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For me - Amy arm folding, Sean’s flounce, Steve talking in a daft voice, Ken ordering a half, Police turning up at exactly at the right time in exactly the right place, Ambulance arriving in seconds - usually with the siren being audible before the victim has finished getting injured, Nick squinting, Ryan mentioning DJ’ing, 35 people living in Eileen’s, Yasmeen saying ‘that man’, LONDON, Police arresting the wrong person, Billy’s praying hands, Dev calling someone ‘honey’, Dev doing his Dev speak, Chesney’s bottom lip over top lip, Toyah mentioning counselling, Glenda mentioning cruise ships, Rita saying ‘listen lady’, Gemma eating with her mouth open, Daniel and Max putting it all behind them, The feeling that Gary fighting the urge to end his sentences with ‘you slag’ and constantly putting his coat on, David being genuinely hilarious, Disappearing children, Mary’s weird zip up boots, Red onion and empty pint, Laptop closing or stuffed under a cushion when someone walks in, Inability to see the painfully obvious, Forgotten family ties, Forgotten pets, Debbie’s handbag carrying. Many, many more to come…

Harry looked over at his mentor sitting up at the position of Headmaster and gave him a nod.
"There will be no interference from anyone. That goes for staff, too. Is that understood?" the Headmaster said with force.
"Yes Professor Tsung," came back the chorus of replies.
Across the Great Hall, Harry faced off with his nemesis. The Dark Lord Voldemort stood with a sneer on his face, wand drawn. "It is foolish of you to send Potter to face me alone. But I will certainly not object. My loyal Death Eaters, you will do nothing until the boy is dead at my hand."
The masked and robed wizards gave their acknowledgments with nods and a few scattered, "Yes, my lord's"
The Headmaster stood and yelled out, "Begin!"
There was a flurry of activity as Harry and Voldemort exchanged a dozen spells in quick succession. It started with bone breaking curses and cutting curses, then got much darker from there.
After a few seconds of being surprised by the fury and skill displayed by the seventeen year old, Voldemort began drawing from his repertoire of magic which he usually reserved for powerful opponents. He conjured a massive snake made of Fiendfyre.
A small smirk tugged at Harry's mouth upon seeing that spell. It was time for him to step up his own game.
In an instant, Harry's form blurred and warped, becoming a bit taller, a bit larger, a whole lot older, and exceedingly more flamboyant. Voldemort looked in shock as Albus Dumbledore stood before him.
'Albus' wasted no time in banter. He quickly twirled his wand, whistling all the while, and a flood of water sprang up from where he alone knew and overwhelmed the fire spell, dousing it before it could gain too much strength. Then the long-bearded wizard began transfiguring the tables and chairs into deadly soldiers, animated suits of armor, and turned the debris around him into deadly spears that hurled themselves at Voldemort unerringly.
The dark wizard screamed in anger, sending a shockwave of raw magic out to destroy the transfigured and conjured threats.
"No, this cannot be! You are dead!"
The form of the deceased Headmaster blurred and shifted, leaving Harry Potter standing there again. "So, he is, but he sends you his regards. He says he'll be seeing you soon."
The self-styled Dark Lord could not take that taunt. He jabbed his wand forward. "AVADA KEDAVRA!"
The green bolt flew towards Harry at an incredible speed, but the younger wizard side-stepped it. Then his form shifted again, this time into the form of his old, hated potions teacher. From his dark, billowing robes 'Severus Snape' pulled a few potions and downed them. He would need every advantage if he wanted to defeat this enemy.
But Voldemort laughed. "Snape? You should have chosen more wisely, Harry. You may have found my old faithful servant to be intimidating, but for me he was just a tool."
Having obtained the benefit he wanted from that form, Harry was all too glad to shed it. While Harry had not found the Potions Master intimidating since he had been training with his mentor, he did continue to loathe the man and being in his form was not at all enjoyable, despite what had happened at the end.
Harry shot off a few curses and dodged a few more, but this was getting him nowhere. He needed an edge. And there was one form he knew would give it to him.
A sudden blurring and Harry stood in a form sure to freak his opponent out. Voldemort's own evil red eyes stared back at the Dark Lord.
"Avada Kedavra!" "Avada Kedavra!"
The two cast at the same time, both barely dodging out of the way at the last second.
"You dare use my own form against me! I will destroy you the way I destroyed your parents you little--"
Harry's form blurred once--but faded into nothing immediately after. Appearing behind Voldemort he stretched out both of his hands and fired off a succession of flaming projectiles that caught the dark wizard mid-sentence.
The Dark Lord tried to rise, but he found it impossible. The attack had ruined him. Voldemort watched as Harry summoned his wand to him and snapped it in half as he strode over to him.
"Fool, you should not have started monologuing in the middle of Kombat," Headmaster Tsang Tsung said as Harry approached his fallen opponent.
Harry glanced up at the head table, careful to keep an eye on his enemy. That had been drilled into his head by his teacher.
"FINISH HIM!" the sorcerer commanded.
Harry grabbed the snaked-faced wizard with one hand, the other he raised above his head. "Your soul is mine!" Harry declared.
Sickly green magic poured from his hands into the man formerly known as Tom Marvolo Riddle, and then the energy poured back towards Harry, with what was left of Voldemort's soul along with it, back into Harry through his eyes and mouth. A ruined husk of withered and greyed flesh was all that was left of Voldemort's final body.
Gasps of shock and revulsion came from the Hogwarts teachers.
Harry rolled his eyes. "What?" he asked with a shrug of his shoulders.

Warning: Mentions of violence, blood, and some self harm near the end.
While browsing some random conspiracy site, I found what is a supposedly leaked file from the Nevada County Sheriff's Department; however, nothing has been confirmed. According to the OP, it is believed the following is the personal account of a 21 year old Jonathan Ashford of Grass Valley, California. Normally I would write stuff like this off but this one is...different. I’ve done my best to correct most of the grammar and misspelling while at the same time trying to avoid skewing the original account.
-September 15, 2022
I’ve never really been an outdoor person. Well, I guess that’s because I’ve never really been outdoors much in the first place. And that’s because I guess…I've never been invited? I don’t really have any friends. So, needless to say, I was surprised to find myself on a backpacking trip with a group of 5 other students from my university. The plan was five days in Tahoe National Forest some place called Mystery Lake. Monday-Friday. I don’t know why they decided to do it during the week. Most of us had okay grades at best and part time jobs on the side so taking a week off of it all seemed at the very least a bit irresponsible; and yet, I went anyway. Listen, I didn’t plan it, okay? This was one of my only chances to get to know people. The hike wasn’t too long but my genius self who had only been backpacking once when I was around 9 years old or so decided to carry 60 pounds of bullshit up the mountain resulting in my shoulders being sore and raw for the foreseeable future.
-10:11 PM
To be honest, I don’t really know why they let me come with them. I only know one of them and the group has been ignoring me for pretty much the entire trip. I was always bringing up the back on the hike in and I set up my tent outside of the main camp behind some trees. I haven’t eaten any meals with them or talked to them or, now that I think about it, anything really. Regardless. The trip has been an experience. Hopefully things get more exciting tomorrow.
-September 16
I’ve only ever slept in a tent a couple times so the new environment and lack of sleeping pills resulted in quite a restless night. I woke up at about eleven; everyone else was gone. I remembered they were talking about a day hike on a trail headed north so assuming that’s where they went, I hurried to get dressed and grabbed some granola bars. I’m about to head out. I hope I find them.
-12:21 PM
I’d been briskly walking for around an hour and was feeling quite exhausted so when I heard the group’s voices off in the distance I was very relieved. I started to jog in their direction when–when this jolt or–wave of energy flooded my mind. My head instantly started throbbing and my vision went blurry. The best way I could describe it is–TV static? Like the old TVs that would go all staticky when the signal got bad. I could barely make out shapes and a space in the middle of my vision was especially dark to the point where I couldn’t see past it. That wasn’t the worst of it, though. God no, if only I was that lucky. I can still hear the shrieking. That goddamn shrieking. In an instant all I could hear was this sharp, scratchy shrieking. It pierced through my ears and rooted itself in my head. I think I cried out in pain but even if I did I couldn’t have heard it. It was as if the damned souls of hell all cried out in eternal pain all at once and begged for death. I gripped and pulled at my hair, hardly noticing the pain that resulted from it as I fell to my knees in agony before…
I slowly opened my eyes. My head hurt and there was a slight buzzing in my ears. I lay in a pile of ivy next to a fallen log, my back dampened from the cool soil beneath me. I stood up, the hill on which I previously stood was nowhere in sight. As I leaned my shoulder against a tree to steady myself I heard voices. Cautiously, I walked through the foliage as the low vines dragged along my ankles. As I walked, I looked up. The falling sun cast a soft orange glow across the sky. It was probably around five O’clock or so. I climbed up on a large rock only to realize I was near the main camp. I pin-pointed the voices of my fellow campers as they huddled around a low-burning campfire. As I sat down to listen to them speak I could sense a strong feeling of uneasiness resonating from the group. Then it hit me.
“Are you sure you haven’t seen her since earlier this afternoon?” One of them said, I think his name was Matthew? He was tall and lean, by far the tallest in the group.
“I’m sure! It just doesn’t make sense. One minute she was behind me going on about who knows what and then the next when I turn around she’s gone!” A girl with light brown hair said. I didn’t know her name. I could see tears forming at the corner of her eyes as the wind blew her hair into her face.
“We need to find her before it gets dark. Groups of two; stick together!” A shorter man with brown hair said. Ryan. He was the only one I knew. We weren’t friends. Definitely not. But he was nice enough to me in the classes we had together and I was grateful that I was able to go on the trip with him. As he walked past the boulder I sat beside, paying me no mind, I saw his lower lip quiver as his wide eyes looked straight ahead. He was more nervous than he led on. I zoned out for a few seconds, the static from earlier crawling its way into the corners of my vision when a chipmunk climbing a tree snapped me back to reality and I realized I had been left at camp. I looked around at the tall forest but the group was nowhere in sight. I assumed they wanted me to wait at camp in case the missing girl, Alice, came back, but as I moved toward the dying campfire the call of nature occupied my thoughts. I found a spade and a roll of toilet paper and strode briskly into the forest, the cool Autumn air rushing against my chapped lips as I walked. I reached over to scratch an itch on my arm when I saw it.
“The fuck?” I wondered out loud. There on my upper forearm was…a bite mark. I rattled my brain trying to think what could have made that kind of mark. As I examined it more I confirmed my suspicions. It seemed human. At least I think it was human. It’s not like there are any goddamn monkeys native to Middle of Nowhere, California. There was also a dark purple bruise on my lower forearm. Didn’t remember getting that either.
I looked around for a good spot. Stepping over a log, I set my foot down on something soft. It was Alice. Her right hand crushed and mangled and a dried trickle of blood at the corner of her mouth had pooled on a flattened leaf. I screamed, tripping and falling back in the direction I hoped was the camp. As I jumped over a rock I landed hard on my left ankle as a streak of pain shot up through my body. I was trying to get back up when I heard it. The screeching. It steadily yet quickly faded in until it flooded my hearing. My vision was clouded by that same static. I curled up into a ball, kicking at the air. My eyes watered and I felt the urge to vomit…
A wave of dizziness hit me as I opened my eyes and fell on my tailbone, pain shooting up my back. I lay down on my back and looked up at the trees, my nose bloody. It was still dark. Had I been standing? I tried to recall what I had been doing but all I remembered were faded images. One thing I didn’t forget was the screeching. All that I could remember was covered by that screeching and a faint veil of that static. Just thinking about it made my head throb.
A groan. I nearly jumped out of my skin as I turned to look in the sound’s direction. It was David. He looked injured, lying on the ground, but quickly crawled back in what looked like fear when he saw me.
“You bitch!” He muttered between gritted teeth. Before I could react he was up on his feet charging in my direction. I tried to doge him but the wind was quickly knocked out of me as he headbutted me in the stomach. I fell back onto the ground and between coughs I saw him running towards me. Before he could deliver a heavy stomp to my chest I caught his foot and kicked up into his groin. He stumbled back with a low yelp of pain and, taking my chance while he was stunned, I stood up as fast as I could and prepared to block another attack. He ran up to me and attempted to deliver a blow to my stomach with his right fist, leaving his upper body undefended; I used the opportunity to send a hard punch into the side of his neck. He fell back choking, tears in his eyes. As he tried to sit down he tripped on a root and hit his head on a nearby boulder with a sickening crack. He squirmed for a moment, then nothing.
Silence. There was a faint red stain on the side of the rock, and beneath his blood-stained hair, his head seemed unnervingly misshapen. The closer I looked, the more I saw. Bruised neck, flowing blood, even some pinkish bone exposed near the worst of the damage to his skull. The fall must’ve been worse than I thought. Why would he attack me? What was wrong with him? Had he mistaken me for someone else? I sat against the blood-stained boulder and leaned my head back. I’m exhausted. Everything hurts. My ankle is throbbing. I can’t remember how long it’s been since I’ve slept and I don’t know what to do. I should probably go try to find the camp but…I’m too tired. I think I’m going to go to sleep now.
-September 18
I slept through the entire day and most of the night! Or, at least I think I did. The more I think about it I’m not so sure. It’s like 2:30 AM, glad my phone still works even if my brain doesn’t, just wish I had signal. I’m not sure what to do but I might try to go find
-4:29 AM
Something’s definitely out here with us. Or–me. Not sure how many of the others are left out here. I’m sure that shrieking is tied to something. I heard something off in the distance while writing and decided to go check it out. It was Matthew and that other girl. They were walking briskly and their eyes seemed to be darting around frantically. They were talking in hushed tones but from what I heard they found Alice's body, and they were worried. I was about to reveal myself to them when the shrieking came back. It hit me like a train, and sometimes I think a train would have hurt less. It felt like it lasted for hours, I bit a hole through my lip and fell off of the boulder I was sitting on. I couldn’t see anything except a dark patch of static in the middle of my vision surrounded by more static. All the cuts and bruises in my body seemed to amplify and I could barely breathe. I just wanted it to stop but it wouldn’t. It wouldn’t stop.
The two were dead when I came to. I wasn’t much better off myself. No matter how much I spit I can’t get the taste of blood out of my mouth. My arms are covered in cuts and bruises and my shoulder was dislocated. That was a fun half hour figuring out how to put it back in place. I think whatever is out here with us clouds your vision and makes it impossible to hear anything as a way to hunt you. I’m amazed it hasn’t killed me yet. I hope Ryan is still out there.
-6:06 AM
It’s been a long night. A really long night. I found Ryan but–but now I wish I hadn’t. It was around five AM I think, I had been aimlessly wandering through the forest looking for something, anything. By the most unlucky luck Ryan came stumbling around a tree. When he saw me his eyes went wide.
“Jon, what the hell?” Then he squinted his eyes and seemed to notice the wounds on my arm.
“Oh god,” he said. Then, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a small knife, glaring at me during the process. Before I could reply, he charged me, knife in hand. I–I didn't want to kill him. I really didn’t. He tackled me to the ground, forcing the knife close to my chest. I desperately tried to push him away and being the stronger one, I knocked him off me. As he hurried to get back on top of me I sent my right leg flying into his arm, knocking the knife from his hand. Before he realized what was happening I grabbed the knife from the ground. In what seemed like a last desperate attempt he tried to force me down again but, already having the knife in my hand, I quickly slashed his chest and one of his wrists without thinking. I didn’t want to do it. I didn’t mean to kill him! I was just defending myself. I don’t know why he attacked me, what’s gotten into him and David? Is that thing controlling them? They didn’t seem like they were under some kind of spell…I don’t think so at least.
After a soft cry of pain he collapsed and rolled down the steep hill we were standing on. I didn’t bother looking for his body. No point. Odds are that thing would use his body as a trap for me or something. I don’t know anymore.
Somehow I found my way back. I don’t remember how, all I remember is collapsing against a tree out of exhaustion but, here I am at the trailhead. I guess my half dead brain forgot most of it. I don’t know what I’ll do now, I don’t think I’ll tell the police. If they hear that some creepy ghost creature is hiding out in the forest killing my friends I’ll probably get locked up in who the fuck knows where for who the fuck knows what. But, no matter how many or how few believe me, I know something is out there. And I know it’s dangerous. I doubt the bodies will ever be found. That forest is huge and I buried Matthew and Elizabeth, found her name in a backpack she had on.
This will be my last entry. My name is Jonathan Ashford, and I survived something dangerous in the Tahoe national forest. Whatever you do, do not go there. Goodbye.
-September 22, 2022, 5:06 PM
Ryan survived. The police are after me. Apparently he told them I stalked them in the forest and picked them off when they weren’t together. I don’t know what’s happening. There are some gaps in my memory but I know that I didn’t kill those people. I only killed David, and that was self defense. I’m not sure what I’ll do. The police don’t know where I am but I’m sure that won’t last long.
-8:19 PM
I saw an interview with Ryan on the local news while browsing channels. He seemed–off. There were bags under his eyes and his skin was pale. He seemed nervous, shaky. I hope he’s ok. I still don’t understand why he thinks I killed them.
-September 23, 3:12 AM
ok ok. I have a theory. I’ve been up all night thinking and it makes so much sense now. That thing can shriek. Terrifying right? But explainable. The static I still can’t make sense of, there’s no feasible way it could naturally do that. What if whatever supernatural force causes the static can also control people? Maybe that’s why Ryan looks so crazy. It must be controlling him. But why would it want me? Am I immune to its effects? Maybe.
-6:04 AM
They didn’t notice it. It didn’t hit them. When I was spying on Matthew and Elizabeth, right before they were–anyways.
The shrieking hit my ears before the static hit my eyes and in those few seconds, they didn’t notice. It didn’t affect them. They didn’t hear the shrieking. Maybe the shrieking is that monster thing's abilities failing to control me. Maybe that's why ryan-whatever’s controlling Ryan wants me. It’s because I’m a threat to it. Because It can’t control me. When I woke up I was injured, but never killed like the others. Maybe it doesn’t have as much power over me as others.
But why would the authorities believe Ryan? There’s no way his story can add up. Even if that creature, that thing, is intelligent, it can’t be that smart to fake a story. Why are they after me?
-11:42 PM
The police came by today. I was about to update this log again when they started banging on my door. I was able to sneak out a window before they noticed me, glad I live on the ground floor.
Something seemed off about them. I can’t say what but, something, like the uncanny valley effect, where something looks human but isn't. Whatever. It’s probably just my imagination. I need sleep.
-September 24, 2:20 AM
Something is wrong–something is definitely wrong. How did they find me? Holy shit that was close! I was dozing by a couple of dumpsters behind a gas station. Figured it was safe enough since it was out of the way and partly blocked by a fence until I heard dogs barking. Not sure how many of them there are, at least two–maybe three, I can still hear them barking. I figured they were just strays that would hopefully leave me alone until I saw the lights. Damn things half-blinded me!
“Son, what are you doing back here? Can we walk to you?” one of the officers said, his face was clammy and pale, he seemed tired, he seemed–off. I didn’t respond or wait for them to try and get closer, I dashed past them before they could call their dogs on me and jumped the fence, running into the tree line. I managed to climb my way up a tree a ways into the woods before they could get around the fence and send their dogs out. They haven’t found me yet, but they’re still looking for me. I can see their flashlights periodically bathing the tree line in a pale glow. I think I’ll try to wait them out and then climb down and run for as long as I can. Not sure where I’ll go yet but they keep finding me so I’ll have to get creative. Not sure how they’re finding me so quickly and easily, but maybe I can come up with something. Is that–thing finding me? Does it always know where I am? Is it controlling the police? Maybe that's why they looked so…wrong. I don’t know. I’m starting to think I don’t know anything anymore. I keep noticing the static in the corner of my vision occasionally, not sure why.
-September 24, 5:03 PM
I fucked up. Big time. Last night, somehow, I fell asleep. I don’t know how, guess I was just too exhausted. The sound of a helicopter pierced through the top of the tree line. Before I could register everything, I slipped and fell down the tree. I was able to slow my fall a bit by dragging my hands along the tree–hurt like a bitch–but I still landed hard. Can barely sit down. I think I was able to avoid being detected by the helicopter. I’m going to start walking. Not sure where but, I need to go somewhere. The static is constantly in the corner of my vision whenever I focus on it now. Why is this happening?
-10:44 PM
This doesn’t make any sense, I don’t know what's happening anymore! I was wandering through the forest when the static came back. God, it was awful, forgot how bad it was. Hell, maybe it was worse this time. Who knows. This isn’t the weirdest, or worst, part. I woke up in my apartment, I’m exhausted, but don’t have any new visible injuries despite how shitty I feel. Not sure why that thing didn’t try to hurt me, maybe it gave up on trying.
The news was on when I woke up, God I’m so fucked. They found the bodies–the ones that I buried. Of course they found my DNA all over them, used their forensics or whatever to try to explain how I killed everyone. I’ll have to admit if it wasn’t all a setup by some evil entity out to get me it would be pretty convincing. Sometimes–I find myself believing it. I don’t know what to think at this point, nothing makes sense anymore. The static is far more noticeable now. My head is starting to hurt, too.
They haven’t come back to my apartment yet, probably don’t think I would return this soon after they searched the place. I know they’ll be here eventually but I’m too tired to care right now. My brother and his kids used to live a few hours out of town, I think he built a treehouse for his kids somewhere behind the house. Maybe I’ll go try and hide out there for as long as I can. As if that will be very long at all.
-September 26, 6:24 PM
Everywhere I look, everything I watch. They’re always out for me. Everyone is looking for me. The things the police and the media keep saying about me–the evidence that gets released every day, the testimonies, officials saying I have symptoms of psychological problems like psychosis and DID, of Bipolar. More and more–I’m starting to believe it myself. Surely it's that thing. Surely it’s getting in my head…right?
-September 27, 1:03 PM
Made it to the treehouse, glad it’s still here. Had a few close calls along the way when trying to steal food from gas stations but I made it ok. Glad I did, the static is starting to really cloud my vision and my head hurts so bad my ears are starting to ring. I’m not out of the woods yet, that’s for sure. I can sense them...it. They’re trailing me. I think they’re getting close.
I’m so tired, so confused. I don’t know what to do, what to think anymore. What’s next? Maybe I’ll try to get some rest…if I can, that is.
I could try to come up with something, some silver bullet or whatever. I have this one idea, it’s not smart or clever, not even close, but it’s an idea, and it won’t let it–them–it, whatever, win. At least I don’t think it will; besides, surely it has a bigger plan for me, right? There’s no way it would go through all this effort just to kill me…
-4:39
They found me. I can hear them outside. They’re getting closer.
To be honest, I don’t know anymore. Maybe I did kill all those people, maybe I am insane. I don’t know what to believe. There’s so much being said, so many people saying it. I’m just so confused, so tired, so scared.
There's a bomb on the chair beside me, homemade. Glad I grabbed enough supplies to build it. Took me a while to figure it out as well as a few close calls but I think I got it working. They’ll have quite the surprise waiting for them once they find me…
They’re at the base of the tree now. The static has almost completely consumed my vision and my head feels like it’s about to explode. I don’t know what’s real and what’s not anymore. I’m not sure why I was made the target of this, why this is happening to me at all, but regardless of the reason, I won’t let them win.
To the creature, or entity, to whatever is doing this to me: I’ll see you in Hell.
Goodbye
Aside from some generic legal stuff to conclude the report, that’s where the document ends. I’m not sure what to make of it. Definitely a lot to take in. I contacted the OP on the site I got this from but haven’t received a response yet, will update if I receive one. For now my only advice is be careful, and don’t go backpacking in Tahoe National Forest. If anyone has any thoughts or info, please, let me know.

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Pronostic vainqueur Roland-Garros 2022
Le tournoi de Roland-Garros est l'un des événements les plus prestigieux du monde du tennis, attirant chaque année les meilleurs joueurs de la planète. En 2022, les pronostics vont bon train pour déterminer qui sera le vainqueur de cette édition.
Les principaux favoris pour remporter le titre à Roland-Garros cette année incluent certains noms bien connus du circuit, tels que Rafael Nadal, le roi de la terre battue, qui a déjà remporté le tournoi à plusieurs reprises. Novak Djokovic, numéro un mondial, est également un prétendant sérieux, ayant montré sa forme exceptionnelle sur toutes les surfaces de jeu.
D'autres prétendants potentiels incluent des jeunes stars montantes comme Stefanos Tsitsipas, Alexander Zverev et Daniil Medvedev, qui pourraient créer la surprise en s'imposant sur la terre battue parisienne.
Cependant, le tennis est un sport imprévisible et tout peut arriver lors d'un tournoi majeur comme Roland-Garros. Des joueurs moins renommés pourraient également créer la surprise en réalisant des performances exceptionnelles.
Les amateurs de tennis du monde entier attendent avec impatience de voir quel joueur soulèvera le trophée tant convoité à Roland-Garros cette année. Une chose est sûre, l'excitation et le suspense seront au rendez-vous jusqu'à la fin du tournoi.
Favori tournoi Roland-Garros
Le tournoi de Roland-Garros est l'un des événements sportifs les plus emblématiques de l'année. Chaque printemps, les amateurs de tennis du monde entier se rassemblent à Paris pour assister à ce tournoi prestigieux. Les meilleurs joueurs et joueuses s'affrontent sur la terre battue du Stade Roland-Garros dans l'espoir de remporter le titre convoité de champion.
Ce tournoi, qui fait partie des quatre tournois du Grand Chelem, est réputé pour son atmosphère unique et sa tradition riche. Les courts de Roland-Garros sont le théâtre de matchs intenses et spectaculaires, où les joueurs rivalisent pour atteindre la victoire finale. Les spectateurs sont captivés par le talent et la détermination des athlètes, créant une ambiance électrique et passionnée.
Outre le tennis de haut niveau, Roland-Garros offre également une expérience culturelle inégalée. Les spectateurs peuvent déguster des mets délicieux, explorer les stands de produits artisanaux et profiter de l'ambiance festive qui règne dans les allées du stade. C'est l'occasion idéale de vivre pleinement la passion du tennis tout en découvrant la culture française.
En somme, le tournoi de Roland-Garros est un incontournable pour tous les amateurs de tennis et de sport en général. C'est un rendez-vous annuel qui allie compétition acharnée, émotion intense et moments inoubliables. Que l'on soit passionné de tennis ou simplement amateur de sensations fortes, Roland-Garros saura combler toutes les attentes et offrir des souvenirs impérissables à ceux qui auront la chance d'y assister.
Cotes paris sportifs Roland-Garros
Les cotes des paris sportifs pour Roland-Garros sont un sujet brûlant pour les amateurs de tennis du monde entier. Chaque année, ce prestigieux tournoi attire l'attention des parieurs qui cherchent à prédire les performances des joueurs sur terre battue. Les bookmakers proposent une variété de cotes pour chaque match, offrant aux parieurs la possibilité de placer des paris sur des résultats divers.
Les cotes des paris sportifs pour Roland-Garros sont influencées par de nombreux facteurs, tels que le classement des joueurs, leur forme récente, leurs performances passées sur terre battue et les conditions météorologiques. Les parieurs chevronnés analysent ces éléments pour prendre des décisions éclairées et placer des paris stratégiques.
Certaines cotes des paris sportifs pour Roland-Garros peuvent être considérées comme des valeurs sûres, offrant des opportunités de gains intéressantes. Toutefois, il est essentiel de se rappeler que le tennis est un sport imprévisible et que les surprises ne sont pas rares lors des tournois du Grand Chelem.
En conclusion, les cotes des paris sportifs pour Roland-Garros ajoutent une dimension excitante à l'expérience des fans de tennis. Que vous soyez un parieur chevronné ou un novice, suivre de près les cotes et les fluctuations du marché peut vous aider à maximiser vos chances de gains tout en appréciant l'action sur le court.
Parcours joueur victorieux Roland-Garros
Le tournoi de Roland-Garros est l'un des événements sportifs les plus prestigieux au monde dans le monde du tennis. Chaque année, les meilleurs joueurs et joueuses se disputent le titre sur la terre battue du Stade Roland-Garros à Paris. Certains joueurs ont marqué l'histoire du tournoi en réalisant des parcours exceptionnels et victorieux.
L'un des plus grands joueurs de l'histoire du tennis, Rafael Nadal, est un véritable maître sur la terre battue de Roland-Garros. Surnommé le "Roi de la terre battue", l'Espagnol a remporté à plusieurs reprises le tournoi, réalisant des performances extraordinaires et des parcours victorieux qui resteront gravés dans les mémoires.
Un autre joueur légendaire à avoir marqué Roland-Garros est Björn Borg. Le joueur suédois a remporté plusieurs fois le tournoi dans les années 1970, impressionnant le public par son talent et sa détermination sur le court.
Plus récemment, des joueuses comme Serena Williams ont également réalisé des parcours victorieux à Roland-Garros. La joueuse américaine, considérée comme l'une des plus grandes de tous les temps, a remporté le tournoi à plusieurs reprises, montrant sa force et sa maîtrise du jeu sur terre battue.
Ces joueurs et joueuses d'exception ont su briller à Roland-Garros en réalisant des parcours victorieux qui resteront à jamais gravés dans l'histoire du tennis.
Analyse performance gagnant Roland-Garros
L'analyse de la performance du gagnant de Roland-Garros est un exercice fascinant qui permet de décortiquer les clés de la victoire sur la terre battue. Chaque année, ce tournoi de renommée mondiale attire les meilleurs joueurs de tennis de la planète, prêts à en découdre pour remporter le Graal du Grand Chelem.
Pour remporter Roland-Garros, un joueur doit non seulement être techniquement brillant, mais aussi mentalement fort. La capacité à gérer la pression des grands matchs, à rester concentré pendant de longs échanges intenses et à s'adapter à différents styles de jeu est cruciale pour sortir vainqueur de ce tournoi exigeant.
L'analyse de la performance du gagnant de Roland-Garros passe également par l'étude de ses statistiques. Que ce soit en termes de premières balles, de pourcentage de points gagnés sur les seconds services, ou de break points convertis, chaque détail compte dans la quête de la victoire.
Enfin, l'aspect physique ne doit pas être négligé. Roland-Garros est un tournoi éprouvant qui teste la condition physique des joueurs sur plusieurs matchs consécutifs. La capacité à récupérer entre les rencontres, à gérer la fatigue et à rester en forme jusqu'à la finale sont des éléments déterminants dans la performance du gagnant.
En définitive, l'analyse de la performance du gagnant de Roland-Garros est une étude approfondie qui met en lumière les compétences techniques, mentales et physiques nécessaires pour briller sur la terre battue parisienne. Seul le joueur le plus complet et le mieux préparé peut prétendre soulever le trophée des Internationaux de France.

TLDR: my guy friend and I got much closer than before after a weekend away. I have feelings for him but he has a girlfriend, my friends say he’s flirting but I don’t wanna distance myself.
So I originally met Brian M20 in October but very briefly, I was talking more with his best friend Steve M20
Steve and I did end up kissing in the March but we decided to stay friends
When this happened Brian was there to give me advice and help me deal.
Around the same time I also got scared of our friend raising his voice at me and Brian made sure I was okay. When I had to talk to this guy and went away, Brian followed without us asking, insisting he stay next to me and that he was there for me to make sure I wasn’t alone/protected.
Brian has a girlfriend, I found this out in March.
Brian and I have been friends since and he’s always offered an ear but always just been around, never really getting close. He even encouraged me to join their friendship group and be around more since he said everyone likes me
He offered at one point to talk to Steve to see if he could sort out the ongoing awkwardness and before a weekend away with all our friends I told him not to bother.
On this weekend away, Steve wasn’t around and so it was just Brian and I hanging out. Slowly throughout the weekend we were eventually growing more attached to the hip, always together.
We went to the smokers together, he asked if we could take a breather away from everyone, I was worried about my top looking bad and he told me it looked nice, just as everyone reassured me. Then I would catch him looking at me and me looking at him. I accidentally even caught him doing this on a video and then hiding from it
The next day I was driving back with him and before the drive we were hanging with friends and he was standing so close to me while I was sitting his leg was practically on my thigh. He also kept making faces at me across the room to the point a stranger asked if we were dating.
On the drive home I always caught him staring at me and looking away when he got caught. At one point we made a game out of it and looked back and forth continuously until we met eyes and smiled and looked away.
We would hang out with friends and then end up alone. This time our friendship felt like it shifted, we had gotten closer. I was talking excitedly about something and he was smiling and staring into my eyes, he called me love so softly I barely heard it, and even though he said he was gonna go home he stayed with me when all our friends went home. We stayed together until sunrise poking fun and bantering with each other. He would make fun of my accent (trying to do an impression) and the words I used and how short I was or bad at a game etc
At one point he made a risqué joke and we both got real awkward and brushed it aside.
By this point I’ve developed feelings for him
He says I distract him if I come near him and if he sees my face or pictures it he can’t focus
He nearly hurt me and hugged me
He nearly upset me and tried to hug me and pat me on the head and asked the whole night if we were okay
Then once I offered him a smoke and instead of taking it from me like he normally does, he bent down and puffed it from my hand in front of everyone
I once went to look at my phone and he didn’t want me to because we were playing a game and he kept blocking it even when I was against him, drunk and not realising and kept moving in front of me laughing
He maintains eye contact for so long and at one point I said something and his eyes were flickering from one side of my face to the other for a few seconds before he finally asked me to repeat myself, all in front of Steve which made me feel odd
I tried to distance and then we got teamed up for a group game night and when we were winning he was fist bumping me until he spontaneously hugged me when we won, always walking away to talk me up to other people and then coming back to talk about it again
I am so confused because we’re friends but I get the impression something is there that’s more than my feelings.
I don’t wanna distance myself because he’s always been good to me but something in me knows if I was his girlfriend I wouldn’t like this
How do I go forward without distance because I would never be a homewrecker but I have these feelings? Is this all in my head?

Well I had this co worker at one point in time and I was there for about 2 weeks or 3 weeks when she started putting both of her hands on my forearm and began rubbing as well and she did this twice. The last time she did we smiled and held eye contact for about 7 long seconds (which I loved). I'm intrigued to hear your thoughts about my very short story.

I’m someone who has had a very, very rough life. I came from a very abusive family. One way I was abused is my mother twisted Catholicism to blame me for the abuse to torture me psychologically. This led me to become an atheist at 14. I went no contact with my family last year after my mother made me homeless for being transgender and not Catholic.
I’m 21 now. I have been an atheist until yesterday. I struggled horrifically with drugs and alcohol. However, I believe in God now as I realized I did not get sober on my own. I’ve been having so many personal revelations and my life has been glowing up ever since I decided to follow the path of whatever is out there and became sober. It’s because there’s been a god there the entire time. I never thought I would become sober (let alone at 21). Me living the 12 steps of AA and Al-anon has allowed me to heal from my generational trauma in my family and forgive my family. It was after I forgave my family that God reveled himself to me.
I’m very smart. My IQ is 130, my emotional intelligence score is 95 out of 100, and I go to a division I research college. I’ve been through some of the worst crimes against humanity. But, I sprang up, survived, and I have found a way to become a clinical psychologist. I believe it is the will of God for me to help the world in this way. I believe I am a chosen person of God as I’m, naturally in so many situations, helping someone (whatever that looks like) all day every day recently.
However, I’m not sure if Jesus and the Holy Spirit exist. My mother lied to me about so much about them. However, I told a woman who works in the dorm I live in that I believe in God now. With no other context, she said she would get me a Bible and to read Psalms: 27 in the mean time.
The entire psalm explains my life right now. And it fills me with so much power. I quickly emailed an Episcopal church in my area and asked to join their choir without a second thought. I went to an Episcopalian church a few times when I joined AA two years ago, but I wasn’t ready to explore this at that time. I chose that church as it has most of the Catholic traditions I like and they were extremely accepting of the fact I’m a transgender male. I’m going to one of their church services on Sunday morning and calling a devout Christian friend to talk through Psalms: 27 as she’s done a lot of Bible study. Finally, as another sign, this guy at my AA club told me he is an atheist and handed me a chip “As a joke.” It was a metal chip with the Ten Commandments printed on it.
I’m going on a spiritual journey of a life time. I never thought I’d get to this point, but I need to truly explore this more. Whatever the truth is, God will guide me there if I’m ready for it. And, I’m finally ready.

First and foremost I want to say that I actually like Rachel as a character. The worst thing a character can be is boring and Rachel Berry is anything but boring. This is more of a critique of the show written around her. I saw an old post about how past season 1, Rachel (and Finn but to a lesser extent) don’t work as pov protagonists. With the show as written, I agree. But while that post came at the subject from a psychological perspective, I'm coming at it from a writing perspective. And to do so, I'm going to be comparing Rachel to another Fox show’s main character who I feel is the same archetype as Rachel but written much better, Malcolm from Malcolm in the Middle. They are both gifted, driven and have an ego the size of canada. But the reason why I root for Malcolm while I get annoyed by Rachel is because of what the respective shows ask us to do: Glee asks us to root for Rachel while Malcolm in the Middle asks us to watch Malcom try to survive his crazy family.
Season 1 Rachel is the best for her character. We see and are constantly reminded how she is treated by the popular kids, how she is barely tolerated by her fellow glee clubbers and most importantly she is allowed to just be unlikeable. Which she is. Past season 1 they take that all away from her. She’s still unlikeable but it’s framed to be endearing. Besides Santana and sometimes Brittany, she isn’t treated badly by the club. And from what I remember, the bullying from outside of the club stops for her. The show still asks us to root for her but she has no real obstacles for the remaining 5 seasons, no obstacles that last more than a handful of episodes. Scare off a new recruit, completely forgotten by next episode. She chokes at a college audition, she gets another shot and gets in. She throws away her dream job that she dropped out of college for to pursue a tv career that fails, six episodes later she is offered another broadway role and accepted back into college. There is nothing to root for because we know Rachel will get her way in the end. Now I will give them some credit for the pezberry feud. How that started in “frenemies”, they framed Rachel as in the wrong but once again a few episodes later, we’re supposed to side with her?
Now I don’t know how many of you have watched Malcolm in the Middle so I’m going to give you the overall premise: the everyday adventures of Malcolm, who is a genius, navigating life with his very dysfunctional working class family. Now from the very beginning we are never really asked to feel sorry or root for him, we’re just asked to be along for the ride. And the ride is him or his family getting in his way. Why I feel like this works for this show is that the writers know that Malcolm is the protagonist, not the hero. Malcolm is petty, egotistical, shallow, selfish and despite being a genius, never listens. The vast majority of episodes end with him losing or at best coming out neutral. Either a kid from school will get the best of him, he’ll just fuck it up for himself or a family member will out smart him (more on one particular member latter).
So why does one show get it right and the other wrong? There could be a few reasons. First and foremost, glee was originally a movie that was stretched into half a season of tv. They kept it interesting for the second half of season 1 when it came to Rachels character but past that, there isn’t much for her to do besides succeed. And I don't care even if your character is the most likable person on the planet, which she most definitely is not, your character has to take real L’s (which you can do since glee is largely episodic within any given season). But i think the main reason is the writers didn’t know what character they were writing. When the character Quinn comes up, I routinely hear how the writers wanted her to be an unlikeable, evil person but Dianna brought humanity to her and ruined her. I don’t think that's the case, no shade to Dianna as she killed it as Quinn but any actress worth their salt would have done the same thing. Quinn is a very human character as written. I think the writers had an idea in their head for their characters but refused to let those ideas grow along with the show so we got clashes between what the story was trying to tell us vs what the characters were doing and no character suffered the most from this than Rachel. I feel they were going for an Annie from Community or Lesley Knope from Parks and Rec type character. There is a lot of overlap between those three characters but what Rachel doesn’t have that the other two do is an underlying understanding that people matter more than your talent.
Now I didn't write this just to bitch about Rachel, I also want to offer solutions. But seeing as glee has ended a while ago, these solutions won’t do much to help the show but it might help another writer not fall into these pitfalls. The easiest would be to just make the show about the glee club instead of Rachel and Finn featuring the glee club. A lot of the problems with these characters come from overexposure. But if you insist on Rachel being the lead, you could have her actually lose and it sticks. At the end of season 3 it would have been so much more interesting if they switched Finns and Rachel's stories. Rachel sacrificed everything for her dreams, what would she do if she didn’t get into NAYDA and had no path to stardom? The solution I fall on the most is giving her an antagonist, maybe multiple. I always thought it would be fun to have her feud with a different member of the unholy trinity for the first 3 seasons. She needs actual obstacles to overcome and they would provide unique challenges to her. One of the reasons Malcolm works is because he has an antagonist that gets the best of him 90% of the time, his mom Louis. Louis may not be as book smart as Malcolm but she routinely out smarts not just him but also his brothers. She comes out on top so often that you can’t help but root for Malcolm to win at least every once in a while against her. But it also works because she loves him and is trying to do what's best for him. Slight spoiler for the series finale of Malcolm in the middle, a show that ended over a decade ago. After making him turn down a job that would have had him living a life of luxury, he is pissed at her. After a ton of bs (literally) he asked her why she did it. She goes into a speech about her goals for his life and how he needs to finally realize that being the smartest person in the room isn’t the most important thing in life. It was perfect. At some point during the show, someone should have given a similar speech to Rachel. Imagen how impactful it would have been during episode 100 if Finn (had tragedy not struck) sided with Santana during the feud and told Rachel she needed to grow up and realize that being the most talented person doesn’t mean anything if no one likes you or something to that effect. But anyway these are my thoughts on the writing for Rachel. Feedback and discussion is welcome.

I messed around for a few hours and everything g seemed solid. So I played an online set last night and it was an absolute car crash. Nothing would sync properly. I had to revert to beatmatching, which would normally be fine, but even though the grids were setting properly with everything lined up it was not in time. I could audibly hear on occasion the decks slowing down. I tried turning off and on the CDJ3ks that weren’t playing to try to reset something, and that resulted in RB completely locking up for a few seconds with no audio.
I’ve noticed a bunch of the settings are written in poor English. Stems seem drastically worse, especially for removing vocals. And the auto cues are all set in the middle of the first beat despite the grids being correct.
Leave this alone for now. Good thing we’re not paying for this software and it’s not intended for professionals. Oh, wait.

I’m having a dilemma and who better to ask than the bearded nerds?
I have a friend, we’ll call her Michelle. Michelle’s sister has a bearded dragon named Edna. Michelle says she can give the bearded and stuff to me for free because she knows I love reptiles and she already gave me the rescue leopard gecko she had so she knows I can do it.
Thing is? Edna’s OLD. I’m not exactly sure HOW old, but Michelle says that the thing could die any day.
I said I was interested, I want to give this thing a loving home before it goes, but I just got the picture today and I don’t think the enclosure is properly set up. I don’t have the exact measurements, but from what I can see in photos it’s probably not the 4 x 2 x 2. No dirt-sand or thermo/hydrometer in sight. I really don’t feel like spending 2-300+ on new supplies for a lizard I know will most likely not see me graduating, as much as it hurts to say.
Now the issue.
Today I was on Craigslist when I saw an add for a bearded dragon. All the supplies. Mostly proper set up. All for a $100. 5 years old. Definitely seeing me graduate.
I’m really confused on which I should get. On one hand, I want to give my Michelle’s bearded a nice retirement, but I know I’ll have to buy a bunch of new stuff for it and it might not even see new years. On the other, the hundred dollar bearded would have more time and I’d be able to buy the needed supplies without having a gun shot through my wallet.
I could get both, but I only have so much space in my room and I already have a crested and leopard gecko. I could definitely house both if I moved my stuff from my desk but I have school. I can’t house them together because the second is a boy (Michelle is unaware of the gender of Edna, most likely me too) so they’d either fuck each other or fuck each other up.
This sounds so stupid and immature but I legitimately can’t decide. What should I do?

I'm sorry that the post is so long!! I am NOT asking for a diagnosis. I'm asking if I read the symptoms right. And I don't self-diagnose.I thought this would be the right subreddit to ask, but tell me if I'm wrong!
I (16f) am not diagnosed with autism, but I had two psychologists tell me that it is possible I have it, and my current therapist told me I can get diagnosed. I suspected I could have it for some months now, but now that I could get diagnosed I start to doubt it.
I was never bullied, never made fun of, never anything. But I was always shy, awkward and kind of weird. I always struggled with communication and socializing, and I told it multiple times to my mum, but she always told me that I am just a "shy and introverted person". Like no, mum, I can't make or hold a conversation, I never know what to say, sometimes I can't bring out words for several seconds. When I was little I barely spoke up in class, and now I haven't raised my hand in two years (in class).
But I'm not that sensitive to sounds. Sometimes I can be in loud places without a problem, but when my sisters start talking too loudly and too much, I get overwhelmed. But I am very sensitive to smells since I was young.4 And often when I am in overwhelming places or situations, I shut down anf speak only when necessary, and the world around me doesn't feel real. I don't know what that means though.
About the routines, I don't know either. Like, I have my routines I HAVE to do (like wakinp up, washinf my teeth then face, and eat afterwards). I also like to come home from school and not leave the house afterwards (I could cry if my mum unexpectedly tells me we leave somewhere) and I hate leaving home in general. But when plans change or get canceled, I could cry. Some days ago my friends and I wanted to go studying to the library. My options were going home or to the library. So when it turned out that the library was closed and they wanted to go study in the park, I went home. Because park wasn't an option. And I was almost crying, I was so upset about it.
I don't know if I have a special interest. I would say books, because I am so obsessed with reading and buying books, and they have to always look brand-new. Not even one crease anywhere. And I was obsessed with Harry Potter since I was 8 years old. That would count too, I guess.
And the stimming part I am unsure. I do move something all the time. I always move my legs, bounce it or something. Or shake my hands a bit. Fidget with my hands. Blink my eyes weirdly. I developed a weird movement with mt head (my mum always jokes it's like a chicken). And if I don't visibly do those things, I move my toes a lot. Like, a lot. I even move when I fall asleep.
I have my ways to do things in an order. I love to arrange things in their colors, heights, appearance. And similar.
I don't know what to think of it. I could be autistic, but what if I'm not? Then the assessment would be unnecessary and embarassing. What would you do in my place? (I'm sorry that it's so long!)
Feel free to ask me some (more specific) questions!

Hey guys, I hope you are all doing well, apologies in advance for the long post.
I've been recently looking into financing a car of my own, however, I'm in a bit of a complicated situation.
For context, I live in Malta, and due to the heavy amount of traffic every day, constantly using the clutch has been a literal pain for me and my legs, so I wish to switch to an automatic vehicle to not only find driving more convenient, but also to save my legs as much as possible.
I currently drive a Kia Rio with a 1.3l engine (I believe it's the 2022 model) but it is a rental from the company I work with. I intend to move on from said company, and also I do not wish to keep the car because as comfortable as it is, there's the lingering feeling that it's not mine, hence not knowing what year the car was manufactured, I guess the term is. And it wastes a ton of fuel, no matter how careful I drive.
So anyway, I found a second hand vehicle for sale, it's the Honda Fit 2016. It has pretty much all I need: Auto transmission, air conditioning, a 1.3l engine, electric foldable mirrors, easy access to the vehicle by keeping the key in your pocket, etc. It is also a Japanese Import.
The current range on it is 72,000km approximately. (About 45,000 miles for American fellows)
I went to see it and it is in really good shape. I will be test driving it this Saturday.
The used car is €10,500, but I can finance it for approx. 5 years for €180 a month, which is a pretty sweet deal. (Approx. $11,500, per month would be $192)
However, there is a new car that I am leaning my eyes on, and it is the Toyota Yaris Hybrid 2020.
It's got a lot of good features, and I also would get a very good deal. In Malta, our government is offering a grant of €10,000 to whomever purchases a hybrid or electric vehicle,
The asking price is at base, about €25,300. (Approx. $27,500)
Financing will require a minimum of 5% deposit, which then will be split to monthly payments.
There are also benefits that once the financing is finished, I can either keep the car, or get a completely new one with the same financing model.
While the new car does sound like a no-brainer, I want you guys' opinion, whether I should start with a second hand, or go straight for a new car with a ton of benefits, but expensive insurance, etc.
I hope I explained well. Please feel free to correct anything I may have said wrong.

...The one that goes "Don't go wasting your emotion Lay all your love on me"
You know it? I randomly heard it playing in the little shop I was casually thrifting at several days ago. And amidst the fantasy land of all those second-hand clothes, it jolted me right back to reality, immediately made me think of you.
The lyrics in that song perfectly describe what I've been thinking for a while now, this whole situation as I perceive it. The situation that I've fallen into.
"I feel a kind of fear When I don't have you near Unsatisfied, I skip my pride I beg you, dear"
I wish you wouldn't go wasting your emotions with such insufferable intention, especially when I'm around. And you do it so carelessly, but also so brazenly. In a perfect world, you would be laying it all on me -- or at least as much as possible. How much really is saved for me these days?
Suddenly it seems like very little, alarmingly so. Some days it seems like hardly anything at all. You've already squandered most of it.
"Don't go wasting your emotion Lay all your love on me Don't go sharing your devotion Lay all your love on me"
If only you'd actually listen to this and hear it with your heart

I’ve been looking at this camera for a bit and it’s around 1250 cad new. But I found someone selling it for 900 cad used. Is it safe? And any tips for buying used cameras?