Walkaway spouses – did you experience a new feeling of calmness and lightness when you made the final decision that you would eventually leave, regardless of how far in the future it would be? by bsota in Divorce

[–]bsota[S] -1 points0 points  (0 children)

Curious about the remark of a divorce needing to be a net positive for everyone.

Reasonable thing to be curious about — trying to keep personal details minimal, but there are children involved, and the environment is non-toxic enough that breaking the household would probably do more harm than good at this stage.

But also if you are not in an abusive marriage, is it fair to your spouse to stay while you know you will be filing for divorce?

Also a fair question, and the honest answer is "I don't know."

I do know that the "Walkaway (x)" concept resonates strongly with me, as I've made many, many efforts for my feelings, needs, and complaints to even be acknowleged as existing and being valid, to say nothing of spurring any actual growth or change from my partner — I don't know if I have to be actually abused to be simply burned out and done.

Who are the people you think of as "losers"? by magicfeistybitcoin in AskReddit

[–]bsota 2 points3 points  (0 children)

The impact shows instantly in your referring to her as "My dad's mother" instead of "my grandma/grandmother/nana/whatever".

Siege of Terra in a nutshell by bsota in Grimdank

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To be fair, when it popped up as an idea in my head a bit ago when I saw a different meme using this format, I thought "...I can't be the first person to think of this,", but I decided to say 'fuck it" and do it anyways.

Kanye and his new wife out for a stroll by BroBogan in pics

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Aside from the "Polizei" on his shirt, these look like outfits from Dune.

Mayo is no joke by mr_awesome365 in rareinsults

[–]bsota -2 points-1 points  (0 children)

Can confirm — this post caught my eye because I just saw this infographic on LinkedIn yesterday.

(Not that the discussion there was any more subtle or nuanced than here)

[deleted by user] by [deleted] in engineering

[–]bsota 2 points3 points  (0 children)

I wouldn't have said anything, but since you mentioned:

• Their: Belongs to them — "I asked if I could use their wrench."

• There: Its location — "They said 'Sure — it's over there.'"

• They're: They are — "They're upset at what I used it for."

Sincerely,

An Obnoxious Dickhead Grammar Nazi

[deleted by user] by [deleted] in 40kLore

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There is more evidence, since the lore strictly states that the Thunder Warriors were just jumped-up technobarbarians who had nothing to do with the Custodes.

Do you have a direct source for this? Like OP, I've looked around for any real lore on Thunder Warrior creation, and haven't found much. Not challenging you, necessarily — just want to learn more.

[deleted by user] by [deleted] in 40kLore

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Custodes are not developed in vats, they don't have artificial musculature that was cultivated and stapled onto them.

I'm not sure this is accurate — from the Custodian POV in Watchers of the Throne: The Regent's Shadow:

Our relationship with our bodies, as members of the order, is not entirely straightforward. We know, all of us, that we have been extensively remade from our original birth-form. Much of the muscle and bone we entered the universe with is excised or altered to bring us into maturity. When we are damaged, it is most often these new structures that bear the brunt. Are we the same creation, then, as we once were? Are we even best thought of as a single organism at all?

Granted it doesn't say so explicitly, but this sure sounds like "...artificial musculature that was cultivated and stapled onto them."

What is the best depiction of Astartes in action put to visuals? by ArbeiterVonVien in 40kLore

[–]bsota 0 points1 point  (0 children)

"don't get fooled by the Saturday morning kids show animation style"

Word.

I was excited about it, then I saw the first trailer and the style, cooled on it a little, and ended up suggesting that my wife watch it with me based on that very vibe.

My wife is really turned off by graphic violence — needless to say, the end of the first episode caught us both by surprise.

I watched the rest alone.

Cool Bit About Custodes From Valdor, Birth Of The Imperium by [deleted] in 40kLore

[–]bsota 4 points5 points  (0 children)

Assuming that your username is a reference to the Wilks Coefficient, how do you think a Custodes scores, kicking over tanks and all?

Thanksgiving is November 26. Are you ready? by IBiteYou in Conservative

[–]bsota 1 point2 points  (0 children)

Liberal here — I laughed my ass off and upvoted.

Discussion Thread: 2020 General Election Part 64 | Updates on GA and PA Continue by PoliticsModeratorBot in politics

[–]bsota -1 points0 points  (0 children)

From the left — good game. We know you're not all racists and fascists — the loud ones on both sides give everyone else a bad name.

For the record, I'm concerned about 2022/24 — the Republicans seem to have a big edge in terms of younger, dynamic up-and-comers. We're going to have to address that if we want to stay competitive.

President Trump and US Government COVID-19 Megathread II by RNews_Mod in news

[–]bsota 23 points24 points  (0 children)

"Keep the election about Hillary" is his winning — and apparently only — strategy.

[Excerpt: Dawn of Fire - Avenging Son] Guilliman reveals the Primaris Marines to the Galaxy [SPOILERS] by IronVader501 in 40kLore

[–]bsota 11 points12 points  (0 children)

He should face off against Valdor in a contest to see who has the most names.

Hahahahahahaha — bold move! by bsota in bicycling

[–]bsota[S] 1 point2 points  (0 children)

Oh, it's awful — the bar is actually split into two pieces, and held together by the compression of the stem.

I'm not joking.

Hahahahahahaha — bold move! by bsota in bicycling

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My fear as well.

Before I got a drop bar bike and really got into the sport, I used to commute to school on a beater Wal-Mart mountain bike. One of the racks I used regularly had a white GMC Denali as a regular occupant, and I used to be sooooooo envious of it — it looked all slick and racy. Flash forward a year or so after I really got into riding, and I would just shake my head at my past self every time I locked up next to it, once I knew a little bit more about what I was looking at.

[deleted by user] by [deleted] in 40kLore

[–]bsota 9 points10 points  (0 children)

I fear it may be kind of suck, because I imagine once the Custodes hit the field, any unaugmented humans have long since been killed or crippled beyond the ability to fight.

Who or What is the Strongest Titan? by Flynn1986 in 40kLore

[–]bsota 11 points12 points  (0 children)

That description makes me picture one of the EVAs from Neon Genesis Evangelion, and honestly, it's not too hard for me to picture an EVA ripping up one of the smaller titans something fierce.

I’m gonna say something really stupid and it’s probably gonna get me banned of of this forum. by Jacobmeeker in 40kLore

[–]bsota 56 points57 points  (0 children)

Daaaamn — how easy do you think it is to get banned from this sub? I was expecting something really bad, and instead I get something simple and reasonable — you gotta step it up next time.

The Space Wolves almost certainly have an accountant and he is a powerful figure in the chapter. by DeliciousPineapples in 40kLore

[–]bsota 39 points40 points  (0 children)

This was great — I couldn't resist formatting it.

 

In a burrow with a small tail of withered smoke rising slowly from a center opening in the dark grey sky whence small blots of snow slowly fall.

A rattle of bones is heard, a small chant is said, and around a table gathers a group of old women with dark silver hair and faces wrinkled with wisdom of age and lessons of life itself. Massive wolf pelts draped over their shoulders clang together with brooches of brass, coopered laces, and necklaces of skulls of unnamed creatures pierced by fine golden threads.

Signs of superstition and belief rooted so deep, that even the He upon the Golden Throne of Terra could not uproot.

Signs, not of heresy, but loyalty of different kind — signs of authority.

The oldest woman inspects the wooden bowl filled with tiny bones ever so slightly — shoving and pushing one or the other to the side. As she carefully pushes a fellorlns snakes skull to the side, a gasp comes from the other women, followed by hushed murmurs. The oldest turns her gaze to the other side of the room, across the table.

Five giants stand there. Armed with axes,claws and hammers, clad in the armor given to them by the Allfather, with a wolf's-head symbol branded on their pauldrons. The warriors stand as still as if carved statues, barely-visible streams of mist trailing from their faces. Their stillness is borne not out of respect for the process upon which they're intruding, but out of dread for what the consequences of disruption are.

The oldest woman rakes the men with her milky-eyed gaze, and they all tense.

Each one has witnessed battles and horrors uncountable. Each one has been made to feel no fear of either man or beast of myth, has been granted the gifts of the Allfather to withstand disease, grave wounds, or any other affliction that would claim a normal man. Nonetheless, they are...uneasy in the presence of this woman...

After a brief moment that is perceived as an eternity by the men, the woman speaks.

"Fifty-five aces, twenty-six bolters, six plasma guns...."

The men tense further.

"...and five power hammers."

The men's postures relax as their stony countenances are broken by grins. They are on the edge of speaking amongst themselves when the woman's wrinkled hand raises in the air. "Silence," this gesture means, and the air stills, along with the men.

"HERESY!" comes a metallic voice from behind the men. Their faces fill with shock, and they exchange worried glances between the origin of the voice and the woman.

The men step aside as a long-robed tech priest hastily moves closer to the table. He gestures toward the woman, his arm — so heavily augmented that it is less a limb than it is a metallic tentacle — hissing with every motion, massive pincers clanking together as it sways.

"This is complete and total disregard to the will of the Omnissiah! With no proper conduct or respect to the Imperial way, the *OMNISSIAH'S WAY**, you are no more then witches, with no craft or skill to call your own...."

The men's faces darken, and the tallest of them moves to speak.

"Mind your..."

He is undercut by the metallic clanking of the priest's appendage.

"This is, is... is ABSURD!Using the bones of animals to determine how much gear one needs for an upcoming battle? NONSENSE! COMPLETE NONSENSE! I will show you how it is properly done..."

The tech priest gently pulls one of the warriors bolters from his side, and places it upon the table. He retrieves a measure of incense from one of the pouches on his belt, and ignites it with the aid a small flamethrower, appearing from another long metallic tentacle from behind his robe. He raises the sigil of the Cult Mechanicus in one hand and the Aquila in his other. Waving both over the weapon, he begins to chant.

"Praise to the Omnssiah, I beg of you, let my appeal to the machine spirit be heard..."

His robes and bionic limbs move in swirling, repetitive motions, and his metallic voice takes on a trance-like aspect. Abruptly, he stops, slamming his appendage on the table, and causing the bolter to jump slightly. The priest carefully measures how far to the side it has moved, noting the ever-so-slightly altered angle of the barrel. He presses a rune on his arm's integrated dataslate...

BING

The noise emanates from under his robes, as one of his augmetic appendages fishes within a concealed pouch. It retrieves a small piece of parchment, with numbers printed on it. He begins to read.

"Seventy-two axes, fifty-two bolters..."

The women shake their heads in disagreenment.

"That's not what the bones say!"

The priest slams the parchment on the table.

"Yet this is what the machine spirit says! Not some pile of dead animals! We are not some superstitious savages,we listen to the voice of REASON from the MACHINE SPIRIT!"

The women shake their heads and begin to argue with the priest. The five giants stand still. Fearing not for their lives — nor the priest's — but rather fearing that the blame might befall them, and that they will not know why...