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I was thinking about Great-Luxembourg

I tried to upload my aoh/aoc map, but Reddit keeps saying "submission failed" anyone any idea?

This is part 2 as well as the final part. Didn't you read the first part? Go read it first "i fell in love with my mother's boyfriend's son"

I barely slept that night. I kept replaying the kiss on my cheek in my head, wondering if it had actually happened the way I remembered it. Maybe I had misunderstood him. Maybe it had meant nothing to him. But every time I closed my eyes, I could still feel it. The worst part was that I was already looking forward to seeing him again in the morning.

Finally, I woke up and looked at the clock. 6:30 a.m. I never woke up that early. I looked around and saw him standing in the doorway. I guess he had woken me up when he got out of bed.

I grabbed a pillow and threw it at him.

"Coffee," I mumbled.

He caught the pillow, laughed, and shook his head.

"Well, follow me, sis."

I froze.

Sis?

That was the first time he'd ever called me that. The next morning already?

I don't know why, but hearing that one word suddenly made everything feel different. Maybe I had been reading too much into everything the night before. Maybe the kiss had meant nothing. Maybe, to him, I was already just his sister.

I got out of bed and followed him downstairs, trying not to let him see how much that one word had gotten to me. He started making coffee while I sat at the kitchen table, still half asleep.

Then he turned around and looked at me.

"You okay?"

"Yeah," I said.

He smiled. "You look like you had a weird dream."

I laughed nervously.

"Yeah... something like that."

At the time, I didn't think much of what he had said.

But looking back, that was the strangest part of the whole thing.

He handed me the coffee, and I started making some breakfast.

"Eggs?" I asked.

"Sure."

We ate together at the kitchen table, talking about random things. But I couldn't stop noticing him looking at me. Every now and then, I'd catch him staring, and whenever our eyes met, he'd quickly look away.

Or maybe that wasn't what was happening at all.

Maybe I was imagining it because I wanted it to be true. Maybe I was looking for signs that simply weren't there. After everything I'd been thinking about the night before, I couldn't really trust my own interpretation of things anymore.

Still, there was something about the way he looked at me that made me wonder if maybe I wasn't imagining everything after all.

By midday, our parents apparently thought it would be a good idea to play a little game to get to know each other better. Nothing complicated—just a bunch of questions about our childhoods, favorite things, embarrassing stories, and whatever else came up.

I sat next to him, trying to act completely normal.

Then I felt something touch my knee.

I looked down.

His hand was resting there.

For a second, I completely froze. I looked at him, but he was still listening to one of the questions, as if nothing unusual had happened.

I didn't know what to think.

Was it accidental?

Was he just comfortable around me?

Or was there something else behind it?

I didn't move his hand away. I just sat there, pretending to listen to the conversation while my mind was going a hundred miles an hour.

I looked at him, waiting for some kind of reaction. But he didn't seem bothered by the way I was looking at him. If anything, he seemed completely relaxed, as though there was nothing strange about the moment at all.

I could hear my mother's voice in the background, followed by everyone laughing at something someone had said. But somehow, it all started to feel distant.

I looked back at him.

Then I heard a sound.

A familiar sound.

At first, I couldn't place it. It was faint, almost like it was coming from somewhere far away. But then it became louder.

Beep.

Beep.

Beep.

I opened my eyes.

For a few seconds, I just stared at the ceiling, completely confused. My heart was still beating faster than normal. I slowly turned my head toward the other side of the bed.

Nobody was there.

I sat up.

The room was quiet. My room. My actual room.

I looked at the clock.

6:30 a.m.

The alarm was still ringing beside me.

I stared at it for a few seconds before everything suddenly came back to me.

The dinner.

The house.

His hand.

The kiss.

The coffee.

The breakfast.

The game.

His hand on my knee.

All of it.

None of it had happened.

It had all been a dream.

And somehow, that realization felt worse than the dream itself.

To be continued...?

My mother met a new man in 2016. At first, everything seemed completely normal. They were happy together, and after about two months, they decided to have our first family dinner at a restaurant. It was going to be the four of us: my mother, her boyfriend at the time, me, and apparently his son. I was 17, and he was 18. Nothing about it seemed particularly special. My mom and I arrived at the restaurant and waited for them. Then he walked in...

The first thing I noticed was how confident he seemed. Not arrogant or anything like that—just comfortable in his own skin. He looked around the restaurant, spotted his father, and then looked at us. Our eyes met for a second before he smiled. I smiled back, probably a little too quickly, and immediately looked away. I remember thinking that he was cute, but nothing more than that. At least, that's what I told myself at the time.

I tried to avoid looking at his face, but it was almost impossible. Something about him kept drawing my attention. Was it his smile? His face? Even his hands, for some reason? I don't know, but there was just something about him that made me feel weird. I couldn't explain it, and honestly, I didn't want to. It was just a strange feeling I'd never experienced before.

We all sat down and started talking like it was any other family dinner. Our parents did most of the talking at first, while he and I mostly stayed quiet. Every now and then, we'd make eye contact, and I would immediately look away like I'd been caught doing something wrong. It was ridiculous because I'd known him for barely five minutes. He was just my mother's boyfriend's son. That's all he was supposed to be.

At least, that's what I kept telling myself. Eventually, dinner was over, and we decided to go back to our house for a drink. One drink turned into another, and before we knew it, it was around 2 a.m. My mom and her boyfriend eventually decided to go to bed, leaving the two of us downstairs.

He looked at me and asked if I would show him around the house. I agreed. We started on the ground floor, talking about random things and laughing more than I expected. When we finished, we headed upstairs toward my room. But as we reached the stairs, something happened that I still remember clearly.

He reached out and took my hand.

I froze for a second. I looked at him, and he looked back at me. Neither of us said anything. It was such a small thing, but somehow, in that moment, it felt like everything had suddenly changed.

We headed upstairs, and I showed him my room. Well, it wasn't really meant to be his room, but I told him that this was where he'd be sleeping that night since we didn't have a guest room. We made up a temporary bed for him, which was basically just a mattress on the floor. I couldn't bring myself to let a guest sleep like that, so I told him he could take my bed while I slept on the floor.

He looked at me and shook his head.

"That's not necessary."

We went back and forth about it for a moment before eventually deciding that we'd figure it out in the morning. Somehow, despite everything going through my head, we eventually settled down for the night.

That night, nothing really happened. We just went to sleep.

Or at least, I thought we did.

Just before he turned away, he leaned over and gave me a quick kiss on the cheek.

It lasted barely a second.

I didn't know what to say. I just stared at him, completely stunned. He didn't explain it, and neither did I. He simply smiled, turned away, and closed his eyes.

I lay there staring at the ceiling, replaying that tiny moment over and over in my head.

That was the first night I realized this wasn't just some silly little crush.

I was falling for him.

And I had absolutely no idea what I was supposed to do about it.

Should i continue this story?

Did anyone else notice these things in the Serial Killer Asylum video?

Dont do reactions as they are fake, for now we believe all what they do is real:

I noticed a few things while watching the video and wanted to see if anyone else caught them too. I’m not saying any of these are definitely paranormal — some of them could easily have normal explanations — but the timing and details are interesting.

1:06:38

It could be nothing, but I think I see some sort of head sticking out just above the 3rd window frame at the bottom. It could be a lamp or something else in that room, but at first I thought it looked like the head of a person. Mimic?? 👀

1:17:49

It looks like there is something lying there, or something has been left, just to the left of the wall next to the staircase. It almost looks like bones or blood, and the shape reminds me of a cat or something similar. Could just be an object or debris, but it caught my attention.

1:19:17

After Celine and Colby hear what they believe could be a mimic, look at what happens around 1:19:17. There appears to be an owl (or at least something that looks like one) sitting fairly close to Sam and Garrett, seemingly staring directly at them — and neither of them seems to notice it.

First they hear the mimic, and then we suddenly see what appears to be an owl watching Sam and Garrett. Is the owl a protector, the mimic, or Joseya (I forgot the name Garrett mentioned during the card deck game) — or maybe even “the entity” known as “The Creeper”? 👀🦉

Could all of this be completely coincidental, but I thought it was worth pointing out. Did anyone else notice these things, especially the owl at 1:19:17? What do you think?

I've built these roads, but the problem is that there are three junctions very close to each other. I tried synchronizing traffic lights at two of the junctions, but it didn't really help.The yellow road used to be a normal road, but I converted it into a bus-only lane. The other roads are either one-way or two-way, as shown by the arrows.Most of the traffic comes from the west (left side of the image) and turns left at the first junction to head north.I'm not sure how to improve the traffic flow here. Would it make sense to close one of the roads, turn one into a dead end, or completely redesign the junction layout? Any suggestions would be appreciated.

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Anyone an idea what this means? It keeps happening

I have like 150 trillion and need to buy crypto, the one i want is now -38% or so, but will go to 500% next year, how can i invest all the money in that crypto? Each time i can buy a maximum of 358.4 billion, is there an easy or fast way to invest the 150 trillion in one time?

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Is there an existing mkd like that there are realistic accidents between cars / bycicles, or road works with diversion of traffic etc etc?

How do get ppl zillions of money? Any tips? Maybe any tips about crypto?

Well, I deleted my last post, because i made a mistake, lets clear this up:

According to the new law, a player needs to stay 1 minute (playtime) if the player that had gone out delays it (not within 10 seconds). But, now this situation:

Team A wants to substitute and player AA (player A team A) does longer than 10 seconds. Player BA (Player B, team A), needs to wait 1 playing minute. Clock ref stopped? time stopped! But, player BA can ONLY enter the field when the game is stopped.

Now is the bal for 5 minutes in play and AA thinks ''let me make a foul, so BA can go in'', the foul is a bad foul and you give yellow. But, you know he does it only so BA can join the field, aint that a sort of delay or ''showing a lack of respect for the game''

2nd: throwing ball away for delaying a game is for me a YC (yellow card) but, i read just now:

Sending-off

Sending-off offences include (but are not limited to):

• delaying the restart of play by the opposing team e.g. holding onto the ball, kicking the ball away, obstructing the movement of a player

who of you have ever gave a red card for throwing/kicking ball away??

New rules coming next season:

https://downloads.theifab.com/downloads/changes-to-the-laws-of-the-game-202627?l=en

My most important question, at this moment:

With the new rule about a player having to wait one minute before being allowed to enter/re-enter the field, I can see some interesting practical situations coming up.

For example:

A team has a player waiting to come on or re-enter after treatment. The one minute has passed, but the ball has not gone out of play yet.

What if a teammate deliberately kicks the ball out of play, giving possession to the opponents, just to create the stoppage needed to let their player enter? Would you consider that normal tactical play, delaying/spoiling the game, or potentially cautionable?

And what if a player deliberately commits a minor foul on an opponent for the same reason: to force a stoppage so their teammate can enter/re-enter? Would you treat that as “smart”, unsporting behaviour, or simply judge the foul on its own merits?

Curious how other referees would manage this in practice.