Hello there, I’m 24 years old and currently on a tourist visa living with my family In Dubai and looking for a job as a mechanical engineer with skills in 3D softwares such as Autocad and catia. I know the job market over here is very competitive and difficult but if there’s any small lead from here(Reddit) who works or has a company that are looking to hire an engineer can kindly drop me a message and I would be thankful for your time, Have a good day people.

Hello there, I’m 24 years old and currently on a tourist visa living with my family In Dubai and looking for a job as a mechanical engineer with skills in 3D softwares such as Autocad and catia. I know the job market over here is very competitive and difficult but if there’s any small lead from here(Reddit) who works or has a company that are looking to hire an engineer can kindly drop me a message and I would be thankful for your time, Have a good day people.

This has gone far enough. Strange way to end the night. We think my little sister (13f) stole our mom’s phone. Btw my sister already has a nice phone and she just got an iPad for Christmas. My mom has like 3 phones, her new one which is her main one and old two phones. Anywho, they’re all in sync so when she gets a call all 3 of the phones ring. Apparently, she left one of the phones on her bed and when she left the room it was gone. She tried calling it, her other two phones rang but not the other one. She walked around the house in hopes of hearing it but nothing. She even came in my room and asked me if I had it. I didn’t. She pinged all her phones and went on the Find my app and it said that the phone was still in the house. This means that whoever took the phone had shut it off which is the reason it didn’t ring. My mom never has any of her phones off. Back to the part of my is her being a thief. She is, I don’t care if my family doesn’t like me calling her that, she is. Back in elementary school when slime was popular she stole this girl’s slime even though she had her own and lied about it. My grandmother found out and made her give it back to the girl. Another time, maybe about 3-4 years ago we all had this app called “Greenlight” it’s basically cashapp for kids but the parent could see everyone’s wallet and give money. This girl took my grandmother’s phone and cleared my saving’s account. I had about $25 I didn’t touch. When I went on there I saw my money way gone. Keep in mind, you can see everyone’s account history like when money was put in and out. I check my history it says my grandma took money out of my account. But she was sleeping and this had just happened. So I check my grandmas account and find that she had taken money out of my account. Then it says she took (insert amount of money taken out of my account) and placed it in my sister’s account. I check to see if I get it back….the money was gone. I check her history….this girl just ordered a phone charger off door dash. :/ I remeber when I told my grandma she had a talk with my sister and that’s it. She told her not to do it again and got me back my money. Basically letting her off. She’s too nice for her own good. Another time I was laying in bed, I had my phone under my pillowcase on the charger. I hear my door open and my sister starts calling my name. I didn’t respond and pretended to be asleep. Keep in mind, my wallet is under my pillow too. This girl starts slowing sliding her hand under my pillow and grabs my wallet. I sprung up so fast and asked her what she thought she was doing and she said she need (insert the over $20+ amount she asked for) and I told her “no.” She had already gotten her own allowance and chose to spend it poorly. She stormed off. Then another time, she had stolen $20 from my grandmother using this same app and keep in mind we can see the history. It says that our grandma sent her $20. She didn’t. She tried to lie and say she didn’t know how it got there. She just got a gentle talk and my grandma sent myself and my other sister $20 each since our little sister got to get $20. Much like the current situation I remember one day a couple years ago I was cleaning my room. I had just made my bed. My bedding was all black so my white AirPods case is obviously visible. It was on the charger on my bed. I leave the room come back it’s gone. That whole day I’m stressed out I can’t find them. I get on some kind of search app and this app made it to where the closer you were to the missing device the louder it started beeping and pointing a compass. Every time I got close to her room it got more intense and further away it died down. Okay, so I know it’s in her room and I confront her, her room is a hot mess impossible to find anything. I show her the evidence and tell her I know it’s here but she denies. I end up finding another set of AirPods which belonged to my mother (yes she also stole our mothers AirPods and our mother had been looking for them for weeks) and they were working just fine she why’d she take mine? Sorry, I’m fuming just writing this out. Anyway, she did what she always does after a while, she somehow snuck into my room and planted them in one of the shoes I wear everyday like they were there the whole time. :/ she’s also planted our other sisters phone in a clothing basket once. Anyway, this girl stays stealing. She’s always stealing our clothes and our stuff and our moms stuff and peoples money. One day mom got on the phone with her dad and told him to come get his thieving child and put my sister on the phone and yall guess what she told her dad. :/ She told this man that everything she had belonged to her and that she couldn’t never have nothing because everyone was always stealing her things so she didn’t have anything….girl….oh ya guys I didn’t mention that she’s a compulsive liar? I fear this results from her never being held accountable for her actions growing up and always getting her way. Sorry, I just had to say something. What do we do about this girl?

Hello there, I’m 24 years old and currently on a tourist visa living with my family In Dubai and looking for a job as a mechanical engineer with skills in 3D softwares such as Autocad and catia. I know the job market over here is very competitive and difficult but if there’s any small lead from here(Reddit) who works or has a company that are looking to hire an engineer can kindly drop me a message and I would be thankful for your time, Have a good day people.

My boyfriend (21M) and I (21F) have almost been dating a year and have an amazing relationship. We met in person working at a summer camp and was able to spend the first couple of months together then had to go to LDR due to me being from a different state and starting university back up in the fall. Throughout the year we have seen each other about once a month for a week at a time. My boyfriend did not take the traditional college route so he did not attend a 4 year university. Throughout the year he struggled majorly with depression and anxiety. He has been seeing a therapist and he been doing a lot better recently and expressed to me the urge to attend college. He is a musician and ideally would want to go to a music school. The problem is most of the schools he’s looking at are on the east coast… all the way across the country from me. I am in my final year of school this spring meaning in a year from now I’ll need to be looking into jobs. Ideally I’d like to be married in 3-4 years when I’m 24-25. The problem is he isn’t ready to commit to applying to a university yet which means he might not start for another 6 months to a year. We have both agreed that we are each other’s forever person but I’m feeling an overwhelming sense of uncertainty about when we can actually begin our lives together. I don’t want to open a “closing the gap” conversation yet because I don’t want to stress him out about making a decision about his university (especially since he is just starting to feel like himself again) and I don’t want to put pressure on our relationship that is more then comfortable as is. However, I don’t want to be long distance for another possible 5 years. I’m really stuck about how to navigate this.

Keep in mind, this is primarily from 2022, just touches on some 2020/21 and current date. Ages not shared bc idk if I want to share them yet (with exceptions)
Also, this is an Alt acc since much of my family has reddit
I, currently 15, at the time 12, used to have a VERY strong relationship with my grandma. We hung out as if we were BFF's and our emotional connection was very strong. This was mostly because my mom and step mom was busy a lot, and I only go to my dads house every once in a while.
To give some background, 2020 to 2021 my parents and just family in general wasnt doing the best. We had 2 family members, including my grandpa pass away, 1 pet pass away, my parents were having issues due to one thinking the other was cheating (Idk all details and not my thing to share, relationship still stands today without that relationship issue sooo), my grandma broke her back, and probably more things I dont remember.
Anyways, this takes place after my grandma's recovery, grandpa's celebration of life, a bunch of legal stuff, etc. In the start of 2022, my parents were still having relationship issues, very badly. So much to the point that my mom talked to me about what would happen if my step mom decided to leave. I have an open relationship with my step mom and mom, and my step mom has been apart of most my life so she would likely not just leave entirely, but obviously things would change.
During this time though, my brother was lying a bunch. Every child has a point they lie a lot and need to be gone senseless so they stop, I jusy had mine at a Muuuuch younger age so it was quicker and less important stuff. In this case my brother stole a very important heirloom from my grandma that used to be my grandpas. He lied a lot about it from where he got it, to what it was. Now, why is this important? Some of the responses that was given by my parents, this includes my mom, step mom, and dad of things like: my brother will be sent to Juvy, or threatening putting up for adoption, or calling police for theft because the item was REALLY expensive.
Now I think that was overboard even now looking at it. Like the way they said it, you could tell they were just trying to get into my brothers head to not lie, but still, that wasn't morally ok with me then or now. Also, not like they didn't get the item back-.
See, this actually made me want to have time away from the house, so I asked to spend to night with my grandma like I had many times before. Just me, not my brother. While there, I told her what they had said, and even things they had done to me, with to this day i still believe to be mentally abusive, such as calling me things like idiot, stupid, cursing at me about things, yelling about petty things (no joke, they have yelled because there was a single drop of syrup infront of the microwave on the floor not picked up), and more. A lot was without context though or downplaying what I did to make them mad. Note: my parents do realize things here or there and does apologize, and they mean my actions were stupid or idiotic, but doesn't mean they say it at that moment, they correct it later and sometimes dont correct it.
Now a bit more context: when I was a very young kid, the main 3 punishments I got was either Standing in the corner for often hours, standards (writing the same line again and again for blank amoumt kf pages), or spankings (belt or hand to the butt). Now, that sounds bad, especially the spankings, but keep in mind that one parent came from mentally abusing parents, the other came from an abusive family for the most part, and both were grown up being given spankings. They RARELY give spankings, and for that now, I have to royally piss them off. Anyways, those punishments seem to have actually gave me an automatic reaction to freeze when either parent is yelling at me, (trauma, were literally meaning 3 forms of punishment that hurt for at the time about a decade, now over a decade) so I tend to not argue back. Anyways, to the point, I told my grandma about these punishments too.
When I said this all, I asked my grandma to not share it with anyone. Now obviously that didn't happen given that mental abuse isn't ok to any of our family (my parents didnt quite understand that's mental abuse as they had ok'ed it in there mind beforehand with anger)
The issue is she waited till my birthday. See my step mom at the time is the main person I mentioned to my grandma since she and I at the time had a smaller relationship than with my mom since she generally gives punishments and I didnt notice my mom had just as much to do with my punishments as she did. It painted my step mom as a bad guy and my grandma wanted to do something.
So on my birthday, she decided to yell at my step mom (my grandma definitely had a thing to drink that day btw, she was an alcoholic. Also, my step mom rarely sees my grandma, then or now) about how she was treating me. My dad escorted me, my brother, my friend, and any other children in the house to the front porch and gave us a thing to do. I obviously decided to listen in a bit, but best thing I know is my grandma said stuff in a REALLY bad way.
Now, this point of the story, I would say me being an AH is iffy. My issue is even to this day, this one event, along with how my grandma treated my mom growing up a little, and how my grandma defines love as; "you dont love me if you dont help me work on things" (to put simple, my grandma is a functioning alcoholic, and a narcissist) has basically ruined my mom and step moms relationship with my grandma. My grandma actually recently went to the hospital due to falling on the blacktop of her street and I cant help but feel my mom not going to the hospital and staying home is my fault. (Its serious enough she is having surgery) My mom did still go out and help her get stuff to go to the hospital, but then came back, and when she got back my step mom said she was proud of my mom for now feeling the need to stay. I know there is more to the story that I don't know but the previous time when she broke her back, before I mentioned things to my grandma, that once it got to my parents made them purposefully distance themselfs, me, and my brother from our grandma, mom literally stayed for a few nights, she even had my grandma move in to our house till she recovered. Yet now she doesn't even go up to the hospital for any reason other than my great grandma wants to go and see her.
If you want more details as I probably forgot some, please ask. I will likely do follow ups and more stuff as this is only one piece of issues in my family. But I still want to know positive, negative, and neutral reply's. AITA

MY COLLAGE FRIEND

hey there let's go for a erotic story

I mean this will be the best story you had ever listened, so first of all my name is Joe
so it all started when I was around 17 I had addicted to porn. i mean i started watching porn everyday and then masturbate, but then due to some self belief and internal feelings I left it as you know I got motivated from YouTube and successfully get rid from masturbation, it was a miracle for me.
afterwards when I turn 18 I got admission into a collage and decided to stay in the hostel after all. there I found that there were separate hostels for girls and boys and hence I had hoped for making a female friend who can talk with me and we both play and study together.
after a year I found that I had got many friends and somewhat female friends too. in there one girl named Lily. she was a attractive girl if I explain her body then she was petite meaning she was skinny and also with blonde hairs and she wears metal silver frame glasses, I mean I was like I love her, I don't know whether I can make her my friend or not but I thought I should give it a try.
after another year passed and I had successfully made her my friend, I know you are curious about how does this happen, talking about how does this happen I had tried to talk with her whenever I got chance and I think that she had also understanded me that I wanted to be her friend and so then she come by herself to make a good friendship, I was happy no happiest I can't explain how I feel, she was so kind and full of good humour
after collage last day I was like a best friend of her in male section as I always talk with her and crack jokes and fun, and she also seem to like it.
so after collage I invited her to be my guest in my house, my parents will definitely love it, by this she had first denied it for she thought that this is a fast decision but after my several requests she finally accept it, I feel a lot good inside.
so we came home my parents were happy to see me as I had come hack home after half year as collage have vacations on every 6 months and I came to spend my time with my parents, I introduces lily and made her to stay with my room.
yes of course I had taken her permission as if she feels uncomfortable in my room she can head to my room and I will sleep in living room. but she said that she is comfortable in there.
then at night she wearied her night dress it was kind of a very short cloth heading to her chest to below of her panties, I feel something but I think that she is my friend and then she and I went for sleep, as we had shifted to my new home my parents had a new double bed and the old double bad had given to me and it was in a good condition, so lily slept besides me.
when we are sleeping she was watching her phone and I acted as I was asleep but when I moved to her direction she took her phone away, I thought she is hiding something from me I pretended to be slept, she still had taken her phone away from my eyes as I think she was making it sure I don't watch her phone, I pretended to be in sleep after around 15 to 20 minutes. lily thought that now I am in a deep sleep she took her phone and I shocked she was watching porn, and as I see her another hand I found that she is trying to masturbate, I think I should have taken her chance and found to be done for it.
next day I wake up early and head to medical store to buy condom and then make it hide into my secret drawer in my room and then I spend my rest of the day enjoying with me parents and my friend lily.
now as we had dinner and watched tv, we finally gone for sleep and it was her last night for my house as she also wanted to go to her parents house to met them and to spend time with them.
then I asked what she was hiding from me, she said nothing interesting, I told her what I had seen, she blushed and said you finally got it huh I am feeling shy don't discuss about it huh
I took out my condom packet and shown to her, she said what are you thinking about it , she was like she wanted to do this with me from very past. I said yes and then I gone to bathroom and watched tutorial for how to wear it as I had never seen a condom I had just known that it avoids pregnancy and safe for mating, I wearied it and first came to lily with my shirt removed already, she said come on it is so fast.
I kissed her again do the same and like doing it for around 2 to 3 minutes, I took my hands and take it into her chest I found out that she had wearied a pink bra, she was like oh what you are going, I rapidly took my hand inside the bra and touched her boob and it was so soft and small and one more thing that I love small boobs girl, she had a small nipple which I just touched and rubbed softly and squeeze her boobs gently, after that I removed her single cloth I found that she had wearied pink bra and panties, I removed her bra while hugging, she was saying stop! stop! also she was smiling it meaning she wanted to do this but this is giving her some nice feeling.
after I came down the bed and make lily sit on a stool and then I set between her legs and then I sided her pink panties to left with my left arm, it was my first time watching pussy in real life, I had just watched it in porn videos, it was a clear white pussy that has no hairs meaning she had shaved pussy and it was very pleasureful , I took out her panties from her legs she had closed her legs so that I could not give a look at it, a opened her legs with my hands and it barely opened , when it opened I quickly get a look it was so nice with a soft vibrant pinkish colour and more beautiful as it is shaved I touched the top of its entrance and then the bottom and touched and rubbed it gently for some time, she again started to close her legs I quickly opened her legs more and just give a kiss to her pussy, she give a sound oh, then I quickly sound that it isn't smelly found that she keep her pussy so cleaned
I quickly touched my tongue on her pussy, she vibrated and then I started to move my tongue and she feel a lot tickled and vibrating more as it was her first time too, I touched her boobs and licked her pussy , her whole pussy was vibrating and she was feeling good
then I make her sleep in bed I slept onto her and kissed her still for a bit , then I moved down and put my face between her boobs and touched them both with my hands and then licked them too, then I again moved down and just kissed her belly it was so slim and good, I again moved below and kissed the upper part of the pussy where her panties lies and moved my lips gently down and finally reached to her pussy, I then started to put my finger into her pussy and she was telling no don't do it in a funny way, I moved it inside slowly I had a smooth entry and after letting my finger in and out from her pussy 2 to 3 times I found her pussy started to produce lubricant meaning she wanted to do it too mentally, I increased my fingering speed , and she was producing sounds like oh, uh,. then I gently licked it and touched all her body parts, then I opened me pants and put my cock into her pussy I had slowed it to much as I don't know whether I or she does feel pain she stopped smiling and when I injected my cock further she started telling that it is burning a bit but it is acceptable she said, as soon as I put my cock in it to get lubricated, and to get it much smoother I put my saliva in there too then it got smooth and she said that she is feeling some strange as something is going inside her and coming out she said that I should put it more further so it get more comfortable, I put my cock further and also fasted the speed, she shouted oh , I tell her to make low noise as her parents would know about this, I change her position and again started putting it again and like this I don't it for half a hour and it was midnight and finally she got satisfied but I do not so I keep it on more, she stopped feeling horny as she got satisfied but I know that I should do same for myself too, she said to stop as she is not liking it any more and she produced more sounds as she started feeling little pain, I do in and out more fast and she started producing high sound too, I covered her mouth with my hand and said her that it will be just more around 2 to 3 minutes, after about 5 minutes I feel satisfied too she was like huh finally and smiled at me and said it was a good experience isn't it
I accepted it and the next day she finally went and also promised to both of us to keep it a secret and it wouldn't happen again and be best friends forever.
that is it for today see you all tomorrow.
bye...

Hi everyone. I was at the new Pura Vida nightclub downtown last night, admittedly had a little too much to drink, and lost my keys, wallet, and phone. My friend lost their car keys as well. I've contacted the club owners with a description of the missing items and went back to ask but they hadn't found them nor had any turned in. I've also filed a police report, but it may be a while. My phone is a black Samsung with a black heavy-duty case; my keys and wallet, a black leather ID holder with my student ID and all my cards, are attached to a blue carabiner, and my friend's keys are attached to a red Chicago Bulls lanyard. I can't use Find My Device because it asks for a one-time code sent to my phone. Any and all information is greatly appreciated; thank you!

an email i considered sending to my therapist, but never sent. share any thoughts as you would like :) thank you to anyone who takes the time to read
little jacked up, admittedly probably shouldn’t have done the block or two home from the bar if i’m being honest it’s kind of wild the way things change and stay the same the level of disconnect and the lack of discernment between what is okay and what is not knowing and not knowing rationalizing? what is okay
and the sadness as you watch people succumb, over and over, more and more and you stand back and watch as people simply take watch, observe the decline, yourself included and you think, well, they don’t know any different but if you’re asking yourself the question, if you all make the jokes that indicate the awareness with things left unsaid i don’t know it’s an incredibly sad world we live in some days
and there’s people that greet me upon entering and these people say they adore me, their words and i’m here wondering why they ask me these questions, truthfully why can’t you just recognize that i need more than 6 ft of distance for me to be okay with you talking this intensely no ill intent, warmth, encouragement and i want nothing more than to not be seen it’s amazing, truly
there are so many missed communications and people just carry on, they just continue to whatever beat their drum drums they continue to color inside the lines, they don’t dare to shake their status quo not recognizing that their status quo is what keeps things where they are not recognizing that if they see something , say something and i think it’s even more sad if they do see it i’m one of those people, and i can empathize because i feel powerless too
it’s a wild wild world all the time
and yet, my aunt texts me just now, she says “ Thanks for listening to me all the time. You’re one of the very few people that I can talk to and know that you totally understand what I’m jabbering about. ” so i have meaning, i made impact right?
we’re all witnesses to this shit it’s wild
i must be more jacked up than i thought, to be shamelessly sharing
i think too many people are in pain, with no means to get out except they have the means, they have the help, they just can’t see it it’s a profoundly sad world and nonetheless, a good night a night of sharing, of exchanges, of authentic conversation
i don’t know i don’t quite have the words
i know that im deeply grateful to have the space to express and i know that i wouldn’t be here if not for you
how many people don’t have a version of you how many people stumble blindly through whatever their shit is, unknowingly colluding
i don’t know
and what is there to do the spouse of the alcoholic takes him in the car home, he’ll sleep in the car or on the couch the father who texts his son thanking him for his honesty about having been drinking, and therefore isn’t going to pick up his dad i tell him, that’s a great text from your dad. good on you. (he’ll appreciate that someday if he doesn’t already) did he hear me? was he more upset that i shouldn’t be looking over his shoulder? it wasn’t my business in the first place? he wouldn’t be wrong.. but i read it and wished id have heard it, so i said something he thanked me, so maybe but maybe not, maybe he thought fuck you the brother that storms out on his sister over who knows what, what i hear as a “years long conflict, this happens at least every other time they get together” and it’s normal, so let’s move one, let’s have fun. forget about it under the rug it goes
how are people not profoundly disturbed by this how do they actively participate
and how can i say that as i stand by and watch these things pass by because these people are 20-30 years older than me, i dont have the connection necessary to plant any seeds of change and yet i have 5 minute conversations with people only to hear that they call me extraordinary, they say im destined for great things, always have been
i don’t know i don’t know what i feel
i just know that it’s difficult for me to interact with so many people that have no idea what to do and i have the empathy. i didn’t, i don’t know what to do either you just keep trying anyway but they don’t seem to they brush it off, they act like it’s nothing so as to minimize the discomfort, in an effort to save somebody’s feelings
i don’t know it’s a wild thing
nobody i know is ever malicious i know malicious people exist, they are not the ones i know
it’s insane to me the level of harm that can be done despite good intentions and how disturbingly normal it is to watch and do nothing nothing sit back they’ll figure it out maybe someday maybe hopefully
it’s fucked up what if they don’t? what if they need you to say something? what if they need to know that it’s seen, even if it’s uncomfortable, even if it hurts?
i don’t know i’m not pointing the finger, im no different, im a participant as well
but im 24, i say, im only a kid compared to these people cant be much different than the things they all tell themselves
i don’t know
it’s a weird thing
and today was my dad’s 50th birthday and i hugged him multiple times, trying to tell him i love him trying to tell him to stay close take care of yourself, i need you around and yet im fuming over the treatment of my step-sister who still lives in his house the lack of accountability taken and how could you carry on this way how could you not see what you’re doing how could you continue to oppress, restrict another human being, another child of yours i told you what it did to me, didn’t i? didn’t you listen? i thought you did
but i love this man more than i give a fuck whether the sun rises the next day, and so i will give him grace i will hug him tight because i don’t want him going anywhere i see him laugh it up, i see him brush things off, i see him swallow, and make light and i watch his body decay as the stress compounds why how but i get it, too i haven’t said anything either that’s all we know
i care that he knows how much i love him, how much i need him, how much i yearn for closeness, for him to understand i see the weight that you’re carrying that you tirelessly try to dismiss
i don’t know what to do with all of this sometimes there’s too much to be seen that isn’t said
i’m highly analytical, im logical, im rational, im disconnected and honestly i don’t know how else to exist, because feeling it all, watching it all
i don’t know sometimes i don’t know
and it was a great night it was a great night
too many paradoxes
and i’ll wake up tomorrow, i’ll forget about this i’ll be caught up in my own world it will be out of sight out of mind
what can you do? are the messages i receive from people like my aunt enough? do i need to think better? it’s not like im not already cracking under my own weight but would more mean more? do more? how do we all sit back like that how do we all do that
blows my mind, and i understand it all the same
crazy crazy crazy
i hope you’ve been able to get some rest it makes me wonder sometimes… did you abuse your body too like i have? is it a case of poor genetics? is it to be expected with aging? do you have regrets that you’re now paying the price for? or have you made your peace and you roll with the punches? what are the things you tell no one about? what are the things you try to forget? what are the things you deny but secretly know, the things that only you could possibly know? and am i projecting? is there a level of healing where that’s not what you think anymore? but at the end of the day, i think everybody has those, no matter how healed you think you are is that reality or just mine?
do you have somebody too?
maybe it’s arrogant of me, but i don’t think i would sense, i don’t think i would suspect if there was nothing to know
that pains me some days
but maybe that’s the human part of this work maybe i’m human, and you’re human, and we all have things left unseen and untouched, unsaid
do i think that because im wounded? or is that how this thing we call life is? i don’t know

I am a 5.0 in NBS but I have not needed to sacrifice my social life completely, I think it’s important to break things down into a few parts.

• Prioritise what is important to u, be it grades, gym or friends, always place that above ur other commitments to ensure that you are still hitting your goals in uni.
  
• Study productively, don’t bother staring at the screen for more than 2hrs at a time, it’s not gg to work.
  

Just do ur best and gl for results tmr!

Quirk Name: Platonic

Quirk Type: Emitter
Quirk Description: Platonic is an emitter-type quirk that enables its user to augment a person's overall power with simple friendly words.
Quirk Abilities:

1. Power Augmentation: The user can enhance the strength, speed, or other abilities of a person by speaking encouraging or friendly words to them.
   
2. Mental Boost: Platonic can also boost the target's morale and confidence, improving their mental state and focus in addition to physical abilities.
   
3. Temporary Enhancement: The effects of Platonic are temporary and depend on the user's verbal interaction with the target. The more sincere and heartfelt the words, the stronger the enhancement.
   
4. Range: The user can affect individuals within a certain range, typically through direct verbal communication or broadcasting their voice.
   
5. Adaptive: Platonic can adapt to various situations, providing boosts tailored to the specific needs or strengths of the target.
   

Quirk Weaknesses:

1. Verbal Communication Requirement: The user must speak directly to the target for the quirk to take effect, limiting its use in some situations.
   
2. Limited Duration: The enhancements provided by Platonic are temporary and diminish over time, requiring continuous encouragement to maintain.
   
3. Emotional State: The effectiveness of Platonic depends on the sincerity and positivity of the user's words. Negative emotions or insincerity may weaken or negate its effects.
   
4. Individual Resistance: Some individuals may be resistant to the effects of Platonic, either due to psychological factors or quirks that counteract emotional manipulation.
   
5. Mental Strain: Constantly providing encouragement and maintaining positive interactions can be mentally exhausting for the user, especially in high-stress situations or prolonged battles.
   

Note: So the whole idea of this Quirk was to be somewhat of a contrast to La Bravas quirk Love which powers up any person they confess their love to, so I decided to kind of augment the quirk to lean towards platonic.

Hi everyone,
I'm reaching out because the last year and a half has been incredibly tough, and I'm feeling lost. I've been dealing with severe anxiety attacks, nocturnal panic attacks, and a general sense of physical and emotional doom. It feels like it's tied to my cycle like certain days but I can't figure out exactly what's triggering it. It causes me so much shame.
I've tried to seek help from doctors and therapists, but every time I book a therapist, they cancel our first appointment, and I keep hitting dead ends with finding a support system. I'm in a new state for the last four years that I moved to for a fresh start, and while I'm making friends and have a routine, they don't feel like close friends, and something just feels off. I feel disconnected and uncertain about where I want to be and what feels good. I moved from California where I lived for the last 10 years and life there was good but just felt very expensive.
On top of that, I've worked hard on an album I released in January that keeps getting deleted by Spotify. I've re-uploaded it several times, but it keeps happening, and I can't get in touch with anyone to resolve the issue. It's incredibly frustrating, and I don't know how to protect my songs.
I've also been in a relationship for almost three years with someone I love, but we have miscommunications often and argue quite a bit. I hate talking to him about my anxiety and doom because I don't want to stress him out, but I've become a shell of myself and have it as a huge part of my life and don't know what needs to change. I don't want to look onwards at holidays and just remember all the times in the past 2 years I've had crippling panic attacks.
I'm struggling to move forward and feel hopeful. If anyone has been through something similar or has any advice on how to cope, find the right support, or navigate these challenges, I would greatly appreciate it.
Thank you for reading.
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I told few close friends about this dream I had around late summer in 2020. I had my apartment in Albuquerque in the uptown area, so I lived alone. I’ve always loved my solitude and enjoying quiet time and basking in my own energy. Due to the pandemic, I was happy that quarantine was also very fresh, I think I had just went back to work after my job being shut down for a couple of months (I work for a hair salon)
So, for starters :

• [ ] I have had my fair share of sleep paralysis which was at an abnormal high during this time.
• [ ] I have always left work around 5pm ish, and I noticed one day around 4pm ish ,
• [ ] it was wayyy more windy than normal outside. I didn’t think much of it but I did take note of how odd it was that it suddenly became windy af. I went home that day and just hung out by myself in my apartment .. The wind seemed to pick up soooo much more as the night came. I fell asleep that night pretty easily though.

Anwyay, I don’t remember what time it was maybe like 2 or 3AM and I remember like, kinda frantically waking up because I heard this LOUD crash like as if someone was tryna break in through my windows or something. Im certain that I woke up or .. thought I did….
Everything was fuzzy. And I was a bit dizzy… It was still soooo windy outside too. I was quickly relieved because my first thought was , “ oh it’s just really windy out” BUT… The comfort and relief I felt quickly disappeared as eyes shot over to my window. I could have sworn that I saw a white barn owl, tapping at my window…it was like frantic. Like it was trying to warn me or something. But it was dark … I couldn’t make it out too much and wanted to stay awake so badly to investigate. But my body and mind just could not bring themselves to agree on that. At this point, my brain was just scrambling .. i remember thinking to myself like “hey , it’s just an owl. Remember ? They’re your spirit animals ” but I also had thought to myself , “hey it’s okey It’s just your sleep paralysis ..” (I’ve been super connected to owls for some time and feel very spiritually connected to them, so while most people view owls as a bad omen, I see them as protection and a symbol for highly intuitive beings and inner wisdom)
So seeing yet another owl (amongst allll the others I’ve had dreams of and seen in my waking life) , was normal to me. My brain telling myself “it’s okay it’s just one of your owls” is something that I feel is pretty logical given how I feel about owls.
Because of this, i really didn’t think anything seemed too off, despite wether i actually saw a white barn owl tapping at my window or not, if thats all I heard and saw that night, i honestly would have been okay with seeing a white barn owl outside of my window because I’m use to owls showing up for me any way.
But where’d that loud crash come from? This is where it all got weird ..
I remember feeling soooo pulled to just go back into my sleep. (This is another one of them sleep paralysis demons I thought) because along with my connection to owls , I am kinda use to sleep paralysis as well 😅 as mentioned above. I’ve dealt with it on and off for so long, it’s not soemthing i can say I haven’t had to deal with before , regardless of how bad it was lol
So, again. I didn’t think anything of it… But I went “back to sleep” and I remember literally seeing a bright light over my head. My vision was like blurry, like my eyes or body had been injected with something that suppresses my senses.. or something..
I remember seeing 3 “greys” I wanna call them.. Tbh i haven’t researched too much about what the greys or what they look like, but these 3 beings standing over me , while I couldn’t move my body or talk; they were grey in color. Almost slightly metallic grey.. their bodies were super tall,, and oblong shaped.
It was so wild. I felt fear. I felt trapped. And invaded. But I couldn’t get away.
Unfortunately, I don’t remember too much about what else happened , but I couldn’t shake the feeling of violation. Like someone was alllll in my business . I felt intruded on but because everything was so unclear and fuzzy; a part of me is convinced it was all just a dream. A dream where I got abducted by the aliens. Just a dream right …?
The days and months following - the years following , I haven’t had a “dream” like that since then. But , I cannot fail to say that there has been sooo much I’ve experienced and seen and still am searching for an explanation for since then. But we shall save that for other subs
The crazy part about this “dream” I had . Or THINK I had, was that there WAS something at my window. and i wasn’t just seeing or hearing things..
The only reason why I know this is a fact is because I remember leaving my apartment the next day.where my window was, you can look out into the parking lot where I always parked my Durango I was driving during this time. I walked out of the building , walked to my truck, and hopped in. Every time I’d be leaving anywhere, I would always look back at window to make sure it was closed. I can be forgetful sometimes lol.
Welp, What I saw still baffles me to this day. Every apartment had its own water coolor in its window, mine included. As I looked back at my window backing out to the parking lot to leave, I noticed the stucco from the wall was significantly torn where my water cooler was installed. It looked bad, like someone was trying to yank that that thing out of the wall. It definitely was not like this before.
It allll just came rushing in. what the hell happened there??? But it was obvious …. The loud crash I heard the night before was the wall being torn pretty badly and my water cooler being almost yanked out of place , that’s what that crashing sound came from. I kept telling myself it was alll just a dream.. or just the wind.. but if the wind was the cause of that, how come none of my neighbors were out of place? Why not their stucco??? I looked around at my neighbors’ windows, at their coolers:.. it was odd and creepy that I was the only one whose wall at my window had been torn off .. like why only me?! 🙃I even called the maintenance guy of the apartments because it was bad and had to be fixed. He even freaked out and said it looked like something that would be a result of someone or something using so much force to try to yank the cooler out of the wall.
Till this day I’ve told this story to a few people. Everyone freaks out and always ends with , “have you seen the ‘fourth kind?!’ “ or mothman lol
And no I haven’t. anyone who knows me , knows I’m literally one of the only people around who just cannot sit and watch tv or movies . I’m always that friend that missed the movie references in inside jokes. how can I understand the jokes amongst my friends if I haven’t even seeing a lot of movies that they were referencing ? It’s always the same movies that everyone else more or less has seen atleast once.
What’s Great about this is how I’ve been for so long. I’ve always chosen music over tv , i need music all day every day to feel okay. I’ve seen some movies that a lot of people have seen , lots of pop movies and what not, but I’m always the person who still hasn’t seen alot of the ones that everyone else seems to have seen already. Everyone knows I’m the girl who “doesn’t watch tv” 🥲 ; my heart is always gonna be music. I’ve tried getting into watching stuff with people and sometimes Ive managed to stick with it. but more often than not, I either end up falling asleep, or I’m listening to music with my ear phones in .. 💀
So recently, I told one of my huge movie fanatic friends about my dream and the owl and the greys I saw and how I’m not really sure about what happened that night . With the wall outside of my apartment where my window was being destroyed the next day, he was like oh my word. Something was out there! He also quickly freaked out like everyone else I’ve told this story to,“OMG ITS LIKE THE ‘FOURTH KIND!’ 🥴😱 followed with , “have you seen it??!”
And I’m like “nooo , everyone keeps saying my dream is like this movie oh my goodness “ 😭😭
Now im just here in this sub. All I wanna know is.
Should I watch this movie.??? I’ve heard of it . But haven’t seen it. Some friends mentioned the moth man too which I’ve heard of as well. But idk which one or both? I’d prefer to just see one lol like I said, it takes a lot for me to feel like watching movies is my ideal form of entertainment.
My friend says he’s not sure if I should watch it because it might “mess with my head” but tbh.. I’m like why not?? Maybe it’ll bring me clarity about what really took place that night..
idk. What do you think?

For context:
Lived alone ever since I was 18, always paid my own rent with no help from anyone. My girlfriend would come over everyday in the evening (after 5'ish pm) and stay at my place. She never contributes/contributed anything to the house (I also never really asked, only considering it now.) Been with my girlfriend for almost 4 years.
The usual routine:
I wake up (~9 am), go to work until 6 pm. Go to the gym, then come back around 8 pm. My girlfriend would wake up at different times (depending on what time her classes start. Could be as early as 8 am and as late as 3 pm depending on the day), go to her parent's place (where she has her own room/etc) and then come back to mine in the evening.
The situation:
I have taken a hit on my income and about to get rent increase. Despite my girlfriend technically not living with me (because she has her own room at her parents) it somehow feels that she does. She has a spare key to my apartment, and even while I am away on my trip (out of state) she chooses to stay at my apartment (according to her its more comfortable than her room at her parents).
I don't really mind any of that, though she doesn't cook/clean/buy groceries/pay anything, I do all of it myself for both of us. I also never really asked her to do any of this before, but I feel like now it's a bit appropriate to ask? Once I am back from the trip I was hoping I could ask her to start pitching in $150 a month for rent and maybe like vacuum once a week? Is that an appropriate ask?
Edit: She doesn't have a job, but she gets a substantial allowance and doesn't have any expenses. (her gas/school costs are covered)

My brother asked for a dog when he was 16 and my mum said yes. My brother was suffering with mental health issues at the time and my mum thought it would be therepeutic for him to have a pet. My mum also said that it had to be a small dog but my brother said he would be embarrassed to walk a small dog, so she bought him a big one. We all love our dog and care for him, however my brother was the person that had to walk him because he is aggressive towards other dogs so someone strong has to walk him.
During this time, I went away to university and 4 years later I have moved back into my family home. As soon as I came back my brother said he needed a break from walking the dog and that someone else can do it. I am the only one ‘able’ to do it, however it is slightly dangerous when I’m walking because if we see another dog, my dog tries to run towards them and I, a small woman can only just hold him back.
The reason I originally agreed to walk him was because my brother still suffers with mental illness and finds it stressful to leave the house. However, I thought I would be walking him for maybe 2 weeks at max. It ended up being 7 months.
Every time I have brought up my brother trying to walk the dog again he blames his mental illness on not being able to walk him. I do empathise with what he is going through and I know it’s hard but I can’t help but wonder how he managed to walk the dog for 4 years whilst I was gone but the minute I get back, is incapable.
When I got back from university, I started working a part time job and was walking our dog at the same time. It was difficult because of the strength needed to walk him, plus him needing lengthy walks due to his size. But I coped with it.
However, I am now looking for full time jobs and I’m struggling to see how I’ll be able to take him on two sufficient walks a day, whilst working full time. I have brought this up to him and he says he can’t walk him. What should I do?

This is a throwaway account for confidentiality.
Well a lots been going on with my home life.
Cut to the chase: I just realized my wife has a cycle to her anger, impatience and silent treatment. She is great about compartmentalizing everything as well. I've been gaslit for my whole marriage.
I was worried about our relationship which is no surprise to her and said I wanted to discuss a post nuptial agreement for several reasons. She flew off the handle and wouldn't talk to me on any material basis for 4-5 days.
Finally spoke and she berated me, with no real discussion.
I feel like I am painted into a corner. I said I would discuss this calmly with her if she could calm down. That's not going to happen. I did ultimately lose my cool and told her to shut the fuck up. Really not good on my part.
This grey rock stuff is tough.
I can do it, if I commit. Nothing will get spoken about however. She's avoidant on important matters. Stubborn really. Never would have married her if I knew now what I knew 20 years ago. Many red flags. I want things to be dealt with.
Really just ranting. 3 teenage children. I am tied to her for the time being.

Every now and then I will get variations of the same nightmare. I just had one that made me so sick my stomach is still turning and I’m scared to go back to sleep. This happened the last time which was nearly a year ago.
In this nightmare I vaguely remember me going to bed, but at this point when I go to sleep in the nightmare I know I’m dreaming, and it’s like I have sleep paralysis inside of my nightmare. It always (to me) feels like a demonic presence is around me, and I become so terrified that I try to wake myself from this dream but I can’t, I think part of the reason my stomach is turning still is because I was breathing so hard trying to wake up, almost everytime i experience this nightmare in a nightmare, i pray in my sleep. I have to pray to God to wake me up from this coma induced sleep and pray to protect me from evil spirits. Then i wake up from this matrix-like dream and my body is sluggish, and incredibly hard to move, its like carrying excess body weight that is not mine. When I finally reach an area of safeness, what usually happens is an invisible force becomes present. This time it threw my body across the room and I was praying again for peace. Then i wake up completely, and I feel like I’m about to vomit each time this happens.
Does anybody have any idea if this has a meaning or if there’s something I can do to help it? Is it normal for my nightmares to be the same thing each time? I read that nightmares occur more in very anxious and stressed people suffering from depression or ptsd. Though I have not been diagnosed I feel I am depressed and have ptsd from losing both of my parents 9 months apart from each other. Is there any way to help fix this?

I work at a small publication with 3 other writers, including another senior staff member (SSM), who does the editing. I do the writing. There's no HR.
For context, I was hired by the editorial director (ED) about six months ago, with the intention of broadening the appeal of the magazine (which is very niche). ED hired me, because I have 10+ years of experience as an editowriter at big name pubs (think Vogue, the Atlantic, the New Yorker, etc.). I only mention this, because SSM has been the most difficult, nitpicky editor I've had by MILES. It's honestly baffling that I'm currently working on a seventh edit for SSM when I've never gotten more than three rounds of edits for literal cover stories.
The strange thing is that we're genuinely friendly! However, other people have noticed that he's overly critical with me though, and they've told me they're confused by his behavior, because he's usually a pretty lax editor. I had to loop in the ED once, because SSM keeps trying to nuke my pieces. He gets hung up on the smallest detail, but, in his mind, they're big enough to undermine the entire piece and have it shelved altogether. Every round of edits, he'll invent a new micro-problem. At this point, it feels like he just doesn't want any of my work to ever see the light of day.
I've published very little in the past several months, and it's really taken a toll on my mental health. I'm stressed, self-conscious about my work, and feel like I'm just not good at my job. The only reason I haven't quit is because this job is a stable source of monthly income, and there are pretty much zero other places with a similar position. I'm at my wits end though and even recently mentioned this to ED, who offered to speak with SSM, though I doubt it would be effective. ED actually relies on SSM a lot and 99% of the time trusts his judgment, because SSM has been here the longest, so SSM is probably a little territorial. But I know from our coworkers that SSM also takes critique very poorly and has a vindictive streak, especially if he thinks you've gone over his head...so it would definitely make our working relationship way worse. I'm also concerned, because I'm unsure of how this situation can be fixed, given that he's the only one senior enough to edit me. Given his tenure, logically, I'd be the more likely one to get fired, right? Is there any other way to go about this? Especially knowing that he'd just deny everything if I talked to him about it?