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It started when I was driving down a backroad and I see blue lights behind me. I immediately panic and gas it to over 100 mph, throwing shot out the window, rigs, a half Oz, scales, everything. The blue lights are gaining on me so I hit a dirt road, going insane speeds down this bumpy ass road, eventually, I realize I've rode the back tires off of the vehicle, so I jump out and hit the woods. I see the lights approaching and see flashlights coming into the woods, mind you it's pitch black and it's in a marshy, real rugged terrain, I'm running full speed doing flips and shot over hills and running into shot and the flash lights are coming up on me, and they're getting closer and closer and I am thinking fuck I am about to go to jail. They come up on me and everything goes black.
I wake up not knowing how long I've been laying there and I feel like I've been shot in the chest with a shotgun, I can't move my body and I think I'm dieing. I see a star in the sky that I was fixated pm, and I'm thinking that's where I want to be. Eventually it feels like I die, my body is making weird ticking noises and I feel like I just lose my body, I come out of my body and have these giant angel wings and I start flying up to the star, when I'm about halfway there my wings turned to bone and I fall back to the earth, then several times over, I grow angel wings again and fly away again, only to have the same thing happen again, it felt like I was being taunted that I could never make it to heaven. I eventually snap back to my body again, and wake up another unknown time later.
I managed to stand up, and in my mind I was on this earth all alone, like in some type of purgatory. My body is so weak I can barely move, but I managed to stand up. The bottom half of my vision is solid black and the top half I can see the tops of trees, I eventually see this figure, totally black and tall with a cowboy hat on. It's just standing about 5 foot away and laughing at me. I try to pick up a big stick that was near me but my body was too weak to swing it at it. Every time I took a step forward , it just took a step back and laughed.
There is a fuzzy period here, but fast forward about 2 days later of being completely out of my mind in these woods, I stumble upon and oilfield location that had a little trailer where the workers could stay and it had a jeep parked out front. The doors were unlocked and I went inside trying to get some water out of the faucet, I didn't notice the guy asleep on the couch. No water came out, so I went into this guy's jeep, thinking totally that it was mine, got a crowbar and a wrench and went to the water main and broke into it and turned the water on. I go back inside and start ravenous drinking water out of the faucet.
The guy wakes up and at first thinks I'm a worker. He asked me if I just got hired. I told him yeah and he asked what I drove there and I told him the jeep outside. He looked at me confused and then says that's his jeep. I argued with him and told him that's my friends jeep and I'm borrowing it. He realizes something is fucked up and eventually runs me off while having the phone to his ears, undoubtedly calling the cops.
Three more days go by and im completely out of my mind, everything is like the scariest thing you can imagine and i dont know whats real of fake. Im malnourished, dieing, and freaking the fuck out. eventually I think the cops are after me, and I remembered storing some dope in my boot like two years, I had on big rubber duck hunting boots, and for some reason I feel like I need to cut the boots up into tiny pieces and bury it. I do this and then run for another day from imaginary police.
I come across this area of trees cut down and there is a guy like 500 yards away on the other side that I'm trying to sign language to that I need help. My tongue was so dry I couldn't yell. The guy wasn't even real and eventually waved at me and drove off. I find a few berries to eat to wet my tongue and eventually collapse in thick thorn bushes staring up at the sky with big sharp thorns in my back thinking, "this wouldn't be so bad of a place to die" I pass out and get up an unknown time later.
I finally found some sort of road and I decide to try to walk down it, but when I do, like 20 world War two bombers fly over and drop these little silver cubes, hundreds of them, these cubes hatch and there's all these miniature snipers in the woods aiming at me. I freak out and start running down this road, and in My mind I'm thinking "okay they're all trying to kill me and I'm unarmed, all I can do to make them think i have a gun is to take my sock off and put it on my hand like a pistol with my fingers" so I do this while running frantically down this road, crazy as a mother fucker.
I finally run across this house and I beat on the door like the police for like 30 seconds and eventually this 80 year old man answers, and sees this crazy fucking site, I'm shirtless, shoes less, with one sock on my hand with cuts and shit all over my body and face, eyes like saucers and looking like the wolf man or some shit. I look dead in this man's eyes and while waving my sock pistol around I tell him "look, if they told you I'm here to kill you, I'm not. I just want to use your phone. " he looks very confused and shut the screen door while calling the police.
I eventually figure fuck it this man isn't going to help me so I run off and break into his back yard. I find the faucet and turn it on and I'm up under it with my mouth open, drinking in water so desperately and fast that I'm throwing up while drinking it. A cop eventually walks up to me and asks me to come with him. He tells me he has water in the cooler in his ride and I can drink that. I am so out of my mind and thirsty and dieing that I didn't believe him and he had to pry me away from the faucet.
He was able to tell after talking to me that I was very much out of my mind and takes me to the hospital. They tell me I have a 78% chance of dieing that I had ketoacidosis and my kidneys were failing. I lived, and after 8 or 9 days of being in these woods with no food or water, out of my fucking mind, with delusions so bad I didn't know what was real or fake, I finally got released and then sent to a mental hospital for two weeks.
This was by far the worst and scariest experience of my life and I would not wish it on anyone. Stay woke friends, and never go into meth induced psychosis.

Hello people, I've been around SR for a long time now, and I can't help but feel that the quality of the skins has dropped and/or stagnated, a totally personal feeling ok? A lot of generic or repetitive stuff, today we have the "league of legends woman" meme, but sometimes there are some good precious pearls, if before because we had fewer skins I waited more anxiously for a skin of the characters I play,adn I was a person who bought skins ONLY for splash arts, seriously back in 2015-17 there are not much digital artists on the level of LoL art, today I find myself skipping skins because they are generic or just soulless(splashes AND in game), without anything really flashy or that really feeds the fantasy of the character as riot likes to say it does, I won't even comment on certain skins that really waste a lot of potential,
I can't help but have the feeling "I don't want to support this idea", for example prestige skins, FOMO is not healthy, but on the other hand sometimes they even do a nice job, which leads me to my question, do you think you believe or know if by buying skins we make riot understand that we like / support X or Y artist? Because some artists are really good and I would like to support their work, in this case an X skin for the game, do you think that skins that sell increase the morale of artists? or is it crazy in my head and I should support the guy by other means anyway? Do you guys feels like it? or similar? like as an amateur artist I understand that everybody have different perpectives that what is "good" or "better" but seriously almost every splash default and skins the artist seems to choose the less inspired of all then, and I see people saying the same thing, one trick that i would do for avoid these thing is adopt other art styles, like SoulFighter has done, I post a 2 posts in the past saying this but do you guys remeber oriental jax old splash? that one is SO MUCH better than the actual has a so unique feeling, and the new translated all that black and white "manual" painting with a single brush line on the screen...WOW. old nurse akali that have an anime style, I wish that Battle academia has an style like that.
Thats it I should ended this post one paragraph earlier, I'm extending myself too much. ty for read it all and have a nice week!

Me and my dad are dog lovers so when the opportunity arose to get some strays as pets in the industrial estate; where he has an office, so we took it! We found a puppy and the owner is also an employee working in one of the many offices. He name him Rocky, now the thing is there is a gym in the estate and a woman frequents it. She started feeding rocky to the point that she made sure to hand force feed him. This obviously made him sick and he started throwing up, so she would take him to the vet and get him injections and various unnecessary medicines. This had been going on for the longest time, then one day she just said I will take him to a spa to relax, he came back with rashes and open wounds forming all over him, she again came running and rushed him to a vet and got him back with steroids and other medicines. One day when we weren' around she just picked him up and left saying she is taking him home and everyone thought she will get him back. This happened in jan and till date she refused to talk about him or hand him over. Recently we got a new pup and she had been eyeing him so dad told the guards not to let her near him. We put up a notice asking people not to feed the dogs because it's making them sick. (we also added a line stating we lost rocky to a covetous twit) next thing we know her friend adds my dads name and circulates the photo on ig and then she asks another ngo friend (goon) to threaten dad. He calls my dad up and starts threatening him. The guy friend of this woman uploaded a video of rocky after I confronted him of conspiring with her and stealing dogs, he responded saying she saved him from us and we didn't own him and mistreated dogs. Just what we needed to now about rocky. Is there any legal action I can take against this woman, and her friends or should I too post their identities and make them famous for harassing an old man after kidnapping a dog?

Im so scared, exhausted , tired of crying, numb, body shaking nonstop, dreadful, out of my mind, sleepless, idk what else, everyhting. Idk what to do rn, i feel so alone, so dark, so neglected, abandoned, just feel like a mess rn. im so scare because this has been the worst response my condition has done. This is too much dontrn and i dont have no one to be there with. someone made promises but im fvked up rn so where are u, u made me feel worse, why did u even come into my life, u just make every part of me question my worth, i do love u for real but i dont love myself, im sorry my pain rn is too muchh im soo sooo very scared rn, very scared af, idk my body will drage me to do things ,to make everythig go silent maybe, im trying so hard to fight it but if incase it wins. I just wanna say thank you to evryone and mom im so sorryyyy, i dont want this to reach u, pleasee im sorry, im so weak rn, sooo weak and feeling like a rotting meat, im slowly disintegrating, i love u pls pray for me that this demons dont win. plese save me god. i dont wanna be doing it, but my body says it needs to.

So its kinda awkward to write this now, but I’ve only today finished the 17th volume. Lets call this the Great Pause. So the Great Pause started when there was a heatwave of 2 days in a row and my AC just decided to stop producing cold air (Still broken and Im currently using my fan). Now, when I find myself liking something I’ll keep doing it, naturally. But when the heat was unbearable and my AC broke down it just made me stop reading. Per usual I did read manhwas (Manhwa’s a personal preference since I dont do good with black-and-white panels (And also sometimes the panels are too small for me to read (But that doesn’t mean I dont read mangas I just dont read them just as often (I do occasionally read To Your Eternity because the anime’s too good)))). Then gradually the Manhwa-reading disturbed and set me off of my schedule of Novel-reading. I hope I cleared things up, I’ll try to point out my curiosities and conclusions and rate the Volume. So I’ll start with the last chapter (The extra chapter). I dont remember his name but it was clearly the gamble-addict, paul’s friend. Im almost completely sure he was talking to the MG, but talking to him while conscious? But he did mention he didn’t see the Bartender. Maybe illusion magic? Now that I think about it, maybe its a way to avoid making someone your apostle so he can theoretically use illusion magic and have infinite apostles? I dont know, but Im eager to find out who he was talking to. He mentioned ‘Thanks for the heads up at the labyrinth’— Now Im too lazy to check, but I do know they had breaks in the labyrinth, so maybe thats when the MG appeared in his dream? 1: That proves my illusion magic theory wrong 2: I was about to say he already had Auber, Reida and Darius but WAIT!! I just now remember! If it was the MG giving him ‘heads up’ at the labyrinth, then he is his apostle!! (Lets not include the illusion theory) So that means one of Darius, Reida or Auber weren’t his apostles! (Without illusion theory, again.) 2.5: I dont remember but I do remember Darius and I think Reida mentioning they came in contact with the MG, I dont remember if Auber said it though. 3: It was illusion magic 4: Its not the MG 5: Orsted’s knowledge is wrong and he can have morre than 3 apostles. 6: If I remember correctly, I think either they fulfill the MG’s wish then he can decide if they’re still his apostles, or Im wrong. So lets say MG requested something from him at the labyrinth and he successfully fulfilled it, he then requited the new three. Any other thing I can think of is either that, Illusion theory, its not the MG, or he can have more than 3 apostles. What strengthens my belief in my theory of he gave him a mission and he succeeded and then moved on to a new three, is that when they all died he went back to him. What weakens that theory though is that he was conscious, but still didn’t even notice anyone: So illusion magic. Illusion magic theory because I mentioned he was conscious, and also before he didn’t see anyone. (Actually its not mentioned he didn’t see ANYONE, but its mentioned he didn’t see the bartender. I also think the bartender was holding something, so seeing a floating object would be strange, but nothing of the sort was pointed out. So probably just illusion the warps what he sees. Only he can see the MG and he cant see anyone. Maybe to not tell anyone of his existence? Maybe him being drunk wasn’t just a coincidence, maybe a circumstance or a reason he had to be drunk to see the MG. Also I suspect its the MG cause he continuously said ‘But I liked that boy’ and stuff of the sorts. ‘I do owe him though’ I think was in there. Safe to say it is the guy from the labyrinth. I dont think anyone would hold a grudge and want to kill Rudeus but the MG. Now to the rest of what I remember from the Volume. I did get spoiled on tiktok (I ignored the tiniest caption saying ‘Spoiler!’) And then I found out about Orsted’s return every 200 years. Also please remind me, he returns 200 years if his plans against the MG fails right? (And I think he also returns by death (Re:Zero reference hehe)) Speaking of Re:Zero I’ll read it after I finish MT and after the new season. I’ll also start to dabble a little (If dabble is the word to use) in some LOTM. I could read from scratch (Because a lot recommended it) but its too time-consuming (Though I can still change my mind since the chapters are really short) Then I’ll read MOL (Or like LOTM I’ll dabble in it a bit). Anyways good night (Its night for me) Or whatever time of the day it is for you. Im still on the same path to finish MT, but I cant tell if more Great Pauses will occur.

Hello. Please keep in mind this is a throwaway. My friend is on Reddit but I am praying he won't see this. Anyways, I thought this might be the best place to put this. If not, it's ok. I'll put this somewhere else.
I am very concerned about my friend.. let's call him "Gem". He's a 16yo trans male, and from what I know about his past, he's been bullied a whole lot, ever since kindergarten, from what I know. In our school that we're at now, he gets bullied constantly, yet he is the therapist friend (Which from what I know, has been a thing for a LONG time. Since he was 13, I think?) . If we're having issues, he'll immediately text us. He will quite literally drop everything to help anybody in our friend group and out. Whenever we thank him, he just says "It's what I'm here for." He is also a content creator and he overworks himself constantly and makes a TON of stuff without taking breaks. He's also making a movie and stuff like that, but he's been doing this for a while so I'm worried he's getting too worn out and working himself too hard.
Just recently, he's started going quiet, and bringing a small plush to school, which he calls his "Anxiety Buddy". The quiet part is totally unlike him, because he's usually very talkative, and kind to everyone, no matter what they've done to him. But he's just- gone quiet. He will wave and talk sometimes, but most of the time he hugs his little anxiety buddy or writes in his script book and just looks honestly depressed, and I'm getting really worried about him. Is he getting depressed/possibly more depressed?? What does this mean, and what can I do to help him??

Living in a small southern town, you get used to the way things are. I grew up as a military brat, so my childhood memories are a blur of packing, unpacking, and getting settled. It had been seven years since we arrived, and nothing but the grace of God would make me move again. A few years ago, my father got orders to station at a base in the middle of the Mohave. I was only seventeen then, but after a few dozen screaming matches, I decided to strike out on my own a little early. I got a part-time job at the cafe, which was enough to rent a little run-down shack a couple of blocks from downtown. As far as I was concerned, I was living the dream—serving coffee a few hours a week and spending the rest of my time hanging out with friends, listening to music, and drinking.
That particular morning started the same as any other. I woke up around noon with a text from Mark to meet me at the cafe. Took me about two hours to get up and head over. The sun had just begun its descent as I pushed the door to the cafe open, the bell above tinkling softly. The sound bothered me a little bit, but I couldn’t tell why. It seemed to ring a little louder than I was expecting, and gave me this strange drilling sensation inside my head.
I ignored the feeling as the smell of slightly stale coffee and pastries washed over me. I saw Mark and Jamie already sat at our usual spot. Mark looked up as I approached, a grin spreading across his face. "Hey, Alex. Sarah should be here soon."
“So what's on the docket today?” I asked as I sat down, stealing a bear claw off Jamie's plate and taking a large bite before he had the chance to protest.
Mark’s excitement was almost palpable. He was always the one with the big ideas and crazy schemes, which I honestly appreciated. They got us into trouble more often than not, but it beat day drinking in the Walmart parking lot like everyone else our age.
"Alright, check this out," Mark said, his eyes gleaming with excitement. "I was talking to my cousin who works for the county. He told me about this old, abandoned food processing factory just outside of town. They used to can peaches there."
I gave him a skeptical look. "That’s your idea? Old, canned peaches?"
"No, idiot," he scoffed. "They left behind a ton of nitrates and phosphates. I’ve been doing some reading, and we can use them to make fireworks. I was up all night figuring it out and putting these together." He subtly opened his backpack to reveal at least a dozen PVC pipes fitted on both ends.
"Now that's what I’m talking about," I said, grinning.
Sarah walked in, catching the tail end of our conversation. "Sorry I’m late, I had a breakout and had to stop by the pharmacy. Upped my allergy meds. I fucking hate pollen," she said as I scooted over to make room for her on the bench.
"Is there anything you aren't allergic to?" I laughed.
She rolled her eyes, ignoring my question. "So, what's the plan for today?"
Mark, Jamie and I exchanged cheeky glances. "Well," I started, "let’s just hope you’re not allergic to peaches."
We finally managed to pry the side door of the factory off, which broke free from the hinges and smashed against the floor. Stepping inside, the air was thick and rancid as we bounced the beams of our flashlights around the packaging floor.
"We should split up," Mark suggested. "Alex, you and Sarah check out the storage rooms for the chemicals. Jamie and I will find the control room and see if we can get the power back on."
All of us nodded as we went our separate ways. Sarah and I wandered down the dark hallways, kicking open doors and looking for anything that looked vaguely like chemicals. The corridors were dark and damp, with black mold snaking along the walls like veins.
The first few rooms we checked were empty, filled only with dust and the remnants of long-abandoned equipment. Each door creaked as we pushed it open, revealing more decay and desolation.
As we moved further down the hallway, the mold seemed to become more aggressive, spreading in thick, dark patches along the walls and floors. The air grew heavier, making it harder to breathe. We kicked open another door, our flashlights revealing more of the same—nothing useful.
"This place is a bust," Sarah muttered,
"Let's keep looking," I replied, though I was starting to feel the same way. "There has to be something."
We continued down the corridor, our footsteps echoing in the silence. As we approached the end of the hall, something caught my eye. One door stood out, covered in black, creeping mold that seemed to pulse and writhe. Tendrils of fungus snaked out from the edges, reaching out into the hallway.
"Sarah, look at this," I said.
She turned to see what I was pointing at and her eyes widened. "That’s... different."
We approached the door cautiously as the tendrils moved and swayed.
With a deep breath, we each grabbed one side of the door and pulled. It resisted for a moment before giving way, the mold snapping and tearing as we forced it open. The smell that hit us was overpowering, a mix of rot and decay that made my eyes water.
Inside, our flashlights revealed a horrifying sight. At the back of the room sat several pallets with dozens of boxes of peaches each. But it was what grew from these boxes that will haunt my nightmares till my dying day.
The entire back wall was consumed by a towering fungal mass. Thick, fleshy stalks jutted out from the base, climbing nearly to the ceiling. The surface of the fungus glistened with a slimy, wet sheen, appearing almost like rotting flesh under our flashlight beams. Each stalk was covered in a mottled, sickly green and yellow hue, with patches of black mold that seemed to pulse in the dim light.
Interwoven within this horrific sight were bulbous growths, each one throbbing rhythmically, as if with a heartbeat of its own. They resembled obscene, overgrown tumors, ready to burst at the slightest touch. Long, sinewy tendrils extended from the main mass, creeping over the boxes and along the floor like the fingers of some malevolent creature, seeking out any life to ensnare.
The tendrils near the door twitched, slowly inching their way toward us as if aware of our presence. The air was thick with spores, glimmering in the light like tiny stars, each one a potential harbinger of decay and death.
"Oh my god," Sarah whispered, her voice barely audible over the sound of our own breathing. "What is that thing?"
We stood there, frozen in shock and disgust, before I slammed the door shut.
"Let's get the hell out of here," I said.
We hurried back down the corridor, our footsteps echoing in the oppressive silence. The lights in the facility flickered on, casting a blinding white light. I heard a bubbling, groaning noise emanate from behind the fungal door, sending a wave of nausea through my body.
We met back up with Mark and Jamie in the main area and quickly told them what we saw.
"Yo, that sounds sick," Jamie exclaimed. "We should blow it up. I found the chemicals in the control room and these bad boys are ready to go," he said, holding up a pipe bomb.
"Yeah," Mark agreed, his eyes alight with excitement. "We'd be doing the world a favor, getting rid of that thing."
Sarah shook her head, her face pale. "No way. I'm not doing this. That thing... It's not normal. We need to get out of here and call someone who knows what they're doing."
Jamie frowned. "Come on, Sarah. Don't be a buzzkill. This is a once-in-a-lifetime chance to do something epic."
"Epic?" Sarah snapped. "That thing is dangerous. We don't know what we're dealing with. I'm not risking my life for some stupid joke."
Mark stepped in with a grin. "Alright, let's all calm down. If you’re scared you can just let the men handle it.”
Sarah crossed her arms. "Fine, but I'm staying here."
"Suit yourself," Jamie said, shrugging. "But we're not leaving without taking care of that thing."
"Alright, let's do this," Mark said, looking at Jamie and me. "We'll be quick. Sarah, stay here and keep an eye out.”
The hallway looked completely different in the fluorescent lighting. I could see now that each vein of fungus emanated from that single door, like a spiral portal threatening to suck us in.
"Let's make this quick," I whispered, glancing back at Jamie and Mark. "We light the bomb, throw it in, and get the hell out of here."
Jamie nodded, holding the pipe bomb tightly in his hand. "Ready when you are."
We reached the door, and the tendrils of fungus seemed even more aggressive, writhing and pulsing as if aware of our presence. The air was thick with spores.
"On three," I whispered, gripping the edge of the door. "One... two... three."
We yanked the door open, the mold snapping and tearing as it gave way. The smell of rot and decay hit us again, making my eyes water. The monstrous fungal mass loomed before us, its bulbous growths throbbing rhythmically.
Jamie lit the fuse and threw the bomb as hard as he could inside. It struck one of the orbs, which burst, shooting a fine white mist into the air.
"Run!" I shouted, slamming the door shut. We turned and sprinted down the hallway. The explosion sounded behind us, the shockwave lifting me off my feet and sending me tumbling to the ground.
Living in a small southern town, you get used to the way things are. My parents were in the army, so we moved a lot, but now I'm staying put. I woke up around noon and got a text from Mark to meet at the cafe. The smell of slightly stale coffee and pastries greeted me as I arrived. The bell's ring seemed off, giving me a small headache.
I ignored it and slid into the seat across from Mark and Jamie. “So what's on the docket today?” I asked, stealing a doughnut off Jamie's plate.
“Going to go to an old peach factory and get some chemicals. I need to make some fireworks,” Mark replied, subtly revealing some pipe bombs in his bag.
Sarah walked in towards the tail end of our conversation and silently stood next to our table.
The three of us glanced at each other, unsure of how to proceed. “Sarah,” I finally started. “Are you ok?”
“Y-yeah,” she replied. “Are YOU guys feeling ok?”
We exchanged uneasy glances. “Yeah, we’re fine,” I said. After a moment, she shook her head and sat down as we continued our plans.
That evening, we broke into the peach factory. We found this disgusting, gigantic fungal growth coming out of some boxes of peaches and we blew it up with some pipe bombs.
The next day I woke up around noon and got a text from Mark to meet at the cafe. The smell of slightly stale coffee and pastries greeted me as I arrived. The bell's ring seemed off, giving me a small migraine.
I ignored it and slid into the seat across from Mark and Jamie. “So what's on the docket today?” I asked, stealing a maroon off Jamie's plate.
“Going to go to an old peach factory and get some chemicals. I need to make some fireworks,” Mark replied, subtly revealing some pipe bombs in his bag.
Sarah walked in towards the tail end of our conversation and silently stood next to our table.
The three of us glanced at each other, unsure of how to proceed. “Sarah,” I finally started. “Are you ok?”
“Y-yeah,” she replied. “Not really. Are YOU guys feeling Ok?”
We exchanged uneasy glances. “Yeah, we’re fine,” I said. After a moment, she shook her head and sat down as we continued our plans.
That evening, we broke into the peach factory. We found this disgusting, gigantic fungal growth coming out of some boxes of peaches and we blew it up with some pipe bombs.
The next day I woke up around noon and got a text from Mark to meet at the cafe. The smell of slightly stale coffee and pastries greeted me as I arrived. The bell's ring seemed off, giving me a piercing migraine.
I ignored it and slid into the seat across from Mark and Jamie. “So what's on the docket today?” I asked, stealing a bagel off Jamie's plate.
“Going to go to an old peach factory and get some chemicals. I need to make some fireworks,” Mark replied, subtly revealing some pipe bombs in his bag.
Sarah walked in towards the tail end of our conversation and silently stood next to our table.
The three of us glanced at each other, unsure of how to proceed. “Sarah,” I finally started. “Are you ok?”
“What's going on?” she asked, tears welling up in her eyes. “I’m scared.”
We exchanged uneasy glances. “It’s fine, Sarah. Just take a seat,” I said. After a moment, she shook her head and sat down as we continued our plans.
That evening, we broke into the peach factory. We found this disgusting, gigantic fungal growth coming out of some boxes of peaches and we blew it up with some pipe bombs.
The next day I woke up around noon and got a text from Mark to meet at the cafe. The smell of slightly stale coffee and pastries greeted me as I arrived. The bell's ring seemed off, giving me a splitting migraine.
As I slid into the seat across from Mark and Jamie, I noticed Sarah outside, fixated on a bird suspended in mid-flight. I went out to see her.
"Are you seeing this?" she asked, her voice tinged with astonishment.
"Yeah," I replied nonchalantly. "That happens all the time. Are you sure you're feeling okay?"
"What the hell do you mean, 'Am I feeling okay?'!" she screamed. "That bird is frozen mid-air, and you don't think anything weird is going on?"
Her yelling took me aback. I didn't understand her alarm, so I shrugged it off and joined Mark inside. As we began planning our nightly excursion to the peach factory, Sarah burst through the door, screaming, then vanished in a puff of smoke.
"That's odd," I mused, my brow furrowed in confusion before we shrugged it off and resumed our scheming.
The day after, I met Mark again at the cafe. This rhythm had become our existence: meetings by day, adventures by night at the old peach plant. That evening followed the familiar pattern; we reveled in the thrill of hurling pipe bombs into that small enclosed room.
This routine had completely engulfed our lives. Day after day at the cafe, night after night at the factory—it seemed as though this cycle was all we had ever known. Reflecting on it, I couldn't remember any other way of life.
However, one thing increasingly disturbed me—the ringing of the doorbell at the cafe's entrance. Each time I entered, the sound seemed sharper, more grating. Focusing on it brought a searing pain to my head, like a needle drilling through my skull. Yet, despite the agony, I found myself obsessing over it, the sound gnawing at the edges of my sanity.
One day, driven to the brink by this incessant ringing, I decided to confront it head-on. I stood by the door, letting the bell chime repeatedly. Each ring sliced through my mind, but I persisted, sweat beading on my forehead, teeth clenched in torment.
As the pain crescendoed, reality shattered. I woke to the blaring of a fire alarm, not the quaint doorbell I had imagined. The cafe was engulfed in chaos. The hallway was consumed by a sprawling fungal mass, its tendrils creeping along the walls.
In the dim, flickering light, I saw Jamie, or what was left of him. Half of his skull was missing, the fungus attached grotesquely to his exposed brain, pulsating with each eerie beat of his fading heart. Mark was there too, seemingly unharmed physically, but trapped in a delusion, his eyes glazed over, a smile playing on his lips as the fungus encased him.
Sarah lay collapsed by the fire alarm, her hand still on the lever. She had managed to pull it before succumbing to the spores that now clung to her body.
The tendrils that had enveloped me snapped violently, each break releasing a sickening crack that echoed through the eerie silence of the hallway. An outline of my body remained imprinted in the fungal mass, a mold from which I had desperately broken free.
Gritting my teeth against the pain and horror, I scrambled to Mark and Sarah. Mark was less entangled, lost in his fungal-induced stupor. I grabbed him under the arms, his body limp but alive, and dragged him across the floor. The fungus resisted, stretching like sinew before tearing away from him with wet, ripping sounds.
Sarah was heavier, her body weakened but still fighting. I clasped her wrists, pulling with all my strength. The fungus clung to her, tendrils winding up her arms like ivy. With a final, determined yank, the last of the tendrils snapped, freeing her. We left behind fragments of the monstrous growth clinging to her clothes.
Together, we staggered out into the night air, away from the suffocating enclosure. The cool air hit our faces, harsh yet cleansing. Behind us, the fire alarm continued to blare into the night. I fumbled with my phone, hands shaking, to dial the emergency number. The call went through, and within minutes, the sound of sirens cut through the stillness of the night, growing louder as help approached.
The next few days were a blur. I remember fading in and out of consciousness as nurses pumped antifungals directly into my IV, their faces blurring into the sterile environment. Once we were somewhat cognizant, the police wanted answers. One by one, we were interviewed, but we gave them nothing. I still don’t know what the exact penalty is for manufacturing explosives and using them to destroy a building, but I’m guessing it’s not community service. Jamie was still missing, and they hadn’t found any sign of him or his body. I tried to hide my tears as I knew he was already long gone.
After a few weeks, I was finally cleared for visitors and got to see Sarah again. She told me that after the explosion, she ran but couldn’t leave us behind. She came back, only to see us being consumed by the fungus. Try as she might, she wasn’t able to free us as she felt the oppressive spores take her under. She fought back and managed to pull the fire alarm before succumbing again. The doctors told her that her allergy medication gave her some resistance to the fungus; otherwise, she might have been a goner.
Mark was never the same. We never talked about what happened, and after trying once and him flipping out, I figured it was best to let sleeping dogs lie. That summer, he moved to upstate New York to work in his dad’s business. I haven’t seen him since. That fall, Sarah started college at Savannah State. I still call her every now and again, but it’s not like it used to be.
Despite all that happened, I’m not moving again. I’m happy here, and if it’s up to me, I’ll die in this little town. I still work at the cafe, as a manager now. On weekends, I come in and just sit at the booth we all used to share.
I still think about Jamie from time to time. I wonder if he's dead or still stuck in his delusion, picturing the four of us sitting at our table, talking, laughing, and passing the time. Sometimes, when the cafe is empty and the light is just right, I can almost see him there, his smile frozen in that moment before everything went wrong.
The cafe grows quieter each day, the hum of life fading into an eerie stillness. My skin feels different, as if the air itself whispers secrets I can't quite grasp. The itching that started as a minor annoyance has intensified, becoming a constant torment. I scratch at lesions that have begun to form on my arms and chest, red and raw, with patches of green spreading beneath the surface. I’ve started to wear long sleeves to cover my arms and a mask to hide my purpling lips.
Some nights, when closing, as I sit alone in the dim light of the cafe, the itching becomes unbearable. I claw at the lesions, feeling a dampness beneath my skin. Sometimes, when I cough, I could swear I see tiny spores hanging in the air, reminiscent of the bursting nodules growing on the stalks of the monster.
Occasionally, I hear the bell ring and the door open, but no one is there. I look outside into the empty night and see nothing. This went on for weeks, becoming more frequent. But one night, the door opened, and I saw Jamie standing there, the picture of health. I went to embrace him and noticed my lesions were gone too. It was almost as if we had never gone to the peach factory. It was suddenly morning, and the light shone through the cafe. For the first time in forever, we were happy. We talked about nothing, passing the time.
After what felt like hours, he told me it was time to go. But his mouth wasn’t moving—I felt like I could read his thoughts, and he could read mine. We stood up as I took one last look at the cafe and headed off with him, back to the peach factory.
As we walked, a strange calmness settled over me. I remember feeling that I wanted to ask if he had talked to Mark or Sarah, and wondered how they were doing. But deep down, somehow, I could feel their presence and I knew they were doing just fine. The sun was bright, the air crisp. The itching had vanished completely, replaced by an inexplicable craving for the sweetness of ripe peaches. Jamie and I shared a silent understanding, a bond deeper than any words could convey.
The factory loomed ahead, its doors wide open as if inviting us in. The familiar scent of peaches and something else—something earthy and ancient—filled the air. We stepped inside, side by side, feeling at home for the first time in ages.
The last thing I remember before the darkness took over was the feeling of the soft, warm peach flesh in my hand, and Jamie’s voice in my head saying, "Welcome home."

I (17M) have been suspecting I have ADHD for some time now. It mostly started like 2 years ago I think when my friends said I might have it. I had a way of thinking that I might have it or I might not, what difference would it make? Which is why what actually peaked my interest was the fact that they mentioned that it's possible to get treatment per se.
Just noticed I've created a walk of text yapping about what essentially are my suspected "symptoms" you can skip this if you'd like
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I've only had contact with one person with diagnosed ADHD in my life and they had behavioral problems and had had a person that watched him over in his class, which made me believe that was ADHD, especially with my mom using the fact he has ADHD to explain why he was acting the way he was. It didn't help that my whole life I've only ever heard ADHD being used in a joking manner like when I was jumping all over the place as a kid or straight up being told it's made up by my biology teacher back in primary school.
So I started researching it and I related to most if not all posts on here, on subs like adhdmeme and comics like the ones created by ADHD Alien.
I honestly don't see a big deal with not being able to sit still, sitting weird etc. My bigger problem is my working memory being so horrible that at this point I'm known for remembering nothing and not being expected to. Some of my friends have even resolved to telling me plans only a day before because they knew I wouldn't remember. I always forget where I put anything anywhere and I've been described by one of classmates as "one of the smartest and dumbest people in the class" cause subjects like math come so easy to me I don't remember the last time I've had to study and yet I seem to not know the most basic things that everyone just seems to just know. I can barely even recall my childhood.
I've always thought that maybe it was the pandemic that did something to my memory and my time clock which is equally fucked up but honestly I don't even remember that far to confirm with absolute certainty whether I've always been like this or not.
I also get this weird seasonal depression I'd call it? I'm pretty sure I've read about it here once, it's like every couple of weeks I switch from mostly happy to mostly sad and vice versa. I dunno if it's relevant but I wanted to mention it anyhow.
Tho I'd say the worst is the executive dysfunction and procrastination that I could go on and on about but I suspect most of you know what I'm talking about. The feeling of wanting to do everything and yet ending up doing nothing and the putting things off till last minute or till there's something bigger to procrastinate on like I'm doing rn writing this post instead of studying for my history and chemistry test tommorow. Or the waking up early and yet staying in bed till I'm almost late.
I can barely make myself do anything in my free time which is why I feel like I'm wasting my potential and I want to do something about it before it's too late.
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Coming back to the actual subject at hand. I come from Poland, which is not exactly known for its male mental health awareness and I'm afraid my mom won't understand or will try to dismiss my worries since private therapy costs money. I tried to just mention ADHD in a conversation with my mom and the literal first thing I get is "you don't have ADHD". I've never really talked to my dad about these kinds of things so I don't think I have it in me.
Do you guys think I should try or just wait 8 months till my 18 birthday and go by myself? I also suspect that if it will ever come to the medication subject my parents will be against it which is probably why I'm leaning on waiting. I don't even know why, it's just a gut feeling.
Even now I think I'm getting ahead of myself, for all I know it's not ADHD but something completely different and I'm just inserting myself here for some subconscious need to have a special label to carry. I have no idea and my patience is growing thinner. I always thought that knowing doesn't do anything but now I'm not so sure. At the end of the day something is wrong, I am spending my days doing nothing of value, so therapy would help either way.
I just can't bring myself to ask, to even spark a conversation, I've always avoided things like this for some reason.

Hey guys! This very well may be bit of a long shot but I’m looking for a song I loved to listen to around ten years ago. I used to listen to it ALL the time until my mother told me to stop because she hated the song too much.
I can barely remember ANYTHING about it since I was pretty young except for a few things: - The song was roughly 3:40 minutes long

• It was sung by both a woman and a man
  
• The title was a noun (I think), (possibly doves or pigeons but I’ve looked it up already and couldn’t find anything)
  
• At the point of the chorus (or near it) the man says “I want (you?) to me-ee-EE-t it” or “I want (you?) to se-ee-EE it” (like breaking it up and goes into a higher pitch)
  
• Had bit of a similar vibe to the song “Peaches” by In The Valley Below but more poppy/ upbeat
  

That’s all I remember, unfortunately! I’ve been looking EVERYWHERE for this song because the man’s one line (the one previously stated) has just been stuck in my head and it’s driving me insane. Thank you SO much in advance! I’d really appreciate any help finding this song!!

So I have a corsair virtuoso SE, strange thing is, let's say I get too far from my desktop on Bluetooth right? It'll disconnect and reconnect me and stays pretty consistent after. But when it reconnects, all other audio is perfectly fine like my background music from Spotify except discord, my friends voices are gone. I have to reconnect to the discord call, any idea what causes this?

Hi everyone,
My [32m] and my girlfriend [27f] for about a year now. We’ve had a recurring issue that I’m hoping to get some advice on.
Recently, my girlfriend brought up the topic of abortion and detailed how she would prepare for and potentially get an abortion to avoid the Florida six-week ban. This is a topic that I’ve previously told her I’m uncomfortable discussing. When she brought it up again, I reminded her that I really don’t want to talk about that situation because it doesn’t seem likely to happen and it makes me uncomfortable (it was 12am and I was getting ready for bed). For the record I’m not against abortion, but I think it is sad and I just don’t really like thinking about it as much as she brings it up.
Instead of understanding, she got very upset and shifted the conversation to criticize me for not being open about other things, specifically my finances. She mentioned that she wishes I would tell her more and said she doesn’t know much about my financial situation. She also brought up marriage, and the fact that my finances could be a red flag for her, “the biggest red flag” even. It made me feel sad and sort of cornered. Like am I not enough as I am? Do my finances matter that much?
The thing is, she has only brought up my finances a couple of times in passing, and I’m just not comfortable discussing that yet- she never asked me directly. This started a discussion that lasted until 5am. After saying this stuff to me and me trying to go to bed, I said “I’m sorry” and wrapped my arm around her. Then she told me that I don’t cuddle her enough either and she feels lonely all the time and began crying… but I cuddle her all the time- more than any other relationship I’ve had. I sometimes feel like I’m being manipulated to just keep giving more and more and more until I’m exhausted of everything and then she’ll leave me. She talks about marriage a lot too which pressures me indirectly like “I definitely want to get married” “I definitely want a diamond ring one day” and stuff like that “I wouldn’t do that without a ring on my finger” I’m afraid. She previously had a 7 year relationship where the guy gave her a big ring, got a vasectomy, and then she dumped him. I don’t want to turn out like that.
She frequently says that whenever we talk about something “deep” I get uncomfortable- but I just always feel like she is trying to gain leverage over me somehow. I don’t always feel like that information is necessary to divulge. This makes her angry.
This pattern of behavior is concerning to me. She seems to bring up sensitive topics and gets mad and upset when I set a boundary. I’m starting to wonder if this is a sign that she’s trying to control aspects of our relationship.
I’m seeking advice on a few things-

1. How can I better communicate my boundaries in a way that might help her understand and respect them?
   
2. Are there signs that her behavior is indicative of a controlling nature, or is this a common relationship issue that we can work through with better communication?
   
3. How can I address her desire to know more about my finances without feeling pressured or uncomfortable?
   
4. Is there something fundamentally wrong that I am missing?
   

Any insights or personal experiences would be greatly appreciated. Thanks for reading.
Tl;dr: My girlfriend keeps bringing up sensitive topics despite my boundaries and gets upset when I don’t share personal details that I’m not ready for; looking for advice on communication and if her behavior is controlling.

So I’ve been talking to this guy a I met on a dating website for a couple weeks now & he’s really sweet. Honestly leaves me speechless half of the time. But here’s the thing… we haven’t met in person yet. And the first time we were scheduled to go on a date, he canceled saying he was on call (he works in the medical field) so I was like ok, no worries just let me know when your free next. Fast forward to today we were supposed to go on our rescheduled date and he hasn’t even been responding.. what should I do here?
Keep in mind, along with him being really sweet, he constantly is reassuring & just promising things. I’ve told him don’t make too many promises that you can’t keep & he said I shouldn’t worry about that bc he plans on keeping all of them…Is he love bombing me ?

Let’s say Taylor started donating in 2012 and has continued that up until now she probably has given away 500k plus the millions she has give away.it will take you 5 minutes to see all of the charities and stuff that she has donated too plus the none public stuff. Taylor could give away 200 million and people still wouldn’t be happy but I do think Taylor has a plan for her money when she leaves this earth i think she will give some of it to her kids if she has any and probably give the rest away to charities.
In my opinion Taylor is one of the most generous artists out there and nicest celebrities out there. People always say how she is a horrible person where exactly is the proof everyone that has worked with her at one point has said she was nice. Celebrities always say she is nice for example Emily blunt recently said she was nice. Haters say she takes advantage of her fans but I don’t think so i think she has earned their trust over the years and that’s why they are always purchasing stuff when they can because they know she isn’t going to do bad stuff with the money.
People always say that we don’t know her but we know the basics of her life and some private things that she felt the need to share with us like how she felt about fame. If anyone was wondering i think the post was on popheads earlier today.

This is my first time posting on Reddit and I'm doing so now because I could really use support and perspective.
I've recently had a "falling out" with two of my closest friends who I've known separately for over a decade; I had also introduced them to each other and to many people in our pre-COVID community. Here are the facts of the recent events (everyone in this story is 30+ years old):

• I started seeing my partner (love of my life) 2.5 years ago. My partner is very friendly and kind and was excited to meet my friends. I noticed that my friend Claire was stand-offish about my relationship from the get-go, which I inquired about and she said it was because she was still recovering from her own breakup (from an emotionally abusive relationship).
• A couple of months after I met my now partner, I asked my roommate and good friend Gill to move out with 2 months notice. Context here: I invited her to move into my small 2-bedroom apartment about a year into COVID and she said she'd only stay a few months while she planned her move to another nearby city. She passively pushed the timeline back a few times (ie "as you can see, I haven't moved out yet, I think it'll be a few more months") which I was happy about at first because I enjoyed her company...until she started working from home full-time (which I already did) and also began struggling with mental health issues. So, I set the 2-month timeline. The rest of the story is that she flipped out after this conversation, left for a trip to visit family the next day, sent me a long angry email about how I've displaced her (a working professional and therapist) and that she found a place in the new city and would move out in 2 weeks. I kept my distance from her those two weeks and sent her an email saying that my intentions were not to hurt her, that I cared about her, and that I wanted to repair the relationship once she was ready; she sent a positive reply back. Then I never hear from her again and meanwhile heard from others that she was having a hard time "because of what I did to her".
• Fast forward a few months and I notice that Claire and my other close friend Jen - both of whom considered me a close/best friend and were not that close to my roommate - start actively avoiding me. They both stopped responding to my group messages and were "too busy" to hang out or jump on a call; but if I reached out to each of them directly, their respective texts are all friendly with lots of emojis. I even left a birthday present for Jen at her place (because she was too busy to see me) and she didn't acknowledge receiving it, just ignored my text message asking how she liked it.
• I definitely noticed this sudden change in behavior in both of them but I didn't know how to ask about it; their behavior felt punitive in some way and I felt scared to face it head on...for over a year. Until this week.
• Claire lives 2 blocks from me and I saw her heading my way the other evening - I was the only one outside - and she put her head down and "didn't see" me. I was floored. I got home and wrote her a text saying that it hurt to feel that she was actively avoiding me. She responded by saying that she "felt us growing apart", that she "didn't like how I treated close friends of ours", and that instead of having an "inflammatory conversation" she'd chosen to "love and support me from afar". Floored again. This one felt crushing. More context for you: I care deeply for people in my life and live my values of treating people kindly, empathetically, and with good communication. This text from my "close friend" absolutely shocked me. I responded with confusion and curiousity as to why she didn't talk to me about whatever it was she heard/witnessed, and also stated that suddenly disappearing form my life was niether loving nor supportive. My only assumption is that it has to do with Gill but I have no idea. All she said in response was in short "Thank you for speaking your truth <3 I wish you wonderful things." 💩
• Then I reached out to Jen. Jen has always seemed like a direct communicator, and she also is a high anxiety person. So this whole time, I assumed she might actually have been busy with work and life, and/or dealing with anxiety. I texted to say I was checking in because I hadn't heard from her in a long time and wasn't sure why - busy or did something happen?" She responded 24 hours later (last night) and gave me the same spiel as Claire "growing apart", "doesn't agree with my actions and treatment of friends". Floored AGAIN.
• I responded saying that I'm confused as to what she's referring to and I feel sad that she'd choose to distance herself instead of talk to me about whatever it is. Then I said "I value clarity and this sounds like a significant thing so can you please provide specifics around the actions and treatment you're referring to?"

I honestly have no idea what planet I'm on at the moment. I have what I thought were stable, mature adult relationships that would be with me for a lifetime. For two of my closest friends to form judgements about me (about something I have no idea about), not communicate with me about it, then actively ostracize me, is not only heartbreaking but makes me question my reality. Any advice on how to process this and let it go?

I need to get this "off my chest". Obligatory "I can't include literally everything that builds up the situation or otherwise we'd end up with a War and Peace thick post.
Me, 35M; Wife: 35F; Sperm Donor 75 M; Mom 72; Aunt 72F; Aunt 2 70s F,
I used to think my childhood and home life was idyllic and great, but as I've aged I've realised how very, very effed up it actually was. It wasn't so much that it was idyllic, it was that I'm AUDHD and was perfectly content to be alone and do my own thing. Some of these realisations have coloured how I view my parents and family and I have stopped thinking of the man who's DNA I share as "dad" and more "Sperm donor" or "his name".
I fully admit that I have a lot of "daddy issues". All I've really ever wanted was a dad to do dad things with; learning how to do things like fix cars, going fishing, learning to drive, etc. Typical sappy 'Merican "Andy Griffith Show" type crap. I know that's not reality for most people, but it's kind of a sore point for me. Because of this, I've kind of spend most of my youth chasing after older males in my life like a lost puppy hoping someone will pick me out of the box left on the side of the road. I'm lucky to have found at least one person in my life who fulfills that role for me. He's only a few years older chronologically but decades older in experience and maturity.
I've learned a lot over the last few years about how things actually were as opposed to how I saw them. Examples being:
1) My sperm donor is a "what's mine is mine and what's your's in mine too"
2) My sperm donor inflated what he actually did as a "provider" and the reality was quite different. The home we lived in was paid for out of my mother's pocket, my immediate needs (clothes, medication, snacks, activities, school needs) were paid for out of my mother's pocket, and money that had been gifted from family for me to go into a college fund "disappeared" right around the time my dad decided to buy a vintage British racing car.
3) My sperm donor has his side of the family convinced he's father and husband of the year.
4) My sperm donor is stubborn. Not in a cute way, but in a way that's resulted in thousands of dollars of home damage, refusal to repair things for decades because he refuses to call in a professional, and literally refusing to allow his spouse to undergo medical treatment for two years past when it was deemed medically necessary.
The first 10 years of my life were ok, but in my early teens my mom got "sick". To lend some context, her mother also "got sick" when she was in her mid forties. There was never a diagnosis and an autopsy of mother's mother showed only a minor stomach ulcer. Both sets of grandparents are long since dead, any family on her side is gone, and I have no one who was around during that time to give me any input or tell me what was going on at that time other than my parents who have opposing views. Mom says her mother was just a very sickly lady but would also tell me stories about how Grandma would do things like steal motorcycles, get into fights, and do all these crazy things as a younger person. SD's version of events is that Grandma always "got sick" whenever someone in their family or friend circle had an event that might not make Grandma the centre of attention. My understanding is that my mom was expected to act as a live in nurse up until she met and married SD. At which point Grandma and Grandpa dropped dead in quick succession. I am also told that Grandpa took and controlled all my mother's wages from her career up until she met my SD.
Mom "got sick" in my early teens and it was on me to be the one to look after her. I was the one who had to help her when she threw up. I was the one to have to remind her to shower, change her clothes, get her meds refilled, etc. I'd go to doctor's appts with her and try to help explain what was happening and what symptoms she was having because unfortunately, a lot of the doctors were male and dismissed her out of hand. She did end up with a fibromyalgia diagnosis, a condition I also share and understand. The majority of her symptoms are stomach issues; ie nausea, vomiting, not wanting to eat etc. When I say she's had the entire gamut of gut health testing done, I mean it's all been done. At least three times. At one point the Gastro she saw told her that he'd exhausted everything and that there is no physical reason for her symptoms and that if she did not at least try to eat, he'd send her for psychiatric evaluation and have her fitted with a feeding tube.
I need to clarify that I too have always had gastrointestinal issues and not too long ago discovered I have coeliac disease. Adhering to that diet has eliminated the majority of my issues. Despite the fact they eliminated this disease as a potential cause in my mom, I suggested trying this and an elimination diet to see if it helped, but she refused. Her diet for years has consisted of white bread and jam, grits, coca cola, and tea exclusively. Occasionally she would get sushi. This is not an exaggeration. That's all she has eaten for years.
Throughout all of this, my SD rolled his eyes and sat on his ass continuing to eat dinner or watch tv while she'd go running to the kitchen to vomit, me chasing after her to try and help. (Mom would at least appear to get faint during these vomiting instances) so I would be there to make sure she didn't pass out as she vomited in the sink, then clean out the sink after her, then help her back to the couch and bring her something to drink.
It's been 20 years of this now. My wife and I have been living in our own home for about 4 years and I am no longer there to be the one to try and clean up the messes and fill in the cracks, as it were. My family has visited us three times, even though we live maybe 45 minutes away. I have returned to my parents house probably about 15-20 times to do repairs to the home. Right now, all "repairs" have stalled out because apparently having things like a functional and safe bathroom aren't nearly as important to SD as buying military collectibles, guns, and gourmet cheeses.
This January Mom landed herself in the hospital with a bloodclot due to falling and hitting her head. My SD didn't take her to the hospital until a full week after she'd fallen and no one called me for a full 24 hours after she'd been admitted. She went back and forth amongst the ER, rehab, and hospital for about two months and the result of all that was that they discovered she has throat dysphagia but no other underlying disorders. She's now home with a G-tube, oxygen, bedside commode, and an in home nurse that visit occasionally.
Right now, what's weighing on me most strongly is that my parents now have my SD's sister living with them and she is constantly singing his praises and talking about what a wonderful and attentive husband he is. I'm honestly enraged about it, especially now that more of the extended family, who frankly couldn't be arsed to return phone calls, emails, or snail mail over the last 30 years, suddenly have opinions and are lauding him for how great he's been.
I feel like I have this Monty Python 10 tonne weight over my head, because I know that when my parents shuffle off this mortal coil there is going to be a veritable dungheap left for me to deal with in their decrepit home. I'm mad and sad and tired and I honestly just don't want to deal with it anymore. I can't stop feeling irritated that my mom has basically just given up on trying to do.... anything. And had done way before there was an "excuse". Holidays are a nightmare for me because there's nothing this woman wants or like or gets excited about. She doesn't have hobbies anymore, doesn't like doing anything, isn't interested in collecting things, doing crafts, etc, even talking. The times I've been around her for any length of time and attempted to talk to her, she just looks at me with this kind of watery eyed and vaguely befuddled expression or answers with one or two syllables. She is NOT suffering any dementia or similar issues and has been tested for such. It's like she just... doesn't care.
I've spent so long trying to make her comfortable, happy, etc. Tried to get her things she liked or get her into things that would make her happy. My wife's mother is only a few years younger and is active in her community, teaches classes, does art, goes on trip with my FIL, and visits and talks to people regularly. As do most of my peers' parents. This is really hard and I feel very sad and lonely about it. My poor wife has heard it all over and over again and I hate bothering my already stressed close friends with my rants....

I've been steadily working on a Kurios fanfiction, and figured this would be a good place to share it!
Here's the link to the fic on ao3, and the writing that follows is the opening paragraph.

Life is funny. It works in strange ways. Did you know that the Earth is so pin-point perfectly situated in space as to allow life to have evolved from nothing?
Did you know that the Earth exists in such a perfect way as to allow life to have evolved from nothing? Some might call that a miracle. Some might call it luck. Some may even call it magic.
Magic, too, is an odd thing. Many say it doesn’t exist, but that would make the story I am about to tell you sound impossible. Ridiculous, even. But what’s the point in telling a fantastic story if you can’t believe, even just a little bit, that some of it may have happened? Somewhere, at some time.
Maybe not all of it, maybe the story as a whole never did happen. But perhaps some of the people in it existed. Perhaps the place where it is told exists. Perhaps some of the bizarre and curious events that happen in it really did happen.
Did this story really exist? Did any of these people really exist? Did this odd and wondrous new world that we are about to step into ever really exist? Who can say? But maybe for a short while, while these words are being read and the pages upon which they are written are turned, everything really happened.
After all, reality is relative.

Hello, this is my first time posting here. I’ve been diagnosed with bpd since 2022 but I knew way before my diagnosis. I’ve learned to manage my bpd (cope ig) but I obviously still struggle. I’ve been in a relationship since Jan 2022. I’m feel really guilty for quitting therapy and potentially ruining my boyfriend’s way of viewing me and the world. I quit therapy in 2023 because I can’t do therapy online and I prefer in person. My boyfriend is now in the mental hospital because I panicked and called my friend to check up on him and he was by our campus at 10pm and wasn’t responding to any of us. I talked to him and he kept calling me a liar, he kept saying “why did you leave me” and “you don’t come when I need you” and I can’t help but break down. I can’t help this all my fault. I kept splitting on him and although I apologize right after. I know an apology is never enough. Everyone keeps saying I did the right thing and that it was best for me to call for him to get help but I just kept getting those words he told me. There was more issues besides me but a part of me wishes I stayed quiet. I was too worried. I keep thinking, “what if I didn’t split?” or “what if I didn’t call for my friend to check up on him?”. I’m having a constant battle with my mind. He’s my fp and I can’t stop myself from blaming myself. It’s gotten to the point I went back to therapy and even then, I don’t know how to stay everything straight. I can’t seem to forgive myself for betraying someone I loved and someone who really loved me but what could I have done? I can’t help him if I can’t help myself. It’s so overwhelming..
Edit: my phone was lagging the more I typed. I’m sorry for any grammar mistakes. English isn’t my first language.

Light rules to make it interesting: Each one has to be at least a slightly different category, for example you can say a restaurant and a grocery store but don’t say two grocery stores. You can say a doctors office and a pharmacy but don’t say two different kinds of pharmacies. But to be honest, there’s not a lot of people who wouldn’t want that, so if doctors/grocery is too obvious just skip it and do the fun ones.
I’m going: 1. 24 hour grocery again, just makes things easier 2. The green door, they would never do it but I regularly crave their food past 12 am. 3. NIGHT LIBRARY 4. A night Bakery, just one, I would travel to get to a night bakery 5. Ottawa doesn’t have one, but if we had an aquarium I would want to go at night.

I’m beyond frustrated with Thornley Groves. I’ve rented my last two flats through them in the city centre and now I’m looking for something with my partner in south Manchester so having to deal with them again. Despite the obvious solution being “just don’t use them”, they seem to have monopoly on all the best flats and offer the zero deposit option. When 7 out of 10 listings on Rightmove are from Thornley Groves, it’s hard to avoid them, and from what I’ve heard other lettings agencies aren’t any better.
Once I'm in their flats, maintenance isn't too bad—they're quick to respond and fix things. But snagging a property in the first place is a headache.
The agents are consistently 20-30 minutes late to viewings and impossible to contact. I've often found myself waiting outside with other frustrated potential tenants, all trying to reach the office and wondering if they've forgotten about us.
Calls to the office always ring out or get hung up and emails take at least a week for a response. When you do get a response the literacy skills and reading comprehension are poor (I’m not talking the odd spelling mistake I’m talking entirely illegible as if a 4 year old has written it) and if you’ve asked more than one question in your email, they won’t answer all of them?
The most frustrating part is the lack of communication about applications. They say you can't apply for multiple properties, but they don't keep you updated, leaving you in the dark about whether the landlord has accepted your application.
For instance, the weekend before last I viewed a flat on Friday, was promised application forms that night but received nothing. After calling them 20 times on Saturday, they finally sent the forms, claiming no other offers were made and we were first in line once the lettings team were back in on Tuesday. Yet, by Tuesday night, they informed me a let was agreed ‘over the weekend.’ How is that possible when there were apparently no other offers and the earliest they could forward our application was Tuesday?
The same happened the following week—I applied on Tuesday night for a different property, heard nothing for a week, chased them up, and was told a let was agreed last week.
It's a frustrating cycle. I make quick applications, am promised updates, then face weeks of silence unless I badger them only to be told a let was agreed before I’d even sent the application. I’ve had this same problem with my previous flats too.
I understand the rental market is tough, but half the problem seems to be their incompetence.
If anyone works for Thornley Groves, what's the hold-up? Why the delay in emails and promises left unfulfilled? Is there anything I can do to get a quicker response? I just want a flat!!! Any flat!!!

Before going into it, I want to mention how this post was inspired by three things. One was user u/HastyvonFuego2 and their post on going down the rabbit hole on the Kendrick sub last week. It was also inspired by Childish Gambino’s first album release in nearly 6 years where I have been sitting on this idea for a while but he inspired me to finally post this week like he did (never posted on Reddit at all before so be gentle if I am not doing it right)! I was also inspired by an interview Bino gave to GQ about breaking down his most iconic characters. In this interview he says how This is America started out as a Drake diss but then he realized the song was too hard for just Drake so he kept working on it. He also talks in this interview about how all culture is about compression. Which means that yes, This is America is about the gun violence and police issues in America, but compressed in this video is also more about where that culture comes from which he shows is from a small handful of rap moguls, namely Drake, Diddy and Jay-Z (bear with me on this long post, I think/hope it will be worth it). At the end I talk briefly about how Little Foot Big Foot might be in this same vein of cultural compression.
[Intro: Choir]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, go, go away
The beginning of this song has no background music yet, which really gives it an ‘in the beginning’ feel. Then Gambino starts doing his dances with weird facial expressions. I will explain as we go through his video how those expressions and dance moves represent different famous rap moguls. One easy look to pick out right away is Jay-Z’s famous lip curl/growl look that Gambino gives with a head nod repeatedly. The colonial pants have been a hot topic, but since it’s only the pants that are colonial, Gambino is saying the bottom or basis for this violent culture in America is ultimately colonialism. The lyrics ‘Go Away’, are likely foreshadowing the rap moguls wanting other popular rap rivals to ‘go away’ or they will make them (aka murder them) for profit.
[Bridge: Childish Gambino & Young Thug]
We just wanna party
Party just for you
We just want the money
Money just for you (Yeah)
Usually you want money for yourself and to party for yourself, so this is a bit odd. But what Gambino is referring to is similar to these Diddy ‘freakoff parties’ we are hearing about where people who want to be famous are really partying for these rap moguls so they can get close to them. Where they suck up to them saying that they want to earn the mogul money from their songs.
I know you wanna party
Party just for free
Girl, you got me dancin' (Girl, you got me dancin')
Dance and shake the frame (Yeah)
Then this almost feels like the Diddy rebuttal where he’s like ya I know you want to party and you want to do it for free. Like Katt Williams says, “you gotta tell Diddy no”, it is never free to go to those parties. There are always consequences. When you are partying you are dancing, but shaking the frame could refer to how those boundaries/edges are being crossed, lines are blurred, etc.
Then in the video, the fellow who was playing the guitar gets shot and things turn dark from happy music. I believe that this guitar tune is meant to represent 2Pac and Nas’s song Thugz Mansion. It’s one of the original greats from ‘in the beginning’. Nas famously has always had major issues with Jay-Z too (More on why 2Pac and Nas later). It also represents how it was these moguls who murdered 2Pac like Jaguar Wright and Katt Williams keep saying. Where these murders only lead to more money and fame for the killers when the dead artists’ and their music are exploited more easily.
Also note that the gun gets taken away by a school kid after the shooting, more on this later as well.
[Verse 1: Childish Gambino, Young Thug, Blocboy JB & 21 Savage]
This is America (Skrrt, skrrt, woo)
Don't catch you slippin' now (Ayy)
Look how I'm livin' now
Police be trippin' now (Woo)
Yeah, this is America (Woo, ayy)
Guns in my area (Word, my area)
There is a song called Guns in My Area by Lil Weiner and Baby Chapox that paints a vivid picture of the everyday struggles and conflicts faced by those living in communities affected by gun violence. More compression of other songs and the American gun culture.
I got the strap (Ayy, ayy)
I gotta carry 'em
I am almost certain this line is referring to 2Pac’s song Changes. Throughout This is America, Gambino takes lines from Pac’s song: “They get jealous when they see you with your mobile phone” (referred to later in this a Celly, that’s tool) “That's the sound of my tool, you say it ain't cool, My mama didn't raise no fool”
“And as long as I stay black, I gotta stay strapped, And I never get to lay back” It seems like Gambino broke up these lyrics and scattered them throughout his song. This plays into the theme that everyone is using 2Pac and enriching themselves off of his image and music. I show below how this particular section of the video represents Diddy meaning that Diddy himself is exploiting his music (and alleging that Diddy killed Pac?). We could see this exploitation play out at length with how much Diddy milked the death of Biggie like in Every Breath You Take.
Yeah, yeah, I'ma go into this (Ugh)
Yeah, yeah, this is guerilla (Woo)
Yeah, yeah, I'ma go get the bag
The song Gorilla War by $uicideboy$ and Ramirez talks about getting a bag repeatedly in the course. Also in Otis with Kanye and Jay-Z their lyrics talk about going gorilla (I talk about this song more further down), so it could be referring to this as well. It seems like Gambino is trying to pull out lyrics from all across the rap culture and embed them in his song to highlight the ‘cultural compression’.
Yeah, yeah, I'm so cold like, yeah (Yeah)
I'm so dope like, yeah (Woo)
We gon' blow like, yeah (Straight up, uh)
I think that all of the school kids in the video represent all of the rappers that are signed with these big labels. Which is interesting because they are the ones facilitating the guns for the moguls in the video. You can see that the mogul is really focused on the kids and gets agitated and directs them to follow him whenever they stray off a bit like they are his pupils, or like he owns them. Then all of a sudden the camera comes into a scene where you can see more kids shooting a rap video and all shooting money from a Supreme gun. The camera zooms out almost to show you that this is the mogul’s whole rap empire they are looking over, all of their kids in one place (this empire already includes some chaos in the background). It’s subtle but hilarious, Gambino puts fricken chickens on the ground where the kids are filming the rap video. He is directly calling all of these rappers complete chickens for playing up this lifestyle and being the cause of so much chaos rather than coming out and telling somebody what’s really going on. Trying to get their money over everything else.
[Refrain: Choir & Childish Gambino]
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, tell somebody
You go tell somebody
Grandma told me
Get your money, Black man (Get your— Black man)
This is where things start to get interesting. Gambino is literally saying, go tell somebody about this! We all know what’s happening, why don’t you go let people know how bad it is? But like Jaguar Wright said, who do you tell when these moguls have the cops and feds paid off? This video is literally Gambino putting it all out there in this extremely popular song for everyone to see but yet we still just see the dancing and the violent chaos of people and police in the streets and not the root cause that is hidden in plain sight.
The vast majority of those who reviewed this video until now think this scene represents the tragic church shooting in Charleston in 2015. I think it does, but we also have to look at this from an angle of compression.
The people in the choir are all of the people who are currently singing the rap mogul’s praises and who are focused on going and getting what’s owed to them, get their money (who are also profiting off of the dead fellows music since it goes back to the original tune). You can see that each choir member has a distinct look to them. Think about who you are hearing about now who is about to be implicated in these freak offs and evil deeds. Is that Will Smith in the back left corner!? The short bald fellow in the front left maybe Kevin Hart? Rick Ross or TD Jakes maybe the bigger guy towards the back right? When the camera zooms in on the choir right at first to show their faces, doesn’t the guy in the bottom middle look like an uncanny version of Jordan Peele? Or is that meant to be Cuba Gooding Jr? Then just like the guitar fellow at the beginning, bang. You may be singing Diddy’s praises now, but he will cut you down whenever he suddenly feels like it.
I think almost for sure this initial section of the music video is Gambino acting as Diddy, because right after he shoots the choir, he does the elbow pump/chicken dance. At 3:14 in Diddy’s video for P.E. 2000 he does the chicken dance (he is up first in the video and I think Gambino is trying to say here I first present to you the first public enemy of 3 in this song). That elbow dance signals that it was Diddy and this is the end of his section.
[Chorus: Childish Gambino, Young Thug, Slim Jxmmi & Quavo]
This is America (Woo, ayy)
Don't catch you slippin' now (Woo, woo, don't catch you slippin' now)
Don't catch you slippin' now (Ayy, woah)
Look what I'm whippin' now (Slime!)
There have been many accounts of celebrities being given fancy cars after suffering abuse at the hands of these moguls. So these lyrics are saying that you better not slip up and tell people what’s really going on. And if you don’t look at this sweet carecord deal/movie contract I am going to give you. Beiber told this story about Diddy wanting to give him a luxury car.
Now suddenly, the dance switches from the chicken dance to a sudden bicep flex to signal us that we have now moved on from Gambino representing Diddy to our next mogul.
[Verse 2: Childish Gambino, Quavo, Young Thug, 21 Savage & BlocBoy JB]
This next chunk of the video is all about Jay-Z. I think this is the case because he throws his arms up in a bicep flex just like Jay does in the Otis music video at 2:38. And it makes sense Gambino would pick a dance move from a video with a huge American flag in the background to fit the ‘This is America’ theme. Gambino is mocking him saying, who are you really, the pretty guy or this hard gangster like Gambino shows in his dancing. Also right before they pan to the kids on the balcony, Bino also does Jay-Z’s signature lip curl look a couple times so we know it’s him and to signal the end of his section.
Look how I'm geekin' out (Hey)
I'm so fitted (I'm so fitted, woo)
Jay-Z is famous for making the fitted Yankees cap famous, it’s his signature look. More signs this verse is about Jay.
I'm on Gucci (I'm on Gucci)
Jay-Z has been seen in full wallpaper Gucci sweat suits but could also be referring to Gucci Mane who he hung out with at Beyonce’s tour around the time this song was released.
I'm so pretty (Yeah, yeah, woo)
I'm gon' get it (Ayy, I'm gon' get it)
Watch me move (Blaow)
These lines are probably referring to Jay-Z having a hidden preference for men, especially with the way Gambino flicks his wrist in the video when he says I’m so pretty.
This a celly (Ha)
That's a tool (Yeah)
On my Kodak (Woo) Black
I think that “this a celly, that’s a tool” harkens back to 2Pac’s lyrics in Changes where he sings, “They get jealous when they see ya with your mobile phone” then shortly after that he sings about the sound of his tool, referring to shooting a gun. But Childish flips these lyrics on their head. He is saying that it’s really the phone that’s a tool to be using, not a gun. And pans up and shows (the school kids specifically) on the balcony filming everything going on below. He’s telling the kids/other rappers, use your phone as a tool, you can record these bad deeds when you get blackmailed into being at the freak off. That’s how you can kill them and their career, not with a gun. Go tell somebody! There is also the reference to Kodak which plays into the picture taking theme, but also because Kodak Black has been accused of assaulting a teenage girl in a hotel room. So we have a good idea of what Gambino suggests all the kids start filming and collecting evidence of.
Ooh, know that (Yeah, know that, hold on)
Get it (Woo, get it, get it)
Ooh, work it (21)
Now we are onto Drake’s part. In the video Gambino starts doing the BlocBoy JB dance called Shoot. Drake is known for doing these little viral dance moves like in Hotline Bling. But not only that, this dance is also used in the song that both BlocBoy JB and Drake collaborate on for their video Look Alive. It starts at 2:07 in the Look Alive video. So this is Drake’s dance to signal his part is now starting.
Note this is where the pale horse rides by also potentially saying that Drake is one of the horsemen of the apocalypse. Interestingly, Drake’s collab with BlocBoy JB was pretty much the apocalypse for BlocBoy’s career, who hasn’t had a hit since.
Hunnid bands, hunnid bands, hunnid bands (Hunnid bands)
Contraband, contraband, contraband (Contraband)
I got the plug in Oaxaca (Woah)
They gonna find you like "blocka" (Blaow)
Again, we know this is Drake’s section because his song 10 bands starts out by saying “10 bands, 50 bands, 100 bands” almost identical to Bino’s lyrics here. Also Blocka was famously used by Biggie in his song Gimme the Loot which could be referring to Biggie's demise like Pac’s and making money from his death. Everything in this industry originates from pushing drugs, which has been alleged through the trafficking that Diddy, Jay-Z and Drake do through their private jets likely connected to their bosses, the Clive Davises and Lucian Grainges of the world. This escalates rap beefs and the whole culture to the next level where murder is often a consequence for young rappers in their prime when international drug lord money is involved.
An interesting point is this is the only time where Childish was about to shoot someone in the video, but where he didn’t have a school kid either handing him the gun or taking it away carefully from him. (Maybe also a diss at Drake that even though he acts hard he doesn’t shoot, he gets his horseman of the apocalypse to do his dirty deeds for him instead perhaps?). This is the beginning of the end for the rap mogul as he no longer has his kids doing his bidding for him. A simple message to show how the violence can be stopped, that these shootings can end when the kids stop enabling them. So then as soon as he can’t react in that moment and shoot someone his anger is forced to chill out, as shown by smoking a J, and to go back to exploiting the dead man’s music instead. If you don’t put a gun in someone’s hand when they are heated, those feelings too shall pass - kinda feel.
[Refrain: Choir, Childish Gambino, & Young Thug]
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, tell somebody
America, I just checked my following list, and
You mothafuckas owe me
Whose voice does that sound like!? It sounds a lot like Diddy to me, public enemy #1. This is basically saying that the moguls are the ones who we all owe it to for all of this glorified gun violence in America. That we owe them way more follows and likes for what a massive influence they have had on the violence and chaos we see in America today.
Grandma told me
Get your money, Black man (Black man)
(1, 2, 3—get down)
In Moneybagg Yo’s song 1, 2, 3, he also has a line that says “1, 2, 3, let’s go!” in a similar vein.
But something interesting I came across was Nas’s song Get Down where they use a sample from James Brown's “The Boss” that sounds extremely similar to the way Gambino screams “Get Down!” Which would fit well if the guitar singer from the beginning is meant to be Nas and Pac doing Thugz Mansion.
Also make sure you check out Nas’s song Get Down so that you can hear how much Jay-Z outright copied this song for The Story of OJ. From the musical structure with the piano and interwoven samples right down to the theme reiterated by the sample at the end of Nas’s song: “If that’s how our people are gonna get down, how are we ever gonna get up?”
SZA
Finally to wrap up the video, I have been stumped for a long time as to why SZA is randomly at the end of this video sitting on one of the cars. But I think I finally know why and it reconfirms that this last scene is all about Drake. If you watch Drake’s music video for Worst Behavior (not very Canadian of him to spell behaviour that way I might add) you will see Drake rapping and dancing with a few cars surrounding him and one of those cars has other rappers making cameos in it. In Gambino’s video SZA represents that car with a famous cameo. I think this is further confirmed when the black edges of the video start closing inwards at the end of This is America, the exact same way that Worst Behavior ends. So why SZA as the cameo then? Cause it reminds people that Drake is a p*do.
This is from an article in the Rolling Stone: In 2020, Drake revealed publicly that he and SZA had dated over a decade ago, well before she was an established artist (her earliest music goes back to around 2012; her critical breakthrough, Ctrl, came in 2017). On 21 Savage’s “Mr. Right Now,” Drake rapped about a newer fling who was a fan of SZA’s: “Yeah, said she wanna fuck to some SZA, wait / ‘Cause I used to date SZA back in ’08 / If you cool with it, baby, she can still play.” A few days later, SZA responded, corroborating Drake’s claim with a slight correction: they dated in 2009, when both would have been over 18. Since SZA would not have turned 18 until late 2008, she wanted to set the record straight. “in this case a year of poetic rap license mattered 🥴lol I think he jus innocently rhymed 08 w wait [sic],” she tweeted. “I just didn’t want anybody thinking anything underage or creepy was happening . Completely innocent . Lifetimes ago . [sic]”
If you have to specifically say something isn’t creepy and distance yourself from it being lifetimes ago, it usually is creepy. Drake would’ve been 22 when she was 17. Metro Boomin also happens to be on the Mr. Right Now track. He is currently in trouble for resurfaced old tweets showing how Metro used to tweet disgusting things about what he wanted to do to underage girls. Interestingly, Metro Boomin is also now beefing with Drake.
Drake doing his dance on the car of the original musician’s music seems to be accusing Drake directly of stealing 2Pac’s music. Orlando Brown recently said the cryptic statement that “Drake is Pac” which likely means he stole 2Pac’s approach/style/audience after his death. Gambino did some good foreshadowing here too with the recent AI release Drake put out of 2Pac.
This dance scene also signals that the Drake section is now over.
[Outro: Young Thug]
You just a black man in this world
You just a barcode, ayy
You just a black man in this world
Drivin' expensive foreigns, ayy
You just a big dawg, yeah
I kenneled him in the backyard
No, probably ain't life to a dog
For a big dog
The outro lyrics speak to how these gatekeepers keep black men down and control them with things like being forced to wear a dress to become famous or to submit to homosexual/p*do acts.. In the video, as I mentioned above, the black edges close in on Drake’s dancing scene in This is America. But they don’t completely close and end things like they do in the Worst Behavior video. Instead, in Gambino’s video, the camera pans to show the mogul running for his life with Young Thug’s lyrics almost like a quiet echo in the background. He isn’t running from the cops though, he’s running from the kids and from the public. When I mentioned earlier that the kids not handing over the last gun before Drake’s scene signalled the beginning of the end for the moguls, this is that conclusion. Where it is showing that if all the kids come together to stop enabling and rather expose the moguls, people will be chasing these bastards down once we realize what has been going on behind the curtain. Then the song that Young Thug is singing can just be a quiet echo of the way things were in the past.
If you don’t think Gambino would be this deep and that I went too far down the rabbit hole, do a Google search on the calculations that he came up with for why he sings about loving until 3005 in his song. He seems to go real deep with his lyrics. So a big question this leaves us with is, what did Childish Gambino witness in the rap industry? His whole rap career plays out like he is trying to avoid industry norms.
Even in Sweatpants, he has lyrics like:
No hands like soccer teams and y'all fuck boys like Socrates
You niggas ain't coppin' these, niggas ain't lookin' like me (Nah)
Nah, I ain't checkin' I.D. (Nah), but I bounce 'em with no problem
Seems like he is trying to make it really clear across his catalogue of music that he isn’t a p*do but that other rappers are. Where he is saying that he doesn’t need to ID his potential partners because he can tell they are obviously too young and that’s not hard to do.
Tell 'em, Problem (Problem!)
I'm winnin', yeah, yeah, I'm winnin' (What?)...
Rich kid, asshole, paint me as a villain
So who was trying to paint him as a villain, Drake? And that’s why the diss was originally meant for him?
Don't be mad 'cause I'm doing me better than you doing you…
Better than you doing you
Fuck it, what you gon' do? (What?!)
He’s taunting the other rappers cause he knows they can’t say shit if they are creeps. He has the same sentiment in Bonfire “It’s a bonfire, turn the lights out, I’m burning everything you mother fuckers talk about.”
Childish Gambino has always refrained from talking about the meaning of This is America whenever he is asked, and I can only assume that all of this is why.
Little Foot Big Foot
Now with his new release, Little Foot Big Foot and applying cultural compression to it, it has me wondering if he is referring to Megan Thee Stallion and the Nicki beef? People like Nicki (calling Megan Big Foot) have been claiming for some time she wasn’t even shot in the foot by Tory Lanez. There were many people laughing and making fun of Megan over getting shot. Which could be an interesting story for Childish to tell to represent how crazy this violent culture has gotten that people just laugh and blame the victim now when you get shot. Also a good metaphor for things like ‘shooting yourself in the foot’ for not having a lawyer look over potentially predatory industry contracts like in the beginning of his video. That you want to get in the cool kids club so bad you overlook it. Not as sure on this one though since the song just came out and I have only heard it a few times.
One last thing that is really interesting, there have been tons of artists on podcasts like Shay Shay talking about the strings these ultra rich moguls can pull. Like buying awards or gatekeeping people from being in the industry at all. There was even a story, I think maybe it was Gene Deal who told it, that when Killer Mike won at the grammys that Jay-Z was so angry he made sure to mess up his night by getting him locked up as soon as he left the awards stage. These moguls are extremely powerful and have an incredible amount of sway in the world/industry. If you check out Gambino’s profile on Youtube, his old music videos keep getting taken down, like Bonfire for example is just gone. Fans have been having to upload the videos themselves. There is a reply to a comment, on one of the fan uploaded vids, from Gambino’s account himself when someone asks why the videos are being taken down. His account just replies “Noone knows why :(“ Seems a bit odd all things considered and like maybe he has been at the mercy of these gatekeepers for going against the system.
I am so curious to know what the rest of you think about all of this!

not too many heavy mods should be pretty light but if youre curious about the mods ask me on on with a PM
the way i would say what people should be expecting the server to be just any normal survival server with and smp with mods just build things and have fun i already have some friends on it but just a casual inn group with people not too many and just have fun build what you want and just have a nice community with some talks. ''basically how it works in friends in a group just having fun'' and thats it build stuff yup.
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