Head hurts behind ear

very random but nicholas galitzine is so fine, like i wanna do him until cant walk, until l'm numb, until my throat hurts, until my cheeks are red, until the neighbours know his name, until my leg is useless, until my eyes are rolled back and it stays there, until my whole body shakes, until my bones disconnect, until i pass out, until all my holes are filled, until i cant breathe, until it gets longer than before, until i remember the length of it, until the end of time, until it reaches my stomach, until hes grunting and growling, until the whole world hears, until he's out of juice, We aren't ever stopping, the bed could break, the floor could cave in, and there could be a killer natural disaster outside but we aren't stopping, until we invent a new position, until I'm trembling underneath, until and fireworks in the back of my head, until can't think anymore, until forget how to talk, ride him until can't breathe, until the room stinks, until the blood in my body turns white like his juice,until my legs are shaking, until can't feel my legs.

Hello, i have been having an issue for some time and d idk if this is really the place to talk about it but ill explain it later. so, ive recently broken up with my now ex boyfriend and ive been having some issues this past 4 days, ive been having a feeling in my heart as if its being squished but on in an anxious way it feels like something is calling out for me, it doesnt hurt, also ive been seeing his name ALOT and also the flag of this country (we used to dr but he would come visit me every few months) which i thought it was weird because ive never seen them things in such frequent times, his "grandma" is a witch and she once burned a bracelet i gave him, she said i was filled with bad energy and other things like criticizing me, i think (if im not wrong) before he broke up with me, he blocked me on everything out of nowhere, he went to his grandma. rn i feel scared because i feel like i have something that "follows" me, probably just in my head, but still, ive tried multiple love spells but none has had given me karma, ive once hot karma with another ex of mine and this isnt karma, since i've protected myself fully. i dont know if we are soul tied ot something like that because it was a complicated relationship and it was somewhat torture for the both of us at some point, please help me if there is anything that i can do to help myself of if this is karma of someone, i have been moving on quite well and ive also distanced myself from the things that remind me of him. im open for criticism or advice, thank you for your time.

How many years has it been now? Going on 5, at least. I think nobody has ever made me feel as seen as you. Nobody has ever made me feel quite like you. You are absolutely right. I am lost. Some days I don’t know who I am anymore. Everything is blurry, a camera with a broken focus. You are my anchor, but also the horizon I look upon. I miss you so much. I miss your hugs, the way you take up space. I was so comfortable on your couch, head very nearly in your lap. I know if I told you that I needed you you would be here. You have threatened to kidnap me if I needed it, part of me wants to dare you to, see if you’re serious. But I feel like I already ask too much from this distance. I am happy that I am lucky enough to be your friend, but I go to sleep hoping that I’ll have another dream about you. I can’t deny that it hurts. You’re never going to look at me like you look at him. You’re never going to hold me while I fall asleep. You aren’t going to show up here with flowers. You’re never going to trail kisses down my face, my dreams be dammed. I thought I had accepted all of this a long time ago, we simply aren’t compatible in the ways I know matter to you, but apparently I haven’t. I think there is a piece of me that will always belong with you, even if it’s not held in your heart. I love how your mind works. You’re intelligent and I love being challenged by you. I love the conversations we have. I love your laugh, your eyes, your smile, your warmth. I hope someday I’ll be able to communicate how much your really mean to me. I wish we loved the same.

Hi all
Many years ago, way before MP3-players where a thing and I went around carying my cd-player in my pocket, I had some great over ear headphones that clipped around my ears and where connected with a cable.
They where a bit like these I found on Amazon, or like these but with a cable.
Now, I know they will not be the best for sound, but I liked the fact that the did not completly covered my ears from traffic sound, they did not start to hurt my ears after listening a long time and they where pretty sturdy.
Does anybody on this subreddit uses headphones like these types and can make some recommendations to some that are not crap?
I'm from Belgium, and can order from Amazon.de and the likes. My budget is >€70.

I was reflecting about the themes of the first two movies, and I wondered what the third one's theme could be.
If the first movie's theme was about "Anyone can wear the mask,
And the second film's theme was the question, "Can my individuality co-exist with the demands of the mask?"
The answer could be the theme of the third film, "Yes, and if the demands of the mask don't fit you, then make your own demands. I wear the mask. The mask doesn't wear me."
Here's how I feel like the ending of "Beyond" could be, with Rio and Jeff knowing his secret identity by now:
(Voice over)
"My name is Miles Morales, I was bitten by a radioactive spider. I am New York's one and only Spider-Man. I was once told that it meant letting those closest to me get hurt. However, I think the opposite is true. Spider-Man doesn't have to be a curse. It doesn't have to be a burden. If you need sleep, then sleep. (Show Miles having fallen asleep in his costume). "Let others take the weight off you." (Show Jeff as a cop running to his police car, showing that Spidey can take a night off). If you need a break. Take a break. (Show Miles and Gwen together). It's okay. The city won't fall apart. Spend time with those you love. (Show Rio, Jeff, Gwen, and Miles on the couch together). "You see, being Spider-Man means a lot to me." (Show him swinging through the city). "But so does being Miles Morales." (Show Miles reconnecting with the other neighborhood kids from the start of the first movie). You can do both. You CAN have your cake and eat it too. (Show Miles presenting Jeff with another cake saying, "I'm proud of you, Dad. I love you"). What good is being Spider-Man if you can't share it with the people you love? (Show Rio and Jeff watching Miles leap off the roof as Spider-Man, and they both yell, "Hey, be careful!!")
(Show Miles yelling faintly through the mask, "I always am!")
Rio and Jeff as they stare at Miles swinging into the sunset sky. Rio leans her head on Jeff.
Rio, "You think he'll be okay?"
Jeff- "Yeah. We did a good job raising him."
(As Miles swings into the city, he sees Spider-Gwen swinging with him).
They're shown swinging farther and farther away into the sun, as Miles narrates:
"I think the other Spider-people made the mistake of thinking they had to suffer. That it somehow made them into better heroes. But Peter didn't become Spider-Man because his Uncle Ben died. He became Spider-Man because of what his Uncle Ben taught him, and I didn't become Spider-Man because I watched Uncle Aaron die. I became Spider-Man because of what he taught me when he was alive. Just keep fighting. You're the best of all of us. Just keep going. And I always will.
Oh and Uncle Aaron, that girl I told you about?
It worked out."
(End of Beyond)
Something similar would be the ultimate mic drop.
I suppose I could include what happens to Hobie and the gang, but since I haven't actually seen Beyond, I really can only guestimate the following things:
1.) Jeff and Rio will find out Miles' secret identity.
2.) Miles and Gwen get together.
3.) Somehow Miles has made peace with his Earth-42 version prior to this.
4.) Miles adopted Gwen's mentality of "finding their own band."
5.) My theory is that Miguel will realize he was wrong about his calculations and eventually apologize to Miles. It'd take Miles a moment to forgive him, but he'd ultimately accept the apology--even if not becoming friends with the guy. Miles would say something like, "We're cool. Give you advice though? You need to get some help, man. Some serious help."
(That would be the end of their interaction)
6.) Not sure where Jessica Drew ends up. She's the biggest mystery to me.
7.) Miguel would get some kind of chastising from Rio. Not sure how, but Rio would go OFF on him. Especially if Miguel tracks Miles down, fights him, and his secret identity gets revealed by accident. In some way, Rio would cuss this dude out in Spanish, likely after Miles and Miguel make peace with each other.
8.) How Dark Miles and Spot get involved will be a mystery.
9.) Spot will die by getting stuck in some sort of eternal loop. He would basically keep falling into an infinite number of holes and not be able to stop it.
10.) Rio and Jeff accept Miles' secret identity. Jeff would be like, "So you're the one who gave me the advice ----whaaa?"
11.) Near the movie's end, Rio would make an offhand comment about having contacted Vision school administration to complain about the guidance counselor profiling their son. "Poor immigrant family."
These are my theories for how this movie will end. Thoughts? Additions?

Hi all,
Over the past month I’ve (M22) been intimately seeing this girl (F21). She’s in my college course and I’ve been friends with her since the start of February.
She came on to me heavily when she learned that I became single 2 months ago, and we let it develop slowly into something I’m really enjoying. She’s hilarious, beautiful, and she makes me work for her attention. But - sometimes I feel like it’s too much.
When we see each other (outside of classes etc.), it’s always down to me asking her over to my place, or out to dinner, or to the pub etc. She will always happily oblige even when I say “hey, we can rearrange if you’d like”, and we go on to have a great time. But it’s always me. I even had to invite myself to a movie with her that she wanted to see - and she fully admitted that she mentioned it to get me on board. She won’t ask me to do anything herself!
Additionally , in bed, and in general, the affection I give often feels unreturned. After intimacy, I’ll often “dote” on her, giving her little kisses around her head/body etc and holding her hands. I know she enjoys this (I stopped one night cause I was sleepy and she asked me to do it again), however she never really returns it.
It just feels so one-sided, and I’m not desperate, you know? I can do without it, it’s very early days, but it does still hurt cause I think she’s great. I want her to communicate how she truly feels about me cause at the same time I make her laugh and I can see in her mannerisms that she’s into me. Whenever I pay her compliments, I just get a “thank you” in response, just feels like I’m talking to a brick wall in that regard. It’s like she doesn’t know how to give affection for someone.
I understand that I’ve only been seeing her for a little while - but we’ve both made it clear that we’re not looking for something short. I guess internally I don’t hold my cards close to my chest - maybe I should a little more?
I dunno. Thanks for reading :)
TL;DR: I’ve been giving one-sided affection to a girl that I know is in to me. I’m struggling with the fact that she might not know how to give affection because I really like her

23
Male
5’ 7
135 pounds
Caucasian
1 week long ordeal
PNW
No other medical issues but my house flooded recently and is adding to my stress, sleeplessness and mood
Currently take a daily 24 hour antihistamine
Hey everyone just a Hail Mary hoping for a response, so about a week and a half ago I felt something go into my ear it keeps up all night I flush my ear with water shake my head like crazy and I figure it will fix itself a crump probably rolled into it and got stuck. The next night I feel a small ball or sack below my ear I start pushing it and I am able to roll it up into my ear lobe I scratch it like crazy thinking it’s a tick or something adjacent that crawled under my skin it ends up bleeding and I go to the hospital thinking a bug is stuck in my ear and it biting me and bleeding me. The doctor looks and hears my whole story and says I have swimmers ear. I use the prescription ear drops he gave me and my ear definitely was infected and the ear drops remedy it after a few days. Still not 100% in one ear I feel the infection go to my other ear. It’s not nearly as bad as I didn’t scratch it but again the ear drops help although they both still feel plugged. But the crusty pus that my initial infection caused was solved. Another day 2 days pass, I have been taking lots of vitamins and eating and drinking well to hopefully help in my ear infection. The next day a week I believe since I went to the hospital my ears feel pretty normal, my anus is starting to itch however, I go to the bathroom a couple times to just wipe thinking nothing of it. As it gets to nighttime it starts really itching to the point where I stood on the bathroom counter spread my cheeks and looked at my anus through my legs. I find a pin worm on my asshole and touching it feels like the thing I scratched in my ear a week ago. I immediately go get the over the counter pinworm medicine pyrantel pamoate. Hours later I feel the paralyzing effect on the worms very uncomfortable and itchy. This is where I am now so my question is do I have pinworms in my ears and scalp or is it just an ear infection I got alongside pin worms.
TLDR can pinworms live in your eascalp and if so will pyrantel pamoate kill them all despite them not being on my anus.
If you read the whole thing thank you, my house flooded recently and this is a nightmare on top of that.

Hey guys,
Many Reddit posts really helped me in the run up to my exam, so I want to tell you my story to ease anyone else's anxiety for their screening.
This is gonna be a long read so only read along if you're wanting every detail of this journey.
A few months ago I admitted myself to ED as I was having blood clots coming out in my stool. I have had many years of bleeding stool and hemorrhoid issues but this was the first time it had happened with blood clotting.
I was asked to stay overnight but before I left I asked for a referral for a colonoscopy so at least I went home with something moving forward.
It was in the public system so it was a few months until I could get an appointment but the run up to it I was frightened about mostly the results and the sedation.
This was in Australia so the sedation option is Midazolam and Fentanyl. It's a twilight sedation and something I've never experienced before.
In the two weeks running up to it, I expressed to my psychologist of my fears and she suggested asking my GP for quick action anxiety medication.
My GP prescribed me Diazapam and suggested I take it before I leave the house.
Fast forward to the day before. I stopped eating at 2pm and started my first PLENVU dose at 7pm. Initial bowel movements weren't so bad. Maybe went 6 times over the course of the night and it slowed down by midnight and I was able to get about 6 hours sleep.
I drank lemonade, apple juice, bone broth, sucked on Werther's originals and basically tried to keep belly full of sugar and liquids to stave off hunger.
Next morning I woke up at 7am, time for dose two. This one was much more intense when it came to bowel movements. I must have gone about over 10 times in the morning and twice more at the hospital. PLENVU isn't horrendous tasting. It's very salty and viscous but drunken cold with a straw and chasing it with lemonade, it was fine. I drank as much fluid as I could before I stopped all fluid intake at 10am. I think the worst part of the prep is not the hunger but the hours after 10am and before the procedure is the intensity of the thirst. I took my 5mg of Diazapam at 10am and this helped a lot with fighting back the anxiety and nerves.
I got to the hospital, checked in easily enough and was lucky they had a good system. I arrived at 12pm for a 1:30pm procedure.
Nurses were lovely and cannulated me with ease. I expressed my nerves and one of the assistant nurses explained I would be in a Twilight sleep on Midazolam and Fentanyl and depending on how my body reacts I could be aware of what's going on, could talk to them the whole time or go straight to sleep.
Turns out, I didn't go under basically at all. I was talking to them the whole time and they were holding my hand. I may have conked out for a second here or there with no memory but I basically watched the entire footage of the scope and at one point asked for more Midazolam as it hit a bit of a sore spot.
What a was 20-30 mins felt like 5 minutes. They then banded my hemorrhoids in the same procedure.
I didn't feel it initially but as soon as I got to recovery the pain of my bands set in but the nurse was so quick to check on my pain levels and what she initially gave as Panadol turned into Oxycodone and that helped a lot.
I'm back home now and my butt still hurts through the painkillers a bit but a banding isn't a part of every procedure but something that was given as an option to me during and I was more than happy to accept.
Turns out bleeding seems to be hemorrhoid related and that shouldn't be as big of an issue once I heal from the banding.
But yeah, I found the prep way more of a breeze than I thought and all I can say is if given the option of unsedated or sedated, choose sedation cos at least you have the option to ask for more pain relief if you remain conscious. Or if you're knocked out and propofol is your option, that would probably be even more pain free than my experience.
There really isn't much to fear and now my fear of going back to get another one is basically nil. Especially since the staff were so patient and friendly to me. They really made it everything so much smoother and calming.
I know this is a long read but I hope it helps someone heading into their upcoming procedure.

I turn 18 in a few hours and I really couldn’t feel worse about it, I cried so many times about it already and feel absolutely sick to my stomach. I don’t know how to describe the horrific sickening feeling that I have and how miserable and fucking sad and angry it makes me.
I posted (and deleted) a while ago about how wretched I felt about turning 18 because I DIDNT WANT TO MAKE IT TO 18. My whole life so fucked up I just wish it would fucking end here and I don’t understand why God can’t just let me die instead of having my life fucked up by this disease EVERY YEAR.
No fucking 17 year old should have to endure the absolute sick and twisted shit I endure and still have to live and act like a normal person every day . I hate this nightmare.
I don’t want to celebrate shit, I just want to cry my eyes out. And you know what…, my birthday is fucking meaningless anyway my family doesn’t even remember that it’s my bday lol, and I’m a lonely mf bitch so I have no friends that’ll remember it either. I have no school and will be home alone all day and just wish this day will pass by asap. I wish I was never fucking born, so what reason is there to celebrate anyway? I hate hate HATE birthdays. And I hate HATE the age that is 18 and the fact that I’m an adult now oh my god
I’m just so fucking tired I’m so so tired like my brain is failing me every mf day and it’s fucked up to the point of no return, it’s so fried it feels like I’ve been a mf drug addict or something for 10 years (never came near drugs or alcohol or even vaping once). My memory’s so so fucked up I feel like a dementia patient like it’s actually so so horrible. I worked so hard to get into my dream university and it felt like fucking NOTHING, and for me the silver lining of my shitty, depressing teenagehood is that at least university is ahead of me which I was really looking forward to..
but of course I don’t deserve nothing good in life and now I might not even go because of my DPDR and how much it’s fucked me up again. Even if I go it won’t be any different, it’s just going to be the nightmare that it is rn plus 100x worse while attending. But I can’t describe how dreadful it feels to even have uni experience already being messed up for me like it just feels like the universe is working against me in every aspect of my life???? It feels like I’m about to die or that I’m actually rotting every single day and I’m just so tired.
I’m really sorry for the rant but I wanted to post something and once I started writing I couldn’t stop lol. My head hurts so much lol.

I turn 18 in a few hours and I really couldn’t feel worse about it, I cried so many times about it already and feel absolutely sick to my stomach. I don’t know how to describe the horrific sickening feeling that I have and how miserable and fucking sad and angry it makes me.
I posted (and deleted) a while ago about how wretched I felt about turning 18 because I DIDNT WANT TO MAKE IT TO 18. My whole life so fucked up I just wish it would fucking end here and I don’t understand why God can’t just let me die instead of having my life fucked up by this disease EVERY YEAR.
No fucking 17 year old should have to endure the absolute sick and twisted shit I endure and still have to live and act like a normal person every day . I hate this nightmare.
I don’t want to celebrate shit, I just want to cry my eyes out. And you know what…, my birthday is fucking meaningless anyway my family doesn’t even remember that it’s my bday lol, and I’m a lonely mf bitch so I have no friends that’ll remember it either. I have no school and will be home alone all day and just wish this day will pass by asap. I wish I was never fucking born, so what reason is there to celebrate anyway? I hate hate HATE birthdays. And I hate HATE the age that is 18 and the fact that I’m an adult now oh my god
I’m just so fucking tired I’m so so tired like my brain is failing me every mf day and it’s fucked up to the point of no return, it’s so fried it feels like I’ve been a mf drug addict or something for 10 years (never came near drugs or alcohol or even vaping once). My memory’s so so fucked up I feel like a dementia patient like it’s actually so so horrible. I worked so hard to get into my dream university and it felt like fucking NOTHING, and for me the silver lining of my shitty, depressing teenagehood is that at least university is ahead of me which I was really looking forward to..
but of course I don’t deserve nothing good in life and now I might not even go because of my DPDR and how much it’s fucked me up again. Even if I go it won’t be any different, it’s just going to be the nightmare that it is rn plus 100x worse while attending. But I can’t describe how dreadful it feels to even have uni experience already being messed up for me like it just feels like the universe is working against me in every aspect of my life???? It feels like I’m about to die or that I’m actually rotting every single day and I’m just so tired.
I’m really sorry for the rant but I wanted to post something and once I started writing I couldn’t stop lol. My head hurts so much lol.

I'm so tired. I'm 41. Started having lower back spasms at 11. Got very active and fit that kept it mosty at bay during my teenage years. Back pain returned and young adulthood. Cried on the way to work on the bus. Knelt on the floor to type. Got a different job. Migraines slowly started over years. That would go out 3 to 4 times a year regularly but I was very active.

1. I don't know what the fuck happened but my neck did something and it was months And months of uncontrollable spasms and complete trauma. Interstitial cystitis appeared. Gastrointestinal pain started. My nervous system seems to be jacked up after that. Super reactive to everything.

I pull myself heroically back to some decent functionality after a few years. Then my new knee pain (chondromalacia) took away roller skating which was my favorite activity in life and probably the thing that kept me strong. I've been working on my knee since 2020 and I still haven't made progress with all the PT. It's so incredibly frustrating and it's what kept me from skating and hiking. I try to keep active with walking and PT exercises.
Then my husband of 12 years just walks out on me one day with no warning (He actually moved out while I was gone for the weekend and let me know by email but he wanted a divorce, saying that my recent diagnosis made me a ticking time bomb waiting to ruin our lives)
Fast forward 2 years through the trauma of utter blindsided betrayal and abandonment by someone I thought was my best friend and loving life partner, And the mental trauma of being forced to do a whole divorce and fight for my needs with someone who screamed at me that I didn't deserve any alimony at all because I created all this suffering in my head to manipulate care out of him (Yes, that was his point of view. I can't explain it. It's nuts. It's basically total denial I think, His twisted rationale to make this my fault and therefore abandoning me acceptable) I haven't worked in years. I don't qualify for disability because I stopped working gradually, before I had a diagnosis and I trusted my husband. So now I don't have enough recent work credits for disability.
Randomly, a year after my husband left, I developed chronic tailbone pain. I haven't been able to sit down without pain for over a year. It's really a hard condition to treat, no solution in sight but strengthening which I'm used to and I'm ready to do...
... But my hips have started possibly subluxing? I've never had trouble there before because I've been very active since age 11. I don't drive. I walk everywhere. I used to roller skate, hike. Now all I do is walk. It hurts to lift my leg when I lay on my side, feels like it's stuck like I have to rotate my leg in order to properly lift it. Sometimes I get a sharp pain in the back part where the top of the thigh bone is. Aching today.
I'm suspecting this slow loss of my physical activity has finally weakened my hip butt area, allowing my hips to have problems for the first time?
And I've JUST gotten over an exhausting trial of LDN which backfired on me (It caused completely new peripheral neuropathy to appear in my hands and feet and then set my migraines to become chronic, every day, for over a month)
It's literally been 3 days since the amitriptyline has finally kicked in and I've gone a day or two without migraine.
But this hip pain is taking me down mentally.
How can I exercise when despite my best efforts, I keep adding injury after injury. They're stacking up. I can't climb my way out.
I'm terrified because I can't sit. I can't even use a wheelchair if my hips give out. How the fuck am I supposed to live?
How much more can I fucking take?
I really hope I'm just having a little breakdown. I hope I can improve things.
But I'm just so goddamn fucking tired.

I turn 18 in a few hours and I really couldn’t feel worse about it, I cried so many times about it already and feel absolutely sick to my stomach. I don’t know how to describe the horrific sickening feeling that I have and how miserable and fucking sad and angry it makes me.
I posted (and deleted) a while ago about how wretched I felt about turning 18 because I DIDNT WANT TO MAKE IT TO 18. My whole life so fucked up I just wish it would fucking end here and I don’t understand why God can’t just let me die instead of having my life fucked up by this disease EVERY YEAR.
No fucking 17 year old should have to endure the absolute sick and twisted shit I endure and still have to live and act like a normal person every day . I hate this nightmare.
I don’t want to celebrate shit, I just want to cry my eyes out. And you know what…, my birthday is fucking meaningless anyway my family doesn’t even remember that it’s my bday lol, and I’m a lonely mf bitch so I have no friends that’ll remember it either. I have no school and will be home alone all day and just wish this day will pass by asap. I wish I was never fucking born, so what reason is there to celebrate anyway? I hate hate HATE birthdays. And I hate HATE the age that is 18 and the fact that I’m an adult now oh my god
I’m just so fucking tired I’m so so tired like my brain is failing me every mf day and it’s fucked up to the point of no return, it’s so fried it feels like I’ve been a mf drug addict or something for 10 years (never came near drugs or alcohol or even vaping once). My memory’s so so fucked up I feel like a dementia patient like it’s actually so so horrible. I worked so hard to get into my dream university and it felt like fucking NOTHING, and for me the silver lining of my shitty, depressing teenagehood is that at least university is ahead of me which I was really looking forward to..
but of course I don’t deserve nothing good in life and now I might not even go because of my DPDR and how much it’s fucked me up again. Even if I go it won’t be any different, it’s just going to be the nightmare that it is rn plus 100x worse while attending. But I can’t describe how dreadful it feels to even have uni experience already being messed up for me like it just feels like the universe is working against me in every aspect of my life???? It feels like I’m about to die or that I’m actually rotting every single day and I’m just so tired.
I’m really sorry for the rant but I wanted to post something and once I started writing I couldn’t stop lol. My head hurts so much lol and I’m getting tinnitus as I’m writing this lol.

You could literally be doing a lot of grinding and waiting due to the game's nature and it's not even rewarding because they decided that you need to clear 100 afk stages just to walk on two parts of the map without actually progressing the main plotline.
It's always so annoying having to wait more and more, it's just really discouraging to play the game at all.
It may not have been that apparent to most as major portions of people really just enjoyed how low maintenance this game is + other people who ran in this problem are likely to have just had whaled their way out, both of which are acceptable.
But it hurts how you can stress a lot about a stage because of how you can only level up 1 unit per day, this felt incredibly limiting already, and clearing 45/50 stages for the next area in the story just to walk on that part of the map is insulting.
This is an AFK game after all, but more and more, especially with the rewards nerf, it's not easy to say they don't even want us to play the game.
The game was heading the right direction with tons of streamers and youtubers reccomending the game, even myself found one of my fav CC advertise this game, so I tried it out, and it had a fairly interesting lore indeed.
It was decent at most and felt really welcome by the game.
Everything slowed down after the first week, but nonetheless, I loved the game, and so did everyone else because of how f2p it is in most of it's content.
But all of these are being stripped away adding more salt on the slow-ahh story progression.

It's been over a decade since I had this disorder and it's always been on the back of my mind that something has happened but I can't tell what it is, that my life isn't normal or won't be
It gets worse with my theme of false memory OCD(I randomly fear that I might have done something wrong a few min ago/days/years ago and need to constantly prove that I have not hurt anyone). It took therapy and meds for me to stop doing this and it's still not fully gone away
Just some ominous feeling suppressed deep in my head that it's never gonna be perfectly ok and it gives me intense sorrow that's hard to explain
Does anyone relate? How do you cope with this?

Bursting my ‘Reddit’ Cherry here folks, so take it easy on this ole fella here…
Looking for help to identify an old movie I shouldn’t have watched as a kid - 40 years ago, or so, when I would have been roughly 5 - 7 years old, so circa 1981 to ‘83 etc.
When my Ma went out to Bingo, my Da would put us kids to bed early, then watch a movie.
I’d commando crawl downstairs 10 mins later, & get in the gap between the back of the couch & the wall, & poke my head out the other end till I could see the screen.
Watched many movies like this that I shouldn’t have at that age!
Anyway, sorry for the novella, but I got away with this until a movie that made me “Gasp!!” in horror, & my Da caught me.
The movie was in colour, set I think in Columbian Jungle, or maybe a Brazilian rainforest, with POW’s working in some sort of camp, boxing guns into giant wooden crates.
The POW’s come up with an escape plan to get out of the camp/factory by getting inside one of the boxes/crates/coffins, instead of putting in the guns, and get transported out of there.
The POW’s are discovered inside the boxes/crates, as the weight to too heavy or light, so instead of being loaded onto the truck, they are thrown in a pre-dug grave & buried alive screaming for mercy as the dirt is shovelled over them!
This is when I ‘Gasped!!’ and my Da discovered me behind the couch!!
Does anyone out there know what this movie could be?
Thx in advance.
🫶🏻😃

•~Neptori~•
Chapter fifteen
Neptori
A wooden woman, whose hair was a mass of apple blossoms, stood in the center of the clearing, overseeing a bear ahead in the river as it caught fish.
The bear would sense magic and run off, so that didn’t concern her, but she had no fucking clue how to deal with a damn wooden woman! “Say lady, if I chop you up into little bits and pieces are you just gonna regrow and turn into a bunch more wooden women?” Tori’s voice echoed in the clearing twice before the woman snapped her head towards her and suddenly gained skin. It was weird, messed up and warped, skin though. Unsettling to the stomach. Neptori realized that A: dryads are friendly.
The thing lept at her with long keratin nails, opening its mouth to reveal rotted shark-like teeth and two front buck teeth. She swung with the ax but the creature only landed and lunged at her again. It now had a long bleeding gash running across its chest.
And B: whatever the fuck she was fighting, was not a fucking dryad!
Uneven seams ran spiderwebs along the creature's exposed skin. Its body was eerily similar to an Elves and she hated how it moved; like a spider approaching its next meal… caught in a web… She really hoped this thing was alone. Some primal part of her began to cool into a terrified calm. A sense that only fear could drive you to achieve. She held onto it as she deflected the creature again and swiped with the blade she had. She couldn’t use her magic, it was too unstable when she consciously used it… She couldn’t risk getting knocked out though because she had never measured how long that she’s passed out for, before her subconscious uses her magic.
“Fuck!” She screamed. This fucking thing! Its blood reeked like period sex and she was nauseated into blindness for a second too long. Her arm felt tingly and when she looked down at it, there was a bleeding bite mark and a stolen sleeve. That sleeve hung in the creature's maw like a trophy as it began to circle her, palms up and nails angled. She didn’t let it see her back, she turned in circles with it.
The long handle on the Ax let her rest it on the ground for a reprieve of its weight. The metal made a terrible sound in the dirt and rocks, scraping over roots as she turned. “What are you?” She whispered. “What are you?” It whispered back, mimicking the exact way she said it. She nearly cried out in terror but refrained from doing so in case that's what it fed on— words.
It leaped for her again and she jumped with it, meeting it midair and slicing up with the Ax. The slice only got through half of the many oily layers of skin bound and rotting beneath the top layer. Neptori nearly wretched at the sight and the smell and a dark gluey substance leaked from its half severed neck. She swung again before it could get up, its head rolling to the base of the oak tree beside a mass of grass and wildflowers. “Thank fucking gods!” She sighed, she rubbed her face and found it covered in sweat. Her arm was still bleeding, her nose and mouth as well since they had been hit at some point she didn’t recall.
“Fuck!” She cried out, as if that would change where she was and what she was doing. Why did she have to do this? She didn’t trust the queen even a little, no matter how much she really wanted to.
She rolled her neck, shoulders, ankles, took a breath and then started walking after the head. It had rolled into a perfectly circular ditch at the base of that tall tuft of grass and flowers. Wait… She crouched down and reached to pick it up, just grabbing the disgusting, soggy-noodle hair when a hand reached from the grass and pulled her in. Long, jagged nails sliced at her face and chest as she held its head away with her hands. Its skin felt like it was covered in worms and egg whites. But her hands came back stained as if by ink. When they slipped and lost her grip on its neck. She rolled to avoid the teeth but this creature seemed to be smarter, it rolled too, and its buck teeth grazed Neptoris neck before she was able to wrap grass and stems around its neck and hold it there. Its hands dug into her thighs and squeezed, leaching a shrieking scream from Neptori.
The thing laughed at her, even choked and scrambled as if it was from the grass… it sounded so familiar to a laugh that a Faerie would make…
A wash of fear so cold it numbed her, came crashing into the front of her mind. She felt the plants grow around the creature, engulfing it completely and tugging its root-covered shape into the earth. She held up a hand though and its struggling, screaming form stopped being buried.
A water droplet was sucked from the air and formed in the palm of her hand. A thought and it had become ice, sharp and jagged like the creature's nails; and flying right for the creature's neck. The ice struck true, severing the head in mostly one blow. It fell and dangled from but a seam in its skinsuit. A thought and the ice blade flew back towards her waiting hand, severing the last seam before melting back into water and floating around her head.
The water didn’t feel right to her magic as it held the water in the air. But then it splashed down onto her and she felt that disgusting black good residue!
“Shit! No! Nooo…” she couldn’t quite process what had happened, not as the FairyQueen suddenly appeared before her with both heads in her hands. The mass of grass and flowers and two headless bodies, they began to burn. “Why?”
“Because my enemies will be burned for crossing me, that is the price for it.” The queen was so utterly unphased. It made Neptoris stomach blanch and she erupted with vomit. Chunks of dried meat and hard cheese. It hurt to throw it up, and the thick mucus that came with it wasnt a better pleasure. “What next?”
“Well a party dear hero! You have earned it!”

I am 24F from India. I want to ask if I am wrong here. I was always beaten up for something minor. Verbally and physically abused for not being academically bright like my brother. When I was a kid, I had this belief that if I were dead, all my mother's problems would go away and she would be happy. As if I am the burden here. My mother filled my brother's ear saying all sorts of negative things. He once said to my mother that if I was not his sister, he wouldn't have talked to me ever. I was sitting right there and I was 10 years old.
Once somebody told my mother that I liked a guy in my school and she beat the hell out of me. I was lying on the floor facing my mother and she just wouldn't stop. The sad part is that I was not even aware of why I was getting beaten up. I realized it later that night. I was so emotionally hurt that I cried the whole day in school the next day. A teacher came talked to me, and talked to my brother. My brother must have told Mother but she did not even apologize. I was 12.
There are a lot of other instances which i remember but i don't want to make the post long.
I just want to know if my never feeling a sense of attachment towards her is justified. She used to abuse me. I could never say that to a kid. It is too harsh. She would comment on my nose, and my body saying that i was not pretty enough. Admiring other girls all the time. Always preferring my brother over me. Bitch about me to my brother.
I can't move out as of now.

My boyfriend ‘31M’ (we together 1 year) and I hang out with my friend ‘40F’ and her partner. We were out one night and he headed away for a while I’d a feeling he may have been in my friends house. I went over to the house (her partner was also out at the time)and saw them in an embrace I couldn’t make out if it was kissing or just hugging through the window. They both were drunk, and said it was just a hug. I don’t know what to think. He never seemed to be the type to mess around but I’m still hurt. Is this cheating or innocent?

In the book of revelation, i was reading it and was very intrigued by the four angels, with a head of ox, lion, bull and the man.
I wanted to know the meaning behind it so badly but i just couldnt get it so i gave up. And then one day i remembered out of nowhere, the movie of the wizard of oz and the character of the lion and how he’s searching for courage. Then i thought, those angels must represent something like 4 virtues and started searching for the meaning of the eagle and found out that it could represent wisdom because he flies high and sees above.
Then i stuggled and decided to drop it and then i remembered that they may represent earth, water, fire and air. Didnt know why i got this thought except the number 4 is the link, but i started digging anyways and found out it is actually called tetramorph and that in christianity those 4 angels represent mark, mathew, luke and john, in alchemy earth, fire, air, water and in astrology taurus, leo, aquarius and scorpio.
Then i was like this cant be it, i thought astrology was demonic. Then i started reading the part called new jerusalem. And in its description, it is written that it’s built on 4 sides of the world, north, west, south, east, with three door on each of it, on which on each is written one of the 12 names of the disciples. And then i was like woah, zodiac signs has 4 groups, in each group, there are three of them, and there are 12 of them in all.
I was still confused until i got to the part where it says it is bulit on 12 foundations, each with its own crystals and they all represent own crystals of the zodiacs. Starting with aries, ending with pisces.
Im still in a reading, but i think all of this messages in the bible are actually from stars reading. On earth as it’s in heaven, everything is written in the sky and is projecting on earth

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Part 1
I ended up buying a house at the edge of this town.... before i knew all the bullshit that was goin' on around here. Got bored and went down to the local sheriff Jack and asked about an opening, Didn't even fill out an application, got the job on the spot. For the first few months it was the usual, speeding tickets, drunk and disorderly, normal shit right? Well... let the fuckery commence....
I had been a deputy for 7 months when one of the local farmers called in and reported he had some animals killed last night and wanted someone to come out to his house. John Nixon was a 60 year old farmer who lived by himself. His wife passed away years ago, but he never remarried and they never had kids. We met one day at the local tackle shop. Me being new in town, he took me to some of the good fishin' spots. The man was a huge military history buff and would always ask about my time in. I thought I knew him personally, so i took the call.
As I rolled up to the gate on his property, I saw John standing at the gate with a shotgun. " Hey john, can I ask why you are standing there with that cannon in your hands?" No response, he just stared at me. "John! put that damn shotgun down!!" I yelled. Its like he snapped to out of a trance. "Mason, i need you to come round the back side of the house to the barn, now!" he snapped.
"OK, OK, let me get outta the car and grab some gear." I said opening the car door. While i was grabbing my gear, John was standing there with his eyes scanning the tree line. "Come on mason! you need to see this!" He said heading towards the back. I closed the trunk and started walking over in his direction.
"So what the hell is going on that's got you walking around here with that damn bazooka?" No response, he just keeps walking and scanning the tree line. We finally got to the back of his house where the barn is. It looked like a horror movie in that pen.
"What the fuck happened here!?!" I said covering my mouth. There were pieces of chickens and goats everywhere, a few pigs looked like they had been filleted. "Its back mason, after all these years" John mumbled. "John what the hell are you talking about? what did this?" I asked.
John took his eyes off the tree line and looked me dead in the face. "Your not from here so you dont know." "Know what man? what are you saying?" I asked getting annoyed now. "Years ago this same thing happened to a few guys I know. All of their livestock had been killed. Not killed and eatin', just killed. It got people 'round here up in arms. Well, a few of us got together and decieded we were gonna look for whatever did it" he said. "What the hell are you telling me john?" I interrupted. "There were four of us. We were young, thought we were bullet proof. We went out into the woods one morning, determined to find the damn thing that had been killing our animals.
Tommy was the first to say something. "Hey, did you guys hear that?". The rest of us didnt hear a thing, so we kept moving. We got about three miles deep into the old pine forest at the edge of town. Will was the next to say something, "WHAT THE FUCK?!" he yelled out while looking down at the mud. We ran over to where he was standing to find him wide eyed. "I dont know what the actual fuck did this, but we..we need to go and I mean right fucking now!!!" he said pointing. This track was huge, at least 14 inches long with huge claws. Gerald spoke up "Let's fuckin' go guys!!".
We started back tracking out of the area, when we were stopped cold in our tracks, we all heard it this time. It was coming from everywhere and nowhere at the same damn time. A sickening, shrieking laugh was coming from all around us. We panicked and starting runnin'. As soon as we did that, whatever was making that noise centered as if right behind us, and it was coming fast, ungodly fast" John said eyeing the remains of a chicken that was torn apart.
"We were about a mile from the trucks when I heard a thud and a scream, when i looked back Gerald wasn't there. Will and tommy were right behind me, terror all over their faces. Tommy pulled his pistol and started shooting backwards. Only one shot rang out before something tackled him and Will. I stopped, raising my rifle, but they had already been torn apart. It was seconds, and they were in shreds" John said.
"Mason, what i saw standing over their shredded bodies has haunted me since then. The fucking thing was nine feet tall, shaped like a man, but not. Its skin, or or scales was a mixture of black and grey and it looked slimy. It looked like a damn bodybuilder with hugh claw like hands. Its head was massive, with what looked like horns coming from the jaw to around the chin. Its eyes, glowed bright green in the middle of the fucking day, and it had a mouth full of fucked up jagged teeth." He said lowering his head.
"I jus.. just stood there, waitng for my turn. This thing paced back and fourth, staring at me, with this creepy damn smile. It looked down at Will and Tommy, then it looked back up at me. My heart almost stopped when it pointed and shook its head at me. It started making that shrieking laugh as it grabbed what was left of my friends in each giant claw and walked off into the woods, still fucking laughing. I fell to my knees as it vanished into the trees."
I stood there, thinking he lost his damn mind. John had stopped talking, he had this way off look in his eyes. "John..., john.., JOHN!!" his eyes snapped back to mine. "So what are you telling me? A nine foot creature with claws killed your friends and animals?!" I half mocked. "Yea.... thats what i'm telling you. Its back for me, i know it." "What makes you think it was this thing you say killed your friends? It could have been coyotes" I asked " I know mason, i heard that same horrible shrieking laugh in the woods behind the barn last night."
Now I’ve heard some real bullshit in my time, especially during my time in the contracting field... But this was the most out there shit I had ever heard.
"Alright, alright... let's just take a big ass step backwards. I need to wrap my head around all of this." I said takin a deep breath. John laid the shotgun down to his side. "I'm telling you the truth mason. i'm too old and tired to lie about shit" he said shrugging. I looked deep into this man’s eyes. When I did, I saw something that told me this was the absolute truth as he knew it. " You haven’t given me any reason to doubt you... but fuck man... this is hard to swallow. I need proof John, that's the way this works." A look of frustration washed over his weathered face.
"Proof?! you want proof huh? follow me" John groaned.
He started walking towards the tress behind the barn. As we got closer to the trees, I started to smell rusty copper. Blood I thought out loud. John raised his shotgun as we walked closer. That damn gun had to be illegal, but this wasn’t the time for that. Him raising that gun made me a lil' uneasy, so I pulled my Glock 9mm out and flipped the safety off.
John owned about 90 acres, most of it unkept. A lot of the land was behind the barn which butted up to a state forest. We took about 12 steps into the wood line when the smell of death hit me like a brick. "I'm taking you to where I heard the noise coming from last night... your PROOF is out there Mason" He said with a slight edge to it.
We walked almost a hundred yards into the woods when john stopped in front of a tree. It looked twisted and warped all the way to its top. I stepped around John and saw huge claw marks cut deep all the way around the base of the tree, it's hard to even call it that. "What the hell is this?" I said looking up. "This is a marker, it's territory starts here" John replied. I looked at john like he was crazy, which at this point I thought he was. "This thing travels throughout these woods. I've found five more of these trees in our town" he said putting a hand on the tree.
"This isn’t telling me anything John, just that you've got a weird ass tree on your property" I said back to him. "Do you hear that?" So we could move this mess forward, I stopped talking and just listened. I hadn't noticed that during our walk into the woods it had got quiet, and I mean not one sound. " What the hell? where did all the animals go?" I asked looking around. "They're scared mason... you should be too. Let's get back to the house."
We turned and started making our way out of the woods. We were damn near the tree line when I heard a snap. I turned around, gun raised to see a black streak dart back deeper into the woods. "What the fuck was that?!" All John said was "we need to leave, now!" We turned and started sprinting the rest of the way out of the woods. I was surprised at how fast john was for an old man. We got all the way back to my patrol car. "I don't know what that was, but I don't think you should stay here tonight John. Pack some stuff and come to my place" I said pointing my gun at the trees. John just let out a sigh as if frustrated and defeated.
"You weren't listenin'. The pine forest, these trees, it’s all connected. I’m talkin’ bout before this area was even inhabited by native peoples. This fucking thing has been around for a very long time. I have been looking into this since that day, I had to find out what it was and if it can be killed" he tried to explain. The whole time john was talking I had my eyes and weapon pointed at the trees. " You can put that down mason, it just wanted you to know it's here" He said.
"John, I to need process this shit. I've never seen or heard anything like this and to be straight with you, I’m at a loss right now" I said opening the trunk. "I get it, I get it. The sheriff jack was a deputy back then. When you see him... tell him I said the dark is here..." And with that, he just turned his back and walked back into his house not saying another word.
I got back in the car and sat there. Looking at the treeline. After a few minutes I went back to the station. I must've walked in with that universal what the fuck look on my face, because Cathy the clerk asked what was wrong with me. I told her I was fine and asked if she had seen the sheriff? "Yeah, he is in the gun cage. Are you sure you’re ok Mason?" She asked again.
"Yeah, I'm good, just need to talk to Jack." I started walking towards the back of the building, when Jack came around the corner. "Hey mason, what's up?" he says walking up to me. "I just got back from John's house." The look on his face completely changed. "He had a bunch of animals killed last night. It looked like a slaughterhouse. He told me to tell you the dark was back?" I told him noticing his reaction.
Jack stiffened up and not saying a word gestured for me to follow him towards the back security door. We headed towards the back and out the door. Jack had stopped to make sure the door was secure then pointed at his truck and said "get in."
After getting in he looked over "I need some coffee" then started the truck up and headed west out of the parking lot towards the coffee shop. He ordered a large black coffee with extra sugar then asked if I wanted one. "I'll take a small black, no sugar." We pulled out and headed east back past the station. We ended up driving towards the edge of the county. "What's going on and why are we heading way the hell out here?" I looked at jack and said.
Jack just took a long sip of his coffee then placed it back in the holder.
After a long breath "You want some answers about what happened at Johns' house... I’m sure he told you about a few other things about this town... well we're gonna go get you some answers" He said looking at a black sedan passing in the opposite direction. "Aight so, like you mason, I’m not from here either. I was a trooper in New York for a few years before I came down here. I resigned after a call to an old couple’s house" He said reaching for his cup. "My partner Jake and I responded to what was thought to be an animal attack. We were the first on the scene, having been a couple miles away lookin' for speeders.
When we rolled up an older woman came running over to the cruiser. She had a panicked look on her face and just kept repeating "they're dead, they're dead!!" We hopped out and sat her in the back of the car then asked what happened. "I...I... came over to talk to gloria and... and I saw the door open. I walked in yelling her and Alan’s name, but they didn't answer... I found them upstairs... it's horrible!!" She said sobbing. Jake and I drew our weapons and started making the move inside. Like the witness said the front door was open, so we moved in. It smelled like sulfur and blood when we entered. We started clearing rooms. The first floor was clear, so we made our way up the steps.
The smell was overpowering now. We cleared the bathroom, and the two smaller rooms were clear also. The door to the master bedroom was slightly opened. I motioned to Jake and we hit the door.... it looked like some movie shit!! I kid you not. Jake turned and went back into the hallway and threw up. I stepped into the room and... listen I had never seen anything like this before" Jack stammered out.
"These two people were in shreds on the bed, they're insides had been yanked out and thrown around the fucking room. After looking at the bodies I noticed these huge claw marks in the wall, I’m talking if Andre the giant had had a Krueger glove. I stepped back out of the room and radioed to dispatch that we needed more units. I walked back to the front door where Jake was standing hunched over looking out of it.
Parked outside were 3 black SUVs and a black sedan. I counted 11 men dressed in black tactical military gear, some with a type of rifle I had never seen before, but you could tell it was large caliber. The rest with SMG weapons. When i looked over towards the patrol car, one of the men had the door opened and was talking to the witness. He saw us and started our way. He was dressed in all black too and carried what looked like a desert eagle in a chest holster.
When he got closer I got a better look at him. He looked to be in his late 40's with salt and pepper colored hair and a big ass scar that ran down the right side of his face. He got about ten feet from the steps "We appreciate the assistance, but you are no longer needed" He said in deep voice. As he is saying this, one of the other guys escorts the witness out of our car and into the back of that sedan.
The guy started walking away from us "Who are you? and what the fuck is going on?" I yelled at him. He turned with a look on his face that you only see in movies then took a few steps towards us. "Your command has been informed and you are to leave now!" He said raising his hand up towards that holstered pistol. Jake looked at me and shook his head "fuck it, let's go, let them deal with that mess upstairs" he said still coughing then started heading towards the car. I followed him down the steps... looking this guy up and down, checking out the vehicles... for anything that might tell me who we were dealing with.
The only thing I saw was on the assholes uniform... there was a patch on his shoulder. It was an all-black diamond with a weird looking black M in the middle on it. The guy stared us down until we were in the car driving away. He had that pistol in his hand and the other men starting moving into the house. Jake and I didn’t say a word until the radio squawked and we were told to head back to the barracks.
When we got there, we were told to report to the troop commander’s office. Commander Thompson was sitting in his office along with a man in a nice 2-piece suit. The man in the suit stood there quietly while Thompson told us that we never responded to any call out to that farmhouse, and that this was the first and only time he would say it. With that, he dismissed us and and we walked out. The shit didn’t sit well with me, and I ended up resigning a few months later.
I came down here and then that shit in the woods happened. I was on the scene, I saw the claw marks. They looked just like the ones in New York, and the same damn trucks showed up with different personnel. I knew just to shut up and walk away, and after making that choice I have had a pretty good career here." he finished grabbing his cup out of the holder.
My brain was in overdrive. I was just about to completely question bomb jack when he said, "We're here." He pulled off onto this overgrown driveway and drove for about a quarter mile. We pulled up to an old two-story house that looked like it was in ruins... but the lights were on. "Where the hell are we?" I asked As the last word of that question left my mouth, the front door of the house opened... standing in the doorway was a old man, dressed in weathered black clothing. Jack leaned over to me "You wanted answers... well.... there they are."