My boyfriend and I have been together for a year and a half now. Maybe 3-4 months into our relationship, I found him texting multiple Transgenders. No offense at all to the community. He was sending videos of him using toys to these women. I discussed with a long term friend of mine, and she told me I just need to leave him. But I didn’t, I first wanted to approach him but I didn’t know how. It was in the middle of the night when I went through his phone and he still was sleep. It may seem odd to do so but one month in, we were so close as if we were together for 5 years. I just had to urge to go through it. It’s like something was telling me to. But I woke him up. My first question was “are you not into woman”. He looked at me with confusion. Embarrassment. He replied saying he didn’t know what I was talking about. But ofc I was struggling to ask him. I wasn’t judgemental, mean, or talking at him. Just having a conversation. He then seen his phone in my hand and knew exactly what I was talking about. He got up and started circling as if I found out his biggest secret. He didn’t have anything to say for a while. Neither did I. He then started crying. He said he wasn’t sure of his sexuality. And ranted about other things that contributed to this confused feeling. He reassured me saying her still was attracted to me and still wanted to be with me. And being an empath, I held him and told him it was okay. We still cuddled that night. And it wasn’t talked about again…
In March I went on a trip. A couple months later I had another urge to go through his phone. Couldn’t find anything. Something told me to look up his exes name. And there, it popped up… This trip was out the country and in area I was not use to. I cried the first day. I was with others but I felt alone. I wanted to call him once I got back to my hostel. He told me he was planning to hang with a friend. I needed him that night. I was thousands of miles away and felt scared… once I clicked her name in the messages, I found out he met with her that night instead of his actual friend. I confronted him immediately. Ofc he is confused. But he knew what I was talking about once he seen his phone in my hand. I just straight up asked him did he sleep with her. He stubbornly nodded yes. I had nothing to say. I couldn’t even cry. With his convincing words, we made up again…
Our trust is depleted so now I go through his phone every once in a while. But it’s not like I do it randomly. It’s like this stomach feeling to do so. Even in the beginning of our relationship I caught him texting mutilple girls. Now I it’s mostly him texting transgenders and on Grindr, and an app I never knew of called Jackd. And a few girls. He tries so hard to hide it but my lurking skills are CIA level. When I tell you every time I go through his phone I find something. I really mean it.
I’m not sure what to do. Our families have bonded and blended so well and mine definitely loves him. I love him but I don’t know if he’s really into me. But the way he does treat me when we are on “good terms” is wonderful. He’s so gentle and takes care of me. We always have a great time. I’m myself around him and opened up about many things We have taken family trips together. My grandparents claim as his grandson. I basically live with him and his parents now…I feel I won’t find something like this again.
Please tell me what I should do. Regardless of who he is texting, it’s not me. But still, I thought I was in a “Straight” relationship, (I don’t know how to say what I mean, forgive me) so this is new for me. And I’m still hurting from the fact that he physically gave him self to someone else while he was with me. On a day I needed him most.

hello ive been struggling and have some questions.
summary of what’s happening: I have been trying to date but everytime in talking stage, i loose feeling so fast, i start to loose them as we get closer or do more stuff, and i liked them sm much and out of nowhere gone. when i open up i feel fine but shortly later i just loose feelings.
Why i think i have it: when i was four my parents divorced witch took a tole on me they fight all the time even now when they aren’t a married text messages calls and more, my dad got married again to my step mom who is horrible she treated me horribly every since was young to now yelled at me when my dad was not around lied to my dad about how i was doing bad stuff to where my dad would get mad at me, they would also fight all the time, then there is my mom side my mom got a bf later and i’ve known him for years half my life almost he is very nice but my mom and him do right sometimes however im now 17 and they are breaking up and fighting every night making it worse,
questions do i have fearfull avoidant? should i stay with the girl im talking to after i loose feeling to see if its fearfull avoidant? how do i get over this? if i do loose feelings will they come back if its from fearfull avoidant? and how do i get them back? i want to date but my mind screws me over all the time, sorry for long message really just need advice

Hello, I have connected phone for 2-Step Verification but it doesn't send me text message, it just sits on the screen, even after hitting "resend" no text message is received.
Yesterday I triggered the "spam" for it and actually gave me "too many failed attempts, try in few hours" Now when I try to log, I don't see "too many failed attempts" but still it doesn't send me message. It's like my phone number, triggers some "spam" code attached to google, and thinks my phone isn't genuine or some, i used this phone number for 2SV numerous times in the past, I have it connected to like 3 separate emails, it's concerning. I initiated recovery for the email I can't log into but I will have to wait 5 days, will the recovery link work or I will be thrown in another loophole asking for 2SV and not actually sending me the code for it?

My 3 year old Aussie was diagnosed with pancreatitis in March after a few days of diarrhea. No vomitting or anything. We have two older dogs (13 and 8) and they all eat the same food/same quantities but only she got sick. She was acting fine minus the diarrhea but then one morning was refusing food/water and was lethargic which prompted the vet visit. We were sent home with meds and new G/I food and she has been ok since (knock on wood). The only difference is that she was eating a “topper” that was somewhat higher in fat. The other two dogs did not get the topper as they don’t like it.
I went to a new vet this time for her annual exam and he said he believes she may have been misdiagnosed and that the snap test (?) used to diagnose her can be very inaccurate. I can’t attach her bloodwork or notes from that initial vet visit but is anyone able to take a look if I message them and let me know your thoughts on the diagnosis?

At 11:18pm I 18 F received a call from my friends also 18 F contact. I picked up and said hello. The thing that replied was either the lord himself or a gay man who smokes 50 packs a day. No hate to you lord, love u. But it said “i heard someone had a birthday coming up soon” and when i tell you my heart dropped to my bumhole and sent me into cardiac arrest. that was NOT my friend and i lowkey dont want to know what got its hands on our contacts. But. my finger flew to that hang up button and i sat there for a good 15 mins sweating bullets hoping I make it to 19 im too young yo die bro. I text my friend saying. me- “ NOPE NOPE NOPE NOPE NOPE i wanna live to see my 16th im too young for this what do you want from me” her- “y u call me ARE TOU OKAY OMG RU SAFE??“
She says she was asleep when her contact called me, and also had no idea what was going on. I thought she was trolling me until she told me she saw a missed call from MY contact at 11:17 pm. Meaning whatever used her number to call me, also used my number to call her BEFORE calling me. Only difference is I picked up. my phone app says “incoming call 11:18pm her says “missed call 11:17pm”
We are currently on a facetime call and she is reading the bible as I am trying to convince my mom to let me put a salt cross somewhere in the house. Yes we have both considered christening ourselves and drinking only holy water for the next week. Our only ideas are 1-God himself is calling to warn us about the rapture 2-Sat*n tryna say sum??😭😭😭(NONONONO PLEASE NONONON) 3-One of our male friends (either the narcissistic addict friend or the extreme catholic friend) is prank calling us because our birthdays are soon (mine is in 15 days hers is in two months) 4-A alternate universe phone line somehow contacted the wrong galaxy and called us to wish us happy birthday or something or the other.
My friend says she may know something related to it but doesn’t want to say it right now bc of superstition and i dont blame her bc im tryna make it through the tonight. Shes going to tell me after school tomorrow. The only other thing for now she told me was that the guy friend she always calls started speaking in some aggressive asian sounding language with his mom randomly as she was on call with him. he then hung up. my friend asked why he hung up, but he said he never hung up, only fell asleep. Thats all for now. I’ll update in the morning if anything else happens. Has anything similar happened to anyone else? Or anyone know what do to. Prayers? Preists? Popes? Pastors? Physics? Mediums? Satanists? Christians? Catholics? Pranksters? Phone line people? Normal people? Niggas? Please bro (im black) Thanks.

My name is Audrey 26 (soon to be 27) M from Mexico. Nerdy latino with medium curly hair whose first language isn't english, but I'm fairly confident in my english skills. I'm looking for something long term and probably a long distance relationship.
Introvert who also works at home and is bad at flirting so I'm trying my luck here.
Indoors type of person. My interests include:
-Books. Almost any kind and my favorite book is Tokio Blues. -Videogames. I love RPGs, survival, crafting, open world, farming, strategy, shooters, coops and almost anything I can get my hands on (FF XIV too and would love to have someone to play with). -Boardgames and tabletop roleplaying (D&D). -Music. If you recommend anything to me I will listen to it and most likely enjoy it a lot. Very versatile in that regard. -Movies and series. Mostly a movie guy who loves romantic comedy and horror. -I like taking walks and chill plans outside of home. -Random hobbies and interests: dancing (anything but mostly salsa and cumbia), cats, anime and manga, history, culture, getting my hair braided, cooking, long drives (not too long though) and small trips.
What I'm looking for:
A cute and sweet relationship. Good night and good morning messages. Talking constantly through the day and sharing our lives and hardships. Being a shoulder to lean on but also the other way around. I have no preferences for looks, I want someone who is genuinely interested in knowing each other.
Tell me a little bit about you!

I (19M) met my best friend (19F) about 4 years ago during the end of my Freshman Year in High School. In that time, she was dating someone and I was dating someone and eventually, both of our relationships went to crap because of very immature reasons that were common with kids our age. I was afraid to be alone after my break up so I ended up getting closer to her and it got to the point where we began to talk every single day, and that streak hasn’t ended since. I had a feeling about her even during that time but went on to enter a situation-ship that turned into an actual relationship for about a month until that too ended unceremoniously. She was there for all of it and even gave me the confidence to end the relationship with my ex after my ex said that I “wasn’t a priority,” something I’ll never forget. That line hurt like hell after putting so much energy into caring for her.
My second ex, the situation-ship one, would joke around with my feelings afterward and try to talk to me months after our breakup. For context, I told her never to speak to me again after she claimed she loved me then went on to date another guy as reported by my best friend. So this behavior was very detrimental to my mental health and made things a lot worse for me. My best friend however, protected and defended me from her actions. My ex let it slip that she was afraid for my bff to find out we were talking because she had scolded her before.
Eventually, that ended and up until this point, my bff was someone who was scarily similar to me and sorta brought me out of my shell. I changed a lot of my “loner” ways for her and would walk to class with her, not even speaking sometimes, just enjoying her presence. We’d have these little moments between each other and got mistaken for a couple a few times too. She had an affinity towards me but it was nothing romantic.
Fast forward to last year and I’m starting to take notice of some strange feelings for her and through subtle prodding, it was still clear she wasn’t into me in that way. There’d be little clues of something brewing within her heart but not enough to act.
Now this is where it gets interesting. 2024 has probably been our best year yet and the crazy part is that we haven’t seen each other in-person since our mutual friend’s graduation party which was last year. We have plans to travel across the world, live in some apartment together, own a dog together, dress up for halloween as Agnes and Kristofferson from Fantastic Mr. Fox, and a bunch more like me cooking for her and us doing each other’s hair. We text and talk to each other like we’ve been married for 20 years. She’ll tell me when something’s wrong and never takes out her frustration on me, called me when she was having cramps and stuff, will occasionally take some photos of herself for me.
The photos of her is where I find myself realizing how deep I’ve fallen because this woman is just gorgeous. I legitimately can’t see myself with anybody else but her. Her smile, her hair, her cute glasses, and her entire body is simply STUNNING. Don’t even get me started on personality because that’s what has me so starstruck. I was looking at her photos tonight and man, I wonder how I lived without her for 15 years…
I never run out of things to talk about with her and unlike the past few years, all of her plans seem to include me in them. Driving together, napping together, just being around each other always. I mentioned her being my partner a few times and she gladly accepted that title. I EVEN KNOW WHAT WEDDING RING SHE WANTS. It’s not the look that matters but the engraving, which is the timestamp for Harry’s love confession to Sally in “When Harry Met Sally.”
My relationship/friendship with her is completely unlike the ones where I was actively dating them, I am so completely invested in her life and what’s she doing and what she likes. It’s borderline obsession with loving every aspect of her and the world she sees. My friends are always talking about flirting with girls and all that but as long as my best friend exists, I feel as though I’m taken.
And I know some people would question why I haven’t confessed and that’s because I’m waiting until I can see her face-to-face and know for sure if she loves me back in that way. We say I love you quite a bit but with everything going on between us, I have a feeling that I’ll get my true answer by getting to look into her eyes again. Part of me thinks I’m dreaming all this up and that she truly does see us as just friends but there’s too many coincidences for me to ignore it. We’re too close, I believe. Too close for either of us to enter a relationship with someone else, at least.
Let me know what you guys think.

Issue 1.) I can't seem to find where to turn off predictive text which throws down my e.mail address (amount other things, but that's the worst) if I type in the word. Anyone able to point me in the right direction?
Issue 2.) This actually came about an update or two prior, but now it's driving me crazy. At midnight, or thereabouts, my phone will take over controlling Spotify. I've looked at all my Google Home/Assistant routines, nada; Samsung Bixby is disabled. DND is straight up no sounds except calls/messages from starred contacts.
May or may not be related, but when I crate the puppy, the playlist I often use is already playing on the Google Home device by her crate. Within the past month, around midnight, my volume controls take over controlling the Google Home device. There is nothing showing up in the phone's background, I've not had success with separating media device sounds; the only thing that seems to work is restarting my phone which is a pain.
Any thoughts?
Tyia!

Who says you need a big budget to kickstart your clothing brand? I'm here to share my journey of growing my line using just my smartphone and a lot of creativity.
Starting out, I focused heavily on social media because let's face it, it's free and it's where everyone hangs out. My approach was simple: be consistent and genuine. It’s all about showing up every day. I use a mix of content types to keep it fresh—design sketches in the morning, cutting fabric in the afternoon, and customer shoutouts when they tag us. It’s like giving a daily diary entry of the brand’s life, which really pulls people into our world.
For creating slick graphics and designs, I've been using Figma. For example, I’ll take a plain photo of a new shirt and overlay it with text about the material or the inspiration behind the design, all done in Figma. It’s free and web-based, so I can jump on from anywhere and get to designing. To add a bit of polish to my Instagram stories and keep my content engaging, I occasionally used Boost App Social. It's pretty handy for quickly throwing in stylish fonts and stickers right from your phone’s keyboard, which is great for jazzing up a post without spending too much time.
Here’s where the geeky side kicks in—I use Google Analytics to see which posts my audience digs the most. I look at things like session duration and bounce rate on the links I post. If a certain type of post is keeping people engaged longer, I’ll brainstorm ways to replicate that success in future content.
I don’t just post and ghost. I’m all over the comments like a host at a party. If someone takes the time to comment, I hit them back with a personal reply. Started doing weekly Q&A sessions right in the comments section too, which turns those one-off interactions into real conversations.
Customer Features. This is gold! Whenever a customer tags us in their pics, I not only share it on our story but also feature it on our main feed with their permission. It’s a win-win: they get a moment in the spotlight, and we show potential customers how our clothes look and feel in real life, not just styled for a shoot.
That’s pretty much how I’m hustling to grow the brand. Each strategy is about making the most of every opportunity to connect and stand out, even when the budget is tight.
Got any tricks up your sleeve for boosting engagement or cutting costs?

Yesterday was my birthday, and I couldn't stop crying. I don't ever remember crying because I was sad on my birthday. I feel so ignored, discarded, unloved, and mistreated by my WH.
We're living separately, so he texted me good morning and a very generic happy birthday message. Invited me out to lunch, but there was some confusion about where to meet, so when I showed up at his job (because that's where I understood I should meet him), his immediate reaction was "what are you doing here?". Not a hug. Not a kiss (in over a month). Not a "Hi! How are you? Nice to see you". Nothing.
He kept asking me about my plans for today, so I invited him to dinner with my family - this was the first time he saw my family since DD#1 three months ago. Didn't even sit next to me despite being offered to and just gave me awkward side hugs, and the most generic and impersonal birthday card a WH who has asked for reconciliation could come up with.
I texted him to ask of he had any romantic love left in his heart for me or if he was just trying to force it (for context he has been extremely cold and mean with me since we officially agreed to a reconciliation, and now blames me for losing his "friendship" to AP). He gave me a long winded response of nothing at all, while in the process making me feel like I'm being unreasonable for asking that.
I feel disgusted at myself for begging for the bare minimum. I'm tired of being rejected and then yelled at when my strength shakes a bit. I'm so so so hurt. Triggers are starting to come up and they're not pretty.
I feel so unsupported and misunderstood by him.
I'm so angry at the thought that he spent part of our 10 year anniversary weekend with her for her birthday, but all I get is jack squat, and the lingring feeling of being an afterthought in his life and sometimes a nuisance.
I want this to work, but I'm tired of being in a one-sided relationship.

Wonder Women

Issue Fifty
Written by u/VoidKiller826
Edited by u/Predaplant
Arc: Revelations
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Greetings, people of Gateway City. This is your new peacekeeper speaking. You might know me as the White Magician, a rather crude name, but I will accept it considering Man’s World's lack of creativity. However, you may also call me Circe, and I am here with an important message that your news station will deliver for all to hear.
SCYTHE is no more: their HQ is under my and the Red Centipedes’ command. The Commander and his soldiers are dead and buried, as you all wished to happen. I was more than happy to oblige you if it meant depriving your stupid President of her next chance for reelection. Any survivors of the prison break are being hunted down by the people they locked in cages, who are more than happy to round them up as they once had been themselves.
But none of that’s important, for this recording is only to be heard by one person: Olympos, Wonder Girl, or whatever the fuck new title name you want to be called. This message is for you: You are to surrender yourself to me here in SCYTHE HQ in the next five hours, and in turn, I will not destroy this piss-end of a city. If you fail, I promise you, I will make Coast City look like a picnic by the time I finish with Gateway.
That cow you call Wonder Woman is dead, and I will make sure everyone else will follow her if you don’t comply with my request.
Your mentor learned a valuable lesson when she tested my patience.
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Spears Apartment - Gateway City:
[...President Cale has announced the complete closure of all access to Gateway City following the prison break that occurred in SCYTHE’s holding facility hours ago,] said Cassandra Arnold from GateNews, the city’s main news station. [We still have an unconfirmed number of escapees following the message sent by the White Magician, but the President has assured GateNews a solution will be found.]
Vanessa Kapatelis watched the TV in dismay. Pacing back and forth in the Spears duplex apartment, she had the TV on to pass the time while Ares worked on helping Helena and Cassandra upstairs.
“Here,” Vanessa turned away from the TV to see Tanya Spears handing her a bottle of water. “Something for you to drink.”
“Thank you,” Vanessa accepted the bottle. “I would prefer a beer, but this will make do.”
“My mom has her wine collection in a locked cabinet,” Tanya noted, pointing at the kitchen. “She doesn’t know that I know that, but I can get you a bottle?”
Vanessa chuckled. “Thanks, but I don’t want a girl your age to be walking around with alcohol or to get you in trouble with your mom.” She twisted the bottle cap and slowly drank. “I needed that… it feels like I’ve been dry for months.”
“It’s actually been 3 hours,” Tanya said, sitting on the sofa and opening her tablet to look over the internet. “I hope what she said wasn’t true… about Wonder Woman not being around…”
Taking a seat by her side, Vanessa saw that Tanya was reading through the report on what happened to SCYTHE. The escaped convicts had taken control of the SCYTHE headquarters and equipment after killing many of the agents that had stood in their way.
Seeing the photo of SCYTHE HQ burning angered her. That place should represent the absolute shield of Gateway. Now, it had come under the control of the convicts that they were supposed to stop because of Aeeta Branwen. A name that had made her happy now belonged to a stranger who had lied to her all this time.
Memories of their most intimate moments came flooding back: their first conversation, their first date, their kiss, and the morning after their date in her apartment. It was a moment when she thought she could finally stop grieving and move on from what happened to Coast City. And now, that had been disintegrated into oblivion.
In anger, she crushed the bottle with her hand, spraying water all over the table and the floor.
“Shit!” Vanessa stood up, finally realizing her mistake. “I am sorry!”
“Oh, it's fine!” Tanya ran to the kitchen to grab some paper towels. “It’s just water.”
“I know it’s just…” Taking the paper towel, the two began wiping the floor and the table. “I have a lot on my mind.”
“I’ll bet with everything that happened,” said Tanya, giving Vanessa a supportive smile. “Your friends are getting hurt, and you can’t do anything but watch. It would piss anyone off. I know it did with me when the RedCent guys invaded EE Tower.”
“Yeah…” Vanessa sat back on the sofa. “But this… I not only possibly lost many friends, but I was betrayed by someone I loved, someone who I thought was the one for me…” she said, distraught, as tears ran down her face.
Tanya, without saying anything more, hugged Vanessa closely. Despite them knowing each other for only a few hours, Tanya knew that Vanessa was in pain. Watching her loved ones being hurt by someone that she trusted must have been a hard truth to accept.
The doors upstairs opening and closing caught the two’s attention. Looking up, they saw Somya Spears descending, looking exhausted, like she had gone ten rounds in the ring. As she reached the ground floor, Tanya ran up to her mother, hugged her close, and guided her to the nearest chair to rest.
“Is everything alright, mom?” Tanya asked, worried.
“Yeah… just felt that I might take that long overdue vacation…” Somya answered, leaning against the soft chair with a tired sigh. “Maybe we’ll go to Paris like you wanted, Tanya…”
More steps followed, and Ares, or Mars as he insisted to be called, followed Somya, pulling his folded-up sleeves back. Unlike Somya, he didn’t seem any different from when he went upstairs to help the Sandsmarks, but the few strands of hair on his face told a different story.
“How are they?” Vanessa asked, walking up to the former God of War. “Are they ok?”
Ares turned to Vanessa. “The girl has a lot of heart, far too stubborn to let a beating keep her down.” He said with praise, impressed with the former Wonder Girl’s willpower. “Her Sumerian blood will help her heal in only a few days, but it won’t help her mental wounds after I told her the news about her mother.”
Vanessa had a lot of questions about what he had said, especially the word Sumerian; perhaps Cassie was not simply half-Olympian. However, she focused on the most important detail in his explanation. “What happened with Helena?” She asked in a worried tone. “Is she-”
“She is alive,” Ares said, but his expression shifted, frowning, making her nervous. “Physically, she will recover, she has only a few cuts and bruises. Even a human like her can heal those.”
“But?”
“But it's the spell Circe struck her with. It is unlike anything I’ve seen because it is of her creation,” Ares explained, and Vanessa ground her teeth together when she heard the name belonging to the stranger who hurt her and her loved ones. “Whatever she used, it is affecting her very soul, slowly killing her.”
“Like a virus?” Vanessa asked, and Ares nodded. “Magic can do that?”
“It does,” Ares answered. “Magic can create a nuclear bomb if the user has the patience for it. And Circe is a master at it, one of the very best and most gifted witches on the planet, so making something like this would be as easy as making a cake for her.”
Magic had never been SCYTHE’s priority, but the Commander still made them study anything related to the subject in case they had to face it. Vanessa had never expected to see it at this scale.
“Can you break it?” Vanessa asked. “Find a way to break the curse from Helena’s soul?”
Ares took a deep breath, pocketing his hands. “It’s too complex to break. I will admit Magic is not my strongest suit, but even if you bring in someone knowledgeable, it would be a while for them to break her creation,” he explained. “You need someone at her level of knowledge when it comes to magic, and I am not the best person to face her in that department.”
“Then we call for a specialist, anyone, really,” Vanessa said in desperation. “If this is like a virus, a curse, then we bring a surgeon to cut it out! Maybe Cassie can use her Justice Legion connection, or maybe you can call someone for a favor.”
Vanessa's desperation was clear. She was willing to call for the Justice Legion, the very people she swore to go against for their vigilantism, if it meant saving Helena Sandsmark, her promise be damned.
“The spell is growing far too rapidly. By the time you find someone, it will be far too late,” Ares said solemnly. “The only person in the world who can break the spell without any problem or fear of failsafe is Hecate, the Goddess of Magic. She was Circe’s mentor, and she taught her everything she could about magic. No matter how complex it is, Hecate would understand it.”
“She can help us?”
Ares shook his head. “No, she has no interest in helping the world unless it is connected to her directly, and even then, dealing with her is the worst-case scenario because there is a chance she’ll side with Circe before she even thinks of helping us.”
“So what now?” Vanessa asked, sounding defeated. “Just let Helena die? Let Cassie suffer? Let Circe win?!” she shouted angrily, finally addressing Circe by name. All of this explanation from Ares told her one thing: that the Witch had them beat, and they couldn’t do anything about it.
Ares didn’t react to her outburst, while the Spears looked worried. Tanya, for her part, tried to walk up to calm Vanessa, but the War God raised his hand to stop her, shaking his head and giving her the silent sign to let Vanessa be.
“There is one way: it will be quicker if we act fast enough, but it would take everything from all of us for it to happen,” Ares said, beginning his explanation. “There is a chain link connecting the spell, from the spell caster to Circe. This means it can be broken if we force Circe to release the chain connecting her to Helena…” he explained, letting his words be understood by the occupants in the room before finishing with one last note. “Killing Circe would also break the binding if she didn’t leave any contingencies.”
Vanessa gritted her teeth. “So we have to make her break the spell, and hopefully she doesn’t screw us over… or we kill her, and hopefully she still doesn’t screw us over even in death?” she asked, and Ares nodded. “What kind of person is willing to put in all that work? Just for revenge? On Diana, who is long gone?”
Ares shrugged and turned to the Spears, his gaze focused on Tanya, his daughter. Someone whom he never thought he would meet again was facing him, without knowledge of their blood relations.
“Possibly,” Ares answered, taking a step back. “But if there is one thing I know for sure, Circe does not put these kinds of bindings without any reason. Whatever that reason is involves Cassandra Sandsmark and whether she will choose to make Circe break the spell or kill her, tainting her forever.”
Silence came to the room, letting Ares’s words sink in for all occupants, which might have been the same words he said to the Sandsmarks.
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The room of Somya Spears was quiet, with the only sound being the breathing of Helena Sandsmark lying on the bed sleeping. The room was spacious, with an expensive queen-sized bed as expected from an interim CEO of one the largest companies in the world.
Seated a few feet away on a chair was Cassandra Sandsmark, dressed in fresh clothes given to her by Somya after throwing off the bloody tattered ones she had arrived in. Watching her mother closely, Cassandra’s mind was racing, especially after what Ares told her about the curse Circe placed on her mother, slowly destroying her soul bit by bit until she was nothing but a husk.
“Dammit!” In anger at their situation, she crushed the armchair, tearing its arm off like it was made of paper. If she was stronger, faster, and had the heart for it, she would have stopped the Witch, stopped her from hurting her city, the people of SCYTHE, and those caught in the crossfire, stopped her from hurting her mother…
She buried her face into her hands, tears running down her eyes as she despaired. Everything she worked on after Coast City evaporated was ground up under a very powerful enemy out for revenge.
Considering Circe’s ultimatum, her city could well be gone by the time this was over.
“Artemis… please be safe…” she whispered. She had nearly had a panic attack when she heard the news of the Amazon heading to SCYTHE HQ to stop the prison break, and then… nothing. No matter how many times she dialed her phone, there was no one answering, and she feared for the worst.
She heard her mother coughing, and Cassandra was quickly by her side. “Mom!” she called for her, holding her hand.
“Cassandra?...” Her mother said her name weakly. Her skin was becoming paler, a clear sign that the curse spell was working. “Are you… ok?”
“I’m fine, Mom,” Cassandra answered, covering the bandages hidden inside her clothes. “We’re safe. You’re safe.” she said, tightening both her hands around her mothers.
“Did you… break something?” She asked, looking at the chair behind her. “You shouldn’t be… doing that… we are guests…”
Cassandra laughed, her tears falling away. “Sorry… it’s just… it’s been a hell of a week…”
Helena touched her daughter’s cheek, noticing the bandage on it. “You’re… hurt…”
“It’s alright, Mom. Just a few bruises,” Cassandra assured. “You shouldn’t worry, you know I can take it…”
“I am your… mother, Cassandra,” Helena said, facing her daughter. “Demi-God or not… I will always be worried… scared for my little girl.”
Cassandra’s tears came back. Seeing her mother remain strong despite everything made her happy, and she was terrified of losing her.
“So… my soul is cursed?” Helena asked.
“You heard all that?”
“Can’t not… with all the swearing…” Helena noted, giving her daughter a small smile. “You shouldn’t swear at people, Cassandra, especially those who are trying to help.”
“I know, I know,” Cassandra said. She had gone off on Ares after he explained what happened to her mother, and she might have overreacted when she put all her anger on the former War God. “It’s just… I don’t want to lose you… not while we can fix this.”
Helena sat up on her bed, fully facing her daughter. “Which is why… I don’t want you to make the wrong choice.”
“I won’t,” Cassandra said with a low tone. “I will make Circe free you from this curse-”
“No, Cassandra,” Helena grabbed both of Cassandra’s hands with hers. “That is not what I meant…”
Cassandra raised her brows, confused. “Mom?”
“I heard everything… from Circe’s spell… how it works… and how it can be broken…” Helena said, shocking Cassandra. “I know you already decided what you feel you have to do.”
Cassandra didn’t answer, avoiding her mother’s disapproving gaze accusing her. Ares said the quickest way to break the binding and the spell was either by forcing Circe to break it herself or by killing her, severing the connection.
But if what Circe said was true, that Diana decided to kill her instead of making her surrender like everyone else who faced her, that means there was no chance the Witch would submit willingly. She would rather die than give the satisfaction of admitting defeat.
Which left only one solution where she could save her mother.
Helena sighed, knowing what decision her daughter might have made. She held her hand tightly and changed the subject. “I have to tell you something…”
“No, mom. You’re not giving me the ‘Dying Speech’, not while there is a chance we can save you-”
“It’s about your father,” Helena cut her off, shutting Cassandra up. “Your real father…”
Cassandra remembered Circe calling her Daughter of Enlil, not Zeus. Ares said he was a friend of her father, which confused her because Ares hated Zeus, so it wouldn’t make sense that he would help out even if they were his siblings.
“Enlil…” Cassandra said the name aloud, and Helena’s eyes widened, her breath hitching when she heard the name. “Circe… she called me Daughter of Enlil… Child of the Sky...”
Helena took a deep breath, bringing her daughter closer. “Yes… that is true…” she began. “You are not Zeus’s daughter, Cassandra, nor you are an Olympian in any way… but you are in fact… Sumerian… Mesopotamian,” The elder Sandsmark brought her youngest closer and spoke carefully, as if worried that someone might hear them. “Your father is Enlil, the Sumerian God of Wind… and he was the kindest man I have ever known…”
From then on, Helena explained Cassandra’s origins as carefully as possible, pushing on even while the spell affected her. She explained how she met Enlil, a man with golden hair similar to Cassandra’s, who introduced himself as an expert in Mesopotamian history during an expedition in Iraq. They had become rivals at first due to their clashing personalities, but how that developed into respect, to eventually falling in love after a very lengthy adventure that sounded like the plot of The Mummy.
And that love resulted in Cassandra’s birth. He helped raise her with Helena for the first year and a half before he disappeared because he had Olympian enemies and had to leave them to keep them safe.
While she explained all this, Cassandra’s mind went to another piece of critical information. Her father’s true identity had never been the most important thing for her. But what made it important was what Circe told her about Diana’s true reason for coming to Gateway City. It wasn’t just settling in a ‘piss-end of a city’ the more she taught about it, the more she realized the terrifying truth behind her mentor’s reasoning for coming to the city.
Diana was sent to find Cassandra, a Sumerian Demi-God, the Olympians greatest enemy since the Titans, and eliminate her. The prophecy of the Godkiller that they had feared might have come from Cassandra, but all it did was start a long, personal, and bloody war between two women because of the gods' demands for blood.
And now, she, Artemis, and Gateway City suffered the consequences. Even after Diana’s death, Circe would not let her hatred for what had happened to her go, and if it meant destroying her mentor’s legacy, she would do it.
‘Diana…’ Cassandra thought in sadness.
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SCYTHE Sub Base - Industrial District:
“I am not sure how you were able to do it, but you somehow found an ever more depressing place than that HQ of yours. It makes the cell you put us in look like a five-star hotel room,” said one Pamela Isley, formerly Poison Ivy, seated in the middle of a large room behind a large table. Around her were what was left of the SCYTHE agents they had saved during the escape, all working to get the makeshift base they had hidden up and running.
Alexei Abramovici, the Bloodcrow of SCYTHE, glared at the former supervillain, not happy with her comment. He turned to one of his men and began barking orders, “You! Get the goddamn Black Room working! We are running blind here!”
‘Worker drones even without their Commander.’ Pamela looked on unimpressed at the agents. She had never been that sympathetic to the plight of cops getting killed, especially militarized ones. The once mighty and feared peacekeepers of Gateway, who went to war against all the crime syndicates and the Red Centipedes, were now a mere little squad that won’t be able to protect a mini-mart, let alone every escaped convict under the command of the White Magician.
“Man… the signal here sucks!” complained Miguel Barragan by her side, raising his phone and trying to catch any kind of signal. “Could barely talk to my boyfriend when I called him, and can’t connect to the internet,” he complained. He tried once again to call but he couldn’t find a signal. “Useless brick…”
“We are underground in a bunker previously owned by Neo-Nazis, Barragan,” Pamela noted. From what she had heard, this used to be an old RedCent hideout that SCYTHE took over after the war, using it as a smaller base in case of emergency. “Not receiving any signal is part of the appeal of the place.”
“Bunker, huh…” Miguel chuckled. The name Bunker reminded him of the super name that he picked out; the more time passed, the more convinced he was that it was the right one.
Pamela gave a confused look at his expression and shrugged it off. Turning to her right, she saw the silent Emily Sung staring off into the distance. Unlike Barragan, Emily had other matters on her mind. Whatever she sensed or saw back at SCYTHE HQ freaked her out, like seeing something she shouldn’t.
Just as Pamela was about to ask her how she was feeling, a knock on the large blast doors echoed around the base, loud enough for all to hear. Quickly, everyone felt tense, and the SCYTHE agents covered the door as Alexei signaled them to aim their weapons. After the news of the escaped convicts taking control of SCYTHE HQ and their equipment and weaponry, the agents knew that they were being haunted now by the convicts looking for revenge, so they were not taking any chances.
“Would you mind opening the door!” A familiar voice said behind the door, a voice Pamela recognized right away. “I have a bloody Amazon here, and I would like her off my fur!”
“Barbara?” Pamela realized.
“Minerva? As in the Cheetah?” Alexei asked, eyes narrowed with suspicion. “She could be working with them, with the White Magician.”
“She isn’t,” Pamela answered, glaring at the SCYTHE soldier for the accusation. “She would never ally with the psychos you had under lock and key.”
Alexei scoffed. “That woman got a cemetery filled with people who say otherwise, and she hurt the mother of someone I know.”
Before the two could argue, Miguel stood up and decided to take action. He extended his hand, forming a large arm construct from it, and grabbed the handle of the blast door. With one pull, he opened it wide. Barbara entered. Her feline form made some of the SCYTHE agents tense, and weapons were still trained on her.
“Quite the welcoming committee…” she noted in sarcasm. “Now, would you be dears and get this woman some help?” She adjusted the unconscious and bloody Artemis on her back. Her blood covered Barbara’s fur.
“Medic!” Alexei called for an agent nearby before turning to Miguel. “And you, don’t use your freaky powers until I order you to do so.”
“Sorry tin man, I don’t speak fascist,” Miguel responded with a smirk, and Alexei glared at him.
The medic quickly came to Barbara and guided her to a nearby makeshift hospital room, which had a bed and various equipment to help the SCYTHE wounded. Barbara went in haste, and gently, with the help of the medic, they placed the injured Amazon on the bed, her blood soaking the white sheets red.
“How the hell did you even find us?” Alexei asked as he and the others entered. “I made sure I covered all our steps.”
“You did,” Barbara noted, stepping back to let the medic check on Artemis. She turned to Alexei and pointed at her nose. “But one of you has a very special pheromone that I can smell for miles,” she said with a smile as she turned her gaze to Pamela. “Still with those rose scents around you.”
The redhead smiled. “Maybe it’s that mark you left on me.”
“More than you think, Pammy.”
“Christ…” the medic gasped, catching everyone’s attention. “How is she still alive? And how long has she been like this?” He asked, examining the injured Amazon.
Her armor was wholly wrecked, beyond repair. Her headpiece was half broken, and the gauntlets and braces on her arms and legs were dented and unusable. Her injuries were severe: open wounds, slash marks, and burn marks were all over her body, and judging from blows on her armor, she might have had a few broken bones as well.
“Didn’t bother to look at the time with some of the grunts that were sent after us,” Barbara answered, leaning on a nearby chair as fatigue finally set in for her. “But these Amazons are too stubborn to die, and I know that from experience…”
The number of times Barbara thought she had beaten Diana only for the Amazon to get back up and beat her back was many, and it frustrated the woman to no end, but now she couldn’t help but be in awe at the resilience of these warriors.
“Her Amazon gifts will heal her,” Barbara noted. “But I am not sure how long it will take…”
“I doubt it will take more than a few days at least…” the medic noted, bringing out some bandages and wrapping them around her arms. “She will need a miracle to even walk out of here on her own two feet.”
“Uhmm…” Everyone in the room turned to Emily Sung, who stood by the doorway. “I… I think I can help her heal faster.”
Barbara and the medic gave her an odd look. To better explain it, Emily brought her hands together, and a small flame began to form from her palm. However, they weren’t bright orange flames; they were blue flames, and they didn’t feel any heat from them.
“I developed this technique while training,” said Emily. “It's a fire spell that doesn’t burn, but it heals people. I first used it on Miguel when he hurt his hands, and it was instantaneous,” she explained, and Miguel showed his fully healed hand as if he was demonstrating it. “But this will be the first time I will heal someone with this severe of injuries…”
Pamela and Barbara looked at the blue flames with wide eyes. In Pamela’s case, she was told that Emily had powers, and from Miguel’s description, she had the power of all the elements. However, seeing it firsthand and feeling it from just that tiny flame made her sense there was power behind it, warmth, like the sun.
“Do it,” Barbara said, taking a step back. “At this point, if we need magic to get her back into the fight, we better get to it before we lose her for real.” She turned to the shocked medic. This was the first time he would ever see magic in play. “And you, guide her in whatever wounds need to be healed.”
The medic nodded. It was better than nothing. With his guidance and Miguel’s support by her side, Emily went to work to heal Wonder Woman, who was in a state of life and death if they didn’t work fast enough, all while Circe and her crew were out there terrorizing the city.
“What’s the news out there?” Alexei asked after the three left the infirmary room. “We are in the dark here, and I couldn’t radio in anyone with the pieces of junk we got. Not even my brother, who was trying to get as many agents as possible.”
“Brother?” Barbara asked before she realized who his brother was. Her expression became solemn. She remembered the Warhammer who stayed behind to slow Circe and her crew, giving Barbara a chance to escape with Artemis on her back. “The guy with the Hammer…”
Alexei furrowed his brows, noticing the change in her expression. “What happened to my brother?”
Barbara took a deep breath and began explaining everything that had happened: the White Magician’s true identity, her taking over SCYTHE HQ, her ultimatum to Wonder Girl, and finally, Anatoly Abromivici’s sacrifice to save them.
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Somewhere in Gateway…
With the loss of SCYTHE and their headquarters, the surviving agents didn’t have the necessary support from the intel agents in the Black Room to fight off against the newly revived Red Centipedes, now grown more powerful with the help of the escaped convicts, more than happy to exact revenge.
With the bridges closed off, SCYTHE’s weakened state, and Wonder Woman being presumed dead, the city had been thrown into chaos. Streets filled with criminals and looters taking full advantage of what had happened, stealing anything from everyone across the island.
Red Centipedes roamed the streets with military trucks, taken from SCYTHE after their HQ had fallen to the White Magician’s control, making full use of their hardware to hunt down any surviving agent, delivering the message that they were the new peacekeepers of Gateway.
“Let me go!”
A woman, a worker from Taco Whiz, was being dragged from the streets by a group of RedCent grunts. Taken into a nearby corner, the RedCent dropped the worker on the dirty ground. Their eyes had terrible intentions behind them.
“Come on, man,” one RedCent grunt said from behind to his buddy. “We are supposed to find those SCYTHE fuckers, not mess around.”
“You’re serious?” The buddy looked at his friend like he was crazy. “We’ve been locked for months in SCYTHE’s cells; we can have a few minutes of fun.”
“Please! Don’t do this!” The woman screamed, tears falling from her eyes, afraid of what they would do to her. She tried to stand up and run away but was quickly pushed back down on the pavement.
The RedCent approached the woman, who crawled away from them in fear. “Come on, girl, I just need to release all this stress after being locked up for so long!” He proclaimed, giving the woman a leery look before turning to his buddy. “Hey man, I can share! Maybe we can get someone else from the street-”
The RedCent stopped speaking, catching his breath for a moment after he saw his buddy lying on the ground face first, knocked out cold. Looking up, his eyes widened in shock when he saw the person standing before him. “You’re… you were supposed to be dead?!”
Covered in heavy bandages and wrecked NIGHT armor, and carrying a mace in his hand and a pissed-off look on his face, Commander Hector Hall stood before the RedCent grunt like a dark spectre coming back to life. Kicking the knocked-out buddy aside, the Commander looked between the grunt and the terrified woman before he hardened his glare at the RedCent.
“Stay back!” The RedCent grunt aimed his weapon, hands shaking in fear. “I said stay the fuck back-”
In a moment, Hall moved at such a speed he looked like a blur, cutting the distance between the two. With one swing of his mace, he smacked him squarely on the head, sending him to the ground.
Hall turned to the woman he saved, who looked at him in horror. “Go… get to safety…”
Without another word, the woman ran toward the exit and into the streets, away from the alley. Now alone with the two RedCents, Hall grabbed the knocked-out buddy and woke him up, making the man see the bandaged-up Hall looking down at him with hateful eyes.
“You… I want you to send your boss a message…” Hall began, making him face the Commander. “Tell the White Magician, Circe, that I am declaring war on her and on anyone who stands by her side.” He turned and walked up to the other grunt, who was crawling away from the Commander in fear, grabbing his bleeding head. He begged for his life, but Hall ignored his pleas. “And this, this is for my men that you Centipedes have killed…”
He lifted his bloody mace and brought it down like a hammer on the begging Red Centipede as his buddy looked on in horror. He lifted it up once more to reveal the man’s head was crushed like a watermelon.
Commander Hector Hall was still alive, and as long as he was still breathing, SCYTHE would remain standing to fight against all threats against Gateway City.
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Wonder Women Vol 3.

Previous Issue <> Next Issue

Me and the person who lives in the apartment under me do not get along. I've tried to be nice, I've tried to help them (I say them because the boyfriend is a decent human being but his girlfriend is a sociopath, seriously), i don't make much, if any noise at night(i'm a night shift worker and on my off days I stay up all night to stay on the schedule, my pets sleep all night). I DO suspect that there are rats or mice in the walls and ceiling that she might be hearing but it's not me. But she still complains about everything. Honestly, she complains about all the neighbors. But this came to a head last night after she sent me some unhinged messages and at the end she called me a miserable person. To be fair, I struggle with depression, i just lost my dad less than a month ago, about a week after we lost him, she told me that me and my mom need to "get over it". But what does being miserable have to do with anything that concerns her? I'm to the point I don't want to be anywhere near her. She's adding to my anxiety, making my depression worse, and I just don't want to deal with her. I did block her number and told her she was to stay away from me but, there's only so much staying away we can do when I live above her.
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So, I sent the office an email explaining to them about the complaining and the unhinged texts I recieved and asking if there would be any way I could switch to a different apartment if I paid a higher deposit, took the other apartment as-is (they don't have to clean it up), and paid all cleaning fees on my current apartment. I haven't heard back yet. But I figured I'd ask on here and see if anyone has ever needed to or been able to switch apartments in your complex and how it works? thank you.

Woke up in the morning and saw that i had received a message that said "Instagram Link - ig.me/..... Don't Share it." Since I had just woken up, i didnt think much of it. But an hour later, curiosity got the better of me and i copied the message and went into incognito tab and opened virustotal and looked it up, there was nothing malicious about it.
But i did something stupid, just as i was going back and closing the incognito tab, it showed "Links you have copied" (something like that). idk what went through my head but i clicked it and the link "ig.me/..." appeared on the search bar for a second or two and then nothing happened. Like no pop-up, no app opened, no website opened, even the search bar was cleared.
After that i have been very paranoid... i have changed my instagram password and logged out of all the devices...
Is my account safe? should i do anything else? Should i tell all my friends that my account might be getting hacked and not to click on any of the links they might get dm'ed by me???

I (19M) met my best friend (19F) about 4 years ago during the end of my Freshman Year in High School. In that time, she was dating someone and I was dating someone and eventually, both of our relationships went to crap because of very immature reasons that were common with kids our age. I was afraid to be alone after my break up so I ended up getting closer to her and it got to the point where we began to talk every single day, and that streak hasn’t ended since. I had a feeling about her even during that time but went on to enter a situation-ship that turned into an actual relationship for about a month until that too ended unceremoniously. She was there for all of it and even gave me the confidence to end the relationship with my ex after my ex said that I “wasn’t a priority,” something I’ll never forget. That line hurt like hell after putting so much energy into caring for her.
My second ex, the situation-ship one, would joke around with my feelings afterward and try to talk to me months after our breakup. For context, I told her never to speak to me again after she claimed she loved me then went on to date another guy as reported by my best friend. So this behavior was very detrimental to my mental health and made things a lot worse for me. My best friend however, protected and defended me from her actions. My ex let it slip that she was afraid for my bff to find out we were talking because she had scolded her before.
Eventually, that ended and up until this point, my bff was someone who was scarily similar to me and sorta brought me out of my shell. I changed a lot of my “loner” ways for her and would walk to class with her, not even speaking sometimes, just enjoying her presence. We’d have these little moments between each other and got mistaken for a couple a few times too. She had an affinity towards me but it was nothing romantic.
Fast forward to last year and I’m starting to take notice of some strange feelings for her and through subtle prodding, it was still clear she wasn’t into me in that way. There’d be little clues of something brewing within her heart but not enough to act.
Now this is where it gets interesting. 2024 has probably been our best year yet and the crazy part is that we haven’t seen each other in-person since our mutual friend’s graduation party which was last year. We have plans to travel across the world, live in some apartment together, own a dog together, dress up for halloween as Agnes and Kristofferson from Fantastic Mr. Fox, and a bunch more like me cooking for her and us doing each other’s hair. We text and talk to each other like we’ve been married for 20 years. She’ll tell me when something’s wrong and never takes out her frustration on me, called me when she was having cramps and stuff, will occasionally take some photos of herself for me.
The photos of her is where I find myself realizing how deep I’ve fallen because this woman is just gorgeous. I legitimately can’t see myself with anybody else but her. Her smile, her hair, her cute glasses, and her entire body is simply STUNNING. Don’t even get me started on personality because that’s what has me so starstruck. I was looking at her photos tonight and man, I wonder how I lived without her for 15 years…
I never run out of things to talk about with her and unlike the past few years, all of her plans seem to include me in them. Driving together, napping together, just being around each other always. I mentioned her being my partner a few times and she gladly accepted that title. I EVEN KNOW WHAT WEDDING RING SHE WANTS. It’s not the look that matters but the engraving, which is the timestamp for Harry’s love confession to Sally in “When Harry Met Sally.”
My relationship/friendship with her is completely unlike the ones where I was actively dating them, I am so completely invested in her life and what’s she doing and what she likes. It’s borderline obsession with loving every aspect of her and the world she sees. My friends are always talking about flirting with girls and all that but as long as my best friend exists, I feel as though I’m taken.
And I know some people would question why I haven’t confessed and that’s because I’m waiting until I can see her face-to-face and know for sure if she loves me back in that way. We say I love you quite a bit but with everything going on between us, I have a feeling that I’ll get my true answer by getting to look into her eyes again. Part of me thinks I’m dreaming all this up and that she truly does see us as just friends but there’s too many coincidences for me to ignore it. We’re too close, I believe. Too close for either of us to enter a relationship with someone else, at least.
Let me know what you guys think.
TL;DR this girl is literal perfection and loves me to bits but I can’t read her mind on if the feelings are romantic. Am I crazy on thinking so from how close she is to me?

Morning. I have been having a flare up for a few weeks now, along with constipation which is causing me bad pain. Only, for this whole week I've been contacting my IBD nurse to get some extra help, to no avail. I have left three messages, received one back yesterday saying they will be in touch, only to not get a call again. I have left another message this morning.
Is it suitable to go to A&E to get help with it all? I have no idea what to do and I've missed almost a week of work. My care is at one hospital but there is a much closer one nearby (long story on switching hospitals) I feel worthless and like my care really doesn't matter anymore. I've had Crohn's for around 5 years and not really had any problems, yet the moment I need extra help I'm being ignored.
A colleague at work also suffers with Crohn's, yet he says he rings up, gets some sort of steroid or help in a day or two, and he's back to himself and cracking on.
I'm in the UK.

I (19M) met my best friend (19F) about 4 years ago during the end of my Freshman Year in High School. In that time, she was dating someone and I was dating someone and eventually, both of our relationships went to crap because of very immature reasons that were common with kids our age. I was afraid to be alone after my break up so I ended up getting closer to her and it got to the point where we began to talk every single day, and that streak hasn’t ended since. I had a feeling about her even during that time but went on to enter a situation-ship that turned into an actual relationship for about a month until that too ended unceremoniously. She was there for all of it and even gave me the confidence to end the relationship with my ex after my ex said that I “wasn’t a priority,” something I’ll never forget. That line hurt like hell after putting so much energy into caring for her.
My second ex, the situation-ship one, would joke around with my feelings afterward and try to talk to me months after our breakup. For context, I told her never to speak to me again after she claimed she loved me then went on to date another guy as reported by my best friend. So this behavior was very detrimental to my mental health and made things a lot worse for me. My best friend however, protected and defended me from her actions. My ex let it slip that she was afraid for my bff to find out we were talking because she had scolded her before.
Eventually, that ended and up until this point, my bff was someone who was scarily similar to me and sorta brought me out of my shell. I changed a lot of my “loner” ways for her and would walk to class with her, not even speaking sometimes, just enjoying her presence. We’d have these little moments between each other and got mistaken for a couple a few times too. She had an affinity towards me but it was nothing romantic.
Fast forward to last year and I’m starting to take notice of some strange feelings for her and through subtle prodding, it was still clear she wasn’t into me in that way. There’d be little clues of something brewing within her heart but not enough to act.
Now this is where it gets interesting. 2024 has probably been our best year yet and the crazy part is that we haven’t seen each other in-person since our mutual friend’s graduation party which was last year. We have plans to travel across the world, live in some apartment together, own a dog together, dress up for halloween as Agnes and Kristofferson from Fantastic Mr. Fox, and a bunch more like me cooking for her and us doing each other’s hair. We text and talk to each other like we’ve been married for 20 years. She’ll tell me when something’s wrong and never takes out her frustration on me, called me when she was having cramps and stuff, will occasionally take some photos of herself for me.
The photos of her is where I find myself realizing how deep I’ve fallen because this woman is just gorgeous. I legitimately can’t see myself with anybody else but her. Her smile, her hair, her cute glasses, and her entire body is simply STUNNING. Don’t even get me started on personality because that’s what has me so starstruck. I was looking at her photos tonight and man, I wonder how I lived without her for 15 years…
I never run out of things to talk about with her and unlike the past few years, all of her plans seem to include me in them. Driving together, napping together, just being around each other always. I mentioned her being my partner a few times and she gladly accepted that title. I EVEN KNOW WHAT WEDDING RING SHE WANTS. It’s not the look that matters but the engraving, which is the timestamp for Harry’s love confession to Sally in “When Harry Met Sally.”
My relationship/friendship with her is completely unlike the ones where I was actively dating them, I am so completely invested in her life and what’s she doing and what she likes. It’s borderline obsession with loving every aspect of her and the world she sees. My friends are always talking about flirting with girls and all that but as long as my best friend exists, I feel as though I’m taken.
And I know some people would question why I haven’t confessed and that’s because I’m waiting until I can see her face-to-face and know for sure if she loves me back in that way. We say I love you quite a bit but with everything going on between us, I have a feeling that I’ll get my true answer by getting to look into her eyes again. Part of me thinks I’m dreaming all this up and that she truly does see us as just friends but there’s too many coincidences for me to ignore it. We’re too close, I believe. Too close for either of us to enter a relationship with someone else, at least.
Let me know what you guys think.
TL;DR this girl is literal perfection and loves me to bits but I can’t read her mind on if the feelings are romantic. Am I crazy on thinking so from how close she is to me?

i understand it with papago, but i’d like to read a more understandable/genuine/better translation of this text… my japanese is not good enough… it’s important to me
あなたの素直で嘘のないところが好きです。私は捻くれていて、嘘が多い人です。だからあなたに惹かれました。でもあなたを手放したくないので、私はもうあなたに嘘をつくことはありません。あなたが不安に思うことをしたくありません。なのであなたは私のiPhoneを自由に見て使うことができます。 あなたの深い愛が好きです。あなたの愛がとても心地よいです。あやちゃんあやちゃんと、小鳥が囀るようにあなたは何度も繰り返してつぶやきます。私はそれが大好きです。また私があなたを愛する気持ちは、私の人生の中で初めての気持ちです。それもまたとても心地よいです。あなたが私にいつも安全なヘルメットを被せるように、私もまた同じ気持ちです。あなたにいつも安全なヘルメットをあげたい。あなたにいつも幸せでいて欲しい。あなたの笑顔が大好きです。自分のものよりいいものをあなたにあげたい。私のこの気持ちは愛だと思う。 あなたはよく考えます。そんなところが好きです。私もまた考えることが好きです。時々ノートに書き留めます。仕事で忙しい時期はできませんが、旅行中はゆっくり考えることができる時間です。だから私は旅行や、飛行機が大好きです。これからあなたといろんなことを考えて、いろんなことを学んで、それらを共有して、討論したいです。 私はこの世界が嫌いでした。自殺を試みた高校生だったあの日、私の魂は一度死にました。だから、私はもう自由に生きていいと思えました。その日、私は30歳に死ぬことを決めて、今日までやりたいことをして生きてきました。私の人生に期限があれば、頑張れるからです。まずは社会人という経験をして社会を体験して、お金を作って、イタリアで好きなアートを見て、好きなヤギと過ごして、アート教育に向き合って、海外で仕事をして、世界中を見て、勉強して、大学院に行ってアートを学んで、、。そしてお金を使い切って死ぬのです。私は高いところから飛ぶ感覚が好きです。ローラーコースターやバンジージャンプなど。いつかスカイダイビングもしてみたい。だから私は飛び降り自殺をすることを小学生の時から決めていました。最後に自由に飛んでみたいんです。私は今まで恋人に真剣になったことはありませんでした。彼らもまたそうでした。私はいつも結婚はしたくない、子供も欲しくないと言っていました。なぜなら私は30歳になったら死ぬからです。でもあなたに出会って、私に真剣に向き合ってくれて、私を本気で心配してくれるあなたに、私も真剣になりました。私は今死にたくありません。あなたといっしょにいることができるなら、もう少し生きてみたいと思っています。
私はあなたといると安心していられます。あなたは私に愛をたくさん伝えてくれている。だから私は無理をして着飾る必要がありません。私がメイクをしていなくても、私がオナラをしていても、私がいびきをかいて寝ていても、あなたは私を嫌いにならないと感じているからです。それはとても心地の良い愛です。 あなたがどんな変な顔で寝ていても、いびきをかいていても、太っても、腕を失っても、足を失っても、私はあなたが大好きです。あなたに私をあなたの家だと感じてくれてとても嬉しい。同時にあなたは私の家です。とても心地よいです。あなたといると、私の日々は100倍も200倍も楽しい日になります。

At 11:18pm I 18 F received a call from my friends also 18 F contact. I picked up and said hello. The thing that replied was either the lord himself or a gay man who smokes 50 packs a day. No hate to you lord, love u. But it said “i heard someone had a birthday coming up soon” and when i tell you my heart dropped to my bumhole and sent me into cardiac arrest. that was NOT my friend and i lowkey dont want to know what got its hands on our contacts. But. my finger flew to that hang up button and i sat there for a good 15 mins sweating bullets hoping I make it to 19 im too young yo die bro. I text my friend saying. me- “ NOPE NOPE NOPE NOPE NOPE i wanna live to see my 16th im too young for this what do you want from me” her- “y u call me ARE TOU OKAY OMG RU SAFE??“
She says she was asleep when her contact called me, and also had no idea what was going on. I thought she was trolling me until she told me she saw a missed call from MY contact at 11:17 pm. Meaning whatever used her number to call me, also used my number to call her BEFORE calling me. Only difference is I picked up. my phone app says “incoming call 11:18pm her says “missed call 11:17pm”
We are currently on a facetime call and she is reading the bible as I am trying to convince my mom to let me put a salt cross somewhere in the house. Yes we have both considered christening ourselves and drinking only holy water for the next week. Our only ideas are 1-God himself is calling to warn us about the rapture 2-Sat*n tryna say sum??😭😭😭(NONONONO PLEASE NONONON) 3-One of our male friends (either the narcissistic addict friend or the extreme catholic friend) is prank calling us because our birthdays are soon (mine is in 15 days hers is in two months) 4-A alternate universe phone line somehow contacted the wrong galaxy and called us to wish us happy birthday or something or the other.
My friend says she may know something related to it but doesn’t want to say it right now bc of superstition and i dont blame her bc im tryna make it through the tonight. Shes going to tell me after school tomorrow. The only other thing for now she told me was that the guy friend she always calls started speaking in some aggressive asian sounding language with his mom randomly as she was on call with him. he then hung up. my friend asked why he hung up, but he said he never hung up, only fell asleep. Thats all for now. I’ll update in the morning if anything else happens. Has anything similar happened to anyone else? Or anyone know what do to. Prayers? Preists? Popes? Pastors? Physics? Mediums? Satanists? Christians? Catholics? Pranksters? Phone line people? Normal people? Niggas? Please bro (im black) Thanks.

My fiancé claims I am abusive and mean in this text. What can you guys tell me about this message as well as if I am the asshole.
I have only removed the sister in laws name. Below is the text in question:
“I asked for you to not take your stress out on me. You surely voiced your feelings about the topic of (sister in law) and I in issue. You really had a chance to hear my vulnerability about my fears with calm tactful navigation helping me feel safe to say these things. The fear I have toward a solution with (sister in law) is derived from exactly the attitude you just gave me for expressing myself. I’m really fed up with my feelings being a burden to you. I wish more than anything that I could have the restraint to stop talking to you about my feelings because I don’t think you deserve my vulnerability or feelings. You are taking something that is special and earned between people that love each other and you are shitting all over it because “I don’t want to deal with it”.
This in part is why I perceive you as selfish and also one of the main reasons I believe you would abandon me in many different ways in difficult times. I will continue to try and keep my feelings to myself and only give you the what you want because I understand fully that you don’t want to be emotionally present for your partner. “