In the past few weeks, ive come to the realization that few people actually care about me in my life and only a handful arent family and i need to vent.
Ive been going to this school for 5 years now (im 14) and in the first few years i was really cringe and nerdy as i was still a kid, plus i came from a different country so i was rushing too quickly to adapt and whatever but at the end of the day it wasnt too bad and i had some good friends. As the years progressed, i started to slowly fit in less and less as my friends grew interested things other than me and i tried but i was just forcing myself to do something that i didnt want to so i gave up. This really got bad on the 3rd - 4th year as some new people came into our class and theh completely changed the dynamic of the friend group further away from me. It was a terrible year for me as i really just couldnt fit in and was honestly kinda bullied by them. I also fumbled hard with a girl that just sent me deeper into the pit of pain. This was a big growing point in my life as i went through alot and learned alot but i came out victorious or so i thought...
In 2023-2024 i grew ALOT more self aware than i was before and i realized things that i couldnt back then. This allowed me to finally start joining in on things, being funny, laughing and overall just improving myself. Although not immediately, i was finally happy and i felt like i fit in!... for like two months. Gradually i started to see the gap between me and them. They would always be talking about things i wasnt interested in but i managed and held on, another thing that didnt help is that most of the time some of them talk in their own language usually in front of other people and it just feels like ive reached an impenetrable barrier. They would always lift eachother up and laugh with eachother and you could tell they were close to eachother, but me? I was just a school friend. I talked with them when i could and we would laugh with eachother and shit but deep down i felt like i didnt have a place in there. Now were writing our final exams and the truth is painfully clear. Im close with a few of them but now they talk in a completely different way, in a different language most of the time, and i just dont want to be there anymore. My solution to this pain is to be really social with my other classmates but most of them have their own friend groups and theyre mostly girls and they take my friendship for granted and dont value me.
During the exams sometimes a few of them try to sweeten me up by talking to me as if im a close friend and then asking me for exam answers since i get good grades. Obviously i refuse i aint no ones bitch.
How do i react when they talk to me? They still talk to me since were classmates but i cant help but feel unbothered to put in the effort to be friendly to them and idk if i should be angrier or what. How do i deal with the pain of seeing them all together and knowing that im not one of them??
If i go into depth about this ill never reach the end of it but thats the jist. I do not want to be in their friend group anymore and thankfully im leaving the country soon to find some actual good friends i just needed to vent because the pain gets unbearable sometimes and i feel really lonely. If you read all of this, thank you for listening as it means alot to me.

I occasionally watch market coverage/stock earnings on CNBC (a financial news station covering Wall Street, earnings reports, stock markets, etc for those who aren’t in the US). As also a gymnastics fan (duh), I asked ChatGPT to write commentators for a gymnastics competition that would be of interest to CNBC’s regular, weekday viewers. Enjoy.
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First up, we've got the vault – it's like a high-yield investment, folks! You need power, speed, and that perfect landing. One misstep and you could see a significant drop in points, akin to a stock taking a hit from an unexpected earnings report. But when they nail it? It's a rocket ship, folks, straight to the top!
Moving on to the uneven bars – think of this as a tech stock with lots of volatility. These gymnasts need a combination of strength, flexibility, and rhythm. They swing and release with grace, much like a tech stock can swing with market sentiment. The key here is transitions, just like how a tech company needs to innovate and pivot to stay ahead.
The balance beam is our blue-chip stock – it demands consistency and nerves of steel. One wobble or fall can be disastrous, similar to how a blue-chip company can't afford a misstep in its quarterly reports. The gymnasts must stay poised, just as a strong blue-chip must maintain its performance.
Finally, we hit the floor routine – the diversified portfolio of gymnastics. It combines tumbling, dance, and acrobatics. A well-balanced routine here can cover all bases, showing strength, artistry, and musicality. Much like a diversified portfolio that balances risk and reward, a strong floor routine showcases a gymnast's versatility and skill.
So, strap in, folks! Just like the market, gymnastics is full of ups and downs, and tonight we're going to see who can stick the landing and take home the gold. Stay tuned right here on CNBC!

Before we start this is my first relationship and this isn't hers and her ex isn't long distance but I am Im starting to develop anxiety and trust issues over this relationship and I don't know what to do these issues began when one day my girlfriend told me that her mother was calling her and so she hung up the phone when we were on call and picked up the other call after around 2 hours I was worried that something might have happened and just checked up on her and so she called me crying saying that she was sorry and I was confused because why would she be apologising and so I said whets wrong talk to me and she said ill tell you all about it later just give me a second and so again she hangs up and calls me back after an hour or so and so she's crying and she keeps apologising over and over again and I said what's wrong tell me and she said im sorry that I lied about talking to my mum it was actually my ex boyfriend who called me. After this point I'm also starting to somewhat tear up because I don't know what to say or do and so I ask why he called and what did you guys talk about she says that he keeps telling her that he's changed and that he wants her back and that he's coming back to her town and wants to see her again and show her how much he's changed and so I asked for her response and she said that she told him that she didn't want him anymore and that she cheated on him and everything but she said he still insists on meeting her and getting back together and I just told her why don't you block him and she said she's scared that she's gonna hurt him and she doesn't know what to feel and she said she still has tiny feeling left for him but she also said that im the only person she needs and wants and she doesn't know what to feel and so I told her she's going to have to either hurt him or hurt me and that she's going to have to choose. she was also worried that I didn't trust her after that which I was never worried about until after that happened because she immediately told me everything and so she told me to ask her anything about her life and so I did and I don't want to get too much into detail about her past due to privacy reasons but lets just say she's been with multiple men and had done the deed with multiple men and has cheated before I don't know how many times I just know she has and it was with this ex and so I told her to tell me any updates about her ex immediately and she said okay she also said that the problem would be solved after 2 days and so I waited and gave her time we were normal for the first couple days after we were having fun and then I noticed things started to tilt after a week or so she stopped calling me baby as much calling me by my first name a lot more but still calls me baby she replies instantly compared to me whenever she sends a message ill reply within a minute or instantly but whenever she sends a message even if I reply instantly sometimes she wouldn't respond for a couple minutes after, she doesn't spend as much time with me as she used to, im not getting as much attention and love from her as much as I give her and its draining at times because whenever im not with her im just struck with anxiety and I don't know if she's really doing what she says she's doing or not and if she's just texting her ex and talking to him for example today I only got to spend time with her in the morning and once at night for a small amount of time around an hour the nighttime was mostly me carrying the conversation as she said she was tired. I know she has her own struggles she has to bare and there's things going on in her life but I don't know if its the struggles that's making her unresponsive or something else and that's what's killing me but the time I spend with her is like no other I truly have the best time whenever im with her and it always makes me feel top notch and I don't know when I should confront her because I don't wanna make things worse for her since as I said she's also going through moments with university and family is there anything to do in this situation and is this normal?

I'm 28, working currently as a supervisor in london for a drylining company for the past 3 years delivering 2 projects (high end/residential), currently on my 3rd project which is the biggest this company have taken on and the pay is not worth the burnout (£33k). I originally trained up as a plumber and done that since I was 17/18, as an explanation for the change of trade I saw it and fancied the change up basically.
At a point now I have a mortgage and a baby so I need to be making more ideally. To explain the burnout: the main contractor is constantly up our arses and my higher ups are about as useful as a chocolate teapot lately, I end up dealing with the BS of the day (we have another supervisor equivalent to me who's stepped up from being a fixer on probably 180/200 a day and he's ready to go back on the tools as well).
My average day will include: man management, logistics, material distribution, invoice auditing, co ordination with main contractor + other trades, QA etc.
Qualifications wise I have City and guilds plumbing lvls 2+3 Building services lvl 2 Sssts First aid at work Sia badge Pasma Cscs
I'm not afraid of physical work or opposed to going back on the tools, but right now I feel there must be something I'm not thinking of, I'd even consider another sidestep at this point.
I appreciate all input and thank you on advance

For thousands of years, and to this day, Christians of various kinds have tried to demonstrate the truth of Christianity by claiming that Jesus was prophesied about specifically in the Hebrew Scriptures. It is argued that Jesus fulfilled these prophecies about the Messiah in the OT and, therefore, is the promised one. Only Jesus could've fulfilled these Messianic prophecies, so they say. Additionally, Christian theology, building off the NT paradigm of quoting the OT, has claimed that the OT looks forward to the founding of Christianity and the formation of the Church.
What this post will argue is that this is anachronistic and that Christians are incorrect in their claims about the OT. The OT prophets do not look forward to a supposed Messiah figure who would arrive hundreds of years later in 1st century Roman Palestine or that this Messiah figure would crucified and raised from the dead. Nor do they prophesy the establishment of the Christian religion. Instead, the OT looks forward to an imminent, glorious, material restoration of ancient Israel meant to happen in their day, not centuries later when Christianity was founded. Nor is the OT looking forward to supposed events that have yet to happen, like the second coming of Jesus or a future restoration of the land of Israel. These were supposed to happen in ancient Israel but did not occur.
Before I begin, I would like to say that this is the consensus of biblical scholars and historians. This is not just my opinion or the opinion of secular skeptics. All critical scholars of the OT, including Jews, Christians, and non-religious ones, agree that OT needs to be understood in its ancient Israelite context. They agree that these texts and oracles are not about Jesus or the Church. If you want to read an excellent scholarly resource, I highly recommend John J. Collins, Introduction to the Hebrew Bible, 2018. He is a leading OT scholar at Yale and a Roman Catholic. The New Oxford Annotated Study Bible is also a beneficial resource, giving a critical scholarly introduction and notes to the Hebrew Bible.
For this post, I will look at some of the principal prophetic literature of the OT. I cannot analyze every single relevant passage.

Isaiah

The Book of Isaiah is among the most popular books in ancient Judaism and Christianity. I could be wrong, but I believe it is the most cited book in the NT after Psalms. This is relevant to this discussion because Christians cite many passages in Isaiah, believing them to be predictions about Jesus. This precedent is set in the NT, for example, in Matthew's or Luke's gospel. However, Jesus/Christianity is not prophesied in the book. Instead, Isaiah predicts the imminent restoration of the Kingdom of Israel and the gathering of the twelve tribes.
Let's examine Isaiah 7:14, a passage often misconstrued as a prophecy about Jesus. In reality, it's not a prophecy about the Messiah at all. The passage states, 'Therefore the Lord himself will give you a sign. Look, the young woman is with child and shall bear a son and shall name him Immanuel.' This is not about a virgin giving a miraculous birth. The word used here is 'almah ', which simply means young woman. If Isaiah intended to convey that this woman was a virgin, there was a word for that, 'betulah '. Matthew's use of the Greek translation of Isaiah 7:14, which is a mistranslation of the Hebrew, as a prophecy about Jesus's virgin birth is a misinterpretation. The context of Isaiah 7 is an oracle of consolation given to King Ahaz, promising him a sign through the birth of a son that Jerusalem will be preserved from the Assyrian crisis.
'For before the child knows how to refuse the evil and choose the good, the land before whose two kings you are in dread will be deserted. The Lord will bring on you and on your people and on your ancestral house such days as have not come since the day that Ephraim departed from Judah—the king of Assyria. On that day the Lord will whistle for the fly that is at the sources of the streams of Egypt and for the bee that is in the land of Assyria. And they will all come and settle in the steep ravines and in the clefts of the rocks and on all the thornbushes and on all the watering holes. On that day the Lord will shave with a razor hired beyond the River—with the king of Assyria—the head and the hair of the feet, and it will take off the beard as well.'
So, Isaiah 7:14 refers to the Assyrian crisis in the 8th century BCE and the preservation of Jerusalem, not events that occurred hundreds of years later. Matthew's misquotation of the OT is a clear example of misinterpretation. It's quite ironic and even amusing that the most famous and well-known prophecy about Jesus's virgin birth, cited every year at Christmas, is quite literally not about that. This highlights the importance of understanding the historical context and the original intent of the texts.
There is a cluster of oracles in Isaiah 9-11 that Christians cite as a prophecy about Jesus. But when we look at the context of Isaiah 7-12, we see that these are about the restoration of Zion and the re-establishment of a Davidic king who would rule in the ancient Near East in Israel, not in 1st-century Judea.
Let's look at some of the famous passages.
'For a child has been born for us, a son given to us; authority rests upon his shoulders, and he is named Wonderful Counselor, Mighty God, Everlasting Father, Prince of Peace. Great will be his authority, and there shall be endless peace for the throne of David and his kingdom. He will establish and uphold it with justice and with righteousness from this time onward and forevermore. The zeal of the Lord of hosts will do this.' 9:6-7
This is not a prophecy about Jesus. The text presupposes that this son is already born and will fulfill this vision in Isaiah's day. Again, the passages surrounding this one set the historical context for fulfillment in the ANE. This Davidic King would preside over the physical restoration of a united Kingdom of Israel and the unification of the twelve tribes.
'On that day, the remnant of Israel and the survivors of the house of Jacob will no longer lean on the one who struck them but will lean on the Lord, the Holy One of Israel, in truth. A remnant will return, the remnant of Jacob, to the mighty God. For though your people, O Israel, were like the sand of the sea, only a remnant of them will return.' 10:20-22
'On that day, the root of Jesse shall stand as a signal to the peoples; the nations shall inquire of him, and his dwelling shall be glorious. On that day, the Lord will again raise his hand to recover the remnant that is left of his people from Assyria, from Egypt, from Pathros, from Cush, from Elam, from Shinar, from Hamath, and from the coastlands of the sea.' 11:10-11
The King, through Yahweh, on that day will also,
'raise a signal for the nations and will assemble the outcasts of Israel and gather the dispersed of Judah from the four corners of the earth. ¹³ The jealousy of Ephraim shall depart; the hostility of Judah shall be cut off; Ephraim shall not be jealous of Judah, and Judah shall not be hostile toward Ephraim. ¹⁴ But they shall swoop down on the backs of the Philistines in the west; together, they shall plunder the people of the east. They shall put forth their hand against Edom and Moab, and the Ammonites shall obey them.'
So, it's clear what these oracles were intending to describe. Isaiah predicted that after the Assyrian crisis of the 8th century BCE, Yahweh would raise up a Davidic ruler who would preside over a literal Israelite Kingdom that would become the dominant power of the ANE. This was expected to happen in the ancient world, but it did not occur. The historical context of Jesus and the first-century Church is not the fulfillment of these oracles. These oracles are failed. Isaiah's vision of an eternal, glorious Israelite Kingdom did not come to pass.

Jeremiah

There are two passages in Jeremiah I would like to discuss.
Jeremiah 29:10 promises that after 70 years, the Jews will return from the Babylonian exile, and God will restore Israel to its former glory.
'For thus says the Lord: Only when Babylon’s seventy years are completed will I visit you, and I will fulfill to you my promise and bring you back to this place. For surely I know the plans I have for you, says the Lord, plans for your welfare and not for harm, to give you a future with hope. Then, when you call upon me and come and pray to me, I will hear you. When you search for me, you will find me; if you seek me with all your heart, I will let you find me, says the Lord, and I will restore your fortunes and gather you from all the nations and all the places where I have driven you, says the Lord, and I will bring you back to the place from which I sent you into exile.'
This never happened historically. Yes, some of the Judeans in exile did return to Israel. Israel was rebuilt with the help of the Persians. But, this was not the glorious restoration predicted by the prophets. Israel would continue to be dominated by foreign powers until the establishment of the secular state of Israel in 1948, which, of course, has no relevance to this ancient oracle. Further, while some Judeans did return, this promise of a gathering of Jews from all the nations did not happen. After the Assyrian and Babylonian conquests, Jews have remained permanently dispersed in the diaspora. This is another failed oracle. It cannot be interpreted exegetically as being fulfilled in the 1st century with Jesus and Christianity.
More famously, however, is Jeremiah's prediction of the establishment of a 'New Covenant.' (31:31) Christians see this New Covenant as being fulfilled in the Church, and indeed, the New Testament frequently refers to the New Covenant being fulfilled in the Christian community and Jesus's work. However, the historical context of this passage is surrounded by a cluster of oracles in chapters 30-31 that were meant to be a consolation to ancient Israel. The passage itself is clear that this is not talking about Christianity or events hundreds of years later, but is a word of consolation to Jews who experienced the Babylonian conquest:
'The days are surely coming, says the Lord, when I will make a new covenant with the house of Israel and the house of Judah.' 31:31
What is the context?
'At that time, says the Lord, I will be the God of all the families of Israel, and they shall be my people.' 31:1
'The days are surely coming, says the Lord, when the city shall be rebuilt for the Lord from the tower of Hananel to the Corner Gate. And the measuring line shall go out farther, straight to the hill Gareb, and shall then turn to Goah. The whole valley of the dead bodies and the ashes and all the fields as far as the Wadi Kidron, to the corner of the Horse Gate toward the east, shall be sacred to the Lord. It shall never again be uprooted or overthrown.' 31:38-40
'For the days are surely coming, says the Lord, when I will restore the fortunes of my people, Israel and Judah, says the Lord, and I will bring them back to the land that I gave to their ancestors, and they shall take possession of it' 30:3
Then, it is clear what prophesy about the New Covenant means. It's about the imminent restoration of the ancient Kingdom of Israel and its ascent into power and glory. Again, these oracles remained unfulfilled and precisely falsified.

Micah

There is one famous passage in Micah 5, quoted in Matthew and frequently cited by Christians as "proof" that Jesus's birth location was prophesied about hundreds of years prior. The idea that Jesus was born in Bethlehem is, of course, historically dubious. Matthew and Luke's accounts are contradictory and rife with historical problems. Mark and John assume Jesus has always been a native of Nazareth (Mk 6:2-3, Jn 1:46, 7:42). It seems then that Matthew and Luke invented their passages about Jesus being born in Bethlehem to give him more Davidic status. But this is beside the point, even if Jesus was born in Bethlehem. It is not a fulfillment of this passage.
'But you, O Bethlehem of Ephrathah, who is one of the little clans of Judah, from you shall come forth for me one who is to rule in Israel, whose origin is from of old, from ancient days.' 5:2
What is the historical context of this oracle? Again, the context of the chapter and the book is Israel's restoration and the Israelite kingdom's imminent establishment.
'Then, the remnant of Jacob, surrounded by many peoples, shall be like dew from the Lord, like showers on the grass, which do not depend upon people or wait for any mortal. ⁸ And among the nations the remnant of Jacob, surrounded by many peoples, shall be like a lion among the animals of the forest, like a young lion among the flocks of sheep, which, when it goes through, treads down and tears in pieces, with no one to deliver. ⁹ Your hand shall be lifted up over your adversaries, and all your enemies shall be cut off.'
On that day, says the Lord, I will cut off your horses from among you and will destroy your chariots; ¹¹ and I will cut off the cities of your land and destroy all your strongholds; ¹² and I will cut off sorceries from your hand, and you shall have no more soothsayers; ¹³ and I will cut off your images and your pillars from among you, and you shall bow down no more to the work of your hands; ¹⁴ and I will uproot your sacred poles^\)^g\) from among you and destroy your towns. ¹⁵ And in anger and wrath I will execute vengeance on the nations that did not obey.
What about this future King? Again, I find it amusing that Christians cite this text to show that Jesus fulfilled it. It shows they have not read and understood the historical context of the oracle. The text goes on to say that this King will conquer the land of Assyria, the land of Nimrod.
Micah 5:5–6
'When the Assyrians come into our land and tread upon our soil, we will raise against them seven shepherds and eight rulers. They shall rule the land of Assyria with the sword and the land of Nimrod with the drawn sword; he shall rescue us from the Assyrians if they come into our land or tread within our border.'

Conclusion

I've, of course, been very selective. There are many more examples of this that could've been pulled from. I hope you will see what I've briefly tried to show. The Prophets of the OT predicted that in their own time, they would see the salvation of Yahweh as their God. A Davidic King would be raised, and Israel would be restored to glory after the Assyrian crisis in the case of Isaiah or the Babylonian crisis in the case of Jeremiah and Micah. The same goes for the other prophets. My thesis, then, is that historically understood, not only did these oracles fail in their prediction, but they are demonstrably not about events in 1st century Roman Palestine or the wider Greco-Roman world. They're not about establishing the Church or a dying and rising messiah figure who brings spiritual salvation. Yes, the NT does interpret passages in the OT as being fulfilled in Jesus. But they are taken out of their historical context. The NT and early Christians were not novel in this practice. This was standard Jewish exegesis of the OT. Because Christians and Jews believed that the OT writings were sacred scripture that couldn't be wrong, they reinterpreted them in the light of their situations. The Essenes at Qumran, like the early Christians, also thought that their community and Teacher of Righteousness was the fulfillment of the bible prophecy, and the Rabbis in the Rabbinic literature frequently apply ancient scripture to their community.

I 27m broke up with my gf of 7 years at the start of 2024 no hard feelings or anything, ever since tho I have been watch gay adult content which has been weird as I before hand never had a thought about anything of that stuff. I started to question it in my work one day as I seen this obviously gay guy with a huge ass. He came up to me and should interest but I said “nah I’m straight” I thought about it more after and I thought, I got turned on by the thought of me fucking him but, got grossed or at the thought of him doing that or kissing me.
I have no idea what is going on but i am sure it turns me on because it’s like the thought of fucking a guy with a fat ass is almost like conquering him and the thought of like it’s wrong to want to fuck a guy that is feminine with an ass is a huge turn on, but a massive turn off if I think of kissing or me being the one that is fucked. Getting head as well but with my eyes closed is hot, usually the content the guys ass has to be shaved as well or I can’t watch. I’m just so confused at this point, cause I could definitely do it, as I find it so incredible hot if it’s a guy that has feminine attributes, but couldn’t see myself doing any of that other stuff at all as the thought of that makes me feel sick. What would this be called and has anyone experienced this?
I’m just so confused as I still find women hot and would go for them more but if given the opportunity I would fuck a feminine guy if they had a nice ass every now and then.
Update: Gave the guy I saw at work this new Reddit I have and he said that him and some of his friends wanted me to rate their asses😂 as they wanted my opinion, which is a massive turn on because I’ve not done anything with a guy and they are random strangers, that are gonna be sending me that soon😂 think they are turned on by the fact that It would be my first time fuckin a guy and I can tell they want it to be one of them. I was in the toilet at the urinal about to take my break and the original guy came in walked up to the side of me and he said “hey you know me and my friend are competing with each other right”
I responded “for what”
He leavened in and said “for your seed, we all want to be the first guy you fill up”
I instantly got hard which he noticed as the pee started hitting the urinal with more force. He looked down grabbing my cock which at this point was throbbing like mad, kept talking and started to give it a few tugs each gettin faster and faster while saying “we will send the photos and you’ll enjoy them but just remember this moment when u see me in the phone with my head down arched back and gaping hole lookin right at u, that this (reference my cock) will be mine and u will empty everything u have in these balls into that tight little hole” He at this point tugged my cock hard and has he then led me by dick into the cubical push me on the seat of the toilet dropped to his knee and start sucking my cock better than my exes did in the past, i inched deeper and deeper into his tight little throat with every Bob of his head and I couldn’t take it anymore I taped his head to pull out but he instead he went balls deep which I didn’t expect as my eyes we’re looking at the ceiling the entire time as the head was unbelievable good, it was the first time that it had happened to me before and I shot the biggest load ever down his tight little throat . He turned around and walked out telling me to look at his ass as the next time I see it will be in those naked photos.
Kinda sounds too good to be true but I ain’t complaining. Can’t wait to receive them photos from a bunch of randoms that I don’t even know. I’ve seen the friends and they are all really feminine and a 3 of them have got a wagon on them the others ain’t as much but still nice. Can’t wait so see the experience how different a guy takes it to the women I’ve been with, cause they three guys alone have bigger asses than 90% of the girls I’ve been with, and I’ve heard the head gay guys give is better-✅the toilet experience ticked that off as true), I am exited to see what happens in the next few weeks. And can’t wait to see how the photos turn out.
The thought of a guy setting up a camera behind over and take a photo to my approval as to if I would empty my seed balls deep inside of them is an amazing,and that I hope it doesn’t end with them. As it is such a turn on to receive booty pics especially from guys with nice big bubble butts like them to get my thoughts or have them told how I want them to take a photo for my pleasure 😇 . I’ll definitely fuck one of those three anyway as they all seem very interested to be the first guy I’ve ever fill up. Things are looking great tho never been more turned on at the thought of a few guys wanting my cock in my life and my opinion on their bubble butts and cute little holes.

I was listening to Jay Leno talk about Conan in an interview, but he brought up a point that no one seems to bring up often in the Late Night Wars that Craig Ferguson was beating Conan in the ratings in 2008. Jay is sneaky, but the man did know the ratings and the numbers. And he knew NBC saw them too. Everyone brings up how Conan just needed time, but no one brings up how by 2008 when he was going to the Tonight Show in a year that Ferguson was beating him some and made it a tight race.
Conan had a larger lead in and Late Night had more history, more funding, and more support from their network....better guests. Craig didn't get much and made it a great show. I remember at first that CBS didn't even require the show to air at 12:30 everywhere....I know my local CBS aired Entertainment Tonight before Craig.
Look at it like this....
The return from the strike in 2008...
-LENO drew 7.2 Million viewers...Conan held on to 2.8 million
-Letterman drew 5.5 million viewers.....Craig held on to 2.25 million
Conan really had a much larger lead in....but by the time their shows ended it wasn't as large of a gap.
I loved Conan on Late Night, but I gradually moved fully to Craig being the only one I watched nightly. During the whole Late Night Wars Saga....Letterman cried about deserving it over Leno. Letterman devoted all this time to Conan and praising Conan. But....Craig who never really got the support or resources that Conan had....Letterman didnt launch some public campaign to tout Craig. He never really did. Craig was in 2008 what Dave was in 1988 in terms of being a totally different option...

I have two friends, both I have known since I was at school we have always been very close and they have been with me through so much. I am turning 22 this year and I don’t want to spend my birthday in my hometown as it’s boring and there’s not many things to do. I mentioned to them a couple of weeks ago about going to a town just 40 minutes from us and spending the night there. They seemed a bit hesitant at first but still agreed to go there not necessarily to stay if it was too expensive. Which I understood, so I suggested booking the evening entertainment which again they seems hesitant about but still booked eventually. I mentioned I had found a airbnb for £41 per person which I can understand may be a bit pricey as they had already paid £20 for the evening entertainment, they said they couldn’t afford that so I kept on looking. I then found another one for £20 per person which to me is a bargain. They said again they can’t afford to pay for that and then the drinks and food and transport. My birthday is not for another few months it’s not a last minute thing. I said that I just really wanted to have a nice birthday and not have to spend it at home. Which my friend then said she wouldn’t drink and would drive us there and back, this made me feel bad as she wouldn’t enjoy herself properly as she won’t be able to let her hair down. I also don’t want to go home early just because I would feel bad for my friend who may be tired at that point. I voiced my opinion and instantly got shut down, one friend responded we’ve already said we can’t afford it . That comment hurt me for some reason, I thought as a friend who said they would do anything for me this is a small thing to ask. I understand money is tight and I don’t want to put them out of pocket but I don’t feel like it’s extortionate prices. I already feel upset that I have to organise my birthday myself as I would organise other peoples birthday year after year. I don’t know how to feel about this, they have made me feel like I don’t even want to go anymore. I get the impression they just don’t want to go, it’s the lack of enthusiasm and almost blunt responses that hurt me the most. But I don’t know if I am overreacting and I am the asshole for being upset over this…

After the great scattering and the unification of Terra and the Sol system. The Emperor ventured out to conquer the galaxy and search for his Primarchs. During this great crusade many Primarchs were found, and despite some setbacks, reunited with their legions. His Primarchs were tasked with the further unification and subjugation of the fragmented remnants of humanity throughout the stars. In this they were told to keep a lookout for their fellow creations. Some Primarchs like Vulkania, Hathor and Sanguinia were devoting great efforts to find and rescue their lost Sisters while the more coldly pragmatic ones like Ferra, Perturaba and Ellanor treated this task as more of a chore with the expectation of unearthing a new weapon for the war effort. So in Year 888 of M 30 of the imperial standard calendar the blood angels legion and their primarch Sanguinia were carrying out the expansion efforts in the borderzone of the growing ultramar exclave. As it happened they came across a civilized human world, that its residence called Nuceria. Sanguinia, ever the charming diplomat, had first contact messages sent out on all possible vox channels and frequencies and even utilizing communication methods from the dark age of technologie in hopes of reaching the planetary authorities. After managing to establish a reliable method of communication she scheduled plans to send an envoy for a planetary landing and subsequent negotiations about the integration into the imperium. As they were loading up the landing crafts with gifts and weapons and diplomats and space marines, Sanguinia was walking across the main hangar bay of the Red Tear. Looking left and right over all the busy people, her wings swaying in the breeze of the air conditioning. At the end of the hangar hall she saw admiral Ares DuCade hurrying towards her with his entourage. She took a moment to stand still and look at him coming, her moment of peace would soon be over.
“There you are my lord, I have been looking for you all morning! You weren’t on the flight deck, you weren’t on the command deck nor on the Bridge nor in your personal quarters and not even on the observation deck could I find you. Landing group alpha primus were worried to terra and back, that their main asset wouldn’t show up in time for take off. First officer Morel almost cried at the thought of having lost a Primarch! Just what in the Imperiums name has possessed you to roam the lower bowes of the ship!” Sanguinia smiled and laughed: “Oh I just wanted to ensure that the ensins and marines of objective group two and three were well rested. I know they don’t mind doing the less glamorous security work but I don’t want them to feel left out just because they couldn’t take part in the parade today.” DuCarde sighed: “Please at least tell your personal security detail before going on such an unscheduled escapade”. He looked at his Primarch, then blushed and looked away. “But thank you for caring about the men”, he couldn’t stay mad at her, not with that smile. “Well then, let us proceed, before we cause a delay, If we go now we should just about make it in time”, Sanguinia winked at him and led the way.
As predicted the transport shuttles departed just in time and the descent to Nuceria was smooth and without issue. Group primus would head down towards the capitol and land just outside in a spectacular flight show before parading into the city where they would engage in the negotiations. Sanguinia knew the importance of making powerful and benevolent first impressions. Group secundus and tertius would make a less impressive descent and position themselves near the military, logistics and communications centers, just in case the talks went sour or the planetary authority would try to pull a fast one on the Legion. But so far everything went to plan, they were almost at the main square, their diplomats had engaged the planetary politicians and even though her personal honor guard was tense, looking for danger around every corner, Sanguinia made a calm and relaxed impression. She had to make a conscious effort for this impression but she knew as soon as this was done she could return to her beloved little dove and spend with them the time that was otherwise allocated for the conquest of this planet. The Desh’ean nobility welcomed Sanguinia and one man stepped forward and introduced himself as lord Thal’kr, leader of the ruling clan. His pompous attitude suggested he saw himself as an equal to Sanguinia, from one lord to another, this was a nuisance that she would just have to deal with. Usually putting pretentious mortals in their place wasn’t an issue for any primarch and she could do it tactfully too, but something about this seemed to give the red angel a headache. Regardless they followed the planetary customs to the necessary degree and were soon invited to a spectacle in the colosseum. Sanguinia, her honor guard, her remembrancer and various other guests were placed in the royal lounge with servants, wine and a grandiose view over the arena. While she was half heartedly listening to the japping of lord Thal’kr her gaze glanced over the rest of the stadium. It was packed. Bread and games seemed to keep the populous obedient. Her headache was still not going away. It was a weird feeling, not even her prescience would allow her to divine what it was. She tried to direct her focus back to what the noble was saying. “...So anyway we have this great gladiator, basically a giant, and the best part is, She’s basically indestructible. Any wound and any torment we inflict on her she recovers from. The populus loves her, especially when we have her fight great beasts like mammoths and nucerian mountain lions. But personally I think her best performance was when we had her fight alongside her adoptive father in an impossible fight, and then when they survived, we told them to kill each other! HAHAHAHA.” The laughter of the fat, opulent tyrant made Sanguinia want to cringe and turn away, but something told her to pay attention. Sanguinia became envious of her bodyguards, for they had helmets behind which they could hide their disgust. This man's ruling ethics could not have been further apart from her own. She tries to distract herself by looking at the faces of the other attendance. To her dismay the only other local that seemed to find anything wrong with this story was a young mortal standing by the balcony and holding a bouquet of flowers. Lord Thal’kr seemed to notice. "Oh? Do you fancy the little one? They are one of my Children. I’ll introduce you.” He turned and called out: “Hei Yarrow come here and give the nice lady the courtesy will you?” The young mortal hurried over, almost tripping over their light robes. They stood in front of the red angel and bowed deeply; clearly they had been raised to be polite and respectful in anticipation for a marriage alliance. “H-hello your highness my name is Yarrow, I’m blessed to meet you,” they blushed but stayed composed even in the presence of someone as intimidating as a primarch. “Come on little one be nice and subservient and maybe the lady will take you away and show you the stars beyond our world,” the tyrant laughed, “what were you doing over there by the balcony anyway? You weren’t thinking any bad thoughts about the gladiators again were you?” “Ah n-no father. Of course not.” “That’s still ‘my lord’ to you.” He shooed young Yarrow away. “Anyway, where was I? Ah yes, And then they thought they could be slick by refusing to fight each other, but we won’t be defied that easily, so we pumped her full of stimulants and had neural-anti cognitors placed in her head. Oh you should’ve seen her then, ripped her father apart like a squealing rabbit. And how she cried afterwards, like a little bitch. Oh what wouldn’t I give to hear that again.” Another noble chimed in:”But what about the time we made her fight her lover?” “Who do you mean?” The tyrant asked. “Gladiolus the beautiful but fearsome young Gladiator,” the noble replied. “Ah yeah HAHA. Well not so fearsome in the end were they?” Lord Thal’kr laughed again. “You have to know, when we learned about their relationship, they had apparently gotten close after the death of her father, we brought the two into the arena. They thought they would be fighting beasts but in reality they would have to fight each other. We gave her just enough time to realize her predicament before we pumped up the pressure on those anti-cognitors and turned her back into a wild savage animal. You should have seen them. Gladiolus pleaded with her to ‘snap out of it’ but she fell upon them and crushed their skull between her thighs like a watermelon. It was a delicious spectacle.” This man seemed to relish in the memory and just as Sanguinia contemplated if it was worth keeping him around he went: “Look! There She is. Child of the mountain, Mistress of the red sands along with our finest gladiators. Hail to those about to die!”
Sanguinia looked down into the arena and got hit with a wave of realization like an orbital bombardment. As she stared down she knew what the feeling was that had plagued her all day. It was this presence that she sensed and her prescience that had been screaming at her what her mind didn’t want to comprehend. But now it stood there below her, clear as day and no longer deniable. She thought no primarch could be more haggard than Morrigan and no such demigod could be more disheveled than Corvess. But she was wrong. Before her eyes stood, wrapped in chains, beaten and broken, her own flesh and blood. And as Angron looked up at the red angel standing at the parapet, all that Sanguinia could do was to close her mind to the visions of what was to come.
“You did WHAT to my Sister?!” The red angel spoke, dry and sharp, hair fell across her face and droplets of black blood fell on the parapet. “Well… we…”, before the tyrant could even speak she fell upon him. A massive hand clamped around his jaw and ripped it off. The guards reacted fast but the astarties reacted faster, thow they could not do much more than dispatch of the armed men before Azkellon ordered them to stand down. They looked over at their primarch who, in this brief moment, had already torn her way through seven other nobles with bare hands and was now about to reach her sword. Azkellon saw that the situation had turned most dire and knew he had to take charge. He turned on the vox:”all channels, situation’s fubar. Proceed with operational backup plan. Don’t go near mother, she is violent and unresponsive.” He then turned towards the brothers standing next to him and shouted: “Sanguinary guard evacuate the premises, ensure the retreat of all imperial non-combatants and most important of all: rescue that Primarch!” He pointed down into the arena, the lower levels of the stadium hadn’t yet realized what was happening, but sure enough there would be mass panic and a stampede. The Astarties split up and Azkellon along with his squad hopped down into the upper levels of the stadium. They did so just in time because the roof of the lodge began to buckle as the red angel cut through men and stone pillars as if they were straw. Azkellon cursed under his breath. He should have insisted on jump packs for this operation. It was no use now, they had to make their way down into the arena by foot, cut a way if necessary. When they were finally in the bottom rows the roof of the lodge above them collapsed and they heard an ear ringing scream: “HOW DARE YOU!” and “MY BABY SISTER!”. Clearly the primarch had finished massacring the major nobles in attendance and was now carving a bloody canyon through the minor ones. The stadium was now in full panik and mortals were scrambling over each other to get out of their own slaughterhouse. The Astarties hopped another fence down into the arena. A few bolter rounds dispatched of the remaining guards and Azkellon made his way over to the still restrained Angron. The next few words he spoke would be crucial to ensure the primarchs' cooperation; he had to choose them carefully and he had to choose them fast. “Mistress of the red sands, we are the angels of the Godemperor of mankind sent to aid you in your escape from this wretched place!” He prayed to Terra that she didn’t actually want to stay here. But to his relief Angron nodded and spoke:”My thanks. Get me out of these shackles, I can fight for myself.” Azkellon hurried to get out his multi-tool and got to work on the primarchs bindings. As he did so he looked her in the eyes and said: “it’s okay, you no longer need to fight for or by yourself.” Angron tried to stay stoic but he could see that the primarch was fighting to hold back tears. She looked as thow decades and decades of prayers prayed cold and lonely cells had finally been answered. When the shackles cracked and broke she turned away: ”They come with me”, she pointed to the other gladiators in the arena. “Very well”, Azkellon knew he couldn’t refuse her or the tenuous trust they had just built would be null and void. His squad freed the gladiators and they hurried out of the arena as Askellon ordered another thunderhawk for evacuation. As the last to leave the arena he looked back and saw the seating area had been filled with so much gore and viscera that blood began to spill over and run down the walls into the sand of the fighting pit. He made another vox call to the red tear and ordered them to get Dove on that thunderhawk along with as many tranquilizers as they could muster. They would need any help they could get if they wanted Sanguinia to calm down.
Angron led the astarties through the underbowels of the arena; clearly she knew her way around. However, that also meant that she chose a way that went past all the prison cells to free as many of the caged slaves, gladiators and animals as she could. Azkellon did not complain, he just wanted to get out of here. When they finally managed to leave the colosseum for good they stopped to take a brief respite. Angron turned to Azkellon and said: “I am grateful for your efforts but please, may I ask, you remove your helmet if you are able to, I’d like to see your face if you have one.” He did so and confirmed what he had felt for a while. Tears of black blood streamed down his cheeks and seeped out of his helmet. She looked shocked. “I’m sorry miss, this doesn’t usually happen, but our mother … your sister… it must be the deep connection we have with her that causes this.” Before he could apologize further for the undignified display, they saw a figure rise above the colosseum. The red angel had spread her bloodstained wings and was flying towards the ruling palace at the other end of the city. Over the vox the voice of the enraged primarch could be heard: “LET NONE LEAVE ALIVE! SHOOT ANY THAT ESCAPE THE CITY!” Azkellon had to quickly amend those orders to ensure that the slaves they rescued would survive. Then he voxed in with the other squad of sanguinary guard to get a status report on the evacuation of the imperial diplomats. Luckily they were almost out of the city and operational groups secundus and tertius hadn’t said anything so it was to be assumed that their part went to plan and there wouldn’t be any planetary reinforcements arriving in the city anytime soon. The squad tended to the malnourished slaves and wounded gladiators as best they could and then embarked on the safest possible route out of Desh’ea. The mortals would slow them down but leaving them behind wasn’t much of an option. Besides, mother had always reminded them that they were once mortal as well.
When they were about half way towards the extraction zone, they passed a squad of blood angel terminators carrying heavy equipment and escorting a young mortal. “Barbiel, is that you?” Azkellon shouted over to them. “Yes, great herald, we have the assets you requested.” “Good, the primarch went that way towards the palace. See if you can stop her madness. … Barbiel?" The crimson paladin seemed to stare off into the space behind him. But when Azkellon saw that it wasn’t just him but the other terminators and the young Dove as well he realized what it was. “This is primarch Angron Thal'kyr. we are escorting her to the thunderhawk for evacuation.” The terminators composed themselves, nodded and then hurried along.
And so passed another tense hour of walking through empty and abandoned streets while avoiding the panicking crowds. The hysteria had spread throughout the entire city and rightfully so. There wasn’t a gutter that didn’t have a trickle of blood running through it. Azkellon knew the power of the primarchs but he was still taken aback at how much carnage a single entity could cause. If there was a god of slaughter, he would surely smile this day.
When they reached the edges of the city Azkellon was relieved to hear the turbines of the thunderhawk. Angron stood still behind him, apparently needing a moment. Surely this was the first time she saw a spacecraft. “Where will this take us?” she asked. “Far away from this sight of misery,” he answered. It wasn’t untrue. “I’ll gladly go but first I need one more person to come with me,” she turned around and walked back towards the city, “I need my Yarrow, I need my desert flower, I cannot leave without them.” Azkellon was glad he had put his helmet back on, as he was certain all the color just drained from his face. He quickly voxed in with the terminator team asking if they had managed to calm down Sanguinia. Indeed they had somehow managed to stabilize her with a combination of Doves' kind words and enough tranquilizers to kill a horde of grox. Then He asked about the Tyrant's Child and after a moment of silence got the answer he did not want to expect. The red angel had slain the young mortal in her episode of unending rage. Azkellon thanked the emperor that he was the only one who could hear that answer. He told them to bring back the body of the slain Yarrow and tell Angron that they were killed by their father. He also stressed that they should ensure that no one ever finds out the truth, especially not Angron or any member of the war hounds legion.
When Angron heard news of the perishing of her second lover, she was inconsolable. She wept until they brought her the lifeless body and she wept over them the entire flight back, and she wept at the funeral when they let their corpse drift into the sun over Nuceria and she wept for several days after. These were a rough couple days despite the planetary conquest going off with very few issues. As Sanguinia read the report her legions apothecaries made about Angron and the butcher's nails in her head, she too fluctuated between rage and sorrow. She cradled and comforted her sister trying anything to lessen her pain. Finally she decided on the surgical removal of the butcher’s nails. When her apothecaries warned her of the dangers and the possibility of killing or stunting her sister, she almost tore one of their heads off shouting: “I’d rather have a brain dead sister than a suffering one.” Alas Sanguinia decided to perform the procedure herself. Her apothecaries suggested returning to nearby Ultramar to take advantage of their medical facilities, but Sanguinia denied them for she could not bear to see her Sister in agony for a single second longer.
Preparations were made and when the day of the surgery came all the medical staff of the red tear that could attend, did so. Even the ones who weren’t required sat in the amphitheater and watched the tense procedure. Sanguinia walked onto the operating floor covered in sterile white robes and a surgical mask over her face. Even her wings were covered in sterile white bindings. They would not remain white for long. Angron was rolled in and placed upon the operating table. Sanguinia looked at the sedated and still body of her sister; she was only covered in a ghostly thin sheet. “Father give me strength”, she muttered under her breath. A dozen astarties and two dozen mortal doctors huddled around the two. One of them handed Sanguinia a custom made pair of operating gloves. She dawned them, flicked them to ensure they sat tight and spoke: “let us begin”. A mortal brought her the scalpel. ‘This shall be the blade I wield today’, She thought to herself.
The surgery was long and arduous; it took three whole days before it was over. By the end Sanquinia was exhausted, she had to focus on making perfect nanometer cuts while simultaneously concentrating on using her prescience to ensure the best possible outcome. She slumped into a chair; her otherwise perfect hair was sweaty and messy. When a doctor came in to tell her that Angron's vital signs read normal, her exhausted face managed to curl into a mellow smile. Dove wanted to comfort her after all the work she did, but she only allowed it for a moment. For Sanguinia knew that her sister would soon awake and she needed to be there. When Angron awoke and looked into her sister's eyes she smiled, feeling as if she had awoken from the nightmare that was her life on Nuceria. But when she saw Dove standing by her sister's side she broke into tears, for she remembered. She remembered not only how she lost Yarrow but she remembered how she lost Gladiolus too. The butcher's nails prevent memories from being formed while in a state of rage but that is only effective in normal men. Angron's nails had prevented her from remembering how she murdered her father and crushed her lover in the arena but now she saw it again, clear as day. She wept and wailed in the arms of her sister, soaking her hair and wings in tears.
The pain of the nails was gone but the pain of the past was one that could not be lifted. Angron engaged with her sister, for Sanguinia managed to take her mind off of the grief she still felt. But this would not last long, for soon the Conqueror arrived carrying the war hounds legion, forcing the two sisters to separate. After this Angron fell into a deep deep depression. Ordered to lead men she barely even knew and on board of a ship she found to be unfamiliar, Angron felt even more alone than in the slave pits of Nuceria. Not even the slaves she rescued were there to accompany her for she had sent them away to a paradise world, far away so they may never again be forced to fight. Angron was alone again, she was frightened again and most of all: she was in a cage again. She locked herself in her chambers, where she sank deeper and deeper into grief and sorrow. When her marines came and tried to talk to her she lashed out in desperation, killing more than a few. Even though the nails were removed, she still felt like she was only here to endure a life of suffering and torment.

As someone who loves defensive basketball, the Rudy slander after game 5 is getting aggravating.
Let’s look at the game objectively.
First, the refs were calling a bunch of touch fouls in favor of Jokic. I thought the one on KAT pretty ridiculous. But that being the case he had to adjust, and there is literally no big in NBA history (other than maybe Wilt) capable of keeping Jokic out of the paint.
In that context Rudy did a very good job. He didn’t bite on Jokic’s fakes. He stayed glued to Jokic, mirroring the footwork about as well as any big I’ve seen. And he had really good contests on most of the shots. Rudy’s defensive performance dramatically raised the level of difficulty for Jokic. It just didn’t matter. Jokic did Jokic things and hit the shots anyway. Sometimes hats how it goes vs the best player in the world.
Last, as visually frustrating as Rudy can be on offense he was the second leading scorer on the team with 18 points on 7/7 shooting. Same point total as Ant (granted, most of Rudy’s baskets were cleanup dunks, while Ant had to fight for his life for every bucket vs double teams).
So at the end of the game Rudy finished with 18 points, 11 rebounds, 3 assists, 2 steals, 2 blocks, and the best +/- on the team. He played well. It’s just be a really rough watch when Rudy is playing a significant amount of his minutes opposite Kyle Anderson.

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Okay so I have been in an ldr for 9 months and we have had a few visits ... But in just two weeks he will be here for good. What do I need to know? Like what happens after? This is my first long distance relationship and I'm not really sure how I'm handling the fact that he will be here so soon. Like I'm super excited but I feel like there's a thousand things I won't get to do before he comes on top of being a parent and my full-time job. Any "musts" that any of you have experienced at/or around the time of closing the gap?! Hell at this point even kind words would calm my mind.

Ksante is problematic in pro play and weak in solo duo every body knows that. The question is why he is so overpower in pro play? Answer is simple, unbalanced ability tool kit. He not always provide a lot of damage, more often he is just staying front tank dmg and provide CC. So what Riot should do to balance him? My propositons are simple:

1. Delete E shield to 0. Should just left as Dash. Lvl 1-10 sec CD. Every single point reduces 1 sec of E.-this spell is hard to balance and shield for allies is in more situation usless

2.Bring back slow for Q on R. - this will let Ksante build some more items not Frostfire first.
3.Reduce min W from 0.75 to 0.5- Now this spell is to clunky it have to be shorter
4.Ultimate should not take anybody from the wall. R should work as just dash and repostion of Ksante, not his target. - Bringing enemy through wall is just not balanced and making chamipon frustrating to play against.
5.On ultimate they should bring back omnivamp.
6.Knock up on Q should be changed from Q2 to Q3, on ultimate stays Q2. - nowadays on lane knock ups is frustrating to play against him and provide to much pression to avoid every spell.
7.On E of course we bring back normal speed of animation.
I think this changes are reasonable. If somebody agree with this, please let me know. I believe some Rioters are here and can say something more about it.

I'm a near 18 male from Australia and I am very far away from this conflict whilst still researching this topic extensively. Compared to other individuals I am not as informed as others, feel free to disagree, and I'm going to try and keep this as honest to the ball as I can, especially when dealing with a topic like this.
I am leaning in support for Israel in the concurrent Israel/Hamas war at the moment, i empathize with the people of Palestine and Israel equally as they have both suffered tremendously through war crimes and military combat between Israel and Hamas. Israel's state with settlements, and treatment of Palestinians is something that does not sit right with me and the people of Palestine have a definite right to be upset at Israel, particularly in the west bank. I am in support of a Palestinian state although, Hamas should not be the ones in the government along other extremist groups. Netanyahu I personally dislike for his disregard for Palestinian lives and the concurrent settlements taking place within the west bank and once the war is over should step down from office.
Despite all of this, there is no possible way I can muster support for Hamas, from my research is a lot worse, being an antiemetic extremist terrorist group who not only massacred Israeli civilians on October 7th but also heavily endangered the poor people of Gaza and started the war in the first place. Israel in my opinion has a right to defend itself and to destroy Hamas from the protection of their sovereignty while Israeli civilians are in fear of their lives. Hamas arguably prioritizes the destruction of Israel more then the safety of their own people, and uses the suffering of its own people for support. I'm looking at you Al Jazeera....
But, it also doesn't give Israel the right to sloppy with civilian casualties, especially with their bombing campaigns. The numbers of civilian causalities in Gaza vary and are unclear (from what I know). The IDF are terrible at minimizing civilian casualties, and from what I'm seeing, even worse then the Americans and British in Iraq. If this is the cost of taking out Hamas, then its not worth it for the possibly tens and thousands of people dying due to lack of care from the IDF. I think it is an exaggeration of it being genocide, as it would be far to big to cover up to the point even pro Israeli media outlets would even denounce such.
It terms of the Pro Palestine and pro Israel. Both sides, although arguably more pro Palestine spew possibly the most disgraceful propaganda campaigns I have ever seen to the point of why this conflict is so sensitive and split. Even to the point of for example; supporting Hamas, islamophobia and both sides outright ignoring or downplaying the atrocities on both sides.
Overall my opinion is that Israel has a right to defend itself and destroy Hamas however they themselves are careless about civilian casualties and their settlements in the west bank including their stubbornness of establishing a Palestinian state doesn't make them look good either whilst not as immoral as Hamas. And concurrently both Palestinian and Israeli civilians are suffering due to fighting and atrocities taken place. And please note, my views may change over time, and this is coming from someone far away from the conflict and me just being as honest as I can.

Over the weekend, I (19F) went to stay with my boyfriend (19M) at his university, which is about an hour and a half away from where I attend university. We've been dating since middle school, so this kind of visit isn't unusual for us. I stayed for 4 nights in his dorm with his roommates, which isn't out of the ordinary for us.
To make a long story short, I was watching YouTube on his laptop while doing schoolwork, and something came over me to check his messages. We've been together for 5 years, and I've absolutely never checked any of his devices before, but I just felt something in my gut. Our relationship has always been built on trust, so this was a first for me.
When I clicked on a message from him to an unsaved number with an area code I didn't recognize, my heart sank. The message thread contained nudes of him and a selfie, along with a message describing himself as "23M, [his area], and his height," followed by "I'd absolutely love to help you with whatever you need." I felt a mix of shock, betrayal, and confusion wash over me.
We've always been open about our sexuality and are both open to exploring other partners, mainly because I am primarily sexually attracted to women and cannot always feel fulfilled by men. However, this has not been something we have physically explored. Both of us have individually led conversations in our relationship where we'd need to have a discussion before proceeding with anyone else.
I didn't confront him directly about it right away. Instead, I decided to bring it up indirectly, basically saying that I knew he was hiding something and I could feel it in my gut. I thought maybe he'd come clean, but instead, we ended up talking for about 45 minutes about how he was feeling. He mentioned that he was nervous I would find someone better than him and kept saying things to reassure me, but it felt like he was making things up to throw me off his trail. The entire time, I just felt so sick to my stomach, my mind racing with what I had seen.
At some point, I realized the conversation was going nowhere. He offered to let me go through his phone, but that's not the point. The fact that he even made that offer seemed like a way to cover up what had happened. I didn't look through his phone, but I know he deleted the conversation. I don't even know what he was trying to do or who he was talking to. I just feel so hurt and lost.
Since coming back to my university, I haven't been able to focus on my studies or anything else. I keep replaying the conversation and those messages in my mind. Part of me wants to believe there's an innocent explanation, but I just can't shake the feeling of betrayal.
How should I approach my boyfriend to have an honest and open conversation about what I found, given our mutual understanding about exploring other partners? What steps should I take to ensure this discussion is productive and clear?
Length of Relationship: 5 years
TL;DR: I (19F) found incriminating messages on my boyfriend's (19M) laptop while visiting him at his university. We've been dating since middle school and are open about our sexuality, with an agreement to discuss any exploration with other partners. He sent nudes and fake personal details to an unknown number. When I confronted him indirectly, he offered to let me check his phone but seemed to be hiding something. Now, I feel hurt and betrayed, and I'm seeking advice on what to do next

Hi! So i basically moved in this new apt building w my husband and we haven’t even been here for more than 3 days and our neighbor haven been harassing us calling the police because we are supposedly smoking weed (we are not), at first i thought it was a misunderstanding and didn’t care but it kept happening and in the same day i had a Narcotics officer and his K-9 in my apt, at this point i don’t feel safe in this community and im super scared cause me and my husband are the only hispanics around and i asked the leasing office to let me cancel my Lease but they wannt me to pay a fee for moving out and be responsible for the apartment for the next 13 months. I think is unfair to this point, i tried reasoning with the manager to let me end it and just leave by tomorrow but she didn’t do anything at all. I tried getting lawyers but most of them say they cannot help me in this one.
Im just thinking on abandoning and letting them know we left and leaving the keys.
What should i do!

First of all, i'm not an english native speaker, so if this post contains some gramatical errors i'm truly sorry.
All, and by all i mean literally ALL my problems started 3 years ago, in my early 20's. I was the definition of the average person, not too good looking but not too ugly, not too rich but neither too poor. The situation in my family was a bit tough at the time, so i had to quickly begin working to help pay the bills while i was still in college. I began as a waiter in a restaurant near my home, that's when things started to get weird. The restaurant had quite a problem with ants, they were everywhere, in the cups, in the plates, everywhere; the staff would constantly clean the dishes and kill the ants. Having ants everywhere in a restaurant was something that annoyed the hell out of me, i remember nearly everyday talking to my boss about the ants, that's when one of them climbed into my arm right in front of my boss. I pointed at the ant in my arm and complained to him about the hygiene of the place, but all i saw was his concerned face. When i looked at my arm again, there was no ant, there was never an ant in there. Of course ants were a problem in that restaurant, but i discovered that there was never THAT many ants.
Soon after that i talked about the incident with the ants with my dad, he said it was stress. About half a month later i got another job, i was going to be the security guard at night in a quite popular park at my city. In the fourth night working night after night at the park i saw something. I was sitted in a bench, thinking about what i would do after my work, that's when i saw it, between the trees there was a dark form, tall, big, like a gorilla in two legs using a hood, it had a face like the one of a monkey but completely black. Shocked, i froze and saw the figure approaching, then i ran for my life. I ran until i was home. I stayed at my home for weeks, anxiety and fear eating me from the inside.
Sadly, it became a routine. Day after day, night after night i would see shadowy figures at home, ants and flies where they shouldn't be. Then i went to a psychologist, turns out he said i was overly stressed and that i lacked sleep. 2 years passed, it was early this year when i received a call from my grandma(for context, she lives in another state, very far from us), she said that she wanted me to visit her since it was a long time since we haven't seen each other. I tell my dad about it and he agrees with taking me there, we enter the car and drive a few hours to my grandma house. THAT'S WHEN IT HAPPENED. During the trip, i blinked, BLINKED, and suddenly i was into the sofa at home, i talked with dad about the trip and he knew nothing about. At this point i was unmotivated to go seek psychiatric help, since they always told me it was stress and lack of sleep. Anyways, life goes on, i accepted it.
Life went like this for these months: i wake up, do thing, realize thing never happened, day goes on, do another thing, thing happened.
A month ago i woke up; normal day, was starting to get used to the hallucinations; then i went to the bathroom, saw behind me in the mirror the big tall black figure, i started running, left my house without closing a single door and went to the university where i saw people, i needed to see people to feel safe. I heard a thousand voices at the same time, all speaking between them, but the voices didn't syncronize with the crowd. I realize it was all my mind and go back home, open the door and my parents greet me, they asked where i slept since i didn't return home this night, where was i?
Life is hell when you don't know what's real, when you doubt if your own memories are true. Maybe i'm not even me and i don't know.

In the past few weeks, ive come to the realization that few people actually care about me in my life and only a handful arent family and i need to vent.
Ive been going to this school for 5 years now (im 14) and in the first few years i was really cringe and nerdy as i was still a kid, plus i came from a different country so i was rushing too quickly to adapt and whatever but at the end of the day it wasnt too bad and i had some good friends. As the years progressed, i started to slowly fit in less and less as my friends grew interested things other than me and i tried but i was just forcing myself to do something that i didnt want to so i gave up. This really got bad on the 3rd - 4th year as some new people came into our class and theh completely changed the dynamic of the friend group further away from me. It was a terrible year for me as i really just couldnt fit in and was honestly kinda bullied by them. I also fumbled hard with a girl that just sent me deeper into the pit of pain. This was a big growing point in my life as i went through alot and learned alot but i came out victorious or so i thought...
In 2023-2024 i grew ALOT more self aware than i was before and i realized things that i couldnt back then. This allowed me to finally start joining in on things, being funny, laughing and overall just improving myself. Although not immediately, i was finally happy and i felt like i fit in!... for like two months. Gradually i started to see the gap between me and them. They would always be talking about things i wasnt interested in but i managed and held on, another thing that didnt help is that most of the time some of them talk in their own language usually in front of other people and it just feels like ive reached an impenetrable barrier. They would always lift eachother up and laugh with eachother and you could tell they were close to eachother, but me? I was just a school friend. I talked with them when i could and we would laugh with eachother and shit but deep down i felt like i didnt have a place in there. Now were writing our final exams and the truth is painfully clear. Im close with a few of them but now they talk in a completely different way, in a different language most of the time, and i just dont want to be there anymore. My solution to this pain is to be really social with my other classmates but most of them have their own friend groups and theyre mostly girls and they take my friendship for granted and dont value me.
During the exams sometimes a few of them try to sweeten me up by talking to me as if im a close friend and then asking me for exam answers since i get good grades. Obviously i refuse i aint no ones bitch.
How do i react when they talk to me? They still talk to me since were classmates but i cant help but feel unbothered to put in the effort to be friendly to them and idk if i should be angrier or what. How do i deal with the pain of seeing them all together and knowing that im not one of them??
If i go into depth about this ill never reach the end of it but thats the jist. I do not want to be in their friend group anymore and thankfully im leaving the country soon to find some actual good friends i just needed to vent because the pain gets unbearable sometimes and i feel really lonely. If you read all of this, thank you for listening as it means alot to me.

It's a straight rant and Not going to go too much into detail how I got to this situation but I never looked into teams especially DoT even from beginning and Harmony trailblazer opened so many teams due to buffing break while adding a new formula to the game called superbreak which is basically it's own formula of damage with a condition. So I was looking at my guinafen my current helper of slow acheron (also an excuse to get acheron because I love guinafen's design) saw that the dot formula wasn't clickable and was like huh that's weird applying it is something but dot doesn't have damage. I looked to it more and realized it's just a worse version of breaking the enemy but doesn't scale..... Are you fucking serious no wonder Kafka was straight up needed to be in the game before it got to the point of blackswan let alone a 5* dot, even having her BiS relic, even if she applies dot and enables it DoT not even having a formula is straight up dodo. I was using a chest piece that's attack on her because I reached the EHR requirement to apply dot but was complaining to myself why she died so easily(she's squishy bc of base stats) not fast because the attack chest piece had all crit stats so not that much of speed like 147 now before changing any and now you're telling me dot didn't have a formula to begin with i legit asked in this sub do I use E2 guinafen or E6 sampo for a slow acheron and even then when getting the reply I was like huh so even E6 sampo can't compete with guinafen's firekiss. I'm a first day player btw and already looking like a straight clown

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