Screaming Puns

Typical team: Sym Spider, AV, Scream, Pun

I had no issue dropping Emma in about 20 hits with no need to stun her.

The final wave that drops after her is actually broken, it’s impossible to take more than 1 turn before the team is wiped. 150k damage per day output vs around 13 million total HP on this wave. That’s a few months to progress past just this wave.

Cap Marvel always specials or Ults, Ms Marvel assists and BB burps. Either you lose AV or AV’s revive can’t be used after BB’s passive takes out another char

2 x X23 always target AV (hard coded to attack support?) ensuring AV ability block or death after her multi hit & BB burp.

BB resets your character’s energy to pre-attempt levels, so good luck sacrificing several attempts / days to try for aligned Ults. It’s basic attacks all the way with this wave.

Finally the aligned rotation of Ms Marvel’s always Ult AOE & team energy & assist, JJ clear debuffs, CA taunt & energy to team rounds out your team being cleared in 1 turn every time

Plan for this wave, do not concern yourself with Emma Frost as many posts are mentioning.

Dreamcatcher is known for having a very distinctive styling that matches their nighmare concept very well. I always enjoy watching stage mixes to remember an era and today after watching Deja vu's stage mix I had the idea to rank the eras in terms of styling

Disclaimer: english is not my first languaje so if I describe a clothing item wrong or in a confusing way, please tell me in the comments so I can correct it. Also, I'm only including the title tracks cause otherwise we all know that red sun's outfits would win haha Finally, I pretty much like every era's styling but I thought this would be fun, so don't take this too seriously

8. Scream The suits were nice in general (the cuts/holes were a nice twist!) but the furry ones ESPECIALLY the brown ones... sorry dc

9. Good night era The styling was definetly iconic and unforgettable but the shiny silver outfits were a bit too much and didn't follow imo the general vibe of the concept

10. Fly high era They were probably the more distinctive ones out of all dc's outfits, they were cute and iconic but there was not much variation

11. Deja vu era The black shiny ones were SO pretty. That's all I have to say here

12. Chase me era ICONIC

13. You and I era Iconic pt2. No but really, in you and I era dc's popularity grew a lot and I think that a relevant factor in the succes of the comeback was the iconic styling: unique, aesthetic and with nice details (the little scarf, the arm belt thingy)

14. What era This was a hard decision because 'What' era's styling was on a whole new level: each member had their own outfit and vibe, the hairstyles, the colors, everything was perfect. But there can only be one winner

15. Piri era This might be an unpopular opinion because I rarely see people talk about Piri era in terms of styling. But imo this was not only a very stylish era, it also reflected perfectly dc's concept. And here are the reasons:

16. Every member got a different outfit (yay!) and imo they fitted every member very well!

17. The fabrics, cloths and lace were such a nice touch!

18. And the most important reason, they SCREAM (pun totally intended) Dreamcatcher. In 'What' era even though the styling was a little bit better, it didn't give me dc vibes at all. This is not necessarily a bad thing, it's nice that they can explore different styles and all but part of what makes me like dc so much is their concept, and Piri imo represents it perfectly

So that's my take. What's your favourite era?

As we all know, President Howard Dean screamed (pun intended) his way into sweeping the democratic primaries that year over weaker candidates like John Kerry. The famous “Dean Scream” elevated him to stardom within the party, and portrayed the energy that democrats had in the face of the largely unpopular Bush.

But let’s say John Kerry gets the nomination. Maybe the Dean Scream is somehow portrayed negatively? What would 4 more years of Bush mean for America and the World?

We all know that Bert's screams were phenomenal back in the day. Second to none. But I also think it's no secret that he just can't do it like he used to, due to health concerns and such. While the legacy of Bert's screams cannot be understated, I think it's time they address the issue and hire on a full-time unclean vocalist to take care of screaming from now on. The Used shows just don't have the same energy that they used to when Bert holds the mic out to the crowd for 90% of the screaming parts. While I know bands grow and evolve, screaming as always been an integral part of The Used's sound, and I would like someone fully abled to do so scream on future Used releases and scream on all current and old songs at shows from now on. I know Jeph helps sometimes and they'll bring on guests to scream every now and then, but those just aren't nearly on the same level as Bert's old screams. I would like a new permanent fixture that just screams (pun intended) The Used. What do you think?

The Nineties

I can't sleep. I've been staring at my ceiling all night, watching the fan turn slowly in place, moths decorating the tiles, a battered dream catcher swaying above me. I have a difficult relationship with sleep, I always have and as it turns out, always will. I often wake up covered in sweat, screaming or kicking the wall. Once, I woke up in a different part of the house, staring out at the darkened swimming pool, a gaping black hole in the ground at night, one that I would have dreams about, that it was swallowing me.

I want to sleep and I don't want to sleep. I don't want to be tired in the morning, but I also don't want the dreams, and I worry that if I close my eyes, someone will come in my room - this isn't a child's paranoia, I have no concerns about the bogeyman or the monster under my bed. It's not paranoia when it keeps happening. It could be any one of them who shows up.

Usually it's my mother, standing beside my bed and staring down at me - sometimes she only does it for a minute or two. Sometimes she stays there longer. If I hold very still she might go away, or she might sit down on my bed and keep staring. During these times, she makes me think of the line of porcelain dolls on the far wall of my room, the ones I hate with their glassy open hollow gazes.

Sometimes it's someone else, and that's worse.

Tonight I can't sleep because it's my birthday. I'm excited the way people on death row are excited for their big day. Excited is just an adjective. Excited doesn't mean good.

My mother has made a cake. She does this every year, painstakingly decorating it over the course of two days, piping icing on one drop at a time in the shape of characters, following a pattern laid out on a glossy paper in front of her, the smell of buttercream in the air. This is a motherly thing to do, so the process always puts me on edge. It is Very Nice of her and she makes a point of reminding everyone of this fact; her life and everyone else's will be consumed for the next forty-eight hours by The Cake.

One year the dog gets at it and she screams and cries like it was her leg that got snapped off, rather than Mickey Mouse's. She wails and she pitches bowls of buttercream on the floor. I think: she is butterscreaming. Pun. It's funny now. The dog licks red and white icing off the walls and I sit on the floor with her until the crying subsides. Mickey is presented at the party that night as standing sideways and eve

About 13 years ago or so my mom entered my brother and me into a kids Halloween costume contest that was being held at a nearby mall. I was dressed up as the Ghost Faced killer from the horror movie franchise Scream (Yes, I know, that literally screams (pun intended) 13 years ago).

There was a stage for all the entrants to walk out onto and show their costumes and do or show something unique to their costume as a way to woo the judges. While my costume had already become a typical Halloween costume, I had a little something extra to bust out. My mask wasn't the usual Ghost Face mask, it was one that came with a pump attached and, when utilized, fake blood came pouring down the face. I was convinced I had 1st place in the bag.

I watched entrant after entrant go up to the stage and do their thing. I wasn't impressed nor intimidated by my competition. I was thinking how awful they were gonna feel when they inevitably lost.

My name is called. I go up to the stage. I show my costume. I start to get cold feet with the pump. I'm telling myself to pump that shit and blow the judges away. I couldn't do it. The stage hand begins to gesture me off the stage. Me, beginning to realize my window of opportunity is closing rapidly, finally pulls the trigger out of sheer desperation. That blood flows. I hear the judges ooh and aah. "Fuck yeah" I think to myself. I felt as if my victory had been cemented.

I walk off the stage feeling confident.

I then see one of the final entrants walk towards the stage. He walk on the stage. A low murmur begins to come over the crowd. The stage hand, the judges, the crowd and even myself become enamored with this kid and his annoyingly awesome costume.

He had on a homemade box of popcorn costume that he and his mother made together. The classic red and white stripped box was made out of card board boxes. The popcorn was made out of many different balled up pairs of white socks.

He won.

I felt so defeated and pathetic.

To this day, I get so mad at that fucker and his stupid ass mom whenever I think about that.

Not one Halloween has gone by since then where I haven't thought of them and the horrible way they made me feel.

But gaw damn. That was an aweosme costume.

It was great! We went out for a couple of beers. He wants to be a senior web developer someday.

As the title really. If someone is screaming at you and calling you out for selling they are not doing this because they are worried about your gains. They are worried about their own, they bought high and need the price up to recoup their losses.

Someone in profit quietly takes their gains and walks away, or quietly rides it out.

Someone who believes in the project will ride it out too, they will understand you taking profits, they will be confident someone else will buy in. They will generally behave in an encouraging manner.

People doing the shouting are usually bag holders, this all may be obvious to most of you, but for some, particularly when it is "your coin" it is hard to see.

Take a step back and look objectively at it as if it were another coin, think about how you would feel looking from the outside.

A community that berates you for selling when you want to is toxic and should be a red flag.

Take care out there people

"A TOE TRUCK!!??"

There are these special slices of cake I like to get at the bakery section at my local store. I recently had surgery so I try to stock up on my items so I don't have to make multiple trips to the store (driving is hard for me right now, especially bc I frequently have to take pain meds and I can't drive when on those things), otherwise I wouldn't be as much as a food "hoarder."

Anyway there were 3 slices left and I grabbed them all, then I head to the checkout line. A mother came up behind me with her crying/screaming kid I'm guessing he was 4-5 (they weren't there when I grabbed the cake slices, they must've went to the Bakery section after me and there were none left).

Then Im putting the items up on the register, kid sees the cakes, shrieks/cries "there they are! Make her give them to me!" The mother said "no that belongs to the lady" then the kid starts to scream like a banshee, melts down to the floor, I try to ignore them and not make eye contact. I pay for my food and grab my bags, the mother shouts to me "really?! Would it have killed you to give one slice to my kid?! I'm a single mother!!!!!"

I don't think kids should learn that throwing a tantrum gets them their way, IMO it would've been a good teaching moment to teach the child he can't always have what he wants.

AITA?

I live in an apartment that has a few kids who play all day, but it doesn't bother me.

On the building directly across, however, there is this one kid who doesn't just play all day, she literally screams and growls very high for hours, and it borders unbearable sometimes.

When I say scream, I mean literally long, high yells, sometimes using a paperboard tube that amplifies the noise like a speaker, pointed straight into my window.

She looks to be 5 or 6, so not a baby

I understand kids need to play, but, as I mentioned before, there are a bunch of kids playing around me, but they don't scream for hours straight into my window with a toy meant for nothing else but to amplify the scream.

During the day, that kid is "taken care of" by her dad, who basically lets her do anything in the balcony while he's inside. Funny enough, when the mom arrives from work at night, everything is suddenly quiet. It's almost as if the kid respects the mom, but not the dad.

A lot of people from the neighborhood seem to be puzzled by the non-stop screaming and look out from their windows to find the source of the noise, so I'm not the only one who's bothered.

Yesterday, my girlfriend had a hell of a headache and I couldn't work because the screams were being heard in my meetings. I walked over there and called the dude, and said his kid is literally screaming through a tube straight into my window, and I was met with hostility and yelling.

I was calm and polite all the time, and the dad - a big macho dumb-looking dude - replied, also yelling: "Are you fucking kidding with me? I have a small kid in here, locked up at all times, and she can't even play now? Close your damn windows if you're so bothered"

He then looked at her and said "play on honey, any way you wish" and went back in.

The way I was raised, if I started screaming through a tube into the neighbor's windows, my mom would be sure to tell me it's wrong and that I should stop bothering other people, and god forbid a neighbor complain about my noise - I would surely get my ass grounded.

The kid can be told "honey, please be quiet, you are bothering the neighbors" because she is quiet at night, when her mom arrives and probably tells her that, so the kid does know there are moments when screaming is not cool. It's just that the dad doesn't bother to do it during the day because he probably just waits for the mom to arrive and do all the parenting work.

I understand the pandemic situation, but is *screa

PCF literally does not care what any of us think about balance, drop rates, or that end-game shouldn't be time trials. They're a small Polish developer whose past work is a modern Doom clone back in the day, a game centered around point-focused skill-chaining kills, and the worst of the 360 line of Gears games. They said up front, over and over again, Outriders is a completed package and it's not a live-service game.

They're not going to drip-feed new content, they're not going to rework endgame, they're not going to add a new mode that isn't focused on time attack, they're not going to rework anything. The game's the game, if you bought it already, they're good with that. When you don't have in-game monetization, maintaining an active player base is pointless and threats of "I'm quitting and so are all my friends!" mean nothing. They're going to put out a paid expansion probably in a few months if they think there's a market for it, but beyond that, the best you can hope for is bug fixes.

I'm not completely against having kids, but when I think about this process it freaks me out.

Warning: English is not my first language and this is made on mobile

I (25 F) had a big argument a few weeks ago when I visited them.

Before I start I should mention that I am autistic but I have a normal Job, a fiancé and a pretty normal life. That was a Bit different as a kid bc I had a few more difficulties with loud noises, groups of people, foods n stuff and some social rules/interactions. But I almost never had major Meltdowns in front of others (they were maybe 2-3 accidents but wich kid is perfect?)

So the whole incident started when I was at my parents house were my parents (54M and 50F) and two of my siblings (29F and 21F), my Brother (19M) and I moved both out at 18 but visited often. We all sat at dinner and my brother startet talking about how nice it was in Paris a few years ago and that he misses those trips because of the pandemic. I froze for a moment bc I never had a family trip for the last 20 Years not even sth like an amusement park or Zoo visit, bc my parents let me believe we had not enough money. The most fun I got was when I was for a few Weekends sometimes weeks with my grandparents in another city. It hit me pretty hard and I exactly known t he reason why I was there always alone. I asked my whole family if my assumption was true and that they had Family vacations without me and still excluding me, after a long Pause my Dad said yes and I could hold my tears back, I felt so alone and went into the guest room to cry.

After an hour of crying and thinking about all of that I asked my Parents why they did that and my mom said she couldn’t bear my meltdowns and could deal with at vacations and was so sorry I found out that way my Dad just sat there and the only thing he had to add was „You need to understand that we wanted to feel like a normal family at least at our vacations“ At that moment I screamed at my parents that they should given me up on adoption if they hated me so much.

Until know I got a message from my mom that says „That’s exactly what I meant, you can’t control yourself and that I should stop ignoring her calls“, pretty nasty messages from my sisters I don’t wanna repeat (the r slur is used) and a big apology from my brother who told me I missed over 50 big and small vacations, that he is sorry what happens and that he didn’t told me before (

So my question is AITA for ignoring my family besides my brother (my mom didn’t really apologised in my opinion), I just feel still sad and betrayed

The title sounds bad IK, but please hear me out.

So last week my husband (27m) and I (27f) had a baby boy. My husband was away on business and the baby came early (only 2 weeks before the specified date don't worry). It was important to me that he would be there for the birth. It was hard contacting him because he was out with his phone off with some work friends post-meeting.

As soon as my SIL (his twin, 27f) was able to contact him I was a few hours along. He made it there but stopped by a nearby florist for some flowers while I was giving him his first child. HE MISSED IT. He was in a line and did not think to forget about the gesture and be with me (despite him knowing that it was what I wanted to have him by my side).

He arrived while I was passing the placenta but instead of even bringing me the flowers he went to such lengths to give me, he went to see his son while handing the flowers to SIL to give to me. Apparently, he wanted to "wait until the grossness was done" to go see me.

When he finally came to see me I gave him an earful, his excuse was that it was tradition for the birth of a son in his family, to get flowers for the lady as thanks. That only made me ten times as livid. I asked him what was the tradition for daughters, he had no answer.

I have tried talking about this but this past week he has slept on the couch and only talked to me about baby things, I don't know what was wrong with my complaints. From his coldness, I might as well have killed his son as opposed to given life to his son. I made this post because IDK anymore, and earlier today he told me that I screamed at him for "basically getting me flowers", he told me that I was shaping up to be a fine entitled parent. Am I The Asshole?

Thanks for helping me, everyone. Turns out he was cheating.

I have fruit vines in my front garden. I know this can be tricky with sidewalks. I try very hard to ensure the sidewalks are clear and there are no vines in the walk way. No HOA. Generally, I live in a lovely place where most of the neighbours are on speaking terms with one another.

This morning, I noticed someone had cut my vines. It was in an area close to the sidewalk but more was cut than necessary. What I found very strange about it all was that mine was the only house assaulted. There are a few other houses which have plants and branches impeding walkways. It seems I was singled out by the mystery plant murderer.

My plants are my religion. I know that sounds stupid but these vines are very important to me. I do all my own yard work. I do this while holding a job, taking care of small children, and dealing with my own mental health issues. I also have CPTSD and want to live quietly. I am still in therapy for my trauma, still have panic attacks and flashbacks. I'm working on it.

Without having caught any of the incident on camera, I had accepted the lack of answers and set to work to salvage what I could.

After an hour, this couple in their early 60s who live three houses down and across the street walked by. I have spoken to them a few times, even gifted them fruit. The wife and I are on good terms, husband seems standoffish but I have always been respectful to them both.

She asked if I was pulling up my vines. I replied no someone had cut some of it down without asking and I was doing damage control. She replied that it was they who had done the chopping (her husband did it). Thought they were being helpful, she claimed. He had to walk over to my house to destroy that area of vine. Did not even knock on the door.

Upset, I took a breath and tried to say (not yelling) how that really hurt me and I wished they'd asked first. If there was something bothering them on my property, I’d be more than happy to fix it. All they need do is just ask! While the wife and I were having the discussion, the husband interrupted and asserted he can do what he likes.

Starting to feel heated, I replied no. I then asked if I should go chop his lavender because I can also do as I like? He then started to talk over me and affirm his "rights."

This is the part where I’m pretty sure I'm an asshole. My PTSD kicked in and I saw red. I saw this cis white man telling me that he can do anything he wants to me and I lost it. I started screaming at him and calling him an assh

Before I begin I want to explain why I believe this is unpopular: pop and rap music are so much more popular than metal just by looking at monthly listeners on Spotify. Pop artists and rappers can have up to 50 million monthly listeners meanwhile the biggest metal band in history has 16 million (which is still a lot obviously but in defense of my point, they hardly ever feature screaming in their music)

Ok with that out of the way, every time I see people hating on rock and metal, about 99% of people’s complaints are “they’re just screaming, it takes no talent, anyone can do it” which is just plain false. People who can do that shit with their voice are extremely talented, and the people who can do that at a live concert for up to like 2 hours straight are even more talented. It takes talent, skill, practice, and technique to do it properly and many vocalists have to work their asses off for YEARS to learn to do it well enough to be in a band.

I dare you right now to try to scream like they do in metal. Do either a really high deathcore scream or a really low death metal growl. Yeah sure you can try but I’d be willing to be all my money if you just tried for the first time, it sounds nothing like it does in the music.

There’s a video on YouTube where a guy goes in public and asks a bunch of random people to “give him their best metal scream”. About 95% of people can’t do it. But when someone CAN do it, he then asks them how long they’ve been doing vocals, and the answer is always the same. Years. Many years.

TL:DR it seems to be a common conception that metal screaming doesn’t take talent however in reality it takes talent, skill, practice, and technique to do properly.

Edit: If you want a book recommendation I recommend “How to Deal with Emotionally Explosive People” by Albert Bernstein. I read this as a 19 year old trying to understand why my dad exploded at us so much and it made me realize I was also headed down that path of exploding at people. I read a bunch of books to help me but this one really sticks out.

Why YSK: Many people who grow up with a parent who screams at them when angry ends up doing it to friends or members of their own family when they grow up. They don't know that, for a lot of people who grew up with healthier family dynamics, it's not normal to be screamed at and can feel very scary. Screaming at someone angrily isn't necessarily abuse, but habitually screaming at someone to scare or upset them or to 'get your way', especially when also insulting them or cursing at them, is considered abusive. You'd be surprised how many people do not know this and think screaming is normal!