-blogs on Facebook. There was a really harrowing interview(?) with a woman in one episode who says she and her partner found a really sweet looking picture of all of the kids painting on Jennifer's page; But upon closer inspection they both realized that there wasn't any paint on the paintbrushes.

So then what does this have to do with Karissa?

Listen!! I am not in any way accusing Karissa of being a homicidal rubber band, ready to snap at any moment. I think she's nuts for sure, but a murderer? No. Absolutely not.

So to be clear: This is not an accusation. This is only a compilation of patterns that I find of interest ever since having heard about the Hart family case.

Jennifer Hart seemed to have a lot of love for her kids if you'd only ever brushed past still photos and the long, heartful captions underneath them on Facebook. But in reality there were multiple instances of abuse towards her children behind the scenes. I truly think she resented her children when they couldn't be utilized as objects for clout. She loved to tell [achingly positive stories](https://media.glamour.com/photos/5b870f9742d5403957dc2027/master/w_1600%2Cc_limit/Hart-frami

I just turned 20 and I'm looking for songs that capture the hopeful, sometimes fearful essence of youth. Songs I've enjoyed that I feel fall into this category include: New by Yves (LOONA) and Palette by IU ft GD. Looking for any other songs with a similar vibe.

Hey guys! This is my first write up on here. The Fort Worth Three is a case that has baffled me since I first heard of it a few years ago. I live in Fort Worth and frequently drive past the location where the girls went missing, as well as the neighborhoods they lived in beforehand, so the case hits close to home. I would love to hear what others think of the case.

The Disappearance

Wandering through the La Gran Plaza in Fort Worth, Texas, one would never suspect that this shabby shopping center was once Fort Worth’s most popular shopping mall. Nestled in an area plagued by homelessness and poverty, La Gran Plaza now caters to the largely Hispanic population that surrounds the area. In the 1970s, however, things were strikingly different. The Seminary South Shopping Center, as it was known at the time, was the first of its kind in Fort Worth, with an array of department stores, including a three-story Sears, and cascading fountains throughout the property. On December 23rd, 1974, it’s easy to imagine the mall in a bit of a frenzy as last-minute Christmas shoppers flocked in for final items on their shopping lists. It is here, amongst the hustle and bustle of the holiday season, that the Fort Worth trio were seen for the last time. 45 years have now passed, and police are no closer to solving this cold-case than they were on the day the nightmare first began.

For Renee Wilson (14), the morning dawned with excitement. She was staying at her grandmother’s house, which, conveniently enough, was right across the street from her boyfriend Terry’s house. He had woken her up early and given her a promise ring, pledging to love her forever. The two were going to a Christmas party together that evening, and she was excited to show the ring off to her friends and family. When her friend, Rachel Trlica (17), called her to ask if she wanted to go shopping, Renee was hesitant. She finally agreed on the condition that they be back by 4 PM, to ensure she would have plenty of time to get ready for the party. Renee asked Terry if he would like to accompany them, but he declined, as he had made plans to spend time with a friend who was sick. However, Terry’s little sister, Julie Moseley (9), wanted to go. The older girls said Julie could come if she asked her mom for permission, perhaps on the assumption that Julie’s mom would say no. Julie’s mom did initially say no, but Julie begged. Julie’s mom finally acquiesced that she could go, as long as she was home by 6 P