Hello fellow Redditors looking for a partner in crime! I'm a 30 year old with a stable career in finance. I am ready to start dating as I'd like to find someone to share my life with, so thought I'd give this a try !
I can be funny, witty, smart, charming and chivalrous. Am not athletic or a regular gym person but I am slim and fit.
I am told that am a can inspire,motivate and empower people. I can hold the most serious conversation and discuss the universe with you or I can clown around if that makes you happy to keep the mood light.
For fun I enjoy spending time with my family and friends, traveling, putting together puzzles, listening to music, upgrading or repairing my electronic devices, reading, going to the movies or just watching Netflix! I am a big 'ol fan of spreadsheets so let me know if we can geek out together over the best way to analyze data with them!
DEAL BREAKERS
I'm a nerd that loves efficiencies so let me hit you with the dealbreakers I need first so we don't waste our time: - You are Strictly over 25 (that’s the lowest I’ll consider although my preferred range is 28-38) - single - willing to endure long distance communications (text and / or voice or video) while I work on relocating closer to you - I am a work in progress figuring out life and don't have it all together just yet, so I don't mind you being a work in progress
All of these are not to knock anyone in a different situation, but just to find someone that has a good chance of making it past an introduction .
Things I am also looking for: a woman that's kind, smart, takes initiative, wants a healthy relationship, takes care of herself, has the time to build a relationship, and seeks an equal partner in life's adventures.
Plus points for intellect. Things like: * How you think; * How you respond - (basic Grammar and spelling); * What are your views on things around us; * How you carry out a conversation; * How you type your messages; * If you notice the details; * The idea is I get to know you better.
If you've made it this far, thank you for spending your time and effort! If you think we might be a good fit please reach out and , and I'll reply (as soon as possible) ! I look forward to receiving your thoughtful and inquisitive responses.
If any of the above appeals to you or you wish to make enquiries , please send me a Reddit Chat (Preferred) or Direct Message
Thank you once again for taking the time to read this.
Here's a sample introduction: "Hello there, I am Katherine, 30 years old, from Melbourne, Australia. I found your post interesting and hope to get to know you better."
Yours truly Neel

I have a 91 300zx NA that I got in non-running condition. So far I got the car to run pretty well after dropping almost 900 dollars on parts but there is still a problem that I can't figure out. From all my reasurch I believe I have all my vacuum leaks fixed from replacing all my vacuum lines and everything, but the car still won't idle I found out that the idle air screw is missing and I sealed the hole off not damaging it or anything like that, I have also tried letting different amounts of air through the hole but nothing is working. I found online that it is supposed to idle around 1100 to 1200 rpm while cold and 700 to 800 rpm while warm but at 800 rpm and warm the engine vibrates a good amount. As of right now the car will only idle for like 10 seconds max while hot or cold the rpms slowly dip till it shuts off. I have asked many people about how to fix it and tried many different things. Could you tell me any reason you can think of that will cause this maybe a vacuum line that's not shown on most repair manuals that might have caused you trouble. If you could also tell me where to get a idle air screw without dropping 600 on a new module, or going to a junk yard cause there are only 3 near me and none have a 300zx, or if you could tell me how to fabricate one, or send me a picture of the one in your car so I could make it off of the Pic you send that would be a major help.

I do want to point out that this dream isn’t necessarily very funny or weird, it’s kind of just odd…
So basically it all started with me standing in the middle of a field in what I assumed was the middle of nowhere. However I wasn’t alone, because there were multiple other people there, ranging from people my age to around Danny and Drew’s age. Both of my parents, my brother and my ex-English teacher was there for some reason. Oh yeah and Danny and Drew were there as well.
I think they were making a video (which I’d already seen even though it had ent been released?) and it was about a haunted house someone made for Danny and Drew, in which they sort of swore to curse them and ruin their lives or whatever.
For some reason none of the other people there reacted to their presence, despite being there because of the video. But being a fan of them I decided to go up and talk to them.
Drew was a bit strange and refused to take a photo with me until I asked “Can you take a photo with me?” Rather than “Can I take a photo with you?”, and Danny was even stranger since he left the second I approached them even though I was talking to both of them. Complete ignored me when I greeted him, turned around, and left with nothing but a stale smile on his face.
But it didn’t really bother me, I figured they were only joking, so I got my photo with Drew (which my English teacher helped take) but as I turn to look at Drew a wild Danny appeard! I wasn’t upset though, because I’m a fan of both of them and the picture turned out great. It did look a bit odd since Danny was standing a bit to the side, arms and legs completely straight, staring right into the camera while me and Drew stood closer together with our arms crossed.
We started talking a bit, I tried to make a few references but couldn’t remember anything, we watched a few kids scamming each other, Drew attacked me with a pencil as Danny just sat and watched, I told Drew I’d started watching Lost because of his video and then I had to leave.
I’d say it was a 10/10 meeting and it feels like this is how they normally react to meeting a fan. Was very disappointed when I woke up.
TLDR: I met Danny and Drew in a dream. Danny avoided me and Drew attacked me. No regrets.

I have several thoughts about where they all ended up so I’m just gonna dump them all here:
Jay and Gloria: Love them, they grew closer and more in love. Jay went from being a homophobic and xenophobic AH to an amazing involved husband, father, and grandfather. Gloria didn’t have too much development but the support Jay gave her in realizing aging is okay was adorable to see, and I always loved her. Other than being an overbearing mom but she definitely starting to let go.
Manny: He was cute in the beginning but became an insufferable snob. Though i do applaud his relationship development with Jay he needs some more growing up to do but we haven’t seen that (yet🤞).
Joe: He was funny but there wasn’t much substance to his character as he was so young.
Cam: I do not like him. Throughout the show he was always “woe is me” and acted as if he knew what was best for everyone else. In the end he got everything he wanted at the sacrifice almost everything Mitch had wanted. He was not a good husband or father to Lily once she got older.
Mitchel: I like him well enough, he is a supportive husband. However he gave up wayyyy too much for Cam. In a stark contrast, he was also not very involved with Lily, why on earth they decided on adopting another baby is beyond me.
Lily: Her childhood moments were hilarious, and the moody snarky teen she became is not uncommon, particularly in her situation. Her dads did not pay her much attention as they were constantly super involved in their own lives once she grew up. Wish I got to see more of her.
Baby boy: I forgot his name, his whole character felt like an add on.
Claire: I did like seeing her develop from a sorta depressed stay at home mom, to a driven and capable career woman. I don’t think the career itself was too important, but joining the business did help her bond with Jay. What she needed was to feel confident and capable again, and that’s what she got. Her reaction to Haley and Dylan ending up together and whatnot was hypocritical as she was in Haley’s shoes once. I do understand looking at a bad reflection of yourself is uncomfortable but she could have been less judgmental. She was not a good parent to Alex, never tried to understand her and didn’t really look out for her as “oh she has good grades so she’s fine”. They didn’t show too much of her relationship with Luke but I do wish she’d have stopped being so hung up on college for him. Her relationship with Phil definitely grew over the years and it was good to see.
Phil: I hated him in the beginning. His constant ogling of Gloria was insanely uncomfortable, and it went on for far too long. It took another guy pointing out how amazing Claire is for him to get she’s great, though it still happened occasionally. The ‘wow I see what they mean by pregnant women glow’ when Claire had given him 3 kids was revolting. I am glad their relationship got better and he became a better husband. He was always a good father, very present for his kids, and I do like that he looked out for Alex, even when she didn’t think she needed it.
Haley: I get she was supposed to mirror her mother by going from irresponsible and ‘crazy’ to a sensible mom, but I wish her path had gone differently. Her relationship with Andy let her grow more into adulthood but she should not have ended up with him, that relationship was built on cheating, a terrible foundation, it wouldn’t have gone the distance. Dylan is a nice guy but he is almost like a step back from the progress she made, not because he’s a bad guy, but he stayed as basically the same character with little development. I will give him credit for being a supportive and involved dad to the twins. The future I feel Haley would’ve thrived in was as a single traveling photographer. She enjoyed fun and freedom, after being in so many tumultuous relationships I could see her thriving otherwise.
Alex: She grew up as a stereotypical middle child, always overlooked by her family. However her intelligence gave her an ego that both protected her and harmed her. Thinking herself better than her family allowed her to be okay in her situation, but that extended to everyone so it didn’t let her make friends easily. It definitely helped when she went to college and had to realize the people there are just as smart or smarter than her, but it didn’t help her much afterwards. I have to say I wish she ended up with the firefighter. He was so kind and supportive, not as intelligent as her sure but I think she needed that in her life, to show her ‘dumb’ people are human and productive too. Her possibly ending up with Arvin was something I hated. He is some who overlooked her and dated her sister. Not only did he date Haley, they broke up because he was embarrassed of Haley for being ‘dumb’. The only thing that relationship could do for Alex is further divide her from her family and common people.
Luke: He grew up as such a happy energetic kid. His lack of interest in academia was visible to everyone. I don’t know why everyone was shocked he wasn’t getting into colleges. Alternative routes would have been a better option to present to him, and I loved his medical system idea and wish he’d gone that way. His going off to college instead did not make sense to me and I can see him dropping out to pursue something else instead.

i'm diagnosed with ocd and it is pretty severe, but something else just feels extremely off and because of my ocd i sometimes feel my concerns aren't taken seriously and seen as obsessive worrying.
the past 4 months i've been in a constant depersonalization episode. i feel like a stranger to myself and my life along with having super bad mood swings- being convinced i'm totally fine and feeling high energy one second and everything is pointless and i'm zoned out the next and will switch in hours and sometimes even shorter. my friendships are struggling and i get super hot and cold with my feelings towards my friends as well and can't get myself to respond for days or weeks at a time, but i often internalize all these feelings which makes me withdraw more. the list goes on
i just feel extremely unstable and all over the place and like there's a bigger picture that i'm missing. so i guess any kind input would be super appreciated and maybe how you "knew" something bigger was happening apart from a previous diagnosis and how you approached that conversation.

I (31, m) have an older sister who's 38. She's lived 500 miles away ever since she turned 18 and started a life there with two kids. M(14) and F (16)
These kids have always been very detached and almost impossible to engage with. My sister makes good money and as such, she's been able to give the kids a pretty nice life with 4 big trips every year and takes them to concerts nearly every other weekend. They've never had to want for anything and it makes me happy my sister has given them a nice upbringing. My issue comes however in that whenever they visit my mother , they're severely detached . My mom will ask them about how schools going and they give her shit responds like "Mehhh"
These kids aren't special needs. But my mom and I recently came to visit a sick relative in another state and my sister decided to tow her kids and husband out as well as a surprise. The thing is- they've been sitting there and didn't even say hi to my mom until prompted. The relative were all staying with tries to talk to the kids and they don't really respond with anything more than 1 worded dry answers before walking away unenthusiatically. They've been this way with the entire family and will sometimes laugh if I tell them jokes or say something funny but I can't help but feel sorry for my mom who wants to engage with and have conversations with them. We went to a party today and they sat by themselves, didn't talk to anyone and it makes me really worried as this has always been how they have acted. It isn't a sudden shift, I made the mistake of thinking several years ago that they just hadn't come out of their shell and they were little kids but they're both teenagers now and really don't talk to anyone except amongst themselves.
I've been wanting to have a talk and sit them both down and find a way to tell them "hey you know , your grandma won't be here forever and I feel like you guys are kinda cheating her out of experiences . She tries to engage with you all and you give her one worded answers and walk away"
But my sister is very protective of them. She likes to give them everything and I haven't been able to bring it up to her as she sees nothings wrong. This pains me to no end in that while My sister is very very outgoing - I don't understand why her kids are so standoffish.
Does anyone have any pointers ? Is anyone else dealing with something similar and how do you cope with that?
Were staying at a relatives house and they likely said "hi" when they arrived at her house but haven't spoken since and even my relative found it to be really rude. What can I do?

This is going to take a while, so id like to lead with something i found sort of amusing while doing research for this post
currently, the highest amount of energy a warframe can achieve, would be Garuda Prime with Primed Flow, Endurance Drift, and 5 blue Tauforged Archon shards. this would get 1319 max energy.
Assuming that Garuda could fully activate Battery Armor, by itself, she would reach 1320 max energy.
lastly, it has been made clear that Battery armor is subject to change, as are all of the upcoming arcanes. what follows will be assuming that we get it as it has been shown. and may serve as argumentation for if it should, or should not, be changed.
Battery Armor is a very interesting Arcane. at .3 max energy per point of armor, youd need 3334 armor to fully activate the effect, granting any warframe 1000 energy max.
there is alot to unpack here, but before we talk about how much armor that is, and if/when this is worth using when you cant max it out, we need to address a more complicated problem.
why do you want energy Max? and when you do, what would you possibly want with that much of it?
Energy max is a component of the Trifecta of the "Energy Economy". that being energy generation, energy expense, and energy max, aka your buffer.
there are about a billion ways these days to generate energy, and efficiency/duration can reduce the amount of energy you spend. letting you increase income and decrease expense. with good enough energy generation, energy max becomes superfluous. so when is energy max warranted?
the first case is when you want to cast 1 ability for a really, really long time, that has a drain effect you cant bypass. this is sort of the Mesa problem, though with health orb creators and the Dispensary in the helminth its not that big of a deal for Mesa either.
the second case is when your energy Generation is very "Bursty". the peak popularity of Primed Flow Coincided with the dominance of Arcane Energize. having a high energy cap was important to ensure that when energize went off, you didn't lose part of it due to not having room for the full 150. Energize has a hard cap of 600 energy per minute. it can only be less efficient than that, not more. if your energy cap was low, around 200, youd often lose part of your energize, it was important to bump it up higher so that didnt happen. as Energize has fallen out of favor, so has flow. there are still some energy generation setups that are sufficiently bursty. Spectrosiphon setups generate about a billion energy orbs, but they can be tedious to maintain. having a high E max can mean you dont need too do the siphon dance nearly as often.
the third case is in combination with things like the Preparation mod, for non-endless mission builds that forgo energy generation entirely and plan to just bring all the energy they need with them.
these all focus on Emax as it pertains to the role of energy in ability casting, but there are 3 more cases that dont.
the first being ofcourse, incarnon weapons. a number of them have effects that only work when you have a certain amount of Emax. and for some frames reaching that number is not possible with Primed Flow alone. for some setups Battery Armor may be more practical.
the current lowest base energy capacity is Ash Prime, at 150. to get to 700 Emax for triggering Paladin's Virtue would require Ash to have 1834 armor. this is still a little bit... . this is still very impractical.
so maybe god didnt intend ash prime too use Angstrum incarnon, and we will just have to live with that. surely there are other frames and situations where it will be more helpful.
the second worth noting is Secondary Surge. Yet another new arcane which, if it shipped as its presented, would offer up a damage multiplier on the next shot in exchange for your Current energy. up to 8x at 1600 Current energy.
if this is, effectively, 800% roar, then surely someone somewhere will find a practical use for this. even if it is just killing Terry with a non-incarnon Lato. i can feel the Dark Pull of the Azima once again calling to me, but im sure DE pre-emptively made this not apply to the turrets to salt my wounds.
nothing definite can be said about Surge right now, since we dont have it. the fact that its 1 shot and the fact that most of our big enemies damage attenuate means this will likely end up as a gimmick for BTFO'ing Demo units at absolute best.
the last reason to want high energy max has already been foreshadowed, Quick Thinking.
Quick thinking is a profoundly old mod. its rare to find something from 2013 warframe that still has some straight up voodoo too it, but well. . .the Wiki cannot Define what a "strong hit" is, and the problem isnt even documented ingame.
setting that aside, Quick thinking lets you treat your energy bar like a health bar. 1000 energy would translate into 2400 additional health. and yes Quick thinking scales with your armor. to get that energy you are automatically assuming atleast 3334 armor, so that'd make you fairly tanky. really the idea of being able to spec into survival focusing on shields, health, or energy as your main juice of survival would be great.
ok so there are at least a handful of reasons you might want to Spike your Emax into the Stratosphere, now lets talk about the problem.
3334 armor is alot of fucking armor.
really only one warframe is going to get this effect for free. .and thats Chroma. who arguably doesn't need it. i mean i guess itd make using his 4 easier. . i guess. Quick Thinking Chroma is kind of a silly concept for a frame that can already get a billion health without any help.
moving down the line, Triple umbral atlas prime with his Maxed out Passive hits 2900 armor. Health conversion + his passive hits 3350. thats just 1 mod, which is not bad. though HC isnt totally reliable, particularly when you are solo.
a valk with Health conversion and like 375+ strength would get there as well. in this case Triple umbral and Health conversion are of equal value.
Grendel Prime, with his gourmand augment, a fully stacked passive, and Health Conversion gets there. though the reliability of keeping Grendels belly fully is somewhat iffy.
Hydroid's plunder can get there, though the abilty is. . we shall be generous and say "has a high skill cap" and not "is profoundly unreliable". he would sill need like over 400 strength or to be running an extra source of armor, but any one will do.
Wukong's Defy gets him part of the way there, but 1350+1500+290 still puts us short.
oberon and inaros would both need totally impractical amounts of power strength, and you dont remember that octavia has an armor buff, so i wont talk about it.
Melee fortification and 16 kills per 10 seconds gets there, il leave explaining why this is not helpful as an exercise for the reader.
lastly, lets talk about Parasitic armor. we can fiddle with the numbers here a bit. at 300 Strength youd only need about 1100 shields, or really less given your base armor. the main issue with this idea is that you cant gain more shields until it runs out, so you cant use this effect to keep your energy max up permanently. you can use it to temporarily spike your Emax. .but to what end?
lets look at some more practical things.
a Tauforged blue archon shard gives 225 armor and would also give 67.5 Emax. effectively doubling the value of the shard, in a very specific way.
ive mentioned health conversion a few times. for most warframes, health conversion is the best 1 slot source of armor available. you need more than 750 base armor before Triple umbral'd fiber becomes a better option.
Battery Armor makes Health conversion give 405 Emax in addition to the armor it gives.
is that good?
Primed flow gives exactly 405 Emax if your have 225 base energy. 225 is the most common base energy in the game, though again, accounting for base armor, you would come out slightly ahead of primed flow
the problem here is that arcane slots are generally. . .more valuable than mod slots. so spending an arcane slot to save a mod slot seems pointless. especially if you are having to build into armor just to get it active.
Battery armor being balanced so that the most powerful source of flat armor being roughly as valuable as primed flow on the bulk of warframes feels intentional, and that feels bad. Battery armor feels like a "third arcane slot" arcane as it is currently presented, but. . well. i genuinely think even if the armor to Emax was a 1 to 1 conversion, it would probably still not be terribly popular. it feels over-balanced at the moment.
.3 = 3334 armor to max
.4 = 2500 armor to max
.5 =2000 armor to max
.6=1667 armor to max.
let me present you with a Hypothetical.
currently, there is a combo i call HC+AB. Health Conversion + Arcane Blessing, gives 1350 armor and 1200 HP. its a pair of flat buffs that gives even relatively squishy warframes a solid baseline of tanking, for the bargain price of 1 mod slot and 1 arcane slot.
if Battery Armor were set to .6 armor per 1 E max
most warframes can get too 1667 armor with Health conversion+ their base armor + an Archon shard.
if they instead Ran Battery Armor instead of arcane Blessing, and also ran Quick Thinking. they'd have 1350 armor and +1000 Emax which would then be counted as effectively 2400 HP.
for 1 additional mod slot, weve doubled the Ehp of blessing, we dont need a source of healing anymore, but we are significantly more dependent on good energy management. no i will not start talking about Adaptation this late in the game, but in terms of boosting your Ehp for 1 mot slot. . .you get the idea.
and i still in my gut feeling thing that this would not be worth it. you'd need to address the Faults of Quick thinking and like. . make it a 9 cost mod or something. and the itd still be more build-space than shield gating for something that's likely just as hard to pilot.
this is obviously meant to be combo'd with the other Emax based arcane dropping this set but there is a single digit number of frames that can even Feasibly get too 1600 Emax through this effect, and for that work you still need too cast an ability before every shot.
is this intended to support. .what? the selection of Mediocre Grenade based incarnon sidearms that nobody uses? Atamos Zylok and Gammacor? maybe you could put this behind Lex but Lex is already ludicriously strong without a trapeze act to perform before you can shoot it. i say again . .to what end?
this is alot of work to put into achieving Big Number given you've spent the last 2 years making all of the relevant bosses and minibosses resistant to Big Number technology. i guess maybe this is a new avenue for acoltye nuking, maybe? should be funny with the Grimore alt fire.
as someone who plays almost entirely for Novelty these days, and who has spent much of the last few months getting to know Caliban on a first name basis, my standards of "worth it" are about as low as you can go without busting out the spade. so when i say something doesnt seem like its worth it, that is a judgment of value coming from someone who considers 6 formaing Venato to be a valid use of my time.
TL;Dr.
for the effort required to use it, Battery Armor will almost certainly not see much use. only Chroma, Atlas and Valkyr can activate it reasonably easily, for everyone else its just too much of a pain in the ass.
there are limited reasons to even want significant amounts of Emax, aside from a bespoke combo with an upcoming sidearm arcane that will probably be more trouble than its worth outside of Mr.WarframeGuy's meme videos (and they will no doubt be glorious). interactions with Quick thinking while interesting to think about are burdened by the fact that you are forced to run quick thinking. QT is occasionally useful, but until DE at a bare minimum publishes the conditions for it to Stagger me, and better yet just removes that part of QT entirely il leave the Energymaxxing survival strategy in the hypothetical category.
do you think Battery Armor should ship as presented, or should the rate of armor too energy be raised? personally i think .5 armor per energy, for a max requirement of 2000 armor, would be a fair bit more mannage for a larger portion of the cast. i think .3 is unreasonably low, but im curious if im alone in that. i think any higher than .5 and were lapsing from Fair into Generous.
i also think that no amount of Emax can make the stat itself more Valuable, as simply generating energy reliably is easier and more useful than being able to store alot of it. having good energy generation is a need. having good energy storage is a want.
the best use of over 1k energy max that i can think of is Recreating this old meme using Banshee's 4.
Have a pleasant evening, its 3am and ive been staring at wiki pages and doing math for 3 hours. im going to bed.

**Prompt 11:
Déjà-rêvé (French) - Dreams Intertwined with Reality**

1. Describe a moment when your character experienced déjà-rêvé, where dreams intertwined with reality, and explore the emotions and sensations that accompanied this surreal blending of realms.
   
2. Delve into the specifics of your character's dreams that often overlap with reality, considering whether certain themes, people, or scenarios consistently resurface.
   
3. How does the recurring déjà-rêvé experience impact your character's perception of both their dreams and waking life, blurring the boundaries between the two?
   
4. Explore whether your character actively seeks out or avoids situations that may trigger déjà-rêvé, and how these choices shape their relationship with the intertwined realms.
   
5. Reflect on the emotional resonance of déjà-rêvé, considering whether it adds an element of wonder and magic to your character's life or if it introduces a layer of complexity and uncertainty.
   
6. Can your character distinguish between a genuine memory and a dream that has come to life through déjà-rêvé, and how does this ambiguity influence their understanding of their own experiences?
   
7. How do others in your character's life react to or perceive these moments of déjà-rêvé, and does it impact their relationships or interactions with your character?
   
8. Explore whether there are specific triggers or patterns that precede déjà-rêvé experiences, and whether your character attempts to control or understand these occurrences.
   
9. Consider how cultural or societal beliefs influence your character's interpretation of déjà-rêvé, and whether they attribute spiritual or symbolic meanings to these intertwined dreams and reality.
   
10. Envision a key scene where déjà-rêvé becomes a central element, shaping your character's decisions, relationships, or contributing to a significant turning point in their narrative.
    

**Prompt 12
: Ephemeralité (French) - Embracing the Transient Beauty of Life**

1. Describe a moment in your character's life when they embraced ephemeralité, appreciating the transient beauty of life, and explore the emotions that accompanied this awareness of impermanence.
   
2. Delve into the specific experiences or phenomena that evoke ephemeralité for your character, considering whether it's tied to nature, relationships, or personal achievements.
   
3. How does the recognition of life's transient nature influence your character's mindset and decision-making, especially in moments of joy, sadness, or uncertainty?
   
4. Explore your character's relationship with time, considering whether they savor the present moment or if there's a constant awareness of the fleeting nature of life.
   
5. Reflect on how ephemeralité impacts your character's relationships, both in terms of appreciating the time spent with loved ones and navigating the complexities of impermanence.
   
6. Can your character find solace or inspiration in the fleeting beauty of life, turning ephemeralité into a source of resilience or motivation for living authentically?
   
7. Consider whether your character actively seeks out or avoids situations that intensify the awareness of life's impermanence, and how these choices shape their experiences.
   
8. Explore the contrast between ephemeralité and more enduring aspects of your character's life, such as long-term goals, aspirations, or their legacy.
   
9. Reflect on cultural or philosophical perspectives that may shape your character's understanding of ephemeralité, and whether they find comfort or conflict in these influences.
   
10. Envision a pivotal scene where ephemeralité becomes a central theme, influencing your character's decisions, relationships, or contributing to a significant turning point in their narrative.
    

Hello, I'm (f24) really close with my friend (f24) and her family. We've been friends for 5 years. Her family invites me to family trips and events.
Quick history: I grew up with a lot of people so I'm used to falling asleep with someone in the room. Until I moved out about 3 yrs. Now, whenever I'm around her family I take a naps. Lol I know it sounds funny but I have insomnia so I stay tired. Also being around her family is comfortable and soothing.
I want to kmow what someone napping/sleeping near you makes you feel? Whether it be affection, annoyance, nothing, etc.
Don't know if it's relevant but ages of fam usually present; Daughter: 1 Aunt: 40 Uncle: 42 Brother: 23 Cousins: f24, m15, m10, f5

Sorry it’s long it’s just an emotional post.
So after I lost one of my parents in a traumatic way, I got a cat. And she is pretty great support. We cuddle together sometimes, and I’d say it’s pretty unmatched. I feel like she helps me with my ptsd from my parents death. She is the only one that I can lean on whenever I need it. I have people in my life but I can’t lean on them 24/7. If I rehomed her, I don’t think I’d be able to look at old pictures of my cat because it might make me sad.
Given it’s been a while now since the death, when the death was more recent, and before I had her, I would lean on sunlight to help me keep me going emotionally, and I would just sleep most of the day because I was that sad then. Which was very unproductive. Ofc this was back then, I’m more better now with the grief. I don’t have as many sporadic crying episodes as I did before.
At the same time there are many drawbacks that affect me. The main issue is that she pees on my bed almost daily which is an issue. I’m constantly having to do laundry because of that.
I’m gonna get her spayed but there are no guarantees that would stop her from peeing on my bed. And she is confined to my room because I’m not allowed to have her out of it.
Her litter box in my room also tends to stink up my room if it’s not cleaned frequently. And cleaning it frequently is a bit of a hassle.
So considering everything, all the pros and cons, should I rehome her or keep her?
TLDR: Cat gives emotional support from ptsd but bed peeing issue, litter box smells in room also affects me. Keep or rehome?

I have a younger autistic brother who I absolutely FUCKING HATE he always gets on my last nerve! I’m 99% sure my parents don’t now how to handle a special needs child he is whining and screaming as I am writing this. Recently my grandparents and my aunt came to live with my family due to war in my hometow. Honestly I didn’t mind this much I mean I did get a little less privacy but other than that it was fine,. We did have to move into to a bigger house in a new neighborhood but I was actually really excited because I had a friend living in my new neighborhood and I had some rivalry with the kids in my other neighborhood which is a story for another time… anyway things were going good I was hanging out with my friend and things were going good until my uncle moved then I was a little annoyed because he had stayed at our house before and I didn’t like him very much but I decided to give him a second chance at first he was being nice and he was actually kinda funny but then he started becoming really controlling almost like that “alpha male” term they use idk. Anyway my other brother who used to also hate my autistic brother are now star to get along which idk I still feel kinda petty about because it becomes kinds awkward after hating him for so long. Back to my uncle, my mom just left to go to the mall to get a couple things because we are traveling soon for summer break my autistic brother started hitting and kicking my sister who is only a toddler I told my brother to stop and he started screaming and kept doing it then my uncle came in and told me it was none of my business like first of all IM THE ONE WHO HAS BEEN HERE FOR HIS WHOLE LIFE SINCE WHEN WAS THIS “NOT MY BUSINESS” LIKE HE‘S THE ONE WHO JUST GOT HERE AND MIND YOU MY UNCLE IS 19 AND HE GRADUATED AT 17 LIKE GO TO COLLEGE ALREADY AND BY THE WAY HE HAS BEEN STAYING AT MY OTHER RELATIVES HOUSES AND IV’E SEEN WHAT HE DOES HE NEVER LOOKS OR TEIES TO DO ANYTHING TO GO OR TO ATLEAST PREP FOR COLLAGE anyway I tell him I know how to handle this then he proceeds to yell at me to back off and tells to my brother NAD I QUOTE “please don’t hit (sisters name)” LIKE I ALREADY SAID THAT AND HE STILL KEPT HITTING MY SISTER AND AFTER THAT HE DID NOTHING I managed to get my sister into my room and away from my brother the my “uncle” comes back into MY ROOM and threatens to beat my sister and when is tell him to leave guess what he said just take a guess like turn you head away from the screen and make a guess…. HE TOLD ME IT WAS NONE OF MY BUSINESS LIKE FUCK YOU YOUR IN MY ROOM IF ANYTHING ITS NONE OF YOU FUCKING BUSINESS after than I absolutely broke down and I left the room and waited for him to leave and I yelled that I hated him. If you read this whole rant I really appreciate it and I just wanted too get this off my chest

(Sorry if I broke any rules I’m new please tell me if so) TW: mention of weed and SA
To start i f21 and a friend Jake ftm21 had a sleepover 3 months ago with another friend, Isabel. I have known of Jake since elementary and we got closer in the last year of high school. I had always been more comfortable around him and he was just a really touchy feely person. Holding hands, hugging, leaning his head in my shoulder, etc.
I was a bit worried about his girlfriend, especially with her being a close friend, seeing us like that so I would jokingly push him away but he never got the message. I will admit I’m the type of person to worry if I bring up something like that I would ruin the relationship, so I never did.
So at this sleep over we all got a faded, we watched movies and played games, it was all fun till it came to actually sleeping. I was in the middle of them on the bed because I had this funny ASMR video for them to watch and Jake just laid his head on my shoulder and his hand went under my shirt, touching my side, back, and stomach. I tried to tell him to stop moving his hand and to watch it sense he was touching my lower stomach and close to literally touching my chest.
He gave me a ‘why’ or ‘I’m cold’ but after a few times he stopped. Later in the night I woke up to him saying something and taking my face to make me look at him in the pitch black room. He was so close out lips actually touched. To add to that his hand started to move and move up to my chest and he ended up actually touching it. I had to move his hand away and just went back to sleep.
He did the same thing the next morning (still not sober) and when he got to close again I told him to move it and he did, by moving it the smallest amount. That night when I got home I cried the hardest in my life and I could still feel his hands.
That was a few months ago, but I’ve told one person and she’s my best friend. I haven’t said a word to him or his girlfriend, no one else. I think about that night literally everyday and I have to physically pause what I’m going to try and stop thinking about it. I feel like it’s too late to say anything to him. I’m still confused why I didn’t move or do more to stop it.
I’m thinking about telling my sister just to have someone to actually talk to, and Jake. I’m still not sure of what to even say to him. Do I tell his girlfriend? I don’t wanna start drama, but I do feel like she should know, I would wanna know?

Bidet to you all -- Advice please!
I stopped watching C3 around the Bloody Bridge episode 82...
I was really disillusioned / disappointed after all the deals with Fearne's grandmother -- when Liam seemed to take all the stakes out / take all the wind out of the sails with any risk/danger for the group by making another "emo self-sacrifice" bit that guaranteed everyone else in the party would make it out of upcoming events "safe and whole" etc...
That and I was just not feeling excited to watch the episodes anymore, it seemed like it was a bit railroad-ey toward's Matt's plot, the group wasn't really prepared or remembering what they did last time (okay kinda nothing new but seems worse in C3)... and I was just feeling like things weren't clicking and I wasn't invested anymore.
Sure there were a lot of great funny moments with the characters goofing around, but I just didn't feel emotionally invested in the plot and the chemistry of the characters and just... well, "meh" .
Does it get better? I am missing out?
Thanks Critterfam!
Much love
~ Kaizen

I’ve been working on this since last night when I was notified by a few AMAZING Reddit’ers, they were letting me know about someone CLAIMING to be “Jenny-Hurl”, immediately I went to the thread where this PERSON was doing quite a bit of replying, while I was reading everything she was typing, I was also reading ALL the JAIL text messages between Paul and Jenny, as well as phone calls, I wanted to thoroughly compare the 3 for similarities or differences, and it was VERY CLEAR by looking at the grammar, punctuations used, everything that was said in Reddit absolutely did NOT match, there was NOTHING similar in any way, shape or form, I knew that whoever this sick, twisted person was, it definitely wasn’t Jenny-Hurl. We were all asking for a picture showing yesterday’s date, got everything BUT that, and each one was different, and they’re ALL here in Reddit, all over the internet, readily available for ANYONE to save to their phone, to try and pass off as REAL, she got called out, every photo she posted, I debunked, that’s why the person DELETED every comment in the thread, but luckily when replying to mine it sent me email notifications each time, and shows what the person wrote in the reply each time, I don’t have access to the others members this person replied to in the thread, but you should be able to hopefully somewhat figure out what the “person’s” deleted replies to the others were.
In the folder I created to attach to this because of photo upload limit you’ll see some pictures aren’t even of the same person, some found the fountain of youth, or is like the character Benjamin Button and ages backwards..
Here’s a write up message I made for this PERSON, whoever they are..
u/EdieCiaobabyy <~~~ supposedly Jenny
WHOEVER YOU ARE, you mentioned in ONE of your MANY DELETED(because I compared the way you were talking and typing to the way Jenny talks and typed, and they did NOT match) comments last night, that the calls between You and Paul were being ALTERED and so the “REAL TRUTH”(about you?) wasn’t made public, PUHHHLEASE, seriously,that’s the BEST you(whoever YOU are) could come up with?
IF you are Jenny, which I DOUBT you are, (definitely not a baby girl, some may use that term referring to the PSYCHOPATH, but I WILL NOT), it is WELL KNOWN by the WORLD that Zav altered the calls because she gave control of HER YouTube channel to a PSYCHOPATH(yes I said it), and someone else got the UN-ALTERED calls and released them, ALL of them, so I just DEBUNKED the ALTERED calls theory for you, whoever you are..
The JIG IS UP, and I’ve DEBUNKED YOU.
AND if you(whoever you are) THINK that YOU can create an account 5/31/2024 and STALK a couple posts, and then decide to claim you’re Jenny(you referred to yourself as something you’re NOT, I WON’T), and say WOE IS ME, WOE IS ME, BLAH BLAH BLAH, TRYING to play VICTIM, and I wasn’t then, and still don’t now, give a RATS behind about YOU or your life, TIMOTHY FERGUSON, THE ONLY VICTIM was only a 15 year old defenseless, helpless, INNOCENT BOY, and the ONLY VICTIM.
So let me say this, as I want YOU to know, whoever you are, and IF by SOME SMALL CHANCE that you are who you say you are(DOUBT IT), I don’t know WHAT your AGENDA here in Reddit is, BUT you’ve come to the WRONG Subreddit to try and play victim, because it WILL NOT WORK, you are not, and have NEVER been a victim since YOU decided to call Paul(whoever you are) and make a COMPLETE FOOL of yourself for MONTHS, and ONLY YOU are to blame for that, and at this point, in my opinion, WHO you REALLY are is irrelevant, and ALL I have to say to you is THIS: YOU(whoever you are) are one of the most SICK, DISGUSTING, EVIL, TWISTED, PILL POPPING, EGOTISTICAL PSYCHOPATHS I have ever had the displeasure of listening to in those calls, YOU took away the fact that TIMOTHY FERGUSON was the TRUE VICTIM, and PLAYED VICTIM to get EVERYONE to pay attention to YOU, TMZ SKANK. YOU ARE NOT THE VICTIM IN THIS, TIMOTHY FERGUSON IS AND ALWAYS WILL BE THE ONLY VICTIM IN THIS CASE.
And then for you IF you really are Jenny, to have the AUDACITY to come here on Reddit and hoping that IF you out yourself that everyone that loves Timothy, that ALL will be HUNKY DOREY, I can’t speak for others here in Reddit, and some will probably say how harsh and mean I was for this comment, but I can CLEARLY SEE that AGAIN, YOU ARE TRYING TO PLAY VICTIM STILL, and as God as my witness and the LOVE I have for Sweet Timothy that tragically had his life taken away from him at the very young AGE of 15, I will NOT let the fact that TIMOTHY IS THE ONLY VICTIM be taken away from Reddit by the likes of a disgusting troll like YOU, like it was RIPPED from him on YouTube.

TimothyFerguson

Here’s all the information, sorry I had to do it this way, there’s an upload image/document limit: Please let me know if the link is working or not, thanks.
https://drive.google.com/file/d/1Z303q_R_kLcnYKpABqVOqaKaHlGtfXAn/view?usp=drivesdk

I feel like the fandom crossover is going to be so small that few people will even know what Doctor Who is but I gotta write this somewhere.
I was sitting at my desk listening to the Doctor Who OST, as one does. And for some reason my head just suddenly became completely fixated on the notion of the Doctor and the Tardis running into the Astral Express on a misadventure somewhere somehow. Hell it wouldn't even be the first train in space the Doctor has ended up on.
And given his propensity to completely shattering time despite his efforts to the contrary, you could concoct just about any justification for his brief appearance there and frankly it'd make more than enough sense to be as 'Canon' as a crossover could be.
I didn't really lock in a specific doctor per se, maybe it could even be a unique one to HSR idk. My favourites are 10, 11 and 12 so one of them definitely was at the top of my list.
I was even brooding on the abilities the Doctor would have, and while I'm not about to come up with a whole ass build, this is what I was picturing in my head :
Imaginary or Quantum damage maybe? Definitely one of those two in my head.
Skill - Something very similar to Silver Wolf I imagine? A little magic with the sonic screwdriver to implant a weakness on an enemy?
Ultimate - Perhaps something employing the Tardis? In my head it's something like 'Foresight' which will give the entire team 1 or 2 guaranteed 'dodges' of enemy attacks? Essentially a tank focused skill that with careful timing could negate big enemy attacks? Probably way too OP though, I'm no balancing expert.
Attack - Kinda hard to say, the Doctor isn't the most violent guy, so I will admit, not much idea what his attack animation or theme would be.
But I mean c'mon, imagine Welt and the Doctor interacting, or just how much the Doctor's constant travelling and the like could practically fit him in perfectly as a temporary guest of the Express, passing through, helping out. Just as he always does.
I admit, I don't have much of a plot in mind for this, and I feel like I've caused two entire fandoms to cringe a little on the inside, but someone out there might just see the potential of what I'm putting on the table here!

My name is Rory Fars, and my little sister, Lily Fars, is the last family I had left.
A heavy sense of dread settled over me like a suffocating blanket as I sat in the worn leather seat of Lily's old jeep. The car, a relic of our happier days, seemed to groan under our shared sorrow. Beside me, Lily, my best friend, and confidante, absentmindedly twirled a strand of her long, dark hair, which swayed gently in rhythm with the haunting melodies from the oldies station on the radio. This car had seen us through countless joyful journeys when our family was whole. Almost three years had passed since that fateful Christmas trip in Texas when our parents were tragically killed in a horrific multi-car pileup. The memory of their loss was a constant ache, a wound that never fully healed.
My dad was from Amarillo, Texas, so my parents often took trips down there, visiting the places that held so many memories for him. During one of these trips, just before Christmas, a sudden blizzard struck while they were on the freeway. The snow fell in blinding sheets, making the world outside a disorienting white blur. As they tried to slowly pull to the side, their vision obscured by the relentless storm, they never saw the car barreling toward them at least forty miles an hour. The impact was devastating, an abrupt and brutal end to their journey and, in many ways, to our lives as we had known them.
My parents were always sticklers for safety, insisting on seatbelts every time we got in the car. So, of course, they had theirs on during that fateful trip. The initial impact wasn't what killed them, the coroner explained to me. Not even the first hit from behind, which was going at least fifty miles an hour, was fatal. I had to practically shake the information out of him—they were so resistant to tell me anything at first. By the time the third car hit, with an unknown speed, their survival was already in jeopardy. The coroner said that by the fifth car, they were likely dead. But it didn't end there. Another twenty-three vehicles slammed into the back of the pile, each collision further crushing their bodies, reducing them to a horrific, unrecognizable state. Each jarring impact pushed my parents deeper into a gruesome amalgamation of twisted metal and shattered lives.
I don't know why I felt compelled to demand those details at the time, but I deeply regret it now. I wish I had never asked. Almost every night, unless I drink myself into oblivion, I am haunted by nightmares of what they endured. I dream of driving up to save them, only to be caught in the same deadly barrage of cars, ending in a twisted metal tomb for all of us.
Lily is never in those dreams. Even in my most horrific imaginings, I can't envision her being hurt. Lily is my little sister, younger by eight years and three months. Whenever I mention our age difference, I see the judgment in people's eyes, but what can I say? Our parents never stopped loving each other. They had Lily late in life; she became our shared joy, our living reminder of the love that had bound our family together.
Lily wasn't my twin in the literal sense, but ever since she was born, it felt like we shared the inexplicable connection that twins often describe. As she grew up, our bond only deepened—we acted, sounded, and even looked remarkably alike. She became my rock, especially after our parents' tragic deaths. We leaned on each other, cried into each other's shoulders, and somehow found the strength to move forward. We eventually moved in together, finding solace in a two-bedroom apartment that became our sanctuary.
Lily seemed to handle our parents' deaths better than I did, or maybe she was just better at distracting herself with technology. Even before their passing, Lily was addicted to any kind of digital screen she could manipulate. Her ability to navigate the digital world was unmatched; she was the most intelligent person I had ever met. Her intelligence was a beacon of light in the darkness that had enveloped us, a testament to her resilience and brilliance.
After my parents' death, I embarked on a quest to find my spirituality by delving into paranormal investigations. I hoped these pursuits would bring me closer to my parents in the afterlife, spiritual realm, or whatever you want to call it. Instead, it created a chasm between me and any sense of spiritual existence. Each investigation seemed to push me further from the answers I sought, leaving me feeling more isolated and disconnected than ever.
I had hoped that by exploring these paranormal claims, I would discover a way to reach out to my parents and feel their presence again. Yet, as the years have passed, this endeavor has only deepened my loneliness and sense of loss. Despite knowing how detrimental it is to my mental health, I can't bring myself to stop. The hope that the subsequent investigation will be the one that proves the existence of an afterlife and that I'll find a way to contact my parents keeps me going. It's a desperate, unrelenting pursuit for a connection that remains heartbreakingly out of reach.
I should have accepted their death and moved on like any sane person would. Instead, I let my grief fester and dragged my sister and a stranger, Mark, through my obsessive quest for answers. My relentless pursuit of the paranormal didn't just alienate me; it consumed us all, leading to their untimely deaths. My name is Rory Fars, and I am here to confess my side of the story about the missing case of Lily Fars and Mark Lawrence.
This is the truth about how my desperate search for a connection with the afterlife led to a nightmare from which none of us could escape.
To start off, no, Lily was not a student of Mark's who fell in love with him and then got jealous of me hitting on him, leading her to kill him and herself. I know that sounds ridiculous, but given some wild theories circulating online, I need to address this one specifically since it seems to be the most popular.
First and foremost, Mark Lawrence was not, nor has he ever been, a professor at a university. Lily and I met Mark at the Local Museum in Redlin, a town nestled deep in the Appalachian Mountains. He was the curator of an exhibit showcasing the history of Raven's Nest, a forgotten mining town that neither Lily nor I had ever heard of. This is where our story begins, in a place steeped in history and mystery, far removed from the convoluted theories that now cloud the truth.
We were constantly searching for new ideas for our podcast about paranormal claims. Each of our twenty-five episodes so far had concluded with a rational explanation, so when Mark told us about the curse of Harper, I was immediately intrigued.
Mark was an older man, likely in his mid-sixties, with a full head of silver hair and a beard that stubbornly clung to its youthful color, only lightly dusted with grey. He had a presence that commanded attention, and his stories about the curse were delivered with an intensity that drew me in.
On the other hand, Lily was always more interested in the technical aspects of the paranormal. She had her own theories and was determined to debunk every claim we investigated. She wasn't easily swayed by Mark's tales about the curse of Harper, but she was willing to listen and give him a chance to prove himself. Her skeptical mind constantly checked my enthusiasm, and together, we hoped to uncover the truth behind yet another paranormal mystery.
"Hello ladies, care to hear about the mysterious town of Raven's Nest?" Mark asked with theatrical enthusiasm.
Lily and I exchanged a knowing glance, trying to stifle our amusement. Despite our attempts to remain composed, a smirk played at the corners of our lips.
"We're all ears," I replied, my tone laced with a hint of sarcasm.
He sighed, almost as if he was disappointed that we said yes. Taking a deep breath, he seemed to steel himself for the task ahead. "Well, you see," he began, his voice tinged with uncertainty, "in the early twentieth century, a man named Harper Franstein exploited many men and children in the coal mines. By the mid-1920s, he had established his own settlement in a secluded valley, which he dubbed 'The Raven's Nest.' It was never officially recognized as a town, but that's the only name we have to go off of."
I could see the beads of sweat forming on Mark's brow as he struggled to recall every detail. Despite his initial enthusiasm, he now appeared flustered, his confidence waning. Eventually, he resorted to consulting his damp and crumpled notes, a sign of his growing unease.
"Um, anyway, yeah, um," he stuttered, audibly gulping as his nerves got the better of him. Lily couldn't contain her laughter, emitting a snicker that earned us a glare from Mark.
"Hey, just relax," I interjected, trying to diffuse the tension. "We're not here to judge or intimidate you." With a gentle touch on his forearm and a chuckle, I attempted to reassure him, hoping to ease his obvious discomfort.
He paused, sharing a chuckle with me, while Lily struggled to suppress her laughter and eventually excused herself, leaving just Mark and me. Evidently, he felt more at ease with fewer listeners, so he pressed on with his narrative.
"Anyway," he resumed, "Harper held complete control over the town and the mine, and he made sure everyone was acutely aware of that fact. When the disappearances began, he tried to sweep them under the rug, attributing them to anything but his own negligence in mining practices."
"What do you mean by 'negligence in mining practices'?" I interjected, eager to delve deeper into his intriguing tale.
He looked up, clearly pleased by my question. "Yes, exactly," he affirmed. "Harper adhered to a mining technique outlined by Dwight Brunst in the mid to late nineteenth century. This method mandated only one entry and exit point into the mine."
"Wait, so they were forbidden from creating additional exits?" I pressed for clarification.
"Not explicitly," he explained. "The practice advocated for just one entry and exit as it was believed to minimize the risk of cave-ins, at least in theory. However, there were instances where miners, feeling uneasy about this restriction, took matters into their own hands and carved out what they called 'Emergency Exits' for themselves. After about half of the town started going missing, Harper couldn't take criticism about how he responded, but most people say he was losing money quickly and didn't want to live in a world where he was poor. He walked into the mine, never to be seen again, much like the cave's past victims. Visitors report seeing and hearing Harper, trying to get them to leave."
As I stood there, listening to Mark's enthralling narrative, I found myself captivated by the mysterious allure of Raven's Nest. Unable to contain my curiosity, I decided to pose a question.
"So, what does the town look like now?" I inquired, eager to learn more about the present state of this enigmatic place.
Mark's demeanor shifted slightly as he rifled through his notes, a subtle indication that he didn't have a straightforward answer to my query.
"You've never been there?" I asked, my tone softening with genuine curiosity.
He flinched as though my question had struck a nerve. "Shhhhhh... shut up," he demanded, his voice tinged with unease.
Suppressing a chuckle, I leaned in closer and whispered, "Okay, hear me out. My sister Lily and I are investigating paranormal phenomena. Your story about Raven's Nest sounds like the perfect addition to our podcast. What do you say we compensate you for your guidance? Let's say, three hundred bucks?"
He straightened up, contemplating my proposition for a few moments. Without uttering a word, he extended his hand, and I met it halfway with my own, sealing our agreement with a firm handshake.
Our journey to Raven's Nest was no easy feat. Situated a good twenty miles from town and nestled deep within a dense valley. After all of the tight turns, narrow dirt roads, and steep inclines, it took us a grueling two and a half hours to go twenty-something miles, but we finally reached the outskirts of the infamous settlement. As we stood at the edge of the "Nest," anticipation mingled with trepidation, setting the stage for the eerie exploration that lay ahead.
I glanced at my phone; the time read 11:56 pm, signaling the late hour. Sensing the exhaustion weighing heavily, I suggested we catch a few hours of rest in Lily's jeep. Mark, though visibly unsettled, remained silent from the back seat, his arms folded tightly across his chest as he slumped against the window like a sulking child.
Drifting asleep in the passenger seat, I soon found myself ensnared in a nightmare. In my dream, Mark was being dragged away into the darkness, his desperate attempts to claw his way back to safety only resulting in broken fingertips. Despite his struggles, he was powerless against the unseen force pulling him inexorably into the abyss. Suddenly, I was alone, engulfed in utter darkness, my heart pounding with fear as I ran blindly from an unseen terror that seemed to pursue me relentlessly, its malevolent presence palpable but unseen.
I jolted awake, gasping for breath, my heart racing as the remnants of dread lingered in the pit of my stomach. It was morning, and I was struggling to adjust my vision. Lily's frantic but comforting voice broke through the haze of my terror, grounding me in reality. With her comforting embrace, I gradually calmed my racing thoughts, drawing deep, steadying breaths.
As we sat there, enveloped in each other's embrace, Mark approached the driver's side window with an unexpected question, "Alright, what's for breakfast?" His nonchalant tone and casual demeanor were a stark contrast to the harrowing nightmare that had just consumed my thoughts, momentarily dispelling the lingering specter of fear that had haunted my dreams.
Lily and I both look up at him and back at each other as we burst out into laughter.
Amidst our shared laughter, Lily and I exchanged amused glances before turning our attention back to Mark.
"Ha...ha, yeah. No, but seriously, what's for breakfast? Eggs, bacon, toast, at least?" Mark pressed, hoping for a more substantial response.
His earnest inquiry fueled our laughter further, our giggles echoing through the quiet night air. Eventually, we regained our composure and stepped out of the jeep, stretching our limbs after the cramped confines of the vehicle.
Mark awkwardly moves to the side, still waiting for an honest answer. Lily tossed him a granola bar, eliciting a bemused chuckle from him. With a shared understanding, we set off on foot, embarking on the hike into the town.
The path ahead was clear: a single dirt road that wound its way from the abandoned coal mine into the heart of the small settlement. The road, now overgrown and muddy from years of disuse, bore the marks of neglect and isolation. Wary of the treacherous conditions, Lily opted to forgo the risk of getting stuck, steering clear of the decrepit road that likely hadn't seen a traveler in at least half a century.
We parked Lily's jeep at the entrance to both the mine and the town of Raven's Nest, opting to proceed on foot from there. Standing at the mountain's peak, gazing down at the desolate town below, I couldn't help but ponder the history beneath the dilapidated structures. I imagined how this valley must have once been a pristine landscape cherished by the indigenous people who roamed its lush terrain.
"Jesus, this place is more like a shit nest," Mark muttered in disgust, his disdain evident in his tone.
Lily shot me a knowing glance, silently communicating her skepticism toward Mark's assessment of the town.
Deciding to put Mark's knowledge to the test, I casually inquired, "So, what year was this area founded?"
Mark's reaction was almost defensive as if my question had caught him off guard. He hesitated momentarily before fumbling for his note cards in his pocket, a telltale sign that he wasn't as knowledgeable as he let on.
Before he could respond, I interjected with another question, "Mark, how long have you worked at the museum?"
As Mark froze, his gaze locking onto mine like a deer caught in headlights, I watched him closely, waiting for any sign of hesitation or discomfort. My narrowed eyes bore into his, silently urging him to be honest.
Finally, breaking the tense silence, Mark confessed, "Look, this is only my first week. I... I haven't had the greatest time lately, and I really need the extra money. I'm sorry I lied, but I'll help however I can."
I met his gaze unwaveringly, sensing the sincerity in his words. Clearly, he was a man in need of redemption, grappling with his own personal struggles.
"Alright, alright, don't cry too much," I teased lightly, trying to ease the tension. Gesturing towards Lily, who was busy preparing her wireless motion cameras in her backpack, I continued, "Lily and I already figured that was the case. Honestly, we're surprised you agreed to come along."
Mark remained frozen, but the tension seemed to melt away from his expression, replaced by a tentative smile. It was a moment of shared understanding, a silent acknowledgment that he was still welcomed into our expedition despite his initial deception.
"Alright, I have the cams and portable batteries to make sure the cameras and anything we have with power can last," Lily said, her voice brimming with determination.
We began our descent into the town, our hiking boots struggling against the thick, clinging mud produced by the constant light rain and years of disuse. Each step was a battle, the mud threatening to swallow our boots with every move.
After an eternity of trudging through the muck, we finally reached the town's only paved road—the main road. It had taken us only about fifteen minutes to hike down, but navigating the muddy slope had sapped our energy. We paused for a break, taking a few minutes to clean off our boots and catch our breath.
As we rested, I noticed Lily rummaging through her bag with a focused intensity. Curious, I asked, "What are you looking for?"
"I brought five motion-detecting cameras that I want to set up strategically throughout the town," she replied, pulling out one of the cameras. She walked over to the nearest building, a structure that served as a post office, police station, and fire station. She positioned the camera outside the building so it was pointed at the only road leading in and out of the town.
"We need to cover all potential points of interest," she explained, securing the camera in place. "This one will monitor any activity on the main road. We should place the other cameras around key locations like the mine entrance, the town square, and some more intact buildings."
I nodded, appreciating her thoroughness. "Good idea. We need to make sure we capture anything unusual."
Mark, having finally caught his breath, joined us. "Alright, let's get these cameras set up and see what we can find," he said, a hint of excitement in his voice.
"Look," Lily said, turning her tablet screen toward us. She waved her hand in front of the camera she had just placed. The tablet displayed five squares on the interface, each meant to show a feed from one of the cameras. Since Lily had only set up one camera so far, only the bottom right square showed any footage pointed at the road leading out of town. She stopped waving her hand, and the feed went to a blue screen.
"What happened? Did we lose connection?" Mark asked frantically, his eyes wide with concern.
Lily cackled, struggling to contain her amusement. Composing herself, she waved her hand in front of the camera again, and the bottom right square showed her hand waving once more. "It's motion-activated. It's the best way to save on battery life," she explained.
Mark seemed to relax, though he was still catching his breath after the brief panic.
I glanced at my watch, noting the time. "It's 8:30. We're behind schedule. If you want to place the rest of your cameras, we better move now," I said, walking down the street.
Lily immediately got up and followed me, with Mark struggling to keep pace behind us. We reached the market building, and Lily positioned her second camera on the side of the road, pointing up at the market.
It's not much longer before we make it to the Town Hall. I suggest Lily place a camera nearby. She nods and heads into a building across from the Town Hall labeled, "Slaughterhouse: LOCAL ANIMALS ONLY."
As Lily explores the building to find an adequate spot for the camera, I wait for Mark to catch up. While I wait, I can't help but imagine this town in its prime, picturing the streets filled with families who loved each other.
My thoughts are abruptly cut off by a sound echoing in the distance—a roar unlike any I've ever heard. It was a mix of a human screaming in pain, the roar of a lion, and, near the end, the howl of a wolf. The chilling sound sent shivers down my spine.
I jump to my feet and immediately call out, "Lily, you okay?"
There's no response from Lily, but I'm interrupted by Mark finally catching up, panting heavily.
"Holy... shit... did you... hear that?" Mark said frantically between breaths.
"Yeah, we have to find Lily," I say, bolting into the slaughterhouse. I glance back to see Mark bracing himself on the steps of the Town Hall, struggling to keep up.
As I enter the building, the stench of rotting flesh hits me like a wave, causing me to gag. The smell is too fresh to be decades old.
"Lily? Lily, where are you?" I yell, using my shirt to shield my nose from the overwhelming odor.
"Rory, I'm in here!" I hear Lily yell from a room two doors down. I pass the first door, peeking in to ensure I hadn't misheard, but I wish I hadn't looked.
Inside the first room, I catch a glimpse of what appears to be a pile of animal carcasses, their decayed bodies arranged in a grotesque display. The sight is horrifying, the flesh still disturbingly fresh. The bile rises in my throat, but I force myself to focus on finding Lily.
I rush to the room where her voice came from, pushing the door open. Lily is there, setting up the camera, seemingly oblivious to the horror in the adjacent room. Relief floods through me as I see she's safe.
"Lily, did you hear that roar?" I ask, trying to keep my voice steady.
"Yeah, I heard it," she replies, her eyes wide with concern. "I was just finishing up here. Let's get back to Mark and figure out what that was." She had placed the camera in a window, pointing directly at the Town Hall.
We hurry back outside, where Mark still catches his breath as we meet between the buildings. "We need to stay together from now on," I say firmly, looking at both of them. "Whatever that noise was, it's not something we want to face alone."
"Let's check out the Town Hall!" Mark says excitedly as he slowly clambers through a broken window.
"Did he not just hear what I said?" I mutter under my breath, shaking my head in disbelief.
Lily gives me a shrug, her eyes reflecting a mix of amusement and exasperation. "Guess we're heading into the Town Hall then," she says, adjusting her backpack and walking towards the broken window.
I sigh and follow suit, hoisting myself up and carefully maneuvering through the jagged glass. Inside, the air is musty, filled with the scent of old paper and decaying wood. Dust motes float lazily in the beams of sunlight streaming through the cracked windows.
The main hall is vast and eerily silent, with rows of empty chairs facing a stage draped in tattered curtains. The walls are lined with faded portraits and yellowed maps of the town, remnants of a time when this place was alive and bustling.
Mark is already at the front, examining a large, decrepit desk. "Look at this," he says, his voice echoing in the empty space. "It's like stepping back in time."
I walk over, glancing at the old papers scattered across the desk. Most are mundane—meeting minutes, maintenance logs—but one catches my eye. It's a letter dated June 1925, addressed to Harper Franstein.
"Harper, the disappearances are becoming more frequent. The townsfolk are getting restless, and I fear they may take matters into their own hands if we don't act soon. We need to find out what's causing this before it's too late."
I read the letter aloud, and the room fell silent. "Sounds like things were getting pretty tense," Lily remarks, her voice subdued.
As I'm distracted by the time capsule in front of us, Mark sneaks off.
I'm not sure how long it was before she noticed, but I saw Lily looking around before saying, "Where the hell did Mark go?" breaking me out of my trance.
I look around, turning my head in all directions, and shrug at Lily. I hear shuffling in the second room down the hall, so I slowly walk toward it.
"Mark?" I call out.
Just then, a loud crash reverberates through the building, making it sound like the whole place was about to come down.
We run in and see Mark struggling to keep himself from falling into a giant hole that must've broken under his weight. Trying not to laugh, I glance at Lily. We help him up as he dramatically falls onto his back, wheezing as he catches his breath.
Lily and I can't contain our laughter anymore as we bust out laughing hard. Startled by our sudden outburst, Mark jumps in fear. He looks around, confused for a few seconds, before realizing that we are laughing at him.
"Jesus, thanks, I guess," he says, clearly thankful but annoyed by our reaction.
After we contained ourselves, we headed back outside, exiting through the window Mark entered through. He struggles to climb out, but after Lily gives him a hand, he is safely out of the Town Hall.
"Alright, Ror, where should we put the next camera?" Lily asks me.
I stop to think momentarily, trying to picture the town's layout. "I think the only place left is the neighborhood," I respond confidently. I always talk like that with Lily. Over the years, I've realized she is the only person I can have that much confidence around. With anyone else, I'm worried about saying something stupid or wrong or how they'll view me, but with my sister, everything is easy.
As I look at the replica map of the town in its heyday from the museum, I determine that the neighborhood is to the East. "Okay, looks like we head East past the Library. Let's go." I say, walking away.
It only takes about eight minutes to get to the long strip of road that housed the town's workers. According to the map, there were fifteen houses along this strip of road.
The houses stand eerily silent, their wooden frames weathered and decayed by time. We walk down the road, our footsteps crunching on the gravel and echoing in the stillness. The air feels heavier here like the past is watching us, waiting to reveal its secrets.
"Let's put the last cameras on that house at the end of the road," I suggest, pointing to a house that looks slightly less dilapidated than the others, "another one at the last house on the other side, and the last we can save for a spot you choose."
Lily nods and heads toward the first house, pulling another camera from her backpack. She sets it up on the porch, positioning it to capture the entire street, and does the same in the opposite house. As I stand with Mark breathing hard, still unable to catch his breath since we first got here, I can't shake the feeling that we're being watched. I glance around nervously but see nothing out of the ordinary.
"All set," Lily says, breaking my reverie, "Still no ideas for the last cam?" Lily asks me.
"Like I said, wherever you think it would be best. I feel like we have enough good spots and angles, so go wild with that one," I told her.
She smirked and kept walking next to me. Mark was still struggling behind, but after the town hall mishap, he was trying his best to keep up. I looked at my watch, and it read '12:30 pm'.
"Holy shit, it's already 12:30," I said in amazement, but no one else seemed fazed. It felt like we'd only been here thirty minutes, not almost four hours.
We walked back down the street. Lily and I had been discussing on the walk that she should put the last camera at the town's only stoplight in front of the Library.
As we made our way to it, I could have sworn I was seeing something moving fast past my vision in the corner of my eye. Every time I turned to look, it was gone. I chalked it up to being my imagination until Lily and Mark both experienced the same thing.
"What the fuck was that?" Mark asked as he ducked, bracing for something terrible to happen. Lily and I looked back at him and then at each other as we shrugged. It was after that that I started seeing things, too.
I confided in Lily about the unsettling visions and sounds, and she admitted she had experienced the same phenomena but had kept quiet, fearing Mark would dismiss her as paranoid.
"Well, it's probably just a cat or something," I said, attempting to downplay the situation, but neither seemed convinced.
We continued our trek, and I noticed that the more we walked, the more frequently I caught fleeting glimpses of movement in my peripheral vision. It was beginning to grate on my nerves.
Finally, we reached the light in front of the Library. As Lily mounted the camera, I felt a sense of satisfaction. We were making good progress, and it seemed like a suitable moment to start exploring the town more freely. We decided to split up and cover different sections of the town.
"Wait, we have to go alone? Why can't we stay together like you said?" Mark asked frantically, but Lily and I ignored him as we headed in separate directions. He continued to protest, but we paid him no mind. Eventually, I was either far enough away to not hear him anymore, or he had given up. Either way, I was happy to enjoy the eerie silence of the town.
As I wandered, the stillness of Raven's Nest enveloped me. With its decrepit buildings and overgrown streets, the town exuded an unsettling charm. It was as if I had stepped into a forgotten world, a place frozen in time with secrets waiting to be unearthed. The ambiance reminded me of an amusement park's haunted town section—artificially eerie yet irresistibly intriguing. Despite the creepiness, the mysterious vibe of the town kept me engaged and eager to explore its hidden corners.
I glanced at my watch again, only to find the time glaring back at me: 3:19 pm. It couldn't be right. There was no way it had been that long since I last checked. Panic seized me, and I called out for Lily, my voice tinged with urgency. She appeared beside me in a matter of minutes, her expression mirroring my concern.
"What's up, Ror? You okay?" she asked, her voice laced with worry.
"How long would you say it's been since you put the last camera down?" I inquired, my heart pounding in my chest.
Lily's brow furrowed as she struggled to come up with an answer. "Uh, I don't know, thirty minutes?" she hazarded a guess.
I held up my watch, displaying the time: 3:20 pm. Lily fell silent, her eyes widening in disbelief. She was never great with time, but missing almost three hours of our memory was unprecedented.
"There's no way. Your watch must be—" Lily began, her voice trailing off as she checked her own watch, only to freeze in shock when she found it displayed the same time as mine.
"Lil, something is going on," I stated, my voice tight and apprehensive. I glanced up at the sky, my stomach churning as I noticed the clouds darkening and rolling in from all sides of the valley.
The sky closed rapidly, ominous clouds obscuring the sun as thunder rumbled ominously against the mountains.
"Mark? Mark, where are—" I began to call out, but before I could finish, Mark emerged from behind a wall, appearing as if he'd been too frightened to venture far on his own.
"We have to get inside!" Mark exclaimed urgently, his voice tinged with fear.

Out of curiosity, I've searched some pictures with perioral dermititis and I figured it looks exactly like the thing I have(perioral, next to nose, eyebrows). I've been diagnosed with Seb derm at 15, OVERused steroid cream (no pause, constantly) for 3-4 years, until it didn't have an effect anymore. I gave up on steroid cream at 20-ish. 3 years later my derm kept spreading, how do we make the difference between the two? Yes, been to a doctor, her response "ye, I think it's sebderm, looks great rn tho, take these 2 creams and you'll be good". Maybe some of you are in my situation, and personally, I will try some creams for perioral dermititis and see how it goes.

I'm looking for advice on whether or not Im (33 years old) thinking about this right and what your general thoughts are on divorcing my wife (31 years old) Thank you!
My wife and I got married 5 years ago and it has been stressful, although we do have good times. Ive recently left the house after a huge blow out with the intention of divorcing and Im terrified it's a mistake.
My main issues with her are that she lashes out a lot, she will not see my family, I wonder about narcissistic traits with her, and I feel like Ive drained myself with out getting what I need back.
Lashing out: she has a lot of trauma before meeting me and there are some things that easily trigger her. She comes from a big family where physical abuse happened growing up and ove witnessed some pretty aweful petty stuff. She acknowledges this which is great. But she gets so mean, mocks me, and calls me names. It has been happening for years. She'll eventually apologize but I just anticipate it now as it always happens. I have always felt like Im walking on egg shells. Ive always excused it and easily forgive her because I love her and see her past but its just not fair to me.
She will not see my family: my mom can sometimes be slightly intrusive. Recently my mom sent me a text asking me what to do for my birthday and then said oh never mind your wife should plan that, which she wasnt. My wife exploded. I addressed it with my mom because that was inappropriate and my mom took accountability and apologized. Then my wife tried to plan a dinner and a group bday gift for me with my fam but ended up freaking out after texting with my mom and told me my mom was bullying her and being so rude. I asked to see the texts and my wife had deleted them. I told her I was going to ask my mom to see the texts (this was because I have a hard time believing what my wife says about my mom but if its true I wanted to see it and then address it) and then my wife got even more mad at me saying that I wont understand when I see the texts. Eventually I saw the texts and my mom very nicely asked if they could go to a different restaurant (my wife planned to go to an expensive one) because my sister wouldnt be able to afford it and make it. My mom also said she was planning a separate gift for me. To me, the texts from my mom were actually very pleasant and worded very nicely. This is just one example of all the "abuse" she takes from my family. I eventually cancelled the dinner because I just knew we would have a massive fight after the dinner...which my wife was completely fine with. I get you are supposed to support and maybe even side with your wife when you think that shes wrong, but I cant get over the fact that my wife takes it out on me when I inquire into the "abuse" calling me a "mommas boy" and having an emotional incestuous relationship with my own mom. She says she controls me, which I really dont think is true. Im so upset because I have refrained from communicating with my mom because the risk is too high where my wife might misinterpret things and lash out on me...for hours. Another example is that I visited with my mom a few weeks ago and my mom bought my wife her favorite flowers for me to give to her. My wife lost it and said my mom was doing that to manipulate me to make it seem like she is being nice which paints my wife as the crazy one. My mom is really nice..does a lot of charity...just a sweet kind lady who trys to see the best in the worste people. I know this by her actions. But one thing I will say is that I sense that my mom doesnt think my wife treats me nice and may be protective which my wife may be picking up on too.
Narcissistic traits: (1) having a mature conversation feels impossible: It feels like pulling teeth and its the most frustrating experience of my life. She diverts the convos and gets petty and I never feel heard. I can take accountability for 90% of the convo and then say how i "FEEL" about something and how she hurt me and the conversation gets derailed..etc. tells me she doesnt feel heard (I literally reiterate everything she says and how she feels so she will know I am hearing her) (2) flips everything around on me: Ive noticed that when I bring up an issue with her...days later she will accuse me of doing that same thing (e.g. not taking ownership). Over the years Ive told her Ive felt gaslit, she doesnt take ownership, etc and now thats all part of her issues with me and I find my self very regularly frantically trying to explain myself and trying to validate her feelings and comfort her. Its like completely flipped. A year ago i remember leaving the house to stop a fight and eventually I told her that I was panicking because it felt like she was psychologically and emotionally abusive. She the went quiet for a few seconds and goes "ya I think you are a narcissist" and then I found myself trying to explain myself for numerous problems that she had with me..then the next day it was like nothing happened and my panicked state and issues werent addressed (3) possible reactive abuse: She will go for a long time just being plain cruel and yelling and ill stay calm and doing my best to listen but eventually snap and be mean back. I feel aweful because I admit I can get mean too. Ive never been like that before (people have told me im especially gentle and understanding...but she says the same thing that people say that about her and shes never fought like that before either). Then she will remember how I was mean and hold it against me and I apologize and try and comfort her but my issues with her never feel heard or accounted for. I know for a fact I only get like that after she goes at me for a while and I just listen and take it and try and work through it (4) I feel like ive been isolated from my fam: Last christmas she came and I payed a lot of attention to any sort of passive aggressiveness from my mom or fam and felt so good because it was so pleasant but on the way home she just exploded at me saying they were aweful. (5) ive questioned my own reality so much: Am I the narcissist? Is my mom really bullying her? Am I just a man child? It goes against everything I thought I knew. (6) I feel like as long as I listen and do what she wants, agree with her, dont share how I feel, there will be no fights. (7) doesnt let me sleep. She will fight and fight and I try and stop it but she just wont stop. Sometimes its like she purposefully makes really loud sounds to wake me up. Like unneccesary sounds. I try and calmly address but it goes no where. Sometimes I get mad which is on me (unless shes doing it purposefully). (8) when ive addressed how she hurts me, shes said to me on numerous occassions that she almost wants me to go and date so I can see how bad it is out there and that I dont have it so bad with her. (9) we have huge fights on special occassions. My past three birthdays and my grandpas funeral were ended with big fights about what Im doing wrong and how my fam is mean to her.
The above paragraph really messes with me because there are times when shes so soft and vulnerable and nice. She has done some extremely thoughtful kind things for me. Its just that she can get SO mean and SO petty like she has zero emotional maturity. Its not fair to me.
Pouring myself out: i feel drained and like I dont recognize myself (she says the same things about herself too!). I once told her I wanted to quit my job bc I was so stressed from work place issues and she told me she would leave me if I quit (she did move to be with me and took a far less desirable career to be with me). That comment sent me over the edge and I went on antidepressants (for a few months) and just powered through it all. I feel like I give so much emotionally to it all and dont get it back. The fights completely drain me and I can barely find energy to clean and do basic things needing to be done. She then says I leave her to do most things, which is pretty true, but I know its because I just feel so exhausted. Before her I was very high achieving in running a business etc and staying on top of everything. Shes accused me that now im just comfortable and lazy because she will do everything for me.
A few nights ago she said she wanted a divorce and that she is just so miserable (shes really mentally suffering too and seeks professional help). She left and blocked me. The next day she came back crying and shaking and apologizing saying she cant picture her life with out me. We talked and talked and I spent so much time validating her and eventually I said "its just so hard for me because you dont like my fam and they are trying with you" and she lost it, mocked me, and called me names. Her issue was that I didnt acknowledge why she doesnt like them...but I just spent over an hour validating that! Then I left and said I wanted a trial separation.
I feel so confused. Im really questioning if im the narcissist or im just blind to my fams manipulation and control. If thats true and wont change, then I think that she is better off with out me so she can be happy. But when I think about me, in all cases, ive been so unhappy for years and only recently in the past 6 months have been really taking good care of my health. To top up on the confusion point, my wife did a bunch of psych assesmemts and was diagnosed with adhd, with an intelligence in the 92nd percentile (I think thats genious/mensa level??) but a working memory in the 37th percentile (reaalllly bad and considered a disability). So I wonder how that contributes to this all. My memory is pretty good but my IQ is about 125...for further context. Ive always said to that she is way smarter than which I really do believe.
So now I feel like ive abandoned her and want to help her and I cant bare to see her in pain. I almost want to stay and just accept ill be miserable to make sure she doesnt cry. Its so hard because I have a lot of love and care for her.
Fyi..weve done a couple years of counselling together. Its worked well only to the extent that she acknowledges how shes been hurt in the past and wrongfully lashes out at me and ive learned how to validate her feelings better. She asks me continually to read marriage books and go to counselling myself which I havent done.

In my grief I find myself really angry. I find myself sitting and staring mindlessly at whatever screen I’m looking. I feel numb. I want people to understand me, but they’ll never understand me.
I may not have been close to my big brother in adulthood, but god dammit do I miss that mother fucker like crazy. I keep crying, and it feels like the tears never stop. I feel so empty from time to time, alongside guilt. Every time I laugh I feel so guilty. I feel like I shouldn’t be happy anymore. I feel like this isn’t real. The thing I remember from when I was little was just how much I loved my big brother.
My partner has been so needy and all I want is to just tell them to fuck off. I don’t know if that’s actually the case or if I just want to be self destructive. My partner has tried, I just dislike while I’m grieving continuously feeling like I need to parent an adult because their parents failed to do the job. Amongst other things.
I have laid in bed or on the couch for hours in hopes of sleep because at least then I won’t think about it. It’s the only escape I have. Wake me up when September ends by Green Day should not feel nearly as relatable as it does.
Some of my friends aren’t up to my standards of supportive either. Literally I said “I wish I forget. I miss my brother” and this jackass responds “it’s all apart of the process.” I hope he never loses his sister, because this shit changes a person fundamentally. But also after me saying my brother passed tell me why he said “that’s rough. I’m sorry” like it was a fucking GOLDFISH that died? And it doesn’t even feel like the want to acknowledge my grief when I say something in the group chat. Being left in fucking read by my friends is so fucking fantastic. They’re such fucking terrible friends right now. My best friend is the only good one as she’s talked me through so much of this shit.
I want the police officers that’s negligence resulted in my brother’s death to suffer the same fate. I want them to die alone in a cell with no one to hold their hand too. They deserve it. They deserve to suffer the same way he did. They deserve to suffer for the pain they’ve caused my family. This isn’t even the first death that county jail has had, and the most fucked up thing I’ve seen was “you play you pay end of story.” Like he wasn’t a fucking person.
At his funeral my uncle took a picture of him my brothers corpse. All the anger just swelled up and I almost physically attacked him. I had to walk away and I angry cried to myself because how dare he disrespect my brother like that?
If people don’t learn to leave me the fuck alone when I’m crying I will fucking lose my shit. I’ve been approached at work several times. One of which I was made to take a walk that I didn’t want to. I wanted to cry on my own , get it out, and return to work. But no, had to walk with two strangers and talk about it and I wasn’t fucking comfortable at all. Then someone approached me and asked if I needed 5 minutes and I said no. For fucks sake, just let me cry to myself in peace .
I want my brother back. I want to say I’m so sorry. I want to hug him and tell him I love him so much. I just want 5 more minutes. He’s the only one who can make this better.
I want to just rot in bed all day and think about how much longer it is until I see him again. It’s too damn long, that’s for sure.

For context I am 17 and just broke up with my ex. We dated for about 6 months. In the beginning I actually had a massive crush on him for like 3 months. I really did like him a lot and wasn’t super shy about it since we had theatre together after school. He also liked me back so we started dating.
Now, reason why I had broken up with him is because I started loosing feelings around March. When May rolled around I began to have actual doubts about my feelings and if I wanted to be in this relationship. Thing is, there wasn’t necessarily any problems. My ex was loving and caring like any boyfriend but he had his own traumas and issues. He would overthink very often which for me became exhausting to deal with. He’d cry a lot because he was scared I would leave him or that I would like someone else. Some odd reason he always had bad dreams and would constantly cry over it. It became tiring to comfort him. I sometimes hold hands with my girl friend like any girl would and he legit told me had a dream about me leaving him for her 💀 like what? And he was scared I was gonna leave him for her. Overall he was scared of losing me. He had treated me like I was his whole world. Like I was the love of his life.
Here’s the thing, this would be sweet and cute but personally in my opinion was just not really it. I mean yeah, I loved him but he’s not the love of my life. We have only been dating for a few months not years. When we’re in advisory he’d constantly cling onto me and wrap himself around me. I didn’t mind at first but then it became too much. I just want my personal space. I guess those things just caused me to start losing feelings.
So to me the relationship didn’t hold that much meaning to me. After I broke up with him I didn’t cry nor did I feel super sad. But after a day or two I did begin to feel a bit sad because he’s a good person and bf but he just wasn’t meant for me. So that made me sad that I let go of him but it was for the best because everything was becoming a push and pull situation between us.
So now here we are a week later and on Monday my old feelings for this guy sort of rekindled ig? Idk. In the beginning of the year before me and my ex even got together I kinda had a thing for this guy who I’ll refer to as Mf bc why not. I don’t know Mf very much because 1. I don’t have any classes with him 2. No after school activities together. Funny enough his older brother and I are good friends with each other. (His brother is ok with me liking Mf btw lol) so I sometimes see Mf when me and his brother are going somewhere after school. Occasionally in the halls and such.
Ultimately I decided to shoot my shot with my ex instead. Then a week ago I broke up with him. When Monday rolled around these feelings for Mf returned when I saw him again and interacted with him. I hate the fact I like him. Because I don’t want to but i literally can’t stop it. He and I both just got out of relationships so I’m not gonna try to pursue anything. But that doesn’t change the fact I still have a crush on him which I hate.
Unfortunately yesterday I also made the realization that Mf fits my type kinda well. (Not personally yet because idk him well enough to determine) but he’s taller than me, he’s fit, lean, and has a sense of style. And to me he’s good looking. 7/10 give or take.
Besides that I just don’t understand why now? I don’t want to date him right now. Because it’s highly possible that this is just a phase I guess. So I don’t want to do anything rash. I wanna give it like a month or two to see if I really like him before actually considering if I should try to get to know him and what not. Yet I keep thinking about him and have to resist the urge to text him. Ughh. Why I gotta have a crush on this mf? And why now?
(I’m having a crisis pls send help-)
Sorry that was so long. I have to make sure there is context so I can get advice.

Hi everyone, I hope I am allowed to post this here. I'm 13F and i have always liked boys but sometimes I like girls and I am okay with that. But I was hurt by a man really bad recently and since then I have done lots of thinking. I can't picture myself with a boy ever again and I know not all boys are the same but it's not them , its their 🍆 I don't want near me. I started thinking about girls alot more and I know I like them, I think maybe I am now a lesbian because I don't ever want to do sex with a 🍆 ever again. I am new to the lgbt stuff so I am sorry if I upset anyone I don't mean to. I understand not all boys have 🍆 and not all girls have 🐱 and some people aren't a boy or a girl but I think I don't ever want to go out with someone with a 🍆 ever again. Does that make me a lesbian? Because I do like girls It was hidden away but it was there I only told someone I liked girls after I was assaulted and my family don't know about either, they would hate me to know I have done things with a man and that I like girls. They want me to grow up and marry a man and only ever do it with him and have babies and live like them but I don't want any of that. What do you all think?