Irish saying tatoos

Forgive me for how bad this is because I'm awful at writing posts especially about myself but I'd love to meet some cool people and have some chilled chats about anything!
Here is some basic information about me if you're interested:
I'm Rory from the North Of Ireland and yes, I've got a weird accent
I currently work for the government, unfortunately I'm not a spy or anything exciting like that
I love music and I'm always going to gigs but my taste changes all the time, Some of my favourites lately are IDLES, Viagra Boys, The Smile, and Fleet Foxes. I also love sharing songs and playlists so feel free to send them my way
I'm a big traveller and love going on adventures especially to new places
I'm a bit of a gamer and play PS5/PC but I'm a bit of a loner in that department and would be down to play with some new people
I have a unhealthy addiction collecting vinyls
I'm constantly rewatching the same tv shows such as the office, it's always sunny in philadelphia, peep show, and the thick of it but I'm open for more recommendations
I enjoy reading books or watching documentaries on true crime and Irish history because I'm a loser
If none of the above interests you I have two dogs who are the best bois in the world and I can just provide pictures of them
I don't know else to say and feel like I've rambled on enough so hit me up if you'd like to! Have a good day! :)

This story was written and emailed to me by an anonymous source. And it’s one of the craziest most bizarre stories I’ve ever read. Ever! 😆 Enjoy the read. It’s long and ridiculously wild. ☘️ Also, in advance, no one can use this story. These stories are written and emailed to me for me to turn into a Video Narrative for my YouTube & TikTok channels. But I would like to share their tales as reading material as well. Thank you for understanding.
I hope you enjoy. 🫶
Story by - “Alex” & “Shane”
Okay so…
I went on vacation to Ireland with my brother last year. And had the most wildest experience of my life there.
Or should I say, we both had the most…wildest experience.
But More so me. And to Tell you the truth, I don’t think I’ll ever go back again after what happened.
As a matter of fact, no, I won’t go back.
So, it’s a Sunday night and it was pretty much our last day of vacationing.
My older brother Shane, wanted to go out… And I’m quoting him - “let’s get fuckin wasted tonight!”
So… We’re on vacation right? Why not? We had rented an Airbnb for the week, we had a rental car - we had a great week so far and we were having…
A proper vacation.
He was already dressed up and ready to go. I wanted to take a quick shower and shave so I told him to head out and I’d call him when I was ready for him to pick me up.
He says cool. He leaves, and I jump in the shower. He’s the one that knows the hot spots in Ireland better than I do. I mean, this was my first time ever coming here. So…
I take a shower, shave, and I get dressed. As I’m about to call my brother, the front door to our Airbnb opens up.
And Its my brother with two bad ass Irish women! They both jump on the couch and they’re laughing their asses off and my brother is just standing there looking at me with a sly grin on his face.
He looks over at the ladies and says - “Give me a minute please” walks over to me, puts his arm over my shoulder and walks me to the bathroom. He then whips out a bag of mushrooms and smiles. Ya know… The psychedelic kind.
I look down at the bag and I shake my head.
He says to me - “come on bro. We got two hotties out there who are trippin and they want to party. Don’t be a flake. This is our last night. Let’s make it special.”
I don’t like disappointing my brother but I was kind of hesitant.
I opened the bathroom door and take a look at these gorgeous women who were both sitting upright now and both looking at me as I opened the door. Both smiling. I smiled back. Closed the door… I looked at my brother and said - “Alright dood fuck it! Let’s do it!”
He gives me a huge hug, kisses me on the forehead, pours me a handful of shrooms and does the same for himself.
We both looked at each other to see who would go first. He counted to three and down the hatch they went. But they were the most unpleasant tasting mushrooms I’ve ever eaten in my life. They were disgusting.
I ran to the fridge and grabbed a bottle of juice because I was having a hard time chewing these nasty things.
But my brother Shane? No, he’s a pro. You give that guy a barrel of hay and he’ll eat it faster than a horse. The guy can eat anything.
40 minutes go by and I’m still straight as a pin. However, my brother on the other hand? He’s already trippin.
I think he had already taken some beforehand.
But in the next 10 minutes… These shrooms hit me like a ton of bricks! It was like this intense wave of cool and hot went completely through my body.
And I’ve taken mushrooms quite a few times but have never felt anything like this before. It was so sudden!
And I feel fantastic!
The next hour went by so fast because we were having so much fun! And these Irish girls? Man… I had the sexiest one! A beautiful Redhead by the name of Katrina.
She was kind of short though. About 5’1” maybe? But good things come in small packages, right? Well, not really. And you’ll know why soon enough.
I don’t recall anything else that happened for the rest of the night after my brother left with the other girl. And before I continue with the rest of the story. My brother’s name is really not Shane. And the redhead girl I was with is not named Katrina.
You see I had to make up these names to protect me and my brother. Because what happened during the rest of the night? I don’t remember. But also, I’ll never forget either.
Okay so, let's get back to the story…
I do remember my brother leaving with… Let's just call her Gloria, Katrina’s friend? And me and Katrina, the redhead, stood behind. I do remember us making out in the bathroom together, but…Everything else after that? There’s nothing there. Nothing. I don’t recall anything from that point forward no matter how badly I try to remember.
This is what my brother told me he witnessed as he arrived back at the Airbnb five hours later with Gloria.
And until this day, I still don’t want to believe this happened. But according to my brother…
It truly did happen.
My brother is going to write this part of the story because he’s the one that has this locked in his memory for life. And for the sake of the story, my name will be Alex.
Here is my brother Shane’s point of view - his perspective on what he witnessed that crazy night. Wow man… This is so fucking nuts. So buckle up and be prepared. I understand you don’t know who I am, but I swear, I’m not a bad person. Okay.

• “Shane’s” story on what he witnessed.

Yeah so, I guess I’m Shane now. Unreal…
Okay. Here we go. Meat and potatoes.
We arrive back at the Airbnb and I see Alex outside in the front of the house wearing only socks and he’s running around on top of the grass like an animal yanking out handfuls of grass from underneath him.
I look at Gloria and we’re both baffled at what we just saw.
First thing I said was - “Oh yeah! This dood is off his rocker right about now - as I parked the car.
We both hop out of the car and walk up to the front door. I slide the key into the door, it unlocks, but there’s a chair behind the door and it’s tipped over blocking the entry way and only leaving enough space for a crack. We both awkwardly look at one another and as I’m about to call out for my brother, I hear someone sprinting towards the door and bang!
The fuckin idiot shuts the door on us.
I then knock on the door softly because It’s almost 1 in the morning as I don’t want to make too much noise. God only knows what this kid has been doing since me and Gloria left.
After I knock on the door a few times, I hear the chair getting pushed to the side and my brother slightly opens the door. I take a peek inside, and his nose is broken, lips are bubbled up and his left eye is completely shut, black and blue and swollen.
He then drops to his knees, and begins crying but no sound is coming out of him! You know… Like when you get smacked by your parents when you’re a kid and it shocks the soul of you? Yeah, that kind of cry.
I don’t react to what he’s doing to not scare the shit out of Gloria, because she’s right beside me. So I push the door open and tell Gloria to hang on a second and shut the door and lock it.
I pick his busted ass up and sit him on the couch. I look around the house and it’s in complete shambles. Our clothes are everywhere, there’s food all over the fuckin walls. It was chaotic. And my brother is now sitting up breathing frantically.
I ask him - “what in the fuck happened?”
He looks at me. Face looking like he got into a boxing match with Rocky Marciano and whispers to me.
“Dood… There’s a leprechaun in the bathroom.”
“A fuckin what now?” - I said with the most bewildered look on my face. I mean I must have… I wish I would have taken a picture of my face at that very moment. I should have taken pictures of everything so this idiot could see the havoc he wreaked on that night.
My imbecile brother continues - “I’m telling you. There’s a fuckin leprechaun in the fuckin bathroom and this little lucky charms motherfucker won’t tell me where he hid the gold!”
“A leprechaun in the bathroom. What the fuck happened to you?” I said as I felt my blood beginning to boil.
The Imbecile then says - “Don’t worry. Don’t worry! I hogtied that little bitch and stuffed my underwear in its mouth. It’s in the bathtub. But don’t go in there. Don’t go in there. This thing fucked me up!”
And now I can hear someone fumbling in the bathroom moaning very softly. I looked at my brother and said - “What in the fuck did you do Alex?”
He replies - “I’m telling you. It’s a fucking leprechaun.”
“Okay. Okay.” - I said. “Stay right here and just, don’t move. Don’t do anything. Just keep still.
His eyes were so huge and dilated. He was so fuckin high. He had heartbeat pulses pumping from the top of his head.
I rushed back over to the front door and told Gloria that my brother got into a fight with a couple of guys at a pub while me and her were out and that her friend Katrina left because she got scared. She told me that was the first time she met that girl tonight so she really didn’t care and shrugged it off. Which was a huge relief to me. I told her thank you for a wonderful night. She understood. W said our goodbyes. I shut the door. And now… What the fuck is in the bathroom? Or better yet, who, is in the bathroom? Because let’s face it. This motherfucker did not find and fight with a leprechaun tonight. No way. There’s just no fuckin way.
I rush over to the bathroom and my brother leaps at my legs, and he’s holding onto me for dear life, begging me!
He says - “Please don’t untie it! It’s got magical powers! PLEASE!!!
Now, at this very moment? I am sort of hesitant about opening the bathroom door. But I snap out of it and open it. What the fuck. A leprechaun? No, I don’t think so.
I open the door…
“Holy shit.” - I said while covering my hands with my mouth. The floor was smeared in blood as if someone was dragged, leading to the huge cast iron tub. Smeared bloody handprints were all over the tub. And now I hear the faint moan coming from the tub. My legs are shaking and feel like they’re ready to give out on me. I was scared shitless.
“What did my brother do? Who is in that bathtub? I pray to God Katrina isn’t in there right now.” - I said to myself completely freaked out.
I slowly walk up to the bathtub…
And sure enough, there is a hogtied person lying in it with my brother's underwear stuffed in their mouth with a ripped t-shirt tied around their head and mouth, but… It’s not Katrina.
It’s a little person. You know, a dwarf? And… He’s literally dressed up in a leprechaun costume…
And how, on God's green earth did he end up here?
He has no idea I’m standing above him. I reach down to begin untying him but he begins squirming and screaming. I told him to relax and that I was here to help him.
And then My imbecile brother Alex, rushes into the bathroom and tackles me down. Stands up and begins shouting at this poor bastard hogtied in the tub - “Tell me where it is you greedy little fuck! Tell me!!!
I jumped to my feet and slapped my brother back to his childhood. Grabbed him by the throat, tripped him and threw him to the ground and said - “are you fuckin crazy? Do you want to go to prison for kidnapping? What in the fuck is the matter with you? You dumb fuck!!”
He then looks up at me with this pessimistic look on his face and says - “It’s a fucking leprechaun dood. A leprechaun.”
I was absolutely dumbfounded and furious at this point. I have this stranger in my Airbnb rental, hogtied and gagged and squirming and screaming and my brother thinks that he’s a leprechaun…
I can’t make this shit up.
He was so fucking high on those mushrooms. He was absolutely convinced that this man was a leprechaun. So… I had to play the game.
It was the only way to help this poor son of a bitch that my brother had kidnapped and hogtied in our Airbnb rental.
I calmly whispered and told him to please leave the bathroom so I could interrogate the leprechaun and find out where he was hiding the pot of gold.
My brother slowly stood up to his feet, face busted up, his cock and balls all shriveled and tight, looked at the man dressed up as a leprechaun, smiled at him with an evil grin and just, walked away…
And as he walked away, I told him to go and please put some clothes on, lay down in bed, and that I would handle the leprechaun. That I, would find out where the gold was hidden…
And that’s all I’m saying. I’m giving the computer back to my dumbass of a brother to finish off whatever else he wants to write.

• Back to “Alex”

Pretty outlandish right? I know. I know. You must think that I’m bat shit crazy huh? Okay so, to make the rest of this long story short, my brother Shane never told me what he did with the poor guy I hogtied and, well… i don’t remember how this guy came to be in my possession. I really don’t.
The only thing my brother Shane told me was that he ungagged him, untied him, and that he was extremely pissed off. And that he had compensated him for his troubles.
Man, I felt so horrible. I felt so horrible…
What I do remember though is waking up that following afternoon with my face all fucked up. Dehydrated with a tremendous splitting headache. I had no clue as to why I looked and felt the way I did. It was terrifying.
All of our luggage was packed and my brother was just sitting there, legs crossed and his arms folded.
Hey man… Take it from me. Don’t do fuckin drugs.
Regards, “Alex” & “Shane”
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Hey everyone,
I have been doing some reading on this sub and it has really helped me to understand the various perspectives that both the mother and the adopted child have.
To give context, I'm 30 and have lived as an only child my whole life. My mother had me quite young, and split with my dad when I was about 9 years old. My dad and I still communicate and have a great relationship. I have been arguging a lot with my mother recently and have had thoughts of restricting our contact.
Long story short, my dad told me this week out of nowhere that my mother had a child before me when she was 18 and gave that child up for adoption. The child was born in the UK, but I am from Ireland and all my family are pretty much Irish. I would say I am a strong person but I am very shaken by this information and do not know what to do next.
I feel immense symapthy for my mother, but I am very shocked that she kept this a secret for so long. I have no idea about the situation itself, as my dad knows very little. But he did tell me that my (many) aunts and uncles know and that my grandparents (both of which are alive) know this information too. I have a good relationship with my family on my mother's side.
I am looking for help and perspective on knowing what I should do with this information. I am still in a state of shock, but another part of me feels that it is none of my business since this all happened before I was born. I want to talk to my mother about it, but I don't know if it is appropriate or worth opening old wounds.
For my sibling, I don't even know what to think. One part of me would like to connect as I feel we share a common bond (which sounds weird even writing given that we do not know each other at all). On the other hand, I feel like that is selfish on my behalf and totally inappropriate. I understand that they may be out there looking for me, may not know I even exist or may wish to have nothing to do with their past, it is really a big unknown for me.
I would really appreciate some input and perspective on this. I am extremely fragile at the moment so try to go easy on me, I might be making an issue out of something that isn't my business and I am conscious of that.
Thanks guys

I am not sure how to approach this but we lost my youngest sib in august. My sister has been struggling and has been fucking dealing with a shitty situationship too. It’s been really emotional and she’s come to visit me which was amazing as I live far out, but she has recently hit a rough patch as her and our youngest were Irish twins and her birthday was about to pass/just did. I’ve tried to be there for her and much as I can and our mother can be difficult. My sister and recently had some suicidal/self harm tendencies, which I have struggled (self harm) with for a long time and can relate. I wasn’t able to get to the phone bc of my sleep and work schedule the second night in a row my sister was struggling (I am on sleeping medication because of the anxiety of the way my brother passed and how I found out) and I always feel terribly guilty and afraid missing calls because of of this prior incident. Within days of my sister’s panic attack, my mom was claiming that she couldn’t talk because she was calling a hotline on Mother’s Day because she was suicidal. while this is all hard for everyone, and it isn’t the first time she has done this, it’s the first time she’s done it in tandem with my sister, and where my sister had expressed that she has reached out to a hotline because I didn’t answer and then woke up our parents because it was late at night, our mother just stopped responding to people on Mother’s Day and then apologized for being in a hotline because her “bad thoughts consumed her”. I’m not saying it’s easy for anyone, but I guess I don’t know how to help my sister. She doesn’t feel seen in her terrible situationship where this man was almost proposing to another woman and he was cheating with her and I don’t know how to tell her that she deserves better (will a hard slap or solid punch get my message across more to this man bc I see him when I’m back and she doesn’t need this hurt in her life on top of everything else and I know this fuckin kid and am willing to speak to him myself) but our mom is also super hard on her and and just a difficult person to deal with (I know I have it easy living far away) it just seems like between her love life and home life it’s enough to break someone (which is why I am on high alert when she calls me and is having those thoughts and sleep with my ringer on and just sometimes can’t even sleep because I can’t lose her along with losing my baby brother) I just don’t know what I can do. She’s successful and amazing and beautiful and wonderful but our mom lays a lot on me too and has since our dad died when I was pretty young and I just don’t know how to best support her I guess and I can’t lose her. But when my mother starts on me on top of her and makes this whole loss about her and asks us to “respect her wishes” and it’s something as natural as talking to your friends about the loss, as a fucking 27 year old who hasn’t spoken to people in that town in almost ten years and lives a 1k miles away!? it’s breaking me down and it’s breaking my sister down and I can’t get her to to come stay with my bf and I because of her work and I feel lost and I feel like I am going to lose her because of grief or lose my mom because she wants to win some imaginary “who is sadder” battle and I just feel lost and don’t know how to fucking help anyone anymore. My boyfriend and I had been planning to get engaged but he postponed it because I am so “anxious and sad” all the time. I don’t even know how to help myself let alone help my sister

Pretty much that. I sat down at a table where I was meeting my brother and his three guy friends and as I was sitting down and talking there was a server behind us, (we were at an Irish pub so it was a barestaurant) and I say hi and she says "Hi, you're really pretty—" and then immediately backtracked, and I truthfully responded she was too and...
like, she actually really was, and I'm sure she was just being that customer service nice, but dude... like she had the piercings, the pink hair, and the over the top makeup and I just... swooned.
She was so cute and just sweet.
Ugh, how do I even try to go about this? Truthfully, I'm like 25 and I've never dated. Neither guy nor girl and I just... I wanted to try flirting but my brother was there and she was working so that's innappropriate, but I live in a small-ish town, how do you try to woo a waitress?!
I don't even know if she's fruity, but she also had some of those vibes and you can't judge people based off of how they dress but also it can be an indicated based on past experience... I don't even know if she has a boyfriend... or potential girlfriend.
What do I do?!

1
Aunt Elsie hears
Singing in the night, So I am sent running To search under the trees.
I stand in the dark hearing nothing—
Or, at least, not what she hears Uncle William singing again
Irish lullabies.
I stay awhile, then turn and go inside.
Uncle William's been dead for years.
2
Climbing the steps, I think of what to say:
"I saw a bird stretching its wings in the moonlight."
"There were marks on the grass-maybe they were
footprints."
"Next time I'll be quicker."
3
She's as wrinkled as a leaf
You carry in your pocket for a charm And fold and unfold.
She's so old there's no hope.
She's so crazy there's no end
To the things she thinks are happening:
Strangers have taken her house, They have stolen her kitchen, They have put her in a cold bed.
4
It is summer. The singing grows urgent.
Twice a week, sometimes more,
I am called from sleep to walk in the night And think of death.
I have been to the graveyard.
I have seen Uncle William's name
Written in stone.
I snap off the flashlight
And come in from the darkness under the trees
To the bedroom. Aunt Elsie is waiting.
I lean close to the pink ear.
5
Maybe this is what love is, And always will be, all my life.
Whispering,
I give her an inch of hope
To bite on, like a bullet.

the suicidal
step out
into death
who am i to judge ?
for what eternity holds
no-one knows
the low reading aged
if you write something they can’t understand
then according to them
its your fault
so they reject
this is the path of mediocrity
and cretinism
all religions schism, narratives of homogeneity require force to maintain (which can be extremely brutal historically)
Knock Out Asinine Nits
photos
staring out from a smooth granite block
if not quizzical
then should be
stuck in eternity
like that
somewhere
there must be a couple that mesh
and get along with each other
somewhere
i’m gone
the world rolls on
i disappear
and appear
the pages of a book that flick through
some words rest
and others don’t
skimming stones
eventually
stop
and sink
rhoticity explained to me, i now understand it, but otherwise i wouldn’t have had a clue except for the joking use of irish, scottish, canadian or usa accents
i think the zen term "seamless monument" is a metaphor for reality, you can’t penetrate it, there’s no artefact of manufacture since it has no seam, it can only be traversed, which btw is the basic philosophical problem of existence, there is no "inner" reality that subsumes "the detail of being"
“ I m currently 16 years old and a "child prodigy". I started university at 14. I have thus far only received one grade which was not an A+. It was an A-. I have memorized 100 digits of pi, the periodic table, and most of the Dungeons & Dragons rulebooks. I am learning Latin, Ancient Greek, Biblical Hebrew, Sahidic Coptic, Spanish, and Italian. I just like old languages. I don’t have to study long — I have a nearly photographic memory. When I do study, I just write things out over and over. I am a very visual thinker, so I remember pictures. Ask me anything ! ”
ed. she also has ehlers-danlos syndrome and is ADHD
in my view, the languages are a big mistake, they interfere with each other
“ Why do you think that ? ”
the languages you list are particularly disjunctive its a heavy learning burden with heaps of "opportunity costs" and the skill is becoming increasingly redundant with AI translators
also my experience of polyglots is they get damaged in some way
the brain is not infinitely capable, beware of burning it in waste of time activities, which to be honest a lot of so called education is
dr. alan cole argues that zen masters are in fact "made-over" daoist sages
i would go further and say that the koan system involves the same sort of "puzzling process" as the tao te ching
when you hear this sort of crap from the policy making elites, no wonder china is a problem !
the real impact of the one child policy may be the scarcity of anyone at the higher levels of government or policy being able to think straight
of course, this is to the advantage of the west and is the same problem japan had in WW2, idiots determining their strategic direction
boundaries crossing
abatement of being
from this perspective
everything looks crazy
really ?
do you ever listen to anything outside your own echo chamber ?
sad souls
in the twilight of their lives
mumbling gibberish
the words of others
are not your own
if you actually understood
why wouldn’t you use your own words ?
time separates
that childhood intensity
fades
as the branches grow apart
what was not seen at the time
is now seen
you are not well read and have an "anti-creative" mindset !
i’m getting on in years and just can’t be bothered to deal with your hubris
good-bye
ed. the net is full of these entitled gen Z’ers with a deeply entrenched intellectual inertia created by a malfunctioning education system
valves, muscle, connective tissue, timing
easy to see how it can go wrong as we get older
this dynamic core of existence in the center of our chests where every beat needs to be followed by another
i think religion can be regarded as a hallucination, the hallucination being that a literary work is real, perhaps most easily seen in the beliefs of ancient egypt, what are the pyramids and all those smaller tombs about ?
the reification of stories
these people
who
rather than bringing something to the table
only
take
and
are
impertinent
with
it
the puzzle of the poetry of others
seems to need the conversion
into something
i understand
"the girl on a bulldozer" (2022), a good tightly written kdrama
caodong poetry 23; verses on master fushan’s sixteen themes #4; touzi; translated by suru

1. not falling into life or death

on the day when the golden rooster heralds the coming spring
the jade hare conceives, entering the purple palace
reeds bloom on both shores, shadowing egrets
an old fisherman lifts his oar, dispersing mist, returning home
.
不落死活。 金雞日裏報春時。 玉兔懷胎入紫微。 兩岸蘆華映白鷺。 漁翁舉棹撥煙歸。
.
my reply
one day
the distance travelled
catches up with you
and you have arrived
.
one day
the distance travelled
catches up with you
you
have
arrived
ed. the terms in suru’s translation are very chinese and have a historical perspective, so i have "reworked" it into something modern that people will understand
“ ChatGPT-4 scored higher than 100% of psychologists on a test of social intelligence ”
hilarious
a tui calls
stunning the silence
my day is filled
with melody
ed. the tui is a new zealand native songbird
if you have ever attempted to count the number words in a book or whatever, which i have, count the number in a couple of paragraphs, then multiply by the inverse of whatever proportion of a page it is then multiply by the number of pages and i figure you get within 10% which is close enough
i’ve written millions of words, its like an exclusive club and its interesting to know who else is in it
giacomo casanova’s autobiography
the book comprises 12 volumes and approximately 3,500 pages (1.2 million words) covering casanova’s life from his birth to 1774
i have read most of it, people misunderstand him as a legendary lothario, but he is much more interesting than that

Hi guys. My DHEAS levels have been almost 700 the last two times I got tested. I don't have a stressful life, and I don't have PCOS according to the ultrasound attached, and am experiencing symptoms like acne, suuuuper itchy skin, extreme tiredness and fatigue, frequent panic attacks, muscle cramps, pain on my left side, severe headaches(migraines so severe multiple doctors thought I was having seizures), lactation even though I'm not pregnant, severe heat intolerance, unexplained weight gain, etc.
These are my recent labs. My endocrinologist wants me to get a CT scan of my adrenals, but not until I've tried 3 months of taking Irish Sea Moss and Gaia Herb supplements. He says he's doing this because my test results for my testosterone weren't elevated and he thinks this will bring down my DHEA-S levels, but I'm a bit skeptical. I just don't understand why or how this would help them. Can someone explain?
He also ordered repeat testing again in 3 months and marked the diagnostic code as PCOS, which I find strange because I was told I didn't have PCOS and that my ovaries/uterus looked perfect.
I'm a 5'7 female who weighs about 155 lbs. I take Adderall, Risperidone, Xanax, Metformin, and combination birth control pills.
Should I be concerned? Should I find a new endocrinologist, or does this approach make sense? My dad also has multiple endocrine neoplasia.

I’ve (27F) been dating my boyfriend (31M) for 10 months. He’s literally amazing and we’ve talked about marriage and eloping. I love him and his family. However, I’m worried about his drinking. His family is Irish-Catholic and they all drink hardcore. His mom does every night. My boyfriend mostly only drinks on the weekends. However, sometimes he drinks until he passes out while eating dinner or folding laundry. I’ve awaken to him urinating on the floor after a drunken night out. I even found a shattered glass on the floor while he was passed out. This past Saturday night he fell asleep on the toilet and I had to move him to the bedroom so his mom and sister could use the bathroom. He then urinated on himself (while I was in bed with him). Obviously he was embarrassed and frustrated with himself. He says this had happened to him when he was in his mid twenties. He has a DUI from about 5 years ago. Also a drunk and disorderly. His liver enzymes were elevated on a recent blood test. He says he doesn’t drink like he used to, but I don’t live with him so I only see what I see on the weekends. I’ve had conversations with him throughout our short relationship how we should slow down on drinking together. I’m not your drinking buddy, I’m your girlfriend. I even did dry January to show how I’m committed to this relationship. He only drank very little with me while I did that.
After the weekend, I told him that if he doesn’t shape up , I’m leaving. I told him that I don’t know why he’s letting something that caused problems in the past cause problems for him now. I told him that we aren’t in college anymore and please don’t pick alcohol over me. He agreed and said he will drink less. I’m reconsidering bringing him to my family’s Memorial Day party because that’s a big deal for me and his first time meeting my dad’s side.
As a Christian, I want to give grace, help, forgiveness but there’s a limit. I’m scared to death that I’m going to lose an amazing man. Any advice is appreciated.

So I am a bit of a nerd and I bought some older games off of eBay. Well they did not work so I took them to the retro store to see if they can fix them and when I got there the 2 employees one male and the other female started working with me. The male clearly took the lead in dealing with me. I told him that the games don’t work and he looked at them.
He asked “why these games in particular” (they are pretty niche and garbage compared to other games in the series) I explain that I like to get all the achievements in a series and the girl started laughing at that. I ask her why was she laughing in a playful way. She explains she does the same thing with her favorite series and we then proceeded to talk away while the guy was probably getting annoyed that she was distracting me. We talked our favorite series and even compared our Tatoo’s.
Well I left the store after turning the games in and 2 days later I get the call that they are ready for pickup and I go back to the store and the male employee is a different guy but the same girl is there. Once again the guy takes the lead but the girl goes out of her way to bud in the conversation.
Now because it was a pickup I was not in the store long. On the way out she goes out of her way to say “hope the game works” I respond “we shall see” and she playfully chuckled again at that.
After leaving I felt regretful that I did not try and continue that conversation and maybe Segway it to asking her on a dinner date.
She seemed more playful with me then you would treat the average customer, but I don’t know if it’s because she is just outgoing or if I’m just reading extremely too far into something.
More or less just want to see what other people think. My current thought right now is I’m reading way too far into it and she is just friendly.

In his addons "iridescent wooden plank" "sacrificial knife" and "wooden plank" all talk about a journalist, seemingly weaseling herself into the group to documentate her findings about the cult like utopia.
How I know they're a female? It's in the descriptions (iridescent wooden plank "she came here to poison your minds with fear! Do not let the fear in!" -otto stamper) but something ticked in my head.
Who is this reporter? They go unnamed in the addons so I checked the druanees bio. NOTHING.
Which I found odd because important people in killers and survivors got names, but this one very important person in the druanees lore didn't get one? And then it clicked in my head.
The multiple realities theory.
It is believed and proved that most survivors, cosmetics and killers are from different realities. so I got to thinking, what if this desperate reporter was infact..a survivor, already in the game,therefore going unnamed.
So I searched, since it was a female I cut the selection of all the males, then I checked the female survivors bios.
Meg- this doesn't make sense, she (I believe) is a runner or was a runner in all her realities
Claudette- this doesn't make sense, she is a botanist or was a botanist in all her realities
Nea- this isn't possible due to her being a streetwise character, she wouldn't take a reporting job
Feng- a gamer and cosplayer, no other possible jobs
Kate- a country singer, and in one of her realities was in a popular band
Jane- this was possible but she probably wouldn't do something so risky, so she would stick to game shows
Yui- Street racer in all her realities
Élodie- her lore consists inside another survivors and is mainly based on a cult (Felix's lore) so this was also a possible pick, but she was more of a secret spy rather than a news reporter so this idea was scrapped
Yun-jin- I believe she was a musical producer in all her realities so no she wouldn't
Mikeala- she worked in moonstone as a story teller (?) So that was far off
Haddie- this was impossible or reincarnation was at play
Thalita- this was also unlikely, she has a brother and they never go anywhere without the other soo
Sable- default Sable I personally believe was from a completely different reality from the default mikeala due to their conflicting bios, this is shown due to Sable talking about mikeala ,her best friend ,going missing but mikealas doesn't speak a drop about Sable and how both of them also had no coalition with reporting in the first place , so this was also far from it.
So That only left one survivor.. ZARINA CASSIR!
On zarinas bio it talks about her having being near a reporter like job in the first place, as her job was being a documentarion here are some pieces of lore that shows her possibly being the reporter that was killed by otto;
-the news channel about injustice was always on which led her down to be a reporter
-went UNDERCOVER (modified her look, faked an accent and secured a job at a restaurant and posted the content she filmed online after being fired and was picked up by THE NEWS)
-she wan first prize on her film on sacco and vanzetti for an English exam (?) And that shot her off to do documentary (this reality it was mainly film making)
-she interviewed someone (a warden for hellshire penitentiary) about a previous prisoner at hellshire (this being caleb, the deathslinger who was irish)
-got picked up by the news AGAIN but this time on gang violence and only drew traction due to it gaining international acclaim
-looked deeper into the picture on the "mad mick massacre" story which could've been a different name for caleb in that reality
-blended in AGAIN to sneak into the restricted are of the prison and then vanished due to the entity after moving a brick with "death to bayshore" written on it and both connected by the wrench owned by caleb which they both touched before disappearing into the fog
All this aswell as her becoming a "plucky documentarion" all help my theory that in an alternate reality ZARINA CASSIR was infact the reporter in the druanees bio.
Some helpful exta information coinside within her perks quotes;
Off the record "Trust me, I investigate thoroughly and DISCREETLY" being discreet by blending I to the cult and then being murdered after being caught by otto stamper?
Red herring "The news edit out what is burdensome and complex; which is the TRUTH" as in what she was looking for in the cult where she blended in with the ottomarians, gathered Intel and tried to publish the truth to the world but failed to do so in the process!?
And finally, for the people "We can write our own story and decide how it really ends" kind of like how you were trying to write the truth about the ottomarians and trying to tell the ottomarians that otto was lying about the utopia and were also trying to say it was also a cult and then being killed by said otto!?
I rest my case, any questions comments are below 🙏

Irish academics say young trans people in Ireland deserve better than the recommendations of the Cass Review - scroll down to read & sign (cloud.microsoft)
An open letter (which can be signed by other academics and researchers, but not the general public please) that criticises the research methods and conclusions of Dr. Cass, and the policy decisions this may drive.
So it's not over, the fight continues.

My NCO is giving me shit for wearing a ring (that I’ve always worn) on my right ring finger. I looked through the uniform order to try and find the regulation on it but all I found was the excerpt of it and a Google snippit of it. Its a claddagh ring reminding me of my Irish background and my boyfriend of long distance. She says I can’t wear it if she can’t find it in the regulation. Does anyone know where I can find the actual order on it where it’s attached to the MCO?

Ranko Matasovic reconstructed *Ogmiyos to explain the name of the Celtic god (Gaulish Ogmios, OIr Ogm(a)e, MW Euuyd \ Ewyð). He said that though *ogm > *ōm might be expected on the model of certain *ogn > *ōn, etc., *m and *n need not behave the same. This is true, but not very likely (nasals often behave the same way, especially concerning voicing). The other possible example of *seg(m)et- > OW seget-, MIr séimed ‘seed / descendants’ shows that *egm > *ēm DID occur, and though he wonders about the source of *-gm- here (*-met- is not a normal ending), *seg- is a known root, *og- is not. In cases like this, there is no reason to say an uncertain sound change is proven one way by an unknown root, and *gm of *Ogmiyos should be abandoned in favor of a different cluster. The only likely source is *Ongmiyos or *Omgmiyos, with later nasal dissimilation. That this occurred after leaving its mark in a sound change is also seen in *smamk^i- > *sme(m)gi- > Irish smeig ‘chin’, where *-mk- is needed to voice *k > g, but the 2nd *m must disappear before regular *emg > *ēg (Whalen 2024a). Two nasals are seen in Hittite zmankur, making it :
*smamk^ru- > *sma(m)k^ur- > Hittite zma(n)kur ‘beard’, šmankur-want- ‘bearded’
*smak^ru- > Sanskrit śmáśru-
*smak^ro- > Lithuanian smãkras ‘chin’
*smamk^i- > *sme(m)gi- > Irish smeig ‘chin’
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The only similar word in PIE is *(e/o)ngni-s ‘fire’ (L. ignis, Li. ugnìs, Skt. agní-). Since this occurs in the name of the god Agni, similarities between them should be looked at. Since Ogma is called ‘sun-faced’ and Agni compared to the sun (or sometimes equivalent), Ogmios was equated with Hercules and Agni was said to do the same deeds as Indra (and their births were likely once the same), and both had odd tongues (Agni’s many tongues represented the flames, Ogmios’ tongue connected by chains to his followers represented his eloquent words binding them), there is a reasonable amount to compare.
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Ogma is not described in extensive detail, but he is similar to Lug. Since several gods might be split into more (if they had multiple names), I will also consider this connection. Hercules is most similar to Cú Chulainn; if Ogma was an earlier name, then trying to find common elements in all 3 might help. Cú Chulainn’s real name was supposedly Sétanta ‘knowing the way’. If this was an epithet of a god, it would be for one associated with intelligence, not strength. Ogma is known for both, and Lug is skilled in many arts. One god of fighting strength and knowledge is possible, but 3 would e pushing it.
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OIr Lug (Ir. Lugh, Lugu- in Gaulish) is likely related to a similarly “clever” god, Norse Loki. Since *g > k would be expected in Germanic, this could have some value in reconstructing *Lug-u- vs. *Lug-on-, but this would not be related to any meaningful PIE root. The primacy of regularity would require Lugu- ‘lynx’, but this seems like grasping at straws. It’s possible both are somehow related to *l(e)uk- ‘light’ (ON leygr ‘flame / fire’, Skt. roci- ‘light/ray/beam’). Loki’s connection to fire (such as his descent from lightning and a tree, like a forest fire) shows he was a once a god of fire, among others. His punishment is very similar to Prometheus’, who gave fire to man. In a myth (probably late) Loki has an eating contest with Logi (the personification of fire). Both Old Norse loga ‘flame’ and logi come from Indo-European *leuk- ‘bright, light’. If Loki came from the same root, the -k- would be unexplained. The cause could be found in Icelandic bingur ‘heap’, Norwegian bunga / bunka ‘small heap’. Seeing g > k in one word, also an old n-stem, suggests that PIE *kn > *gn > Gmc. *kn could be at work (as in *doik^no- > E. token), or that Gmc. *nK or *nKn was irregular (see below). Since n-stems had *-o:n in the nominative, but *-nos in the genitive, or similar inflection, a split of the older into two words later is possible:
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*luko:n > *lugo:n > logi
*luknos > *lugnos > *luknos >> *luko:n > Loki
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Sometimes *k > g in Celtic for no known cause (OIc. hafr ‘male goat’, L. caper, OIr. gabor), so there is no proof lug- did not come from *luk-. It is also possible that Lugu- is related to *lugh- in *lughra: > OW loyr, W. lloer ‘moon’, L. lūridus ‘pale yellow / wan / ghastly’, which would serve the same semantic purpose, even if from a separate root. It seems likely to me that *luk- and *lugh- would be related, since many IE roots are nearly identical except for voicing, such as *KaP- ‘hold’ > *ghabh-eH1 > L. habeō, *kap-ye- > L. capiō ‘seize/take’,*gab- > Arm. kapem ‘bind’.
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Since *ogmos > OIr ogum ‘Ogham writing’ is an o-stem, 3 different endings would exist (legend says Ogmae created ogum). With this, that the PIE word is *(e/o)mgni(yo)- / *(e/o)ngmo- / etc. and not *(e/o)ngni-s ‘fire’ allows figures similar to Lug to be added, especially if they had no etymology before. With more nasal dissimilation *n-m > *n-w, Gmc. *Ingwaz, ON Yngvi, OE Ing (which were likely other names for Frey). For *ngm > *nkw, since Kümmel proposed outcomes of Gmc. *nK that were not governed by Verner’s Law, *nKn might be a special case, both possibly irregular. Since Ing was “seen first among the East Danes” and had a wagon that could move over water he resembles the sun and other Sun Gods with flying boats or chariots. This could have also originally been like Frey’s magic foldable ship Skíðblaðnir or Wade’s boat Guingelot.
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It is not easy to determine an origin for *(e/o)ngmi(yo)-. However, since Agni shows many signs of being particularly associated with the domestic hearth, his female equivalent being *westu- ‘dwelling / home’ >> L. Vesta, G. Hestíā suggests a source for odd *-ngm-. If his name also came from ‘home’, a compound of *domyo- (Skt. dámya- ‘being in a house/homely’) could be *en+domyo- > *endmyo- ‘(that) which is within a house / hearth / focus’. With no other old examples, *ndm > *ngm seems possible. As for *(e/o)-, it could be optional rounding by *m in *emgnyo- > *omgniyo- (compare also optional e > o by KW in *penkWe > *kW- > O. *pompe ‘5’, L. quīnque; Ga. pempe-, *kWonkWe > OIr cóic ). If not, I have also considered it possible that PIE *(H)en ‘in(to)’ was actually more complicated. Consider :
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*ent(e)ro- ‘interior (of body) / entrails / stomach / belly’ > éntera ‘entrails’, Arm. ǝnder-k’, Skt. antrá-m, OCS jętro ‘liver’
*endro- > Cz. jádro ‘kernel’
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*wentri- ‘interior (of body) / entrails / stomach / belly’ > L. venter ‘belly / womb / entrails’
*wed(a)ro- > Li. vḗdaras ‘fish entrails’
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Both groups mean the same thing, alternate *t / *d and *Tr / *TVr for no clear reason. Some of this might be contamination between similar stems, but, if not, it could be that *ewen ‘in’ existed, becoming *en when not stressed (or in quick speech, or as a clitic, etc.). If so, *ewen-taro- could become *ent(e)ro- / *went(a)ro- ‘interior (of body)’, maybe with optional assimilation of *e-e-a > *e-e-e and *ntr vs. *ndR (for optional *r pronounced as uvular *R, see Whalen 2024b). With this, *ewen- or *ewem- > *on- / *om- might be more likely, and the w of *Ingwaz could be original. Whatever the case, I feel many of these problems need more study.
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Kümmel, Martin Joachim (2012) Das dünkt mich dunkel: Germanische etymologische Probleme
https://www.academia.edu/32282127
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Matasović, Ranko (2009) Etymological Dictionary of Proto-Celtic
https://www.academia.edu/112902373
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Whalen, Sean (2024a) Artemis and Indo-European Words for ‘Bear’
https://www.academia.edu/117037912
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Whalen, Sean (2024b) Greek Uvular R / q, ks > xs / kx / kR, k / x > k / kh / r, Hk > H / k / kh (Draft)
https://www.academia.edu/115369292
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Thinking of buying Starlink for better internet speed. Ive tried every provider for a minimum of 3 months and with me living in such a rural area I have no cable connection and Mobile service is bad to say the least… anyone have any experience with Starlink with gaming? Especially in winter with irish weather…

I've been listening to this podcast for a few months now and usually enjoy it. I also listen to Well Theres Your Problem and Donkeys Led by Lions.
At times they may mention things I don't fully agree with, or moments where I feel they might have misunderstood something, but never really anything that I feel is of any importance.
However, the most recent episode listened to I heard a few things that are quite literally factually untrue when it comes to Irish colleges.

• University College Dublin is filled with tourists -- Maybe November is confusing it with Trinity College, which is located in the city centre and is a lot more famous and actually gets loads of tourists, but UCD is so far removed from the city centre that I doubt any tourists ever go there.
• Its also an extremely large campus with few tourist attractions whatsoever. I recently studied there for 5 years, lived on campus, and came across ZERO tourists unless you count families visiting for graduation.
• November doubles down again on the idea that UCD is a bourgeois university, which is such utter bullshit that I am utterly astounded. UCD is the largest university in the entire country, and you would find that students there are from a large variety of backgrounds, cultures and countries. That is not to say that there aren't any people from privilege attending the university, but painting a picture in such broad brushstrokes is extremely misleading.

Anyone ever noticed factual inaccuracies when listening to TF?

You know what they say, if at first you don't succeed....... something or another (P.S. pictures of me on my profile)
Searching for the "one" isnt easy, but what can we do aye? First things first, to throw some random bits of info out there about me! (Info dump incoming 😂)
I'm 24 and biracial! Half Irish and half African/northern Indian, and I'm living in the UK!
I'm approximately 6'0"-6'1" in height and id say an average/kept build. I also have somewhat long-ish hair for a guy, going near my shoulders, it's naturally straight! I also have a well kept somewhat shorter and neat beard :) I also have very fair skin. I guess I took physically more from one side of my heritage 😂🤌 I'm also a Muslim lad! So just putting that out there too for the sake of it.
I do enjoy binging on junk food but between my high metabolism and my physically active job working as an electrician (which I'm trying to fully establish myself in) I tend to never put any weight on 🤷
So! What am I looking for? Well it's a long shot. I'd like to imagine something like the female version of myself. My other half. Someone I find attractive, kind, easy going, fun to get along with, can hold a conversation without making it feel like a one sided effort and chore. Etc!
Important note!!!
IF you are not from the UK. Be aware relocating doesn't appear to be an option for me currently 😅 so bear that in mind please. I am open to a potential long distance but again. There's that.
I guess I'm the hopeless romantic type. Fantasising about soulmates, something real, serious, natural and everything great. Is that easy to obtain these days? Bruh. HECK no 😭 but can a guy try? Well, here's to hoping I suppose. Guess only time will tell
Anyone between the ages of 20-27 is welcome! Anyone who wants to actually get to know each other and dreams about something sincere and real! (With some fun stupidity and jokes thrown in there of course, that banter is a must🗿👍)
I like a woman with a little bit of confidence ya know? Probably one of the most attractive personality traits, who can hold a conversation and engage with the other person you know? Nothing more off putting than someone who gives single worded dead replies lol
Here's a bit more about me. My hobbies! my hobbies are various. I'd argue I'm an ambivert. Though my main hobbies lean towards something a little more introverted. You have hiking and the likes as well as going out with friends and driving around at night with them, but then you also have gaming which is a huge hobby of mine!! Well probably the thing I do most consistently 😭
So yeah! There's my shot being let out. I'd say I consider myself to be an honest and open book and would like someone who is open, honest and sincere in the same way!
Oh! And my preferred platform is Snap (:
So. Here's to hoping!

You know what they say, if at first you don't succeed....... something or another (P.S. pictures of me on my profile)
Searching for the "one" isnt easy, but what can we do aye? First things first, to throw some random bits of info out there about me! (Info dump incoming 😂)
I'm 24 and biracial! Half Irish and half African/northern Indian, and I'm living in the UK!
I'm approximately 6'0"-6'1" in height and id say an average/kept build. I also have somewhat long-ish hair for a guy, going near my shoulders, it's naturally straight! I also have a well kept somewhat shorter and neat beard :) I also have very fair skin. I guess I took physically more from one side of my heritage 😂🤌 I'm also a Muslim lad! So just putting that out there too for the sake of it.
I do enjoy binging on junk food but between my high metabolism and my physically active job working as an electrician (which I'm trying to fully establish myself in) I tend to never put any weight on 🤷
So! What am I looking for? Well it's a long shot. I'd like to imagine something like the female version of myself. My other half. Someone I find attractive, kind, easy going, fun to get along with, can hold a conversation without making it feel like a one sided effort and chore. Etc!
Important note!!!
IF you are not from the UK. Be aware relocating doesn't appear to be an option for me currently 😅 so bear that in mind please. I am open to a potential long distance but again. There's that.
I guess I'm the hopeless romantic type. Fantasising about soulmates, something real, serious, natural and everything great. Is that easy to obtain these days? Bruh. HECK no 😭 but can a guy try? Well, here's to hoping I suppose. Guess only time will tell
Anyone between the ages of 20-27 is welcome! Anyone who wants to actually get to know each other and dreams about something sincere and real! (With some fun stupidity and jokes thrown in there of course, that banter is a must🗿👍)
I like a woman with a little bit of confidence ya know? Probably one of the most attractive personality traits, who can hold a conversation and engage with the other person you know? Nothing more off putting than someone who gives single worded dead replies lol
Here's a bit more about me. My hobbies! my hobbies are various. I'd argue I'm an ambivert. Though my main hobbies lean towards something a little more introverted. You have hiking and the likes as well as going out with friends and driving around at night with them, but then you also have gaming which is a huge hobby of mine!! Well probably the thing I do most consistently 😭
So yeah! There's my shot being let out. I'd say I consider myself to be an honest and open book and would like someone who is open, honest and sincere in the same way!
Oh! And my preferred platform is Snap (:
So. Here's to hoping!

I am third generation living in Australia from a Serbian background. What are traditional words of condolence (Orthodox based or traditional) that people say when someone dies? Like the Irish say “May peace be upon them (the dead person)” or Jews and Greeks say “May your family live a long life”. Are there Serbian / Orthodox words of consolation at this time?

I’m a alternate looking Irish fella looking to talk to people and see where things go so here is a little bit about me!
About me: well I’m a massive film nerd, i studied it at university and hoping at some point to get into that industry. I love my music, mainly rock, emo, alt, indie and stuff like that. Bands and artists such as twenty one pilots, my chemical romance, movements, Joji, enter shikari, bad omens, bring me the horizon, korn, Crywank and spiritbox just to name a few. Along with that I love concerts/gig, be it a comedy gig or live music I’ll be there. I love anime and gaming to so I am a big nerd like that. I enjoy hiking, walks and nature in general and always make time for that. Lastly I love to travel and planning get aways.
Physical: I’m a tall (6’2) chubby white guy. I always say I’ve a dad bod without the kids. I’ve 18 tattoos all of my arms, a nose ring, brown hair and I wear glasses. Happy to share pictures of myself if you’d like that.
What I’m looking for is someone I can just connect with, someone kind and nice and all that type of stuff. Physical I tend to go for more alternative looking people but that’s not a dealbreaker, as long as you’ve a personality I can connect with all good. It would help If you could share a picture of yourself!
So yeah that’s me. Send me a message telling me a random fact about yourself or something you love