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Hi! Do you wanting someone who’s very well at communicating, nerdy , passionate than I’m your girl! Located: Texas . Willing to move to another state or have my future partner live with me .
Appearance :
A thick black femboy who loves dressing up sometimes . Height : 5’3. I wear glasses to read manga . My style is mostly goth/casual clothes from mostly anime shirts and chokers.
💙My hobbies:

Anime : Some of my favorites animes are Tokyo ghoul , Sword Art Online , Yuri on ice , Future Diary, JJK, MHA, Yaoi(Love stage , Sasaki and Miyano)
Manga : I’ve completed so many mangas from yaoi , Ouran high school host club , berserk , ect .
Cosplay : I’ve done Pokémon & a Tokyo Ghoul cosplay before .
Anime cons: I’ve been to at least 11 anime/Comic cons.
Dueling (Yu-Gi-Oh!)
Pokémon
Yaoi
Pc gaming
Overwatch. I love this game have over 500 hrs .
Marvel/DC
Tv drama : The Vampire Diaries , Supernatural, Buffy The Vampire Slayer, The 100.
Horror- big fan of tv shows , movies like AHS
Consoles I have are : Ps5, Nintendo switch , psp, ps vita, Nintendo 3ds , wii, gameboy , ect .

🩷What im looking for in a Relationship🩷

[ ] Monogamous
[ ] Single
[ ] Loyalty
[ ] Communication
[ ] No kids
[ ] Open-minded
[ ] Common interest : Nerdy (Anime, Games, Star Wars or anything nerdy)
[ ] Sure on what you want
[ ] Mature
[ ] 21+ in age (this is a strict one)

▶️MY TYPE:
TALL (taller than my own height) , very communicative, masculine(mostly beards and body hair) gamers/anime nerds. These are just preferences not a deal breaker .
✅Ps: for compatibility reasons I’m a 100% bottom.
If you made it this far, please message me an introduction about yourself. This is extremely important as it tells me alot about you and for me to give you a well detailed response. Mostly a name to call you , hobbies, location (state wise) and what you’re looking for . You may send pics in the first message if you may like 😊

Hey!
I absolutely love the look of thigh high socks. I see other creators wearing them and desperately want some of my own. I’m just wondering if any mid-size girls with thick thighs have a tried and true brand they like? Or an Amazon link? Im 5’5” and about 160 pounds with some formidable thighs, haha.
I have some really cute paw thigh highs but it’s such a pain to shoot with them because the band is always rolling down!
Thank you! 💕

Hey!! I love the Brandy Melville tops SO MUCH they are my favorite things in my closet but I unfortunately live in a town with no store locations even remotely nearby, so I order everything online. I’ve been wanting to branch out to other things recently, like the pants/ shorts (especially the sweatshorts OMG!), but I have very thick thighs. will they even fit?? I own a pair of their stretchy buttoned boxer underwear and they fit fine, but I have no clue how well that translates to normal pants. Are there any other curvy girls in this subreddit? and dont worry I won’t be upset if they won’t fit cuz with the thighs comes the ass and she’s my greatest asset lmfao

At the world’s top college of magic and technology, every day brings a new discovery -and a new disaster. The advanced experiments of the college students tend to be both ambitious and apocalyptic, with the end of the world only prevented by a mysterious time loop, and a small handful of students who retain their memories.
Surviving the loops was hard enough, but now, in his senior year, Vell Harlan must take charge of them, and deal with the fact that the whole world now knows his secrets. Everyone knows about Vell’s death and resurrection, along with the divine game he is a part of. Now Vell must contend with overly curious scientists and evil billionaires hungry for divine power while the daily doomsday cycle bombards him with terrorists, talking elephants, and the Grim Reaper himself -but if he can endure it all, the Last Goddess’s game promises the ultimate prize: power over life itself.
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The last few notes of a Roxy Rocket song echoed through Vell’s dorm, and while scrappy and dissonant, they were at least coherent. An improvement from early lessons, especially.
“Well, that didn’t hurt to listen to,” Skye said. “You’re making progress.”
“You have such a way with words,” Vell said.
“Okay, fine,” Skye said. “You’re actually making good progress for a guy who only finds time to practice every couple weeks.”
The ever-encroaching responsibilities of being a senior, the leader of the loopers, and the focus of a godly game of fate had whittled Vell’s free time down to almost nothing. The occasional guitar lessons were some of his only islands amid the storm, and a welcome excuse to spend more time with Skye.
“You want to try a few more chords?”
“My hands are starting to hurt, actually,” Vell said. He pulled away from the guitar strings and shook tense fingers loose, revealing fingertips rubbed red and raw by practice. Skye stepped forward and took him by the wrist to examine his hands.
“I do not understand how a guy like you doesn’t have thicker skin,” Skye said. “Weren’t you an actual cowboy for a while? You did rodeos and everything.”
“I wore gloves,” Vell said.
“And for the rest of the weird shit you’ve done in your life?”
Vell took a long pause.
“Yeah, I don’t know,” Vell said. “Good genes, I guess.”
“I’m not complaining, mind you, I just think-”
A loud dinging sound from Skye’s purse interrupted the conversation, and she released her grip on Vell to go answer her phone. Vell recognized those familiar chimes as the Dad Ringtone. While most contacts were set to vibrate, Skye’s father and a few other lucky high-priority contacts got their own ringtones. Vell was lucky enough to have his ringtone set to the theme song of a cartoon Skye had loved as a kid, but played at a much lower volume than the Dad Ringtone. Skye’s father didn’t call often, and when he did it was usually about something important, so she wanted to be sure to never miss a call.
“Hey dad,” Skye began. “No, now’s fine. What’s up?”
Vell set his guitar back on the shelf and relaxed while Skye continued the call.
“No, no, that’d be fine, great, even,” Skye said. “He might be a little busy, but- What?”
Skye’s delight and talking to her father shifted to mild concern.
“Dad we kind of need to- no, not tomorrow, dad,” Skye said. “Dad!”
A long silence followed as Skye held the phone frozen by her ear for a short time. She tucked it back into her purse, took a deep breath, and clapped her hands together as she spun to face Vell.
“So, good news, you’re going to get to meet my dad,” Skye squeaked.
“And the bad news?”
“Well, part one of the bad news is that it’s going to happen tomorrow,” Skye said. Vell would’ve like a little more notice, but that was far from disastrous. Part two was still waiting, though. “And part two is that I kind of maybe didn’t do a very good job describing the nature of our relationship, and he sort of a little bit thinks you’re...a hero.”
Vell waited for a part three, and there was none.
“Is that the bad news?” Vell scoffed. “I might let him down a little, but there’s worse things my girlfriend’s dad could think of me.”
“Yeah there’s definitely a few upsides, be sure to hold on to those,” Skye said. “But also, you know how I flunked out of mad scientist school?”
“Yeah?”
“Well my dad...didn’t.”
***
“Your girlfriend’s dad is a supervillain?”
“Former supervillain,” Vell corrected. He adjusted the suit coat he’d just put on. “He left the game after she was born and went white hat, now he only builds death rays and robot armies so relevant authorities can observe, learn, and prepare for the real deal.”
Having a genuine mad scientist to train with helped keep secret agents and spies ready for actual threats, and Skye’s father got to keep doing what he loved: threatening to blow up the world.
“Are you still really a supervillain if you don’t actually do any villain shit?” Hawke wondered aloud. “Isn’t he just sort a supertrainer? What would you call that?”
“I’d call it asinine,” Alex said. “We shouldn’t be condoning this behavior, much less inviting him to build a death ray on our campus.”
The Einstein-Odinson had been selected as the faux-mad scientist’s next testing ground, and due to a misunderstanding of his role on campus, Vell had been selected as his testing partner. He had to put on a tuxedo and everything, to better fit the classic secret agent trope Skye’s father was envisioning.
“Mad scientists are an important part of the scientific ecosystem,” Helena said.
“You’d know,” Samson muttered under his breath.
“Conflict breeds innovation,” Helena continued, either heedless to or deliberately ignoring his snide comment. “The arc of history requires both heroes and villains.”
“Yeah, well, as far as villains go, I prefer mine to be weird old dads with fake death rays,” Kim said. “Still, Vell, doesn’t it feel kind of weird that he doesn’t actually know you’re dating his daughter?”
“It’s fine,” Vell insisted. “It’s always awkward trying to talk to your parents about your relationship, and she just over-focused on me saving the day and helping people. Simple miscommunication.”
“And when are you resolving that miscommunication?”
“Later,” Vell said. “Skye and her dad don’t get to spend much time together anymore. They’ll take the day, and we’ll get this all sorted out later.”
A life of volcano lairs, alpine bases, and remote tropical islands did not exactly make it easy for Skye to keep up with her dad, so having him concoct a scheme right on her home turf was a good way for the two of them to spend time together. Right now, Vell’s only priority was allowing for some healthy father-daughter bonding time. And also preventing the apocalypse.
“Okay, I’m good to go,” Vell said, as he finished up the knot in his bow-tie. “Hawke, ready on comms?”
“Mission control good to go, Agent Harlan,” Hawke said. He enjoyed any apocalyptic arrangement that allowed him to stay safely behind a chair, but playing mission control was especially fun.
“Good. Samson, you’re on tech duty,” Vell said. “The rest of you, keep an eye on the island. There’s no guarantee our supervillain will actually end the world. Which feels like a weird thing to say.”
Big events usually invited big catastrophes, and a literal supervillain seemed like a prime spark for some apocalyptic fire, but Vell was not so sure. He couldn’t think of anything less likely to actually end the world than a deliberate attempt to do so. All the loopers agreed having some backup eyes on other potential disasters might be warranted.
“Let’s just get this over with,” Alex said. She was the first to leave, everyone else filtered into their respective roles to play soon enough. Samson walked alongside Vell as he left the lair.
“Hey, do I have to put up the whole mission control act like Hawke was doing?”
“Not if you don’t want to,” Vell said. “Play it up a little if Skye’s dad is around, maybe, but like, right now we can just talk normally.”
“Okay, cool. Got your shit right here,” Samson said, as he hefted a large bag of gadget. “Standard spy bullshit. Gizmo watch, secret cufflink radios, pen with a concealed laser cutter, got it all right here.”
“Thanks,” Vell said. “Where’d you find all this stuff?”
“I just asked,” Samson said with a shrug. “Island full of supergenius weirdos, most of them had this kind of stuff just lying around.”
“Convenient. Did you make a list of everyone you got this stuff from?”
“So we can keep an eye on them? Yeah.”
“So I can give it back later,” Vell corrected. “But yeah, actually, knowing about the laser pen guy might be a good idea.”
“We’ll know where to start with any laser-based apocalypses,” Samson said.
“Good instinct,” Vell said. The two of them walked out of the building and towards the docks. “Am I walking weird? I’ve never worn a tux before.”
“Little stiff, but I think it’s working in your favor. You look more serious.”
“Great, thanks,” Vell said. He stepped up to the edge of the docks and strapped on his gadget watch before checking the time on it. “Should be here soon.”
“You need me to stick around?”
“No, you’re good,” Vell said. “Thanks for the help.”
Samson excused himself before the chaos started in full. Vell felt like an idiot standing around in a tux for a minute or two, until he was joined by someone in an equally odd outfit. Skye joined him in waiting on the docks, wearing a dress with long sleeves and a short skirt over sparkling tights and some very high-heeled boots.
“Very gogo dancer,” Vell said.
“Yeah, dad’s really into that whole Cold War era 60’s style,” Skye said. “Apparently this is what a ‘proper villainess’ looks like to him.”
“Could be worse, could be the catsuit kind of female villain.”
“Ugh, don’t get me started,” Skye said. “Every time he took me to work conferences I had to watch grown women try to waddle around in pleather bodysuits.”
“Supervillains have conferences?”
“Oh yeah, surprisingly good ones,” Skye said. “Especially if you’re a little girl who likes genetically engineered sharks.”
“Oh, so that’s where you got your start.”
Skye nodded. Her penchant for genetic engineering had struck at an early age. Her father had initially been excited for her to get into the family business, but it turned out Skye just liked fucking with fish DNA, and didn’t have much skill in all the non-genetic engineering parts of mad science. He was proud of her anyway.
After shifting on uncomfortably high heels for the umpteenth time, Skye checked her phone and texted her father.
“He says he’s pulling up right now,” Skye said. Vell scanned the horizon and saw nothing coming across the ocean.
“Is he at the right-”
Vell was cut off, and forced to step back, as the ocean started to churn. The waves parted to reveal a jet-black submarine with a towering, jagged skull carved into the prow.
“Oh, right, supervillain,” Vell said.
The imposing submersible drifted to a halt, and a hatched on the side hissed open. Red lights beamed out from the darkness within, and a few seconds later, an armored killbot marched down a boarding ramp, flanked by a towering man in a long white labcoat. He had a jagged streak of black through his otherwise gray hair, and wore heavy glasses with thick black lenses that obscured his gaze and shadowed his face.
“Hi dad,” Skye said.
“Hello dear,” said the man behind the murder machine. He stepped off the boarding ramp onto the dock, as another killbot exited to flank him, and fixed his dark glasses on Vell. “And as for you...I am Doc-”
“Doc” stopped his imposing introduction to have a coughing fit. Skye stepped up and put a hand on his shoulder.
“Dad, did you take your meds today?”
“I did, I did,” the Doc said, between coughs. “Just a climate thing. I got on the damn submarine in Seattle, now we’re in the tropics, there’s pressure differentials, humidity.”
He let out a few more coughs and then cleared his throat loudly, before regaining his previous composure.
“Now, as I was saying,” he continued. “I am Doc Ragnarok!”
His boisterous shout failed to echo in the open air of the docks.
“Oh, good lord, that was terrible,” Doc Ragnarok said. “Can I try again?”
“I wouldn’t bother,” Vell said. “We’re by the beach, open air, the acoustics are terrible.”
“Oh, yes, you’re right,” Doc Ragnarok agreed. “Finally, someone who appreciates the details. You must be Vell, then, or is it Agent Harlan? Do you have a codename I should be using?’
“It’s just Harlan. Vell Harlan.”
“Yes, Skye has told me quite a bit about you,” Doc said. “You’ve escaped kidnapping attempts, outwitted undead thieves, stolen secret treasures.”
“Oh, he’s, uh, also a really nice guy, very helpful, top student,” Skye said, laying groundwork for the eventual boyfriend reveal.
“I expect nothing less,” Doc Ragnarok said. “I can’t begin to tell you how excited I am to face off against someone with real credentials again, Mr. Harlan. For the past few decades it’s been nothing but greenhorns using me as a test run, well-trained but no experience, no sense of style.”
“Well, I am nothing if not experienced,” Vell said. “Stylish, however...well, this tuxedo is a rental.”
“I can tell,” Doc Ragnarok said. He let out a single boisterous bark of delighted laughter. “Ah, look at us, already bantering. I missed this.’
Doc cleared his throat again and regained his ominous supervillain demeanor, as he snapped his fingers to make the killbots flank him.
“I must begin my preparations,” he said, in a voice shockingly distinct from his earlier conversational tone. “Challenge me if you dare.”
“Excuse me a moment,” said a voice somewhere behind the killbots. Doc snapped his fingers, ordering the crowd to part again, and Helena hopped forward on her crutches. Skye glanced at Vell curiously, and he shrugged in confusion. She wasn’t supposed to be here, for multiple reasons.
“Can I help you?”
“Yes, I was just reading your book earlier, ‘Practically Evil: A Guide to Classic Villainy’,” Helena said. “It’s a great read, but what really stood out to me is the section on classic henchman archetypes, specifically ‘The Igor’?”
She held up the book in question, which Vell noted had a picture of Doc Ragnarok holding a skull on the cover, and opened it to the section in question.
“Oh yes, I understand, completely,” Doc Ragnarok said. “As I said in the section opener, that information is presented for historical context, and I strongly condemn the typecasting of differently-abled persons like yourself into such roles. Regardless of my intent, I’m sorry if I caused any offense, and if you have feedback-”
“Oh, no, you misunderstand, I’m not offended, I’m actually intrigued,” Helena said. She turned the book around to quote a specific passage. “‘An outcast, often hunchbacked or otherwise misshapen in such a way to make them a pariah, physically handicapped but mentally gifted, driven to evil by the harsh treatment of judgmental peers’. I think it’s a very fitting role for me, and I’d love to give it a try.”
Vell had several very strong opinions about that, but kept all of them to himself.
“Well, it’s a bit short notice, but I’ll never discourage anyone from following the path of evil,” Doc Ragnarok said. “And this is a training exercise, after all, perfect time for you to train. Come along, minion! The more the merrier!”
Doc Ragnarok snapped his fingers again, and the killbots fell in line, this time with Helena in tow. A procession of smaller robots followed, carrying a worrying number of power cores, ray guns, and mutagens. Not for the first time, Vell began to wonder if this was a good idea. The recurring doubts got obliterated as Skye looked over her shoulder and winked. She was worth a lot more trouble than this.

The EDM, the minimalist background, the dead green toned parka jacket with that neon pop of colour, the dark lipstick, thick eyebrows and mid 2010's insta girl look..

I'm a 20 year old girl in my second year of university and yesterday marked the end of the school year for us. Between today and yesterday I've been seen every single person I've knew outside hanging out, going to the beach,to clubs, to mountains and I feel very alone because no one invited me to do anything with them? I live in dorms so when I do meet anyone they ask me where I went or what did I do and I tell them I didn't do anything and they'd ask me where are my friends? What's making me feel sad is that my friends did make plans for today and no one remembered to invite me over and I had to realise this through Instagram stories. It hit me suddenly that even though I'm very friendly and outgoing no one considers me when they're doing anything as long as it doesn't benefits them.It struck me that I haven't been able to make a single real friend throughout my whole year, and that even those I went through thick and thin with (literally) I had to be the one to initiate everything and that me being there or not does not mean anything and it's screwing with my head a little bit.

So I see a lot of SA girls on TikTok and other social media sharing their insecurities about how they are perceived because of their race in society. I resonated with this when I was younger - so many people making videos and comments perpetuating all sorts of horrible ideas I don’t want to describe.
I would like to share some things that made me feel more comfortable in my skin and beautiful as an Indian woman who grew up in a white-majority community. A lot of these are physical and perhaps superficial, but many of these are based on mindset as well. This will be a long post.
Of course these are just my experiences and I don’t want to say that it will work for everyone, and I encourage other women in the comments to share any positive experiences/changes they’ve had as well!

Haircare routine and styling

This one takes time. But I think having healthier hair is a huge step to feeling more physically attractive. For context, I have very thick, wavy hair and used to straighten my hair to temporarily get rid of frizz - not so good on a regular basis! So I decided to do some research on my hair type, experiment w different products and routines.
What has worked excellently for me - oiling hair and leaving it overnight before a wash day, using keratin hair products, washing hair off with lukewarm to cool water, and wearing a silk bonnet at night. My hair has never felt so soft and silky and I love it! Also, I believe that for thick, long and wavy hair, a layered haircut work absolute wonders since it tends to frame the face better.
I was told that when my hair grows really long, it seems to ‘wash out’ the rest of my face because of how thick and large it is. I think the haircut part depends on your hair texture and type, but the other advice could be helpful.

Experiment with makeup as a hobby

I do know especially in Indian households, women are often discouraged from wearing too much makeup, or putting even the slightest amount of effort into their appearance. Not sure why? Many possibilities, but anyway. I believe there’s nothing wrong with trying to be more beautiful AND accomplished, even though it is a lot of pressure. There is a conflict between many South Asian parents setting very high academic+career standards with less focus on looks AND the beauty standards society sets for a woman (not to mention how much power and leverage looks can give a woman). So I thought it wasn’t an unreasonable goal to set!
I started off simple with a drugstore concealer and lash curler. Once I was in college, I had a lot of freedom to use money from my part-time job to buy more products. To treat myself, I tried tinted moisturizers, lip glosses, lipsticks, mascara, blushes, and more! Maybe I got a bit too indulgent, lol. But it was fun and helped me find a nice signature look.
For reference, I have wheatish brown skin, I think the same shade as Freida Pinto, and a round face with dry skin. A pigmented lipstick/gloss (NYX is great) with concealer, cream blush, and sometimes mascara is the sweet spot for me. I think this will vary based on your preferences. But my Indian dad, who wasn’t excited about my makeup addiction in the beginning, is more accepting and even likes some of my looks lol. Maybe because I’m an adult now, or I was stubborn.

Clothes

Maybe some of you have fashionable parents unlike me lol. I think my parents bought me things that are unflattering - didn’t complement my figure or just didn’t resonate with me. I’m sure they had their best intentions lol, just wasn’t my style. Shopped alone or with friends. Generally, I love to wear long skirts, flare pants, cardigans, anything that isn’t too revealing but still flatters the curves of my figure. Not only do I feel prettier, I also receive so many compliments on my style!
Low neck tops and “sexier” outfits are for going out with friends. I think dressing very sexy is a bit more difficult for me because of personal reasons + the conflict between South Asian and western media fashion ideals (modest vs sexed and revealing). But I personally think us South Asian girls can never go wrong with a long skirt!

Decentering Men

I feel so much more beautiful, confident, and powerful after I decided to stop pandering to men. Do not chase men and feed their egos, make sure they are the ones pursuing you. And even if you do pursue them, make sure they think they are the ones doing the pursuing. If you feel they are clingy/disrespecting boundaries repeatedly, drop them immediately. This will save much energy and peace.
Some SA men send sexually suggestive messages and expect me to show interest just because we are the same race. White men will do the same, but expect me to comply because they think Indian women as well as other POC are ‘easy’ and automatically throw themselves at any white man. This is hilarious and I block/unfollow/unadd immediately.
I also want to add that these men will try to make beautiful SA women think they are inherently undesirable because of their ethnicity and put them down. They may suggest that you shouldn’t be ‘choosy’ and should settle for any man that comes near them.
This is a way of gaining power over you. They know you wouldn’t normally pay any attention to them! So they want to bring you down and make you believe you are incapable of attracting a high value man, so that you think they are doing you a favor by going out with you. Never pay heed to this.
I know MANY South Asian women who date and even marry wealthy, well-established men (of any race) who spoil them well. When I changed my mindset, I started attracting higher value men who offer to take me out on proper dates, do the work for me, just putting in the extra effort. Focus on yourself first and you’ll attract better quality men. Never, ever settle.

Consume media that portrays SA women and their culture as beautiful

I believe the media rep of South Asian women has improved over the years, even though there are still flaws. It is comforting to see a South Asian woman to be portrayed as beautiful, but without being exoticized.
One example of this is Bridgerton, specifically the second season. South Asian women are not only shown as beautiful, but sought after and chased after, not just for their race. The characters are well-written in my opinion. In addition, I appreciate the beautiful dresses and styling of these women, in contrast to Parvati and Padma’s rather disappointing Yule Ball outfits in the HP movies.
Something else that personally works for me is watching videos or looking at pictures of cultural dance/weddings/outfits that are worn. It brings me a sense of pride for my identity.

Study what I want to, not necessarily what my parents want

There’s nothing wrong with being more than a pretty face, so here’s some academic advice. Many of us have been diligent when it comes to studying, setting goals for our career and future. The dream parents have for a doctolawyeengineer child is real.
But I think if you know of a career that is fairly lucrative and interests you that is not any of those three, you might want to pursue that instead of going with the status quo. Studying what I want has made me much more passionate and dedicated to my career than I would have been if I just did whatever my parents said. They used to be skeptical, but now they support me and have a lot of belief in me as well.
These are the things that helped me the most! It may or may not work for everyone because of the diversity of family upbringing and socio-economic circumstances, but I just wanted to share my experiences. I encourage you all to share any you have as well!

This has been driving me nuts. I read this book in the 90s but it could have been published in the 80s. It was very thick and followed the life of a girl who, I think, moved in with her grandma or aunt, befriended a local boy - they played the game button, button who’s got the button with ecstasy tabs in coke cans - and I think he looked after her.
Then she ends up on the streets but somehow opens a shop that sells cool 70s/80s things like blow up furniture and lava lamps.
Not sure what happens after that but she ends up moving to Italy with nuns and finds peace sorting out their garden.
… Any ideas welcome!

Like the title says, how do I pass with short hair? My dad is supportive (for the most part) but won't let me grow my hair out cause it's too thick and doesn't look good long which I agree with but I'm not sure how to look like a girl with short hair.

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I feel like i need to give a large amount of backstory here. I am not suicidal at this present moment however i have suffered from depression for over twenty years and the last nine years have been particularly hard. During this time though I have discovered multiple ways to pull myself out of this and they are the usual tricks; exercise, keeping brain stimulated good diet etc etc etc but what i am facing and what i believe my depression to be due to is getting horrendous and i am frequently having people making jokes about how i should kill myself and attempting to push me towards it.
Im being harrassed, abused and stalked on a daily basis, seemingly by police, military "intelligence", freemasons and various other branches of government. Not only have I had this confirmed by people in the military, but i've confronted main people involved in this and they've apologised and broken down or have given me what they know.
I've issued 9 complaints, split between my local police, my local council and the home secratary (who apparently would have had to have signed off on the types of harrassment and surveillance that they use) and had zero response. Not only do i get 0 responses, when speaking to three officers face to face (the police were called on me by an unknown person posting a video online about this) they told me there was no record of any of my complaints. I spoke to a organisation in my home town (nottingham) regarding this and they knew all to well of the types of harrassment that i was describing but told me that they are/were unable to assist with complaints regarding law enforcement etc and that i would have to hire a solicitor. i am broke. I am broke because near enough every job i've gone into since leaving the catering industry and a few before are seemingly filled with people who know exactly who i am and make a bee line for me straight off the bat, by manipulating the thoughts and opinions of people around me and doing nothing but try to hold me down and ridicule me.
It is crazy to start stating the amount of abuse and harrassment i face. Not only is the amount of abuse i face the issue, but the reason. It seems to be to do with a fire started in 1976 at st wilfrids church in wilford, nottingham (13 years before i was born) and seems to stretch all the way to the monarchy. If you think this sounds far fetched, the military, police and tax office all come under "his majesties(HM)" etc etc, meaning regardless us stating that we're controlled by government, the monarchy still runs said branches and the church... I was mutilated as a child (i knew this from about 12-14 years old and around three years ago one of the heads of the midwifry department in the hospital i was born in was arrested for having a part in over 1500 deaths and mutiliations) The types of abuse i face are vast; Car registration plates with messages from officers/undercover officers, the false conversations that are had around me constantly, the false people who get involved in my life merely to act as antagonists, i am hacked and surveilled constantly and i am let know that people watch my diary entries that i record onto my pc, at least my last two flats are repeatedly broken into, i am watched everywhere i go and seemingly inside my own flat... It seems as though every name i see on forums or content posts are a thinly veiled allegorical insult towards me...it used to be comments that were thinly veiled insults, however i would reply with some sort of allegorical insult so now it seems to be the names of posters on innocuous posts. This is the same as they used to insult me directly, however i've always been a pretty direct person so now they use allegory and groups of people because they seem to need to tell people i don't stand up for myself which i do the majority of the time, or things such as the reg plates with vehicles usually driven by the elderly or women with kids because if i confront these people it's going to make me look worse...I have actually confronted multiple people, and they give some rushed vague answer as to why they have an obvious insult towards me on their registration plate. I have also been let know twice, by people that work for the government that i have no proof and i'll be able to prove nothing. The last guy was an apparent councilor, who smiling extremely brightly said " it must be really frustrating that you have no proof". speculate all you want on my mental health but that is either a fucking wank councillor or this is another case of them attempting to wind me up. Oh and i was told by a psychiatrist that they were hoping i was going to see this as satirical...I was beaten unconscious while handcuffed one night by three riot vans full of police officers, who in the morning said it was because i matched the description of someone that was trying to break into a vehicle in a hotel car park close to where they arrested me. I don't drive and I was wearing a different coloured hoodie than the color of the hoodie they described in the morning and from what i remember, the police officer was sat on my back screaming "we know you've got something on you"...they mentioned nothing about any vehicle. I was then knocked unconscious and awoke in the morning. This is apparently what i'm supposed to find satirical. Said psychiatrist prescribed me mirtazerpine... split the letters up - mi - (r) tazer - pine...This is more of what they do because to me that equals "military intelligence tazer of the pineal gland" and it for sure made me feel brain dead and devoid of any energy therefore acting as a complete negative, so i stopped taking it after the first round. IT isa similar technique that they use with the naming of alot of drugs - co-caine...All of these organisations are based in religions and in the bible it was caine that killed able...caine killed ability...co...covert operative. weed, which we used to call theshit that grew in our gardens that strangled all the other plants... I believe that i am frequently drugged, set up to appear as shit that i'm not and the last few properties i've lived in have been repeatedly broken into. I actually fully believe that on at least three occasions they have broken into my flat/s to fuck with my cats - the reason being that i was warned that they had done this and over the next couple of days they near enough erupted in fleas and worms. They are house kittens and at the time they were around two months old. When i saw what i perceived to be a warning that they had fucked with my cats, it was another occasion where i thought, "if this comes true then this is another case of indisputable proof in my head".
I am aware, and have told people in the past that alot of this looks ridiculous. I am fully aware that people like this usually like to make their targets seem as untrustworthy/insane as possible, creating a vast amount of smoke and mirrors, such as telling me there doing this "to see how far they can push a decent man before he breaks" or that this is to do with a police officer who arrested me when i was seventeen; They arrested me for taking photos of two guys doing graffiti in an abandoned warehouse...in the interview, i told him he was talking to me like a twat and repeatedly insulted him...due to him being an overly aggressive twat that had arrested someone...for taking pictures....of two people spray painting a wall in a warehouse where we had had a party the week before, hosted by whoever the fuck. He told me they were charging me with burglary, criminal damage and breaking and entering...for taking...photos....in a warehouse that was utterly and completely trashed and had one of its ceilings caved in, was covered in graffiti and had the majority of its windows smashed in...did they think i was going to say "i'm ever so sorry". I'm not and i wont be doing, and he's still a petty piece of shit that should have been charged with wasting police time. They are also trying to make out its to do with this girl i went to school with whose father and mother are both in education and ive seen her dad leaving the freemason building which is about a five minute walk from where i live, covered in shit loads of medals and like, mr t esque chains....i was never into her...i dont think that since we left school, she would say she's been at all into me, but i dont know how it was from her side but ive had nothing but people we went to school with telling me that they think we're going to end up together, over and over and over a fucking gain. I know that she had created a fb page back back in the day, we're talking 2010 (when i discovered it) or possibly prior where she'd invited a bunch of people i know to keep tabs on me and tell her my whereabouts because i used to not respond to her messages. wtf. Oh also one of my mums best friends told me that she was trying to have me sectioned...her ex boyfriend was also sectioned. This would make alot moresense if we'd ever been together...we havent been. we hung out when we were kids and occasionally in our mid twenties. IT would be harsh to say she is nothing to me but like...i really didnt hang out with anyone from school once i left so i dont know how else to put it...There was also another website called "spicy ketchup" that was a tonne of photos of me in compromising positions (drunk etc) that was basically reeling off however much this person hated me and talking about how i couldn't "wax lyrical" and basically a tonne of insults that you could sling at any other human being. This is what i'm talking about when i'm saying that they are trying to make out it's multiple reasons but there are merely multiple reasons because they're trying to mask what it actually is. Oh and i forgot they've been trying to get me to join them for years, telling me on a ridiculous amount of occasions that i'm passing multiple tests oh and they've tried to get me to target my friends child. they told me that they stop killing me when i start killing, (killing not meaning literal murder but killing someones currently personality, which they seem to believe is a mere imprint of modern day society which conflicts with the "free" masons idea of what they think people should be...so essentially they want me to bully an eighteen year old...)i declined this bullshit offer of taking out my own torture and punching down and its obviously caused this to ramp up massively.
I could talk, for days if not weeks about everything that goes on because its about 20 shots each day. To be honest, what pisses them off them most seems to be that i keep doing what im doing and time and time again just ridicule them when they seem to think im done in. It's such a strange situation. On the one hand i faze alot of it out because i have alot of different interests, i keep myself active and i really dont give a shit about some fair weather friends/fed rat kids that wanted to do mummy and daddy proud. On the other hand i'm surrounded. at all times. stalked. harrassed. filmed. set up. physically assaulted. tortured. poisoned/drugged. Oh and more recently, since ive been complaining to the police over and over and over again and began posting youtube videos regarding what was going on, they now seem to be threatening me by telling me that they're going to fuck me if i take this to the media. I imagine that it going to be with false accusations. And why would i give a fuck? ive done nothing...therefore all they'll be able to do is slander me and why would i give a fuck about that.
There's tonnes, upon tonnes of shit ive missed out. Oh yeah this other guy i went to school with once askled me a question that i thought was strange..."would i rather have a hot woman take a dump on my chest but we were in love and together or...i forget the other question because that was the answer i chose. around twelve yearsafter this i came back from doing some travelling in europe and this couple near enoughscreamed at me "yeah well you chose for her to take a shit on your heart"...no somebody asked me a question that i thought was some sort of shit joke...no pun intended.
I am 34 and i can remember thinking something was not right when i was seven. I had a maths teacher when i was fourteen who held me back after class and told me that she had no idea what was going on but that i was intentionally being held back (i was put in the bottom group for nearly everything and my test results were constantly above average and apparently specifically for maths, based on these exams we had to do called CATS). right after this and i mean right after this, she was moved into a different class and was no longer our teacher. within a couple of months she was sacked. I have her name and i also queried all of this with my school, being one of many companies i submitted a sar (subject access request) to. They told me they had no records on me at all, much the same as the two security companies said. In my early teens, there was this guy who used to fuck with me, who i later found out was a cocaine dealer, who was the boyfriend of my mums friend. He's maybe forty-ish years older than me. He has much like the fed, shown up again and again in my life as someone seemingly fucking with me. i found out a few years ago his dad was a priest, which again, was just another "oh yeah well that makes sense" moment.
I am fully aware that i seem insane, but these people seem to be intent on deleting me from history and making it so that it even fucking looks like i dont exist. Again, this seems to be shit to do with some beef over a fucking church gazebo and for them most part, i want to know what the fuck to do. I have been speaking to mental health professionals for sixteen years and they never deem me to have any serious mental health issues, except for the guy that came with the police who wrote down that i had psychosis, which was not mentioned at all in the conversation and i believe along with the piss take medication he prescribed me and letting me know that i was going to find this funny, just thought he'd record that i was insane to further discredit me. I have mentioned this to multiple police officers and i'm on my tenth fucking complaint and i have a feeling theyre going to tell me that they have no information on me other than a couple of drunk and disorderly arrests pre nine years ago and the other two i mentioned and i have a feeling that intelligence will tell me that they can't give me any information.
Like...what do i do..? I'm an average person...i'm bright in some areas and dim in others...i'm happy sometimes i'm miserable others...im hardworking for half the time and im lazy other times...i'm creative-ish but im not a fucking slash...again no pun intended. icant see any reason that im being fucked with other than old men being stick in the mud, rapey pedo twats that are trying to keep some shit you learnatseven years old about code breaking, metaphor and simile "secret squirrel"...its not secret...it never has been, and if im as bang average or thick as you're making out i am then i probably shouldnt be deciphering everything...Again, wtf do i do about this?
p.s. ive rushed this. it doesnt seem like i have due to how long it is but this has been my whole fucking life full of being harrassed and bullied by these people.

Good evening!
I turned 26 years old on April 4th, I live independently and have a stable job I love very much, so I figured it would be a good time to look for something serious. Disclaimer: I'm Byzantine Catholic and I want to join the clergy (just saying because it might turn Latin rite ladies off).
A few things about me:
-I study history at university and should be done next year; -After this, I want to enroll into seminary to join the clergy (Byzantine Catholics don't practice priestly celibacy though and can get a spouse, just in case you didn't know); -I've been a choir member for years and singing is one of my passions. I go to the local chapel every day to practice. Perhaps I'll send you some recordings; - I serve at the altar in both the Byzantine and Latin rites as an altar servant. Maybe I'll show you my beautiful vestments; -I'm an adventurer. I've traveled to Athens by myself when I was 17, and the furthest away was California, among many other places; -I'm an avid nature enjoyer and animal lover. I can state at a bumblebee doing their job without getting bored; -I love reading and writing. It would be a plus if you'd be open to send and receive snail mail in order to build a special bond; -I work as an editor at a publishing and printing firm, and I love it very much; -I'm pretty extroverted. I love spending time with my many friends, and making new ones is usually no issue for me; -I'm loyal, serious and committed when it comes to relationships; - I game with the boys (or with you maybe?); -I love doing hands and crafts (a friend of mine and I are thinking of opening our own Etsy shop) I make prayer ropes and rosaries!
And much more!
What I'm looking for:
-Ideally a pious girl whose number one love is Christ; -A woman who wouldn't mind being the spouse of a priest and even better, actively support me in this dream; -Someone who does something creative (singing, painting, drawing, writing, etc.); -A person who is loyal and in for the long term; -Someone who wants to have children; -Someone affectionate, supportive and sweet; -Someone who agrees to all basic teachings of the Church; -Someone who is a good texter, perhaps clingy even? -Cheerful would be great!
My physical description: I've tried to make my avatar look as much like me as possible. 1.88m tall, slender, beard/moustache and long, thick hair that's usually in a bun for practical reasons. My preferred age range would be 7 years my junior or senior.
If you're looking for something serious and long term with a person with whom you can grow closer to Christ, please shoot me a message!

Hi
I feel like i need to give a large amount of backstory here. I am not suicidal at this present moment however i have suffered from depression for over twenty years and the last nine years have been particularly hard. During this time though I have discovered multiple ways to pull myself out of this and they are the usual tricks; exercise, keeping brain stimulated good diet etc etc etc but what i am facing and what i believe my depression to be due to is getting horrendous and i am frequently having people making jokes about how i should kill myself and attempting to push me towards it.
Im being harrassed, abused and stalked on a daily basis, seemingly by police, military "intelligence", freemasons and various other branches of government. Not only have I had this confirmed by people in the military, but i've confronted main people involved in this and they've apologised and broken down or have given me what they know.
I've issued 9 complaints, split between my local police, my local council and the home secratary (who apparently would have had to have signed off on the types of harrassment and surveillance that they use) and had zero response. Not only do i get 0 responses, when speaking to three officers face to face (the police were called on me by an unknown person posting a video online about this) they told me there was no record of any of my complaints. I spoke to a organisation in my home town (nottingham) regarding this and they knew all to well of the types of harrassment that i was describing but told me that they are/were unable to assist with complaints regarding law enforcement etc and that i would have to hire a solicitor. i am broke. I am broke because near enough every job i've gone into since leaving the catering industry and a few before are seemingly filled with people who know exactly who i am and make a bee line for me straight off the bat, by manipulating the thoughts and opinions of people around me and doing nothing but try to hold me down and ridicule me.
It is crazy to start stating the amount of abuse and harrassment i face. Not only is the amount of abuse i face the issue, but the reason. It seems to be to do with a fire started in 1976 at st wilfrids church in wilford, nottingham (13 years before i was born) and seems to stretch all the way to the monarchy. If you think this sounds far fetched, the military, police and tax office all come under "his majesties(HM)" etc etc, meaning regardless us stating that we're controlled by government, the monarchy still runs said branches and the church... I was mutilated as a child (i knew this from about 12-14 years old and around three years ago one of the heads of the midwifry department in the hospital i was born in was arrested for having a part in over 1500 deaths and mutiliations) The types of abuse i face are vast; Car registration plates with messages from officers/undercover officers, the false conversations that are had around me constantly, the false people who get involved in my life merely to act as antagonists, i am hacked and surveilled constantly and i am let know that people watch my diary entries that i record onto my pc, at least my last two flats are repeatedly broken into, i am watched everywhere i go and seemingly inside my own flat... It seems as though every name i see on forums or content posts are a thinly veiled allegorical insult towards me...it used to be comments that were thinly veiled insults, however i would reply with some sort of allegorical insult so now it seems to be the names of posters on innocuous posts. This is the same as they used to insult me directly, however i've always been a pretty direct person so now they use allegory and groups of people because they seem to need to tell people i don't stand up for myself which i do the majority of the time, or things such as the reg plates with vehicles usually driven by the elderly or women with kids because if i confront these people it's going to make me look worse...I have actually confronted multiple people, and they give some rushed vague answer as to why they have an obvious insult towards me on their registration plate. I have also been let know twice, by people that work for the government that i have no proof and i'll be able to prove nothing. The last guy was an apparent councilor, who smiling extremely brightly said " it must be really frustrating that you have no proof". speculate all you want on my mental health but that is either a fucking wank councillor or this is another case of them attempting to wind me up. Oh and i was told by a psychiatrist that they were hoping i was going to see this as satirical...I was beaten unconscious while handcuffed one night by three riot vans full of police officers, who in the morning said it was because i matched the description of someone that was trying to break into a vehicle in a hotel car park close to where they arrested me. I don't drive and I was wearing a different coloured hoodie than the color of the hoodie they described in the morning and from what i remember, the police officer was sat on my back screaming "we know you've got something on you"...they mentioned nothing about any vehicle. I was then knocked unconscious and awoke in the morning. This is apparently what i'm supposed to find satirical. Said psychiatrist prescribed me mirtazerpine... split the letters up - mi - (r) tazer - pine...This is more of what they do because to me that equals "military intelligence tazer of the pineal gland" and it for sure made me feel brain dead and devoid of any energy therefore acting as a complete negative, so i stopped taking it after the first round. IT isa similar technique that they use with the naming of alot of drugs - co-caine...All of these organisations are based in religions and in the bible it was caine that killed able...caine killed ability...co...covert operative. weed, which we used to call theshit that grew in our gardens that strangled all the other plants... I believe that i am frequently drugged, set up to appear as shit that i'm not and the last few properties i've lived in have been repeatedly broken into. I actually fully believe that on at least three occasions they have broken into my flat/s to fuck with my cats - the reason being that i was warned that they had done this and over the next couple of days they near enough erupted in fleas and worms. They are house kittens and at the time they were around two months old. When i saw what i perceived to be a warning that they had fucked with my cats, it was another occasion where i thought, "if this comes true then this is another case of indisputable proof in my head".
I am aware, and have told people in the past that alot of this looks ridiculous. I am fully aware that people like this usually like to make their targets seem as untrustworthy/insane as possible, creating a vast amount of smoke and mirrors, such as telling me there doing this "to see how far they can push a decent man before he breaks" or that this is to do with a police officer who arrested me when i was seventeen; They arrested me for taking photos of two guys doing graffiti in an abandoned warehouse...in the interview, i told him he was talking to me like a twat and repeatedly insulted him...due to him being an overly aggressive twat that had arrested someone...for taking pictures....of two people spray painting a wall in a warehouse where we had had a party the week before, hosted by whoever the fuck. He told me they were charging me with burglary, criminal damage and breaking and entering...for taking...photos....in a warehouse that was utterly and completely trashed and had one of its ceilings caved in, was covered in graffiti and had the majority of its windows smashed in...did they think i was going to say "i'm ever so sorry". I'm not and i wont be doing, and he's still a petty piece of shit that should have been charged with wasting police time. They are also trying to make out its to do with this girl i went to school with whose father and mother are both in education and ive seen her dad leaving the freemason building which is about a five minute walk from where i live, covered in shit loads of medals and like, mr t esque chains....i was never into her...i dont think that since we left school, she would say she's been at all into me, but i dont know how it was from her side but ive had nothing but people we went to school with telling me that they think we're going to end up together, over and over and over a fucking gain. I know that she had created a fb page back back in the day, we're talking 2010 (when i discovered it) or possibly prior where she'd invited a bunch of people i know to keep tabs on me and tell her my whereabouts because i used to not respond to her messages. wtf. Oh also one of my mums best friends told me that she was trying to have me sectioned...her ex boyfriend was also sectioned. This would make alot moresense if we'd ever been together...we havent been. we hung out when we were kids and occasionally in our mid twenties. IT would be harsh to say she is nothing to me but like...i really didnt hang out with anyone from school once i left so i dont know how else to put it...There was also another website called "spicy ketchup" that was a tonne of photos of me in compromising positions (drunk etc) that was basically reeling off however much this person hated me and talking about how i couldn't "wax lyrical" and basically a tonne of insults that you could sling at any other human being. This is what i'm talking about when i'm saying that they are trying to make out it's multiple reasons but there are merely multiple reasons because they're trying to mask what it actually is. Oh and i forgot they've been trying to get me to join them for years, telling me on a ridiculous amount of occasions that i'm passing multiple tests oh and they've tried to get me to target my friends child. they told me that they stop killing me when i start killing, (killing not meaning literal murder but killing someones currently personality, which they seem to believe is a mere imprint of modern day society which conflicts with the "free" masons idea of what they think people should be...so essentially they want me to bully an eighteen year old...)i declined this bullshit offer of taking out my own torture and punching down and its obviously caused this to ramp up massively.
I could talk, for days if not weeks about everything that goes on because its about 20 shots each day. To be honest, what pisses them off them most seems to be that i keep doing what im doing and time and time again just ridicule them when they seem to think im done in. It's such a strange situation. On the one hand i faze alot of it out because i have alot of different interests, i keep myself active and i really dont give a shit about some fair weather friends/fed rat kids that wanted to do mummy and daddy proud. On the other hand i'm surrounded. at all times. stalked. harrassed. filmed. set up. physically assaulted. tortured. poisoned/drugged. Oh and more recently, since ive been complaining to the police over and over and over again and began posting youtube videos regarding what was going on, they now seem to be threatening me by telling me that they're going to fuck me if i take this to the media. I imagine that it going to be with false accusations. And why would i give a fuck? ive done nothing...therefore all they'll be able to do is slander me and why would i give a fuck about that.
There's tonnes, upon tonnes of shit ive missed out. Oh yeah this other guy i went to school with once askled me a question that i thought was strange..."would i rather have a hot woman take a dump on my chest but we were in love and together or...i forget the other question because that was the answer i chose. around twelve yearsafter this i came back from doing some travelling in europe and this couple near enoughscreamed at me "yeah well you chose for her to take a shit on your heart"...no somebody asked me a question that i thought was some sort of shit joke...no pun intended.
I am 34 and i can remember thinking something was not right when i was seven. I had a maths teacher when i was fourteen who held me back after class and told me that she had no idea what was going on but that i was intentionally being held back (i was put in the bottom group for nearly everything and my test results were constantly above average and apparently specifically for maths, based on these exams we had to do called CATS). right after this and i mean right after this, she was moved into a different class and was no longer our teacher. within a couple of months she was sacked. I have her name and i also queried all of this with my school, being one of many companies i submitted a sar (subject access request) to. They told me they had no records on me at all, much the same as the two security companies said. In my early teens, there was this guy who used to fuck with me, who i later found out was a cocaine dealer, who was the boyfriend of my mums friend. He's maybe forty-ish years older than me. He has much like the fed, shown up again and again in my life as someone seemingly fucking with me. i found out a few years ago his dad was a priest, which again, was just another "oh yeah well that makes sense" moment.
I am fully aware that i seem insane, but these people seem to be intent on deleting me from history and making it so that it even fucking looks like i dont exist. Again, this seems to be shit to do with some beef over a fucking church gazebo and for them most part, i want to know what the fuck to do. I have been speaking to mental health professionals for sixteen years and they never deem me to have any serious mental health issues, except for the guy that came with the police who wrote down that i had psychosis, which was not mentioned at all in the conversation and i believe along with the piss take medication he prescribed me and letting me know that i was going to find this funny, just thought he'd record that i was insane to further discredit me. I have mentioned this to multiple police officers and i'm on my tenth fucking complaint and i have a feeling theyre going to tell me that they have no information on me other than a couple of drunk and disorderly arrests pre nine years ago and the other two i mentioned and i have a feeling that intelligence will tell me that they can't give me any information.
Like...what do i do..? I'm an average person...i'm bright in some areas and dim in others...i'm happy sometimes i'm miserable others...im hardworking for half the time and im lazy other times...i'm creative-ish but im not a fucking slash...again no pun intended. icant see any reason that im being fucked with other than old men being stick in the mud, rapey pedo twats that are trying to keep some shit you learnatseven years old about code breaking, metaphor and simile "secret squirrel"...its not secret...it never has been, and if im as bang average or thick as you're making out i am then i probably shouldnt be deciphering everything...Again, wtf do i do about this?
p.s. ive rushed this. it doesnt seem like i have due to how long it is but this has been my whole fucking life full of being harrassed and bullied by these people.

Good evening!
I turned 26 years old on April 4th, I live independently and have a stable job I love very much, so I figured it would be a good time to look for something serious. Disclaimer: I'm Byzantine Catholic and I want to join the clergy (just saying because it might turn Latin rite ladies off).
A few things about me:
-I study history at university and should be done next year; -After this, I want to enroll into seminary to join the clergy (Byzantine Catholics don't practice priestly celibacy though and can get a spouse, just in case you didn't know); -I've been a choir member for years and singing is one of my passions. I go to the local chapel every day to practice. Perhaps I'll send you some recordings; - I serve at the altar in both the Byzantine and Latin rites as an altar servant. Maybe I'll show you my beautiful vestments; -I'm an adventurer. I've traveled to Athens by myself when I was 17, and the furthest away was California, among many other places; -I'm an avid nature enjoyer and animal lover. I can state at a bumblebee doing their job without getting bored; -I love reading and writing. It would be a plus if you'd be open to send and receive snail mail in order to build a special bond; -I work as an editor at a publishing and printing firm, and I love it very much; -I'm pretty extroverted. I love spending time with my many friends, and making new ones is usually no issue for me; -I'm loyal, serious and committed when it comes to relationships; - I game with the boys (or with you maybe?); -I love doing hands and crafts (a friend of mine and I are thinking of opening our own Etsy shop) I make prayer ropes and rosaries!
And much more!
What I'm looking for:
-Ideally a pious girl whose number one love is Christ; -A woman who wouldn't mind being the spouse of a priest and even better, actively support me in this dream; -Someone who does something creative (singing, painting, drawing, writing, etc.); -A person who is loyal and in for the long term; -Someone who wants to have children; -Someone affectionate, supportive and sweet; -Someone who agrees to all basic teachings of the Church; -Someone who is a good texter, perhaps clingy even? -Cheerful would be great!
My physical description: I've tried to make my avatar look as much like me as possible. 1.88m tall, slender, beard/moustache and long, thick hair that's usually in a bun for practical reasons. My preferred age range would be 7 years my junior or senior.
If you're looking for something serious and long term with a person with whom you can grow closer to Christ, please shoot me a message!

I (27F) have not spoken to my (75?F) Aunt Lucy in 8+ Years, since my 1YR of College. Buckle up, this has been my whole life – I’ll try and sum it up the best I can – all names are fake, obviously.
My dad (Jack), her brother, died when I was 5. Important, my mom is Asian, and despite being the smartest woman I know, speaks English with a pretty heavy accent. Despite being very successful in her home country, she knew that I wouldn't survive there as a mixed kid. So she stayed. As a single mom, She worked her ass off at a job well below her intelligence to provide for me and managed to make sure I always had what I needed. It was hard but we managed. The summers were hard, as she couldn’t get childcare, so I stayed with Lucy and her husband every summer from 6-8yrs old.
Loved it as a kid, looking back as an adult, it was toxic AF. Ignoring the fact that its was ULTRA religious (like at 7 I shot a rifle at Bible Camp (obvi this is in the US)) Lucy told me things that I should not have heard at that age. Examples:

My mom was my dad's 2nd wife. He married another Asian, so I might have some siblings. Also heavily implied my Dad just liked Asian women.
Bc my Mom isn’t Christian, it was up to me to turn her. And if I didn't, she was going to Hell when she died. Reminder my Dad had just died.
“How can you understand your mom, her accent is so thick.” And how does your Mom pay for things? Is she going to remarry?
How she had always wanted a daughter and how similar we were. How I was "her girl" and I could always stay for longer. In Uni I could come live with her and go to the local Uni.

I asked my mom everything when I got back home. My mom gave her 3 changes and at 9, I went to family friends instead. But we kept in touch.
Jump forward to my 1YR at Uni, Lucy’s son (cousin Pete) went to prison for spousal abuse (2^nd wife). Lucy did not take it well. She vehemently lied about the wife. Would call me late at night, asking if she was a good mom. Then reposted pictures of me on socials saying “This is OP. We raised her after Jack, my brother, died. We are so proud that she got into [Uni]”
I am very protective of my mom. So, when I saw this, I went a little nuclear. I wrote Lucy a lengthy letter about how my mom raised me got me into Uni, not her. How I wasn't a pawn to reclaim her reputation. What Pete did (and her blaming the victim) was evil. I cut her entirely out of my life. And I wasn’t the only one. Pete’s son (1^st Wife’s) and Sam (Pete's brothe Lucy's son) also cut her (and Pete) out of their lives. My mom and others have tried to get me to forgive because 'family' and Lucy/ Pete were never bad to *me*. But we are not budging.
8yrs later, my other Aunt (Lucy’s sister) Ann’s husband died and I went to the funeral. I very nervous to see Pete and Lucy again. Luckily Pete couldn’t come (3^rd Wife’s kid was sick or something). I was there to support Ann, so I ignored Lucy. But Lucy’s husband was there and we talked. I forgot how much I missed my uncle. But before he could even bring up talking to Lucy, I told him that I needed to protect myself and wasn't going to put myself in a position to have my boundaries taken advantage of. He looked so hurt and they left shortly after.
About a week later, she emailed me for the first time in years, with some pictures of my (long dead) grandparents. Lucy and my remaining uncle are getting so old and look pretty frail. Should I forgive and forget? I feel like that’s the adult thing to do. But, I feel so much rage when I think about her and her son. It doesn't help that I'm getting married soon, and now there are questions of the guest list.
*She's done other fucked up things, I suspect she also may have tried to initiate a custody battle over me. Too long to go into here.
TLDR: I cut my Aunt out of my life almost a decade ago and took her son and grandson with me after her other son committed spousal abuse. I saw her again recently, and now there has been some pressure to let her back in now that she is older and more frail. I also don’t want to invite her to my wedding?

I'm a divorced guy, starting the next chapter in my life, and I'm seeking my forever person. Pics in my profile. About me:

I do not want kids. No compromise on this. I wish to live childfree and am seeking a partner who desires the same.
I am a leftist, progressive socialist. I am strongly pro-LGBTQIA+. BLM. ACAB.
I'm an atheist, humanist, secularist and am staunchly pro-science. I want to believe as many true things and as few false things as I can.
I’m a big nerd. I love books, comics, movies, games of all sorts, including video and tabletop. I love pop culture, especially from decades past. I quote a lot of movies and shows. I collect toys. I’m a big kid at heart, reclaiming what I never had as a child.
I’m an abuse survivor. I am strongly interested in and a proponent of mental health.
I’m a dog lover. I have two now and will likely always have dogs in my life, as I see them as an essential part of my happiness. Unfortunately, I am highly allergic to cats.
I’m mildly autistic; I can pass pretty easily. I’m sensitive and introverted and have a limited amount of spoons to spend on social stuff. I’m a homebody, and like my peace and quiet, though I’m happy to share that with a like-minded person.
I am honest, direct, forthright, and have a strong ethical compass. I am very much in touch with my emotions. I strive never to fall into the traps of toxic masculinity. I value the truth, and am a proponent of clear, open communication in a relationship.
My love languages are acts of service, touch, and words of affirmation.
I am seeking monogamy only.
I am sober; I don't drink, smoke, or do drugs.
I’m in Kentucky right now but I’m pretty eager to move elsewhere eventually. My job is remote so I can go pretty much where I want. So I’m down for an LDR, at first. But please be willing/able to travel if you’re far away.
Some people really care about height; I'm tall, 6'4".
Lastly, I am fat. I’m not looking to change that right now. Loving myself as I am. I’m also into fat liberation, and ending the stigma against large bodies. I believe everyone deserves to be treated with dignity and respect, and to find love and sex, regardless of their size.

I cordially invite you to reply if:

You know what you are looking for and are not interested in games. You're seeking a serious relationship that will last.
You are honest, authentic, grounded, and seeking the same sort of things I am. You are able to be vulnerable and are good at communicating.
You are neurodivergent or comfortable with those who are.
You're a homebody, a couch potato, someone who likes staying in and watching a show together rather than going on a lot of outdoor adventures.
You are non-religious.
You are politically left-leaning.
You are childfree.
You're sober and a non-smoker.
You're geeky, nerdy, crafty, having special interests, hobbies, and obsessions you're eager to share.
You are sex-positive & body-positive.
You are emotionally intelligent, emotionally available, and good at communicating.
You are stable in your life enough to pursue a long-term and likely long-distance relationship.
You are plus-size, a BBW, thick, curvy, or whatever term suits you best; I like big girls.

Bonus points if any of the following apply to you: you bake, you like ASMR, you're a fan of Tolkien/Lord of the Rings, you play RPGs, you play video games, you like 80s and 90s pop culture, you're a redhead, you wear glasses, you're a dog lover, you have a southern accent, you got a phat booty.
Seeking ladies between 30-50, though that's not set in stone if the connection works. A pic of you in your initial message is highly appreciated if possible.

I'm a divorced guy, starting the next chapter in my life, and I'm seeking my forever person. Pics in my profile. About me:

I do not want kids. No compromise on this. I wish to live childfree and am seeking a partner who desires the same.
I am a leftist, progressive socialist. I am strongly pro-LGBTQIA+. BLM. ACAB.
I'm an atheist, humanist, secularist and am staunchly pro-science. I want to believe as many true things and as few false things as I can.
I’m a big nerd. I love books, comics, movies, games of all sorts, including video and tabletop. I love pop culture, especially from decades past. I quote a lot of movies and shows. I collect toys. I’m a big kid at heart, reclaiming what I never had as a child.
I’m an abuse survivor. I am strongly interested in and a proponent of mental health.
I’m a dog lover. I have two now and will likely always have dogs in my life, as I see them as an essential part of my happiness. Unfortunately, I am highly allergic to cats.
I’m mildly autistic; I can pass pretty easily. I’m sensitive and introverted and have a limited amount of spoons to spend on social stuff. I’m a homebody, and like my peace and quiet, though I’m happy to share that with a like-minded person.
I am honest, direct, forthright, and have a strong ethical compass. I am very much in touch with my emotions. I strive never to fall into the traps of toxic masculinity. I value the truth, and am a proponent of clear, open communication in a relationship.
My love languages are acts of service, touch, and words of affirmation.
I am seeking monogamy only.
I am sober; I don't drink, smoke, or do drugs.
I’m in Kentucky right now but I’m pretty eager to move elsewhere eventually. My job is remote so I can go pretty much where I want. So I’m down for an LDR, at first. But please be willing/able to travel if you’re far away.
Some people really care about height; I'm tall, 6'4".
Lastly, I am fat. I’m not looking to change that right now. Loving myself as I am. I’m also into fat liberation, and ending the stigma against large bodies. I believe everyone deserves to be treated with dignity and respect, and to find love and sex, regardless of their size.

I cordially invite you to reply if:

You know what you are looking for and are not interested in games. You're seeking a serious relationship that will last.
You are honest, authentic, grounded, and seeking the same sort of things I am. You are able to be vulnerable and are good at communicating.
You are neurodivergent or comfortable with those who are.
You're a homebody, a couch potato, someone who likes staying in and watching a show together rather than going on a lot of outdoor adventures.
You are non-religious.
You are politically left-leaning.
You are childfree.
You're sober and a non-smoker.
You're geeky, nerdy, crafty, having special interests, hobbies, and obsessions you're eager to share.
You are sex-positive, body-positive, and kink-friendly.
You are emotionally intelligent, emotionally available, and good at communicating.
You are stable in your life enough to pursue a long-term and likely long-distance relationship.
You are plus-size, a BBW, thick, curvy, or whatever term suits you best; I like big girls.

Bonus points if any of the following apply to you: you bake, you like ASMR, you're a fan of Tolkien/Lord of the Rings, you play RPGs, you play video games, you like 80s and 90s pop culture, you're a redhead, you wear glasses, you're a dog lover, you have a southern accent, you got a phat booty.
Seeking ladies between 30-50, though that's not set in stone if the connection works. A pic of you in your initial message is highly appreciated if possible.

I don't feel like my in-laws respect me at all, and it's been years of observing these patterns of lack of decent care. My daughter (8) spends the night once or twice per month at my husband's parents house. My MIL is typically the one responsible for caring for my daughter, I can't rely on FIL to do anything. When my daughter was younger, MIL would babysit and I'd always bring a packed lunch for her. The lunch would always go untouched, even after pointing it out. I can't tell you how many soggy PBJs I've had to throw away because MIL would feed my daughter something else, or just forget to feed her altogether. When my daughter would spend the night, upon picking her up, she'd still be wearing yesterday's clothes, meaning she slept in them, and her hair is unbrushed. My daughter has super long, butt length hair that NEEDS brushed every day, no exceptions. It's very thick and if it doesn't get brushed even one day, her hair takes me about 30 minutes to fully brush through. I'd always pack a toothbrush, then found out MIL was having my daughter use this old toothbrush that's been sitting in the bathroom for years. I sneakily threw it away one day, because that's absolutely appalling.
Funny thing is, my MIL is a caregiver at a facility for mentally handicapped people. It's her job to make sure they're clean, dressed and fed. I think she's a supervisor now, but I know she spent years actually caring for the individuals. It's baffling to me that this knowledge and experience doesn't translate into her grandmother job. My daughter isn't mentally handicapped or anything, but she's only 8, she can't be expected to automatically get dressed and brush her hair, or to reach for her own lunch we brought. Occasionally she'll mention that she asked my daughter to get dressed, and my daughter would protest. Then the subject would get dropped. Like, OF COURSE a small child is going to protest basic rules. They're TESTING YOU to see if you have any boundaries. You're showing her that you don't have boundaries and that she can always get her way.
I'm just trying to build a good foundation for my daughter, to teach her some basic self respect, get into good habits of good hygeine and caring about herself, and I seem to be the only one who cares. My husband doesn't think it's a big deal. He also isn't the one tasked with brushing her hair every day like I am. On the rare occasion he brushes her hair, he gets about halfway through and gives up. I point out that he gets dressed every morning, he doesn't have to brush his hair but he still makes sure it looks good, he cares about how he looks. Why do you not care that your daughter doesn't care how she looks? How do you suppose she'll understand how to care about these things if we're not implementing them now?
It all came to a head this weekend when my daughter spent the weekend at the in-laws camping with them and my husband's sister's family. She's 9 years older than us and her kids are much older now. Not to mention, they're all boys. My daughter is the only girl in the family right now; no one in the family has ever dealt with hair like hers. My daughter spent the night with everyone then my husband and I came the next day, in the afternoon. My daughter was still wearing the same clothes, and they were wet. Hair is a damn rat's nest. Everyone was just hanging out, all the adults were talking and my daughter suddenly gets into a very bad mood when she found out my husband and I brought some Doritos that weren't the usual flavor we get. Like, unusually bad, she's throwing sticks around from the campfire and storming around, extremely pissed because we brought the wrong chips. I asked her, what did you eat today? She said basically nothing. MIL pops up and said she had half a biscuit with some jelly and a few bites of cereal she didn't like. "She just wanted to keep playing!" MIL said cheerfully. I checked the clock and it was 2:30 in the afternoon. I'm like, does she at least have a water bottle around? Did you bother with any sunscreen? Everyone's been outside all day. Especially if she's running around, she needs decent food and water so she doesn't devolve into this terror that throws sticks around. My daughter isn't like this. Husband goes inside to find something to feed her. I'd long given up on bringing my own food for her by this point, but I really wish I did. MIL comes out a few minutes later with three mozzarella sticks that are absolutley glued to the plate from being in the microwave too long, and a giant orange that she'd only cut in half like a grapefruit. My husband peeled the orange and finished slicing it up, and the mozzarella sticks ended up in the trash, inedible. I KNOW my MIL isn't this unintelligent.
My FIL and SIL are real good at running their mouths and are constantly saying bad things about other people who are in the family, but not really in the family. Every time I'm around these people, they're making jokes at others expenses, but never make jokes about anyone that was born into the family. They only make jokes about people who have married into the family, like me. Given that I've heard "jokes" (rather, insults) about damn near every other person who has married into the family, I often wonder what they say about me behind my back. I've seen this happen over and over for 12 years, I've been married into the family for 8 years now. I literally never know what to say about these insults so I sit quietly while everyone else is roaring with laughter. My husband doesn't participate in this, that I'm aware of. My husband's cousin was talking about her dad, someone she doesn't see often because she's attached to her mom and they've been divorced since she was little, and FIL made a joke about the cousin's dad not being very smart. He doubles down and says he's not very bright, just repeating what he's saying, trying to make eye contact with anyone until someone acknowledges his "joke" and laughs at it. FIL loves talking shit about the cousin's husband, too, as they're currently going through a divorce. MIL actually had to tell him to stop because the son was right there, hearing terrible things said about his dad. SIL was talking about some board game they were all playing recently, I didn't hear what it was, but SIL kept saying it was an inappropriate game. She was kind of laughing it off like playing this game was just a wild idea. Someone asked who brought the game, SIL said (her son's fiancé's name) and said, does THAT tell you much? It's definitely not a secret SIL doesn't like her son's fiancé, but never says anything to her face. The fiance has become a friend of mine and told me SIL told her son she didn't like the wedding dress. I sided with fiance like yeah, it's really not her business and her opinions should just be kept to herself. But SIL likes running her mouth. She's a midwife and I've overheard plenty of conversations of her on the phone with other midwives saying ridiculous things about her patients and generally just having a shitty attitude. She was my midwife too, so I wonder, what have you said about me behind my back?
Today I found out SIL's oldest son just bought a house and apparently took my daughter to see it while they were camping. SIL didn't bother mentioning it to me or my husband. MIL didn't mention it either, and she was the one who was supposed to be watching my daughter. They had an entire day to bring it up and they didn't. Idk how my daughter didn't even mention it until today. I don't even care that they took her, but I'd like to know about it. Just a quick Hey! Going on a little field trip to see a new house! The most respectful thing would be to ask for permission, but I realize I'm in too deep to ever expect THAT. But I need to know where my daughter is. Can't I at least expect that?
I've brought up all these issues to my husband several times and nothing gets done about it. It happens over and over again and I'm truly so sick of it. I try to be a reasonable person, I try to mull over my feelings and try to make them make sense, try to calm myself down, but the conclusion I always come to is that I'm not respected in this family because I wasn't born into it. My husband's cousin's son is a couple years younger than my daughter and my in-laws are CONSTANTLY asking permission from the cousin about things with her son. Since my daughter was born I tried establishing certain rules about sugary foods and just expressing my general concerns about things I find important for child development, and those rules were always broken. For SOME reason, (maybe because she was born into the family,) the cousin's rules for her son are absolutely respected, and they're pretty much the same rules I had. All weekend long I heard several questions to the cousin about her son, and thinking to myself huh, you've never bothered to ask me that. You'd just do it, sometimes you'd say, hope that's ok, with a sheepish, fake apologetic smile.
Am I wrong to expect my husband to be on board with me, and to unequivocally devote his loyalty to me and our daughter over his biological family? He doesn't like confrontation, and the slighest thing makes his mom sob. These are just the latest examples but I feel like I can write a novel at this point. Am I wrong to expect him to get his family on OUR page, and to show a little more repect for the way we're raising our kid? I would never expect him to handle issues with my family. We don't even see my family as much as we see his so his in-law experience has been pretty damn easy. My in-law experience has been quite hellish and I simply can't take it anymore. Am I overreacting?
TL;DR I don't feel respected by my in-laws and my husband doesn't seem to care.

So, this has been going on for a while now. I met this amazing girl back in August of 2023 in a university club. I didn’t realized I had feelings for her until late October and I ended up asking her out in December once I was able to build up my courage. She enthusiastically agreed to go out and our first date was super fun. We went to the bowling alley where she destroyed me in every arcade game but I got a new pb in bowling that day.
Afterwards we went and ate at a restaurant that was coincidentally both our favorite restaurant. We talked there until the restaurant had to close, I offered to teach her to oil paint, she assumed that I meant right then and there at my place but I said it was getting a little late and we should probably call it a night. She looked a little bummed I won’t like, but I told her we could paint next time.
So we did exactly that, our next date was on our campus, I had baked us some cookies and made us some hot cocoa from scratch. We painted for a long time, hers was a lot better than mine… but we had a great time. Then the time came to end the night and she told me she had a wonderful time and thought I was an amazing guy but said something like “I thought about it over the break, and I don’t think I can date right now, but I would love to still be your friend” I took it as best as I could and told her it was ok and we both headed home.
She sent me a text as soon as I got home saying how she couldn’t get the right words out then in person so she wanted to clarify some things. She said “I’m just not interested in dating anyone right now, period.” This really baffled me at the time and it made me feel like I was the issue.
In the past, I’ve been lead on by someone so they could use me for emotional comfort. This girl and I actually talked about our past relationships on our first date. I learned that she had 2 exes but I wasn’t aware at the time at how recently she had broken up with her ex. But her and I bonded over being manipulated by our past partners and talking about our ideal relationship.
Anyways, I truly do enjoy her as a friend. So I wanted to respect her wishes and I didn’t ask her out again. The most I did was during Valentine’s Day I carved her a little charm to take with her on a long trip for one of her other clubs. She loved it a lot, I planned on just giving it to her and leaving but every time I tried to get up she’d insist we keep talking, so we did for a few more hours until she had to go to a meeting.
My feelings got the better of me and I sent her a long text describing how much I respected her and felt like maybe I was the issue to why things didn’t work out. I really regret sending this, but she was very respectful and replied with her saying that it absolutely wasn’t my fault and it’s something with her that she did not go into detail with.
Fast foward a bit, here we are in summer. We’ve only grown closer and she’s told me more about her exes over time. I never prodded her for this info, it usually just naturally came up in conversation. Turns out she broke up with her ex only a few months before we went out for the first time. This was because he was extremely awkward with her family and really wanted nothing to do with them. He embarrassed her in front of her whole family and we was absolutely way too attached to her.
Now, we have been hanging out together every week. We would normally hang out with other members of our club but now its just her and I. She comes over and brings me ingredients to cook with and I cook for the both of us. Afterwards we relax on the couch and watch some shows together. We get really close, the tension is really thick but I don't want to accidentally read the wrong signals and make a move.
The last time she was over was last Saturday. My dog jumped up between us on the couch as we were watching JoJo. I wrapped my arm around my dog but as I was doing so i nearly wrapped my arm around her too, it felt so natural but I realized what I was doing and I readjusted my arm so it was just around my dog. Later we end up leaning against each other's shoulders, I REALLY wanted to wrap my arm around her or just straight up ask her if it was ok if I held her but I just don't know.
Also, last time she came over, she surprised me with cheesecake that she had baked herself. She made little mini cakes for my entire household. She teased she was making them beforehand but I had no idea they were for me and my family.
There are plenty of other scenarios where the tension between us has been high, but I've already been kinda ranting so I don't want to go into the nitty gritty. I will edit the post if there's need for the smaller things.
Something I have forgotten to mention is that we have a lot of mutual friends in our club, as a matter of fact I am the new President of the club and she is the Vice President. Whenever we hang out with just us two, we don't really tell our other friends about it. Nobody in our close friend group of the club knows we went out before or that we hang out often now. I'm not sure if I should take anything from this, I know she tells her parents and some of her friends about me. I remember going to her house for the first time to help her unload some things along with a few other of the club members and she introduced everyone to her mom and when she got to me she said "You already know this guy" even though I have not met her mother before.
I could just be completely delusional, maybe she's not dropping any hints. If thats the case I am perfectly content with her and I hanging out, the last thing I want is to lose such a great friend I've made. I don't want her to feel pressured into dating again, the real reason as to why she isn't interested in dating frankly isn't my business. I can narrow it down to a few things all of which are pretty understandable. Such as her working 2 jobs while being in like 3 clubs and having to deal with school on top of that. I am just really grateful she's here.
So TL;DR, Girl I went out with a few months ago said she wasn't interested in dating, we hang out a lot more now and I feel like I should make a move to see if that's changed or not but I don't know how to.