Round face for guys

Hi this is my first ever post or thread? di ako nagpopost dito sa reddit, lurker lang talaga ako. I wanted to share how my 4yr old crush ended. Kung andito ka man nagbabasa okay lang itatago nalang kita. PERO SANA WALA KA DITO
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So ito na nga mga Bhie,
It started when I was in college 2nd year, pandemic that time, we had online classes that time. Hindi kami close, so pano kami naging close? nung 1st year college magkaklase kami pero no interaction whatsoever. Then nung nagkapandemic nag enroll lahat online, kaming dalawa lang yung magkakilala. Siya yung unang nag chat sakin about sa assignment na ipapasa. Then we got to know each other sa mga chikahan saka kwentuhan(hindi ko na ilalahat kasi di ko na maalala.)
Then nagpapakita na siya ng hints, like nag sesend na siya ng pictures niya, nung una hindi ko masyado binibigyan ng pansin. Then nakikita ko din na nagshashare siya ng posts like mga pang banat or parinig na memes. Then that was the time na I started liking her back, because of the vibes, same kasi kami ng vibes. lagi na kaming late night naguusap, sabay nakikinig music sa discord server (typical teenage scenarios paginlove haha).
Late ko na na-realized na I'm giving too much attention, like too much. I was love bombing her, wala kasi ako experience pag-dating sa mga ganitong scenario. Dun ko din na-realize na ayaw pala talaga ng mga babae na masyadong clingy, di ko naman nilalahat girls ah.
Nagiging cold na siya sa mga chat niya, I forgot to mention na nag-lalaro din kami ng ML(Mobile Legends) that time, then I would invite her everytime na makikita ko siyang online but one time inivite ko siya, she declined the invitation. It started to confuse the shit out of me. Dumating pa sa point na iniistalk ko na yung mga kalaro niya.
Taposssss.... nahihirapan na ako mag-understand kung anong nangyari that time, so I mustered up my courage to confess, I wrote a letter dun ko ini-explain kung ano yung nararamdaman ko sa kanya, then I hit send. Syempre ito na yung mga long message, di ko na maalala yung lahat pero ang context ng whole conversation namin non, she lost the feels. then she would see me as a friend lang.
Thennnn, Semester break na non, with 2 months vacation I think, di ko na talaga maalala. 2 months without contact bago kami nag face to face ulit. Siya parin yung kaklase ko non. Akala ko naka move on nako pero hindi, bumalik lahat.
(I'll skip past to 4th yr) Requirement for our graduation is the internship, we had internship in this large company, I invited her to apply para sama sama na kaming mga friendship, na assigned kami sa 2 different schedule. I had the freedom to join her schedule, pero hindi ko ginawa. Maybe the worst or best decision that I've made. Minsan nalang kasi magkita during those intership, gawa nga nung different schedules so 2 araw lang lahat papasok ng interns sabi ni management. There was one guy na nakakasama niya lagi sa schedule niya. But even Before that nung sabay sabay lahat pumasok ng interns, sabay kami ni girl lumabas nung building pababa, pero one time, nung pauwi na hindi na siya sumabay sakin, kundi dun na sa guy.
I was silent the whole time, sa likod lang nila naglalakad pinagmamasdan sila. Then everytime na may picture taking kaming nsa management, humahanap ako ng paraan para mag tabi kami sa picture, pero yung guy lagi niyang hinahanap. Syempre gotta let out that forced smile.
so as I've said before, maybe the worst or best decision that I've made, worst kase nakahanap na siya ng iba. Best kasi di ko masyado silang nakikita. 4 months internship nun e, edi 4 months ka-ding patay sa selos.
Then graduation came, last day with her. I did enjoy every bits of it. I even gave her gift as my farewell gift. Time to apply for a job na, every time na makakahanap ako ng job, I would think of inviting her to apply as well. But di ko na ginawa, then no contact na kami for almost a few months now. ito lately nalang nagkaroon,
Here's present, nag-chat ulet kami lately, then the conversation eventually lead to infatuations, na delulu na naman ako, hoping for all these times. But I was wrong again. Sabi ko sa sarili ko di nako mag-confess ulit, pero di ko nagawa e, she likes someone else na pala.
Yun lang chika ko for today.
P/S: always shoot your shot peeps para di kayo matulad sakin na umasa ng ganong katagal. If you can't do it because you're scared, then DO IT SCARED.

My love for Sarah Snow
Intro: (Guitar riff)
Verse 1: The first time I saw your face My heart stopped for a moment's grace Those blue eyes, that pretty smile Made this guy go walk for miles
Your hair like fresh fallen snow Makes me never want to go Sarah, baby, you're so fine I'll make you mine, you'll be my valentine
Chorus: Sarah, Sarah, radiant Sarah Snow You set my heart on fire, don't you know? Sarah, Sarah, angel in disguise Just one look in those eyes And I'm hypnotized
Verse 2: You walk in and light up the room My heart beats like a bass drum, boom boom boom Your laugh is sweet melody Girl, you were meant for me
Whether rain or snow or shine Sarah Snow, you'll always be mine Your beauty has no bound or measure Sarah, baby, you're my treasure
Chorus: Sarah, Sarah, radiant Sarah Snow You set my heart on fire, don't you know? Sarah, Sarah, angel in disguise Just one look in those eyes And I'm hypnotized
Bridge: (Screaming guitar solo)
Chorus: Sarah, Sarah, radiant Sarah Snow You set my heart on fire, don't you know? Sarah, Sarah, angel in disguise Just one look in those eyes And I'm hypnotized
Outro: Sarah Snow, oh Sarah Snow For your love, I'd put on a show You're the only girl I'll ever need My Sarah Snow, indeed!
(Ending guitar riff)
Dave I need your help to make this epic so my girlfriend will love it lmk what you can come up with as far as instruments go

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Okay, so, I'm Brazilian, but this definitely isn't a Brazilian TV Show. I'm looking for a live-action comedy series about a very sarcastic guy who isn't from Earth, but lives on Earth with a family of humans, I think he was a villain from space or something like this. It was on Nick several times in the late hours here in Brazil. I vaguely remember him wearing a red outfit (my brain could be tricking me because his personality is a lot like Deadpool), he was super debauched but ended up making friends with the family's son, and every time he wanted to make some plan to blow things up. He didn't show his face (an Ultraman look-alike), I don't know why he was on earth, but he lived in this family's house, I think his name had something to do with man, but I could be wrong 😭😭
I just can't find it, I've looked in several places for a nick grid to see if I could find the name, it was on at 3, 4 a.m. here, and it was always 1 episode a day. It may have been between 2018-2022, I've looked on websites that list nick series, but I don't know if it was original from Nickelodeon or not. Please I'm desperate because I LOVED this series, and I remembered it the other day and it just doesn't seem to exist 😭

From tonight’s postgame:
KAT hitting guy in face shown
Draymond: That’s a flagrant
Kenny: Incidental contact that’s his natural motion
Draymond: I’ve had flagrant fouls for much less
Chuck: That’s because your middle name is Flagrant
Only sports show in the world with genuine banter that doesn’t feel forced.
Also, thoughts on Draymond’s commentator skills? I think it’s definitely a lane whenever he decides to retire

I can't explain the dread I feel right now. I love him so much, I've drifted apart from basically all of my friends and he's the only person left right now that I actually enjoy hanging out with and put effort into seeing. He texts me daily, is so understanding of me and my anxiety issues - he's sat with me for hours upon end, rubbing my back, telling me everything is going to be okay. Granted, a lot of these anxiety causes were over stuff he did, but still. He showers me with compliments, and we get up to so much fun together. I can't recall the last time I had so much fun with someone just lying in their bed, going out for a walk, etc. I love him so much.
But, a more logical side of me is telling me we have to break up. I am extremely torn and it's causing me so much anxiety. There have been several incidents that have deeply hurt me and made me question our compatibility.
About a month or two after he and I became official, he sent me a picture of a girl he used to sleep with, intending for me to recreate it. He claims he “didn’t know” that it was her, frankly I was and continue to be insulted by the fact he thinks I’d believe he saw that picture and didn’t immediately know it was of his female friend and not some random girl he didn’t know, especially since he had cut her face out of the picture. Another thing related to this same girl - followed by an indulgence of my anxiety, I checked her instagram profile and I can see that he's liked a select number of pictures of hers whilst we were dating, all pretty provocative, which also makes me very insecure. What makes this different is that he’s told me they’re no longer friends, not by his choice but by her refusal since she ghosted him after they slept together, which makes it seem like he would be with her if he was given the choice. If I was her, I’d take a like to a picture like that to mean that he was still interested, especially since he told me she ignored his messages after they slept together, it changed the context a bit.
He also throughout our relationship for the first maybe 5 months demonstrated a very intimate knowledge about most of his female friends; I’ve heard him go into details about his female friends’ preferred masturbation techniques and relay that to me as advice, their favorite positions in bed, when I said I enjoyed it when he did something in bed, he could casually mention how “his friend told him she loved it as well”. For clarification, they never slept together, they had just deeply discussed things like this.
By happening to catch some notifications while we were on hisphone, I also was informed of his friend who sent him semi-regular updates about her sex life, describing certain sexual acts they did, how good the guy was, commenting on dicksize, etc. I made it clear I was not OK with this and he agreed that he found it too much. He claims he asked her to stop. But then, it happened again, and he blamed it on her forgetting. What hurt me here was also his lack of reaction when we both saw the text notification, he just noted on it and then continued watching the TikTok we were watching. He didn't seem to care about how it affected me or the breach of our set boundaries. That makes me suspect he either didn’t care or wasn’t surprised because, well, maybe he never set those boundaries in the first place.
When we spoke about it later, he did validate my feelings, but what also took place was him protecting her behavior. It made me feel so undervalued, and unheard. She has had sexual trauma, therefore she must message her friend who is in a relationship about who she had sex with, why, when and how. It was just such a shitty excuse, and I don’t know what’d make me feel worse; him genuinely believing that or him being so willing to lie to me. Regardless, we’ve now come to the decision to cut her off. So that problem should be “dealt with”, but my feelings of betrayal and distrust still linger.
I could never imagine doing these things in a relationship; it would make me feel like I was cheating. This is why I believe we're incompatible. While he may find this behavior acceptable, I don't. can't handle the anxiety and insecurity it causes me. I think I simply have a more conservative view of relationships, intimacy, and sex, and I believe it's essential that my partner shares this perspective.
Another major issue between us is our sex life. While I've enjoyed some aspects, I often feel my sexual needs aren't reciprocated. Despite discussing this before, improvements have been minimal. For instance, when I asked to use a condom for the first time, he put it on but then continued basically dry-humping me until he came. After that, I asked if he wanted to do something else - me still being horny - and he said he was too tired to continue. Next day, when I clarified “something else” meant intercourse, he was upset he missed out, indicating he did have energy but chose not to please me.
Another time, after we started kissing and moved to the couch, he requested I give him a blowjob, which I did, but then after he came he just left me on the couch, feeling used and alone. I feel this happens a lot, he is very focused on his own pleasure but not mine. What makes it worse, when I gathered courage to ask for reciprocation with a vibrator, which is hard for me being that forward, he responded unenthusiastically and then ignored it to first eat then play video games, then claiming he forgot. He later asked me “oh, did you want me to still do that?” maybe two hours later, but I was hurt and felt the way he asked seemed like it was more of an obligation to him than wanting to pleasure his girlfriend.
I've tried to communicate my needs and understand his, even considering factors like potential porn addiction (might be) or lack of attraction. Regardless, our sexual incompatibility persists. I need a partner as interested in my pleasure as I am in theirs.
All these reasons are, like I said, very logical reasons for a breakup, but my dread about it persists. I feel like I would rather take the insecurity and anxiety than feel this way. I’d miss him so much. It doesn’t help that I basically thought I was aromantic and asexual before I met him, I haven’t really been attracted to guys the way I am to him, on an emotional and physical level. I feel like I would never find someone who compares. I am an anxious wreck. Would apprechiate any advice on what you would do in my situation, how I could come to terms with breaking up. ANY insights, and I mean ANY, I would love, I am in dire need.
As a side-note, I was thinking of basically re-formatting this text a bit and sending it to him together with my break-up text, to explain it. He would require to know why, and I'd feel it'd be cathartic. Thoughts on that?
TL;DR: I'm torn about breaking up with my boyfriend, whom I love deeply and share a strong bond with. Despite his support and our fun times together, several incidents have hurt me and made me question our compatibility. He sent me a picture of a girl he used to sleep with, asking me to recreate it, and (IMO) lied about not recognizing it was her. He liked provocative pictures of her on Instagram, making me insecure. He shared intimate details about his female friends' sex lives, which made me uncomfortable. A friend of his sent explicit updates about her sex life, and despite agreeing to set boundaries, it happened again, with him showing little concern for my feelings. These actions have caused anxiety and insecurity, making me feel undervalued and unheard. Our sex life is also problematic; my needs often go unmet, and efforts to communicate haven't led to significant improvements. Despite these issues, the thought of breaking up fills me with dread, as I can't imagine finding someone who makes me feel the way he does. I need advice on how to come to terms with ending the relationship and moving on.

There was this game on newgrounds years ago that randomly popped into my head that I can't for the life of me remember the name.
It was a text based game, where this guy went back in time to convince his younger self to ask out the girl of his dreams. If I remember correctly they guy just wanted to go back to drug her and have his way with her. You could choose what to do and get multiple endings. I remember the first choice was wether or not to pop a pimple on the mc's face.
It had a great story with plot twists and I remeber sitting there reading for hours trying to get all the endings. If anybody remembers the name, I'd appreciate it. I wanted to play it again see if the writing withstood the test of

Hello I am new to reddit and never thought I would be on here to ask a question. I read so many stories on here. But here is my dilemma.
Also this story is a long one I apologize for the long post. if this story seems scattered around, don’t hesitate to ask me questions.
In 2020 I (27f) lost my papa (56m) to a unforeseen disease. I was so depressed and put all my focus into work and taking care of my family, mom not in the picture. I was so affected by him being gone I switched jobs and cities so I could stop feeling sad.
A year passed by and one day I was leaving work when I got a random message from a guy (54m) saying hello and that he knew me. He was friends with my papa and sent his condolences. I of course was on guard asking why and how he knew us. He and my papa worked in the same work field and they would talk about it on different occasions. I then ask how he met me because I would have remembered. He told me my papa gave it to him. Which is true, he always remembered my phone number and never kept a phone due to his hatred for technology.
For future reference, I will call this guy A. So A told me he saw me with my papa a lot and I caught his attention. And I thought he was on drug, there was no way someone was attracted to me. I was and still am a bigger woman. A is one of those guys who prefers them bigger. Always trying to build my confidence up when I had none. We became friends not just plain old friends, the one where it’s a romantic relationship without the label and been inseparable since. Literally texting all day everyday for months on end. Both have tried dating people but it didn’t work, and he was always there.
In the being I didn’t know I was being lied to this whole time. A lied about his age three times over the course of knowing him. In order he told me 29, 26, and 35. I am still finding out more and more lies even recently it’s more. I was so blind to his bs. I tend to interrogate people when I notice things are not right and stories dont add up. Like the fact that he moved three times since knowing him never sent a picture of his face. But would send nsfw pictures and they were cropped. He said he was shy and didn’t like the way he looked. Or the fact that we had a few phone calls but his voice was in a whisper. We even lived 30 minutes away from each other and he always made an excuse to not meeting in person. A was always busy at work and didn’t have time off, not one day. But randomly tell me late after having multiple days of no work conveniently just remembered.
I was still acting like this stuff didn’t affect me. It’s not his age that bothered me, it’s the fact that he is lying about everything. I was so open and told him everything. Even things my family doesn’t and will never know.
Time passes he caught on that I was suspicious of him and put my guard back up. A finally wanted to confess. In 2023, he confessed he was 54, at the time I was 25 turning 26. A then told me earlier this year his name wasn’t real. In my mind I cant trust him. He called me young and childish because he had to come clean.
So can someone tell me what is going on?

I have cEDS and this post is more of a question than anything for other types of EDS. I guess what I'm trying to ask is if you guys have trouble healing from basic injuries as well?
For example .. I fell walking down a flight of steps a few months ago and still have obvious healing occurring on my left arm where it caught the railing, causing most of my injuries.
That said.. I have cEDS... so I don't heal properly in general.. but I haven't really seen this on the regular EDS forum on reddit and most of them seem to have hEDS. Is there a big difference within our subtypes? I suppose I never really did much research beyond that of my own personal subtype and what issues that entails.
Semi-related.. I've been repeatedly told that I'm "just built wrong." I'm wondering if any of you experience inward or outward facing joints where it just looks 'wrong' when you perform even basic activities such as walking or stretching?
Edit: autocorrect error fixed

I 22F don’t have much experience with dating at all but I’ve been talking to a guy 27M from hinge for a while. I mean like 3 months over text. Just recently we were flirting like you need to take me on a date and he said I want to! And then he never actually asked me out. I feel a little insecure about my mild cerebral palsy so I wasn’t tryna rush into a date and I’m usually slower moving. But I think 3 months is pushing it even for me. I mean for him to say I want to take you on a date, we’ll do something soon but not actually ask is a little weird. I really like this guy and I want to meet up with him but I’m more traditional and will wait for him to ask me out on a date. But is he really interested if it’s been 3 months of texting? Is this something I should bring up to him before “blocking him” or ending our chats? We flirt a lot at night and text a good amount during the day but never calls, FaceTime or any idea that he’s gonna ask me on a date… I’m not finding any other men I’m interested in so he’s not “wasting my time” but is it reasonable to think that if he’s taking this long to ask me on a date, how long would it take him to propose🤣. He’s seems like a great guy and is very understanding and albeit sexy as hell to me but I want things to progress. I don’t want to sound like I’m begging him to ask me on a date but if he’s never going to work up the courage why are we texting. Thanks :)

I’ve had a terrible week, found out my lifelong best friend’s brother committed suicide and then had to put my dog down 2 days later. He was only 6 and my whole world, he’s been the only constant in my life for an otherwise traumatic four years, he’s the reason I’m still here today. I sobbed when I found out about my friend’s brother for the whole day, calmed down a bit, then all of yesterday when my dog passed and cried a bunch more on and off today, to the point of my head throbbing, abs hurting and me throwing up, but now I can’t feel anything. At all. It started a few hours ago when I felt the pain and need to cry when throwing out his bed (I wanted to keep it but it was covered in urine and feces due to his daily incontinence at the end) but the tears wouldn’t come out and I just breathed really hard and made faces while clutching it in front of the dumpster. I’m so confused and just want to let out the pain but now but my body can’t feel it and my mind isn’t processing anything. There were even two guys having a loud conversation outside my window and it all sounded like gibberish to me. I can’t even believe I’m typing all of this out without bursting into tears. I’m really confused, I’ve never grieved or felt an amount of pain like this in my life until now and I don’t understand why all of my feelings are just gone and I almost feel guilty

I’ve never really posted on a forum but I just need to know if anyone else relates or has any type of insight/advice here. I will say that I have OCD, am AFAB, pansexual (20s) and I am set to see a trauma psychologist very soon.
I was very adamant with family about being seen as boys from some show but it was on and off. I remember having a crush on them but I can’t understand why I also wanted to be them. When I hit puberty I started pretending to be a guy where I felt safe enough to. I was okay to be a girl sometimes I feel like despite being unhappy with insecurities, but I had this inexplicable confidence when I was presenting myself as a guy. I am prone to both maladaptive daydreaming and dissociation, and I’ve been doing it all my life.
I had an upbringing that was extremely toxic so there’s no telling what has been pushed onto me. I have felt like a lot of the years of imagining myself as a male I both wanted to be and to be with was me trying to nurture some father wound, because I would imagine myself as a male nurturing the female version of myself, I just hardly knew her. I’ve rarely dissociated as a woman, but there are countless times where I’ll compare myself to women to see if I’m desirable in stereotypical ways.
I dated girls when I was younger and presented as a male, but part of me felt like I was so obsessed with being this cool, attractive guy that I put up a front. I felt I had to be tough and a certain way, so when I got so tired of being that, my feelings of masculinity would crumble and there was that vulnerable girl.
I chose to go by they/them, telling myself that I only wanted to be masculine presenting because I didn’t feel attractive as a woman. But somehow this desire keeps coming back. I see I have some gender dysphoria, but I keep feeling like I’m just faking everything and putting on a mask to feel better about myself.
I see my chest when I look masculine in the face and hair and I just kind of sigh but I’m not in distress. I think I would like to feel/do many things as a man, but I’m scared I’m mistaking this for something else underneath. If I could’ve been born a man I would be glad because then I’d have it all already and I guess maybe I’d be content, I don’t know. I know I feel disappointment and sadness with the idea that I possibly don’t really want to be one.
TLDR; I keep getting confused on whether me dissociating as a male character through my life is only because I find them attractive or I truly want to be male/masculine presenting. I feel different because it doesn’t always feel like my natural self, I just think I wish it was but I sometimes feel like I’m forcing.

I’m sure this is a regular topic but I’m a first type poster who has to get it out. Love to have a discussion if anyone feels up for it!
I see the usual “as a kid I hated Sam but as an adult I sympathize with her” and that’s mostly how I am. I have so many conflicting emotions every episode and it’s almost unbearable as I get closer and closer to the infamous note.
I know Sam doesn’t do herself any favors with the shitty attitude, superiority complex, and self isolation, but I couldn’t imagine living in a house with seven people lying to your face daily. Being verbally abused by your boyfriend who flips so fast that you get whiplash. Feeling crazy because you’re suspicious but you have no proof and even your roommates won’t open up.
When she receives the note, Sam realizes that everyone around her has been lying for weeks. The guys and even the girls, her friends, have seen her at her absolute lowest and don’t have the decency to spare her from the spiraling we witness. It’s not about “oh the boys are boys and the girls owe her more” and blah blah, it’s about basic respect. She told them she needed a friend. Even at the risk of exploding the house, someone should have sat the girl down and laid out the truth. Even if they knew she’d run right back, she’d know the truth and the rest is on her plate. The only person she has left is an abusive cheater, but he’s also her only friend with whom she shares such an intimate bond.
Anyway, I’m glad that Samantha was eventually able to free herself from Ron and find peace and a healthy relationship. Not that she was innocent and not in charge of her own life, but I respect how hard that shit can be at such a young age. Seeing him call her a c*** and a b**** comfortably and even push Nicole, I couldn’t imagine what she dealt with for the sake of love without the cameras around. When those DV charges were against him I knew.

Matt, Lamia, Kyle, Kali, and Gary were all there, holding their weapons. I noticed they were all bloody, dirty, and utterly covered in the guts and blood of god knows what.
“Fucking idiots,” I groaned, when I saw who we were fighting with. “Did you check to see who you were shooting at before opening fire?”
“Well…” Kyle shrugged. “You guys didn’t announce yourselves as friendlies. Might as well have worn a shirt that said, 'shooting range!'”
“How the hell do we get out of this cave system?” I asked. “We must be miles under the surface by now.”
Lamia stepped forward, wiping blood from her face. "I've been tracking our movements using the tunnel layouts," she said, pointing to a rough map drawn on her arm. "If we head down this path here, it should lead us to a central chamber with an exit."
Gary nodded in agreement. "I can hear water flowing in that direction. There's got to be an opening towards the surface."
“Are you stupid?” I asked Lamia. “Sorry to be rude, but we’re so deep at this point the core of the earth will fucking erupt before we reach the surface.”
Marlow chuckled. “You got that right, kid. But don't worry, we'll find a way out.”
I sighed and looked at the others. “Alright, let's follow Lamia's plan. We have no better options right now.”
As we started to move down the path, I noticed the air becoming thinner, and the temperature dropping rapidly. We were getting closer to the heart of the cave system.
“You saw what was back there, right?” I asked Lamia. “The graveyard?”
“Yeah,” she said. “I know what that means. Almost every known and unknown faction of the supernatural has come down here at some point to go to war, and lost to whatever commanded these tunnels. That INCLUDES K’lah Tegothlku’s factions. Maybe they ruled the oceans with him, but they could never touch what was down here. But we have all the heavy hitters from DOSACD down here except a few, if there’s anyone who can kill whatever’s down here, we can."
I shrugged. "We haven’t even made direct contact with a single entity yet. Also, Azazel’s still lost somewhere down here, and as far as I know, she's the only one who's ALMOST managed to find a way out of here before. We should probably focus on finding her first."
“The human with the highest recorded IQ in history?” Matt turned to me. “No shit, kid. She’ll find us if the time comes.”
The deeper into the system we went, despite our group of literal super-soldiers, I felt like something was watching us at all times, and the primal dread in my gut only grew stronger. The air was now almost unbearable to breathe, and the temperature had dropped to a point where our breaths were visible in the torchlight.
"We're getting closer, dawg." Blame remarked, wiping his brow. "It’s like these motherfuckers are scoping us out.”
I nodded in agreement. "We should be more cautious. Post someone up ahead to keep an eye out."
Blame, ever the suspicious and brave one, volunteered. "Alright, I'll go check the next bend," he said, walking ahead slowly, his weapon at the ready.
“What the fuck?!”
I heard Blame yell, as we ran to catch up.
We turned the corner and saw Blame staring at an enormous chamber that seemed to stretch on for miles. A massive river of tar-black liquid flowed through the center, and on either side, towering walls were covered in ancient runes and symbols. The air was thick with the stench of sulfur and burning rock.
“There’s something coming,” I said.
In the deep, dark pitch black river of tar-black liquid, a massive shape was slowly emerging. Tendrils, appendages fitted with hundreds of feelers like a starfish mixed with a centipede. Its body looked like it was coming from a crevice in the wall, long and slender, halfway submerged in the river and halfway out, like some kind of monstrous serpent or sea creature.
Before I could even blink, Kali, Matt, and Kyle jumped on it, and the entire tunnel exploded into chaos.

Hey Reddit fam, gather 'round for a tale of triumph in the realm of DIY Testosterone Replacement Therapy (TRT). Today, I'm spilling the beans on my journey, complete with the ups, downs, and a trustworthy source that's been a game-changer. Let's dive in.
The Cost Conundrum: Like many of you, I faced the daunting reality of pricey clinic visits and prescriptions for TRT. But with determination and a sprinkle of resourcefulness, I ventured into the world of DIY TRT. It wasn't easy, but boy, was it worth it.
The Trial and Error Dance: Ah, the wild west of underground sources. Let me tell you, finding a reliable supplier was like searching for a needle in a haystack. It took a fair share of trial and error—cue sketchy vials and questionable substances—before striking gold with a source I could trust.
Educate and Empower: Before diving headfirst into DIY TRT, arm yourself with knowledge. Learn the ins and outs of testosterone, understand the risks, and familiarize yourself with safe administration practices. Trust me, a little education goes a long way.
Lab Work and Baselines: Safety first, folks. Before embarking on your DIY TRT journey, get baseline blood work done to assess your hormone levels and overall health. Whether through your doc or online lab services, this step is non-negotiable.
Enter the Trusty Source: After much trial and tribulation, I stumbled upon a source that's been a game-changer. Reliable, affordable, and discreet—everything you could ask for in a DIY TRT supplier. But remember, trust is earned, not given. Do your due diligence.
Community Vibes: One of the biggest perks of the DIY route? The sense of community. From Reddit to specialized forums, there's a wealth of knowledge and support at your fingertips. Lean on your fellow TRT enthusiasts for guidance and camaraderie.
Safety First, Always: DIY TRT isn't without its risks, and safety should always be your top priority. Regular monitoring of hormone levels, responsible dosing, and listening to your body are non-negotiables. Don't cut corners when it comes to your health.
Final Thoughts: DIY TRT isn't for the faint of heart, but for those willing to do their homework and tread carefully, it can be a game-changer. With the right knowledge, a trustworthy source, and a supportive community, you can navigate this journey with confidence.
So, there you have it—my journey through the DIY TRT maze, complete with a trusty source and hard-earned wisdom. If you're considering taking the plunge or have your own experiences to share, drop a comment below. Let's keep the conversation going!
Stay informed, stay safe, and here's to reclaiming vitality on your own terms.
Cheers, Gainzville_11

I felt like this round of new bath bombs were different. The smells cheaper and it seemed like the bombs weren’t as thick. Many of them were gone within seconds. The one I did feel had to artisan qualities was the Woodstock one but I wasn’t keen on the smell. The Brother Moon smelled so cheap. It smelled like the bought blueberry scents of Temu. For the price I’m a bit disappointed. Maybe I’ll like some of the summer ones. Still in love with their face care, lotions etc…

My girlfriend (18) and I (18) both started dating back in March. We went on dates together, had our first love experiences together, went on walks, snuck out to get fast food, and did almost everything you see two teenagers in love do in the movies.
We initially started talking when we found out we both grew up in the same neighborhood in Canada before moving to the US. (we live in the DMV area now). I’m afraid to devote my feelings for this girl.
She’s going to a state school in Maryland and I’m going to a top ranked liberal arts in Virginia. So we are just 2 hours away. However, I’m her first boyfriend and we’ve yet to meet each other’s parents.
I only have 1 month left with her before she leaves for vacation for 3 weeks and then it’s goodbye we’re off to college. I’m afraid. I initially didn’t want to get into a relationship because i knew the feelings it would come with and having to face the reality that she’s leaving but i fell for her. She wants to do long distance but I’ve tried to be reasonable with her by telling her there’s a low risk of success since we haven’t had the chance to solidly our relationship. What if she meets someone in organic chemistry 101 who has everything she’s looking for? What if she becomes deprived and fulfills her love language of physical touch in another guy? I’m not being insecure I’m being fully aware of the possibilities a female college freshman faces especially at a top 20 public school. Fomo is real.
What do you guys suggest? Do i live in the moment and have the best month of my life with this girl and say goodbye or do i stay with her with the possibility of finishing my freshman year in college blindsided and heartbroken?

Incident: *A woman literally murders someone in broad daylight*
A normal Muslim: "Hey guys, look here, she just murdered this innocent person,. We should call the police!"
A random simp #1: "Focus on your aqeedah broooooooo!!!!"
Random simp #2: "Why are you assoooming the worst of her??"
A closet Feminist #1: "Stop publicizing her sin by bringing attention to it!!"
Closet Feminist #2: "But whattabout all of the men who murder!!!! Why don't you speak about them!!!"
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I swear, the female worship in some of you would make one think you belonged to one of those Pagan "Goddess" worship cults if it weren't for the fact that you claim to be Muslim.
Just a friendly reminder: being a woman doesn't make you infallible. Only Allah is infallible.
Being a woman doesn't mean your pee is made of honey and your poop made out of ice cream.
No, your poop and pee stinks just like that of men, AND you get periods which also stink.
Being a woman doesn't mean you will get a free-ticket to Jannah.
In fact, women will be the majority in Jahannam and we all know why from the authentic ahadith.
And we all know women will be the majority of the followers of Dajjal, again from the Hadith.
There is no basis for simping within Islam (simping = suspending all Islamic rulings and judgements when it comes to women).
But if i were to take the words of some of you people at face value, i'd think you belong to some Pagan religion where women are considered "God-like" beings who are "free" from all mistakes.
That's far from what Islam teaches us about female infallibility and why men have been placed as authorities over them in Islam.

Creakkk! I looked up and saw my daughter descending the stairs, her face dropped when she realized how loud the floor boards were below her feet. She’s holding up her shirt up using it to hold all her most valuable goods. I hear a door up stairs slam shut. She runs down the stairs clearly terrified of the man upstairs, she doesn’t care how loud her feet are anymore.
We hide inside a closet and make sure we have everything we need, phones, expensive jewelry, the extremely valuable pure breed dog my daughter is obsessed with, and most importantly the car keys.
From outside the door I hear the man trudging around aggressively, I peak out the keyhole and see what he’s holding, a large shotgun ready and loaded. I hold my daughter’s head to my chest, oh what would I do if this crazy man hurt my daughter. She’s only six, she doesn’t deserve this. It’s my fault she is in this position but I try to convince myself it isn’t.
I hear the man round the corner and we make a break for it, straight out the back door around the side of the house and to the car. We get in and start it up, zooming away in the brand new Mercedes. I am so glad to get away from the scary man. Just as I think we are free of him and start deciding where we should go from here. I hear the sound… the loud alarms trailing around the corner of a nearby street. I try to turn the car around and find a new escape route but it’s too late… red and blue lights surround my vision. How is it that I got caught? What will they do with my daughter? It’s not fair that he can own things like this car and she hasn’t eaten all day. How am I the one breaking the law?

Creakkk! I looked up and saw my daughter descending the stairs, her face dropped when she realized how loud the floor boards were below her feet. She’s holding up her shirt up using it to hold all her most valuable goods. I hear a door up stairs slam shut. She runs down the stairs clearly terrified of the man upstairs, she doesn’t care how loud her feet are anymore.
We hide inside a closet and make sure we have everything we need, phones, expensive jewelry, the extremely valuable pure breed dog my daughter is obsessed with, and most importantly the car keys.
From outside the door I hear the man trudging around aggressively, I peak out the keyhole and see what he’s holding, a large shotgun ready and loaded. I hold my daughter’s head to my chest, oh what would I do if this crazy man hurt my daughter. She’s only six, she doesn’t deserve this. It’s my fault she is in this position but I try to convince myself it isn’t.
I hear the man round the corner and we make a break for it, straight out the back door around the side of the house and to the car. We get in and start it up, zooming away in the brand new Mercedes. I am so glad to get away from the scary man. Just as I think we are free of him and start deciding where we should go from here. I hear the sound… the loud alarms trailing around the corner of a nearby street. I try to turn the car around and find a new escape route but it’s too late… red and blue lights surround my vision. How is it that I got caught? What will they do with my daughter? It’s not fair that he can own things like this car and she hasn’t eaten all day. How am I the one breaking the law?