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2008.06.21 05:45 Body Modification

For all things related to modifying the human body. Piercings, tattoos, scarification, implants, and even unusual plastic surgery - all are welcome topics! New here? In the app, tap on "community info" first. On desktop, check the sidebar first
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2012.04.10 04:26 Overlord

Overlord Anime/Manga/Novel Discussion. Spoilers for Anime-Onlys.
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2008.11.14 15:12 piercing

Almost anything involving poking holes in flesh with sharp metal. New here? Welcome! In the app, tap on "see more" first. On desktop, check the sidebar first
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2024.05.22 00:00 swingerlover DIVINATION AND FORTUNE TELLING #astrology #tarot #tarotreading #tarotcards

DIVINATION AND FORTUNE TELLING #astrology #tarot #tarotreading #tarotcards
Divination is the practice or the process of inquiring knowledge of the unknown or the future by using supernatural methods as well as other items like Dice and tarot. Dice have a pretty long history as oracles. They were famous in ancient Rome and Greece. Again, they are prominent in medieval Europe. As you try to use dice for the first time, you will realize that there is a big distinction from other types of divination (like tarot). Further, it is normally an excellent idea to try different divination systems always to find out which parts of them we need to bring into our individual practice. Quite frequently, this is simply the latest deck in a way that we readily understand; however, it is still significant to look at completely various physical tools. One of the very interesting for contemporary readers is dice.
The basics of Dice.
Typically, dice oracles fall into two major styles; the “book” and the “hand”. First, the “Book” method includes generating a number and then picking up the analogous passage on a page. The subsequent could be anything from poetic verse to precise instructions and often would not relate right to the numbers that were initially rolled. The listing for the subsequent passage, 327, would have a completely unique meaning (and not related to 3, 2 or 7 at all). Therefore, you would have to carry both your dice and the whole book of answers with you to perform the divination. Surprisingly, this is a compelling tradition with many years of history behind it. Furthermore, there is another method- that opens up additional possibilities.
There are sound differences with using dice rather than cards that are fun as well. Cards come with fixed art that can be deciphered or reveal concealed symbolism, guided by the artist. They just have those particular structures and images (like a decision on number order, trump names and art style). The dots or marks on dice are very simple, by contrast, that they get out of the reader’s way and give room for wider accounts to be brought to the reading- particularly on something as rich as the components, which have a lot of aspects to them. The components exist as absolute magical ideals but as the solid reality we find around as too. In fact, they are even in us, as the power of our bones, the heat in our blood.
Physical dice fast become magical tools that have all of these opportunities, alive with potential. With only one six-sided die inside your pocket, you have a straight line to a big part of Western magic. Rather than turning a card to be given with a response, this sounds more as if you generate each component separately yourself using an action from your hand.
On the other hand, dice and cards are of course so comparable. (As a matter of fact, in case each of the aggregate in this oracle was painted onto a card, then the outcome deck of 72 cards would produce precisely the same possibility of each answer as it does at the moment with dice). Certainly, this is a concern we need to always be conscious of when designing a system of divination: you can just have the outcomes that put in. In this regard, none of the outcomes should have less of the possibility than others except that is something for which you have intentionally thought of and planned for. Complex systems can be enjoyable, and you can make use of charts, cards, and lengths of string, colored beads, or a combination of these! As an initial step, the very fulfilling and elegant can be done with only a one die in your pocket without the possibility of losing any of the beauty or depth.
📷Other things that make dice preferable.
Using cards is convenient as well. They are quite smaller compared to a full deck of cards. For this, from a public point of view, they do not resemble the occult object. Furthermore, there are various beautiful alternatives for you. These include metals and colors of your preference, wooden dice in a small box, various sizes, in a pocket or simply in bags. Definitely, the dice you use for divination is your magical devices and needs to be kept and utilized only for magical reasons in the same manners that many individuals do with tarot cards.
From their first form as small animal bones, the dice have been an important component of the whole history of divination. We usually find runes, cards and even sticks available to purchase as oracles. Nevertheless, dice appear to be so ordinary. We notice their sis sides and imagine that they can just give six answers. Rather, they open up such a big area of possible images and information: loving relationships, high-energy battles, landscapes of guaranteed success or warnings of questionable foundations. This just comes from a single die. Readers looking for a unique encounter or change of directions need to consider adding the humble dice in their search.
Divination by scrying.
Scrying, otherwise known as “crystal gazing” is a method by which an individual “gazes” onto a reflective thing. Still, quite a number of people use a scrying mirror or crystal ball. Scrying mirrors are basically concave opaque parts of glass. They are pretty appealing. Nevertheless, you can scry on simply about any reflective exterior, a piece of metal, a bowl of water or a mirror. In some cases, some people can even scry in flames or smoke.
The aim of scrying is to get information. Some people think that this information is presented psychically or clairvoyantly. Others believe the scrying procedure just clears the mind for information from the source or the Universe to flow more smoothly. The information obtained can be used to satisfy an entire host of concerns and questions. Sometimes, the information given is so accurate that the scryer will see visions of actual places, people and events. In some instances, the information given is symbolic just like a dream and has to be interpreted.
From another point of view, open eye scrying requires regular exercise and concentration. Actually, some people find it hard to focus their attention with their eyes open. Luckily, other people are natural scryers. Due to this, they have the ability to focus and images start to appear almost instantaneously. You may never get the hang of it. However, at some point, you may be able to gain images in a carefree state, on your eyelids, with your eyes shut. If you do some research and inquire from others, you may find that they also apply the same method suggesting that that could be another form of scrying. Assuredly, many people will not regard that as a way of scrying because it does not include a “tool” like a mirror outside the person. Besides, you may realize that that is a very effective technique to practice scrying with your eyes closed. In fact, it could be one way that will help you relax and receive essential images. While that may work for some people, others may find it quite irrelevant too. Seemingly, everyone has their best ways of scrying in the bid to get the ultimate goal.
📷Rune reading.
Runes (Witch’s Runes) are simplistic pictograms that pair concepts with symbols that are very acceptable in this contemporary world. In my late teen years, I came across the Witch’s Runes and they really made an impact on me. First, they were few in numbers, easy for me to differentiate from one another and clear to learn. In some ways, these were a groundbreaking entry to the concept of complex symbolism in my case. Because the witch’s Runes are not an old script, they have no particular sound or pronunciation; the headings of the runes are in normal English.
There is a lot less to get here, yet they more often than not be applied conversely with the Elder Futhark in this process of divination. In case you feel content with the Elder Futhark, start learning the Witch’s Runes besides them and realize how the two compare and contrast in your personal practice. If you are still working with the Elder Futhark, you can continue, or you can go back and master the Witch’s Runes first in case both time and memorization are obstacles for you.

  • Rune number– the Witch’s Rune is manifested in particular order, just like other rune rows, although they are not a script.
  • Rune name– the Witch’s Rune name is given in English and is directly mirrored by the image.
  • Think– Pictograms are not definite representations of their concepts, remarkably since there are elusive nuances for each rune. There is some imagery correlated to each rune that may assist you to link them with their meanings. You may be having other imagery that best for you and you can go with it as you wish.
There are only some of the obvious meanings for the runes that work for most people. For your own good, you may add them with time or alter those that do not seem suitable.
Most people prefer touse Tarot Reading as a method of fortune telling:
Quickly learn how to use tarot for daily benefits. Ordinarily, people know tarot as a tool for telling the future or answering questions. Nevertheless, tarot can also be employed in other things other than asking questions. It is always recommendable to take short time while pulling cards. Generally, time is important, and mere acts of…Read More: How To Use Tarot Daily For Benefits
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2024.05.21 21:22 Arbrand We Joined a Cult as a Joke [Part 1]

I sat in our dark bedroom, the computer screen glaring with a harsh, white light. A banner flashed before my eyes: “Seek wisdom by understanding yourself.”
“Chloe, check this out,” I called over my shoulder to my girlfriend playing The Sims on her laptop.
She glanced up, her brow furrowing in confusion before giving me a bemused look. “What the hell are you looking at?” she asked.
“It’s some cult,” I replied, unable to hide my fascination. “I fell down a rabbit hole and found this local place downtown. It's a derivative of Aleister Crowley and Golden Dawn bullshit.” I pointed to the Google Street View image of a dilapidated storefront in an ethnic shopping center.
She smirked, a hint of amusement in her eyes. “I never pegged you as the religious type.”
“Check this out,” I continued, clicking through the site. “They have some photos.”
We spent some time going through the albums celebrating various solstices. Most were taken in an odd room with black and white checkered floors, adorned with Egyptian pseudo-artifacts, bathed in the glow of red and purple lights that transformed the scene into a surreal dreamscape.
The people certainly had an alternative vibe. Tattoos were plentiful, but other than that they looked like they came from all different walks of life. Many of them looked like they had their fair share of bullying in high school - no shortage of that. But most of them looked relatively normal aside from the occasional piercing.
One photograph in particular caught my eye. A woman, sitting in a bright red room, sat on an altar, holding a staff in her right hand, wearing nothing. A man was kneeled before her, his arms tied behind him, rope anchored to the ceiling. They were sliding a knife down his back, a small trickle of blood dripping to the floor.
“Damn,” Chloe started. “She’s butt-ass naked.”
“You wanna go?” I asked. “They’re having a get together tonight.”
“You know what, fuck it. Why not? It’s not like we’re doing anything.” she replied.
“Good,” I smiled, standing up. “Because I already ordered an Uber.”
She sighed before opening a drawer and pulling out a small pipe. “I’ll go, but i'm not going sober.”
It was a cold, shitty Seattle winter night. We got dropped off in the parking lot and spent a few minutes looking for the storefront. We finally found it next to a dog groomer and Pho restaurant with some pun for the name I can’t seem to remember.
We entered the shop, which consisted of two narrow isles separated by wood shelves barely big enough for me to fit down. We spent some time looking at the various items, my attention diverting to a vial of elk blood. I remember wondering if they were even allowed to sell this without some type of medical certification they definitely did not have while Chloe shuffled through a bowl of mix and match crystals.
“Can I help you?” I heard a woman say from the back as she emerged from a beaded curtain. She was a short, overweight woman wearing what I could only describe as a sports bra and hula skirt.
“Hi, uh,” I stuttered. “I’m George and this is Chloe. We’re here for the… winter solstice celebration?”
“Oh, goodie! Newcomers!” she said with an out of place, overjoyed expression as she clapped her hands. Chloe and I laughed nervously.
“The door is in the back, but you can come through here just this time.” she said with a smile, arm holding the beaded curtain open.
We walked through a dark hallway, somehow more cramped than the shop, into a rather large room. A gaggle of people were huddled in the back, which Chloe and I quietly shuffled into.
A bearded man paraded around the room, white robes and red headdress cascading into a cloak, knuckles adorned with several large rings gripping a spear, held vertically in front of him. Behind him, another bald man, white robes and yellow cloak, followed behind, white sleeves crossed over his chest.
I glanced at Chloe’s bloodshot eyes, THC clearly flowing through her system. I gave her a knowing look, as if to say Having fun yet? She returned a slow smile.
Without warning, the entire crowd clapped their hands together over their heads as a woman in blue robes walked past, waving a censure leaking white smoke. We awkwardly followed to match the group.
The blue curtains on the back wall opened to reveal an older Asian woman sitting perched on the altar I saw in the photos, again, completely naked. And before you ask, no. She wasn’t attractive. It’s never the ones you hope it is. The red robed man kneeled down and softly kissed her knees.
I glanced back at Chloe. Her smile was so big I was afraid she was going to laugh at any moment. I pinched her on the side and whispered into her ear “Do. Not. Fucking. Laugh”. Honestly, I think I just made it worse. Her face turned beet red as she bit her cheeks.
The ritual went on for another half hour or so. They must’ve said “Do what thou wilt shall be the whole of the law” at least a dozen times.
We were getting kind of bored and were ready to leave before the woman in the blue robes wandered in with a caged chicken.
"No fucking way" I thought. Surely enough, the man in the yellow robes held the chicken high in the air, before slitting its throat and draining blood into a large metallic basin. The man winced as the chicken flailed violently, scratching up his arms, before eventually succumbing to blood loss.
One by one, each person there stood between a white and black pillar saying love and intention in Greek before eating a piece of something, taking a sip of blood, and saying “There is no part of me that is not of the Gods.”
Chloe and I hung back, and politely declined when our turn came. Once all was said and done, they busted out some alcohol and started celebrating. We slipped out into the street, bursting out laughing. After we finally collected ourselves, Chloe whipped out her phone and showed me she took dozens of pictures of the ritual.
We laughed our asses off the entire way home. First thing she did was open her laptop and post the pictures on Twitter, tagging the lodge with the caption “me and the boys chilling right now”.
We returned to the usual rhythm of our lives. I went to work, conducting meetings and answering emails, while Chloe went back to her classes. A few days later, Chloe checked her Twitter and saw that she had gained a few thousand likes. The whole ordeal became a running joke between us.
I would eat fruit snacks and sip on my soda, saying, “There is no part of me that is not of the Gods”. A few weeks later, we had mostly forgotten about it, except for the occasional recounting as a funny story to regale our friends.
One night while Chloe and I were spending our evening the usual way with me on the computer and her on her laptop, I felt her furiously tap my shoulder while staring wide eyed at the window. Confused, I took my headphones off and walked over, pulling back the curtain to reveal 6 people standing in black robes and animal masks watching us from the hillside.
“What do we do, should I call the cops?” Chloe whimpered.
“No, they’re just a bunch of larpers. They’re not going to do shit! Just trying to scare us.” I said angrily as I closed the blinds and hopped back on my computer.
Chloe sat there for a few minutes in a tense pose with her arms folded together. She went to double check the door was locked, before we continued our night as normal.
The next day I got a text from Chloe frantically telling me to come home immediately. When I arrived, there was a squad car parked outside our building. I ran up the stairs to see two officers standing by Chloe in the doorway. I nearly shouted asking what was going on. They lead me inside to show me a massive black symbol drawn on our wall, a six-pointed star made from one continuous line.
We finished our police report and they told us they’d get back to us if they find anything. I’ve been robbed often enough to know that means they’re going to forget about this before they’ve even gotten back into their squad car.
Furious, I stormed over to the shop and banged on the window. The hula skirt woman came over and cracked the door open just enough for me to see one of her eyes.
“What the fuck do you think your little posse is doing!?” I screamed at her. “Breaking into my apartment like that!? You all are fucking psychos!”
“I haven’t any idea what you’re talking about”, she said with a sly grin.
“Oh, yeah?” I said pointing a finger in her face. “If anyone tries any shit like that again I’m going to burn your goddamn shop to the ground, do you hear me?”
She looked at the ground, clearly nervous. I have never blown up at a stranger like this but I could tell my threats were working.
After a moment of silence I stormed off again, back towards home.
“You meddle with forces you do not understand!” she called out from the shop.
I picked up a glass bottle from the sidewalk and chucked it, smashing against her shop window, forcing her to close the door and disappear into the shadows. I’m not particularly proud of how I behaved in this moment, but unless you’ve had someone break into your home and draw shit on the walls, hold on to your judgment.
The next few days passed without so much as a peep from them. Chloe and I began to relax, convincing ourselves that the cult had been scared off. Life seemed to be returning to normal, and the unsettling incident became just another story.
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2024.05.21 18:28 Sad_Effort_7081 “In the garden” tapestry

“In the garden” tapestry
“In the garden”, wool tapestry 13”x19.5”
Woven with 3mm macrame yarn as warp and palette yarn as weft at a sett of 5. While it woven up very fast comparatively speaking and I love a thicc warp yarn, I probably would not do such a small project with the need for detail at such a low epi again. Up close it’s a mess. From the other side of a room it’s better to look at. All the ends are tucked but I did not sew up the slits yet.
The problem solving felt very similar to when I used to do pixel art and bead weaving at such a chunky sett. I knew I wanted to do a figure. Not a photo realistic figure but one more stylized/illustrated to start with. I drew up a cartoon line drawing on the back of a paper grocery bag, set up the warp with the macrame yarn I had for hanging smaller works and went for it.
I honestly feel torn about how much planning should go into a weaving. Being from a painting background there is an element of letting the work surprise you in the process by not having all the answers going in. With weaving being more structured sometimes it feels like there is not a lot of room for the work to surprise you. Sometimes it feels like I’m just taking a painting, drawing or photograph and just replicating it in wool. I keep asking myself why does the image have to be in fiber outside of I the maker enjoy the process and presentation which I’m not sold as a legitimate reason for a piece being in a specific medium. I do not have a good art theory answer to my question.
So I did not fully plan which colors I would use but instead had a general idea of what I wanted and let the work surprise and challenge me a little bit. Getting skin tone in yarn is so hard. Trying to find that balance between not too grey and not too red is difficult. It has its issues (like all works) but I’m glad I finished it. On to the next piece.
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2024.05.21 17:38 Sakanadexx 41 [M4F] #florida #anywhere - If I had a million dollars, I would buy myself Legos, and you a green dress; but not a real green dress, that's cruel.

Hello world! I am David. Like a thesis I'll start from the top: what am I here for? Why would I venture into the cesspool of Reddit - especially someone my age? Well, I seek a new person to talk to daily. That simple. Someone to share all of life with, the good and the bad, the ugly and the beautiful, one text at a time. Maybe we'll flirt. Maybe we won't. Maybe I'll throw my phone at the wall after a few failed conversations. We will see.
I live in Florida, USA, and work at a steakhouse as a servebartender. Been there for 5 years (though I've been in my profession for 23 years) and I make decent money doing it. I'm divorced, ENFP, sorted Slytherin, and according to the internet if I was a doctor I'd be the 11th? I haven't watched much Doctor Who, but I bet some of you have so there's that. I also have 3 kids. There! All my dirty laundry in one go! Let's see who made it this far.
In my spare time I build swords for real, but out of Perler beads. I also can replicate any pixelated image such as old video game sprites. I also have a serious thing for lego have a shelf in my sun room of everything I've built.
I don't care about your age or marital status, if you think we'll click then come chat!
INxJs to the front of the line.
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2024.05.21 16:22 Kitchen-Block7848 My opinion on the transgender versus femboy issue as a transgender person

My opinion on the transgender versus femboy issue as a transgender person
Hi! I am Aidan, a transgender man who is also a femboy. It’s been a while since I browsed Reddit, and when I got into my favorite communities again to get to know what’s going on… Kaboom! A big amount of Femboy subreddits are annoyed, pissed and tired of something: seeing breasts and female genitals in subreddits that are supposed to let only feminine men post pictures. I thought it was only occurring in this subreddit, but discussions are occurring in other subreddits too. The FemBoys subreddit seems to be the main topic of these discussions. This subreddit is a +18 place where you can find pornography of feminine men. If you know, you know. However, you can find explicit content of transexual women too. The femboy subreddit, a family friendly community where you can find pictures of feminine guys, and where +18 posts are strictly banned, you can find pictures and stories about transexual women too. Entire communities of femboys are standing up against these situations, and since I’ve seen people who are not transgender saying what is transphobic, and what should be transphobic, I decided to post my opinion in these controversies as a transgender man who likes being feminine sometimes. With that being said, let’s get into this post.
  1. Are transexual women the same thing as femboys?
Short answer: no. Femboy is a term commonly used on the internet to describe a guy who acts, dresses, and talks in a way that is culturally feminine. In the real world, “Cross-dresser” is the most used term to describe feminine men.
Transgender men can be feminine too, but maybe not in the same way a common male is, because the vast majority of our clothing choices are driven by gender dysphoria. I’ve always liked mini skirts, but my gender dysphoria didn’t let me use them, due to mini skirts highlighting the female characteristics I was born with. Let’s be real: skirts are designed to fit and highlight women’s bodies, but that doesn’t mean men and transgender men can’t use them too, of course. After four years of physically modifying my body to obtain a masculine shape, my gender dysphoria reduced to the point I can wear mini skirts without wanting to squeeze my hips to make them less noticeable, lol.
I forgot to say gender dysphoria is the distress we, transgender people, feel due to the incongruence of our biological sex and the sex we self-identify with. It goes beyond not liking our sexual characteristics, and it can manifest through wanting to change our IDs as soon as possible, wanting to be treated and recognized as the sex we self-identify with, and a strong conviction that we think and act the same as a person of our self-identified sex.
Being masculine, as a female, doesn’t mean you must be a transgender man; and being feminine, as a male, doesn’t mean you must be a transgender woman, because clothing comes and goes, but our gender identity remains the same throughout our lives. Gender and gender identity are biological, because it is in the brain. Female brains and masculine brains aren’t the same. The principal hypothesis to the reason behind transexuality is that we, transgender people, are the result of an anomaly during gestation. Transgender women have female brains and male bodies, while transgender men have male brains and female bodies. This incongruence makes us transition in the first place, due to, in my case, my brain knows it’s male, and can’t comprehend why my body is female. So, my brain craves certain physical and medical changes to adjust my body to a male sex. Transgender people probably are the product of an anomaly during sexual development during gestation, but it is what it is. We are born this way and we will die this way. However, it is important to clarify transexuality isn’t a mental disorder, in fact, it can be considered a medical condition due to its biological origin, and we need social and medical support to cope with the difficulties of our transition.
Once I explained how gender can’t be changed and how clothing can’t determine gender identity, I can clarify the difference between a femboy and a transgender woman. A femboy can be as feminine as a transgender woman, but he doesn’t change his ID, doesn’t modify his body to obtain sexually female features, and he always sees himself as a man in the mirror, even when he is dressing up all feminine. Femboys are men, and transgender women are not men. Yes, transgender women have a sexually male body, but they transition in order to make their male characteristics less noticeable and to obtain female features. Transgender women are not Cross-dressers, because crossdressers don’t medically change their whole body to appear feminine, and don’t want to do so.
Genuinely, I don’t understand why transexual women post in femboy subreddits. I hope they know being transexual and being a cross-dresser are two different things, otherwise, they may regret the medical changes they did to their bodies. Transgender women decide voluntarily to post these images in femboy subreddits, so it isn’t like someone is calling them boys or men. As a transgender man, I am not the same as a tomboy (masculine girl/woman), and I would never post any picture in a subreddit dedicated to tomboys, because that isn’t my place. These are the situations in SFW subreddits.
In NSFW subreddits the things are more controversial. There are a lot of transexual women publishing their content while the subreddit is literally called “FemBoys”. To be honest, I feel I can't judge them, at least not completely. “Transexual” is one of the most viewed porn categories worldwide (people like seeing breasts and a penis in the same person) and transexual women usually, for lack of better job opportunities, recur to sexual work. Because that’s how it is called. Selling explicit images on the internet is sexual work. They usually have to deal with misgendering (not referring to someone as the real gender he/she is) to gain money, or to refer to themselves as a lot of slurs to catch the attention of a potential client. I think transexual women publishing their content in femboy subreddits is another strategy to sell their images and videos. However, I don’t think that’s okay, because there are plenty of NSFW subreddits dedicated to transexual women.
So, that’s all for today, fellas. I hope this little post gave you a better understanding of this situation from a feminine transgender man’s perspective. Despite this community’s focus isn’t transexuality, I really appreciate the effort from moderators to make this place free of any type of discrimination. I thought of adding more points to this post, but that would make it incredibly long. Let me know in the comments if you want me to speak about another points. With that being said, bye bye <3
Random Hideri Kanzaki image because this guy is genuinely one of my comfort characters. Artwork by Nakayama Miyuki
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2024.05.21 15:22 Professional_Cry_249 Reiki practice

During 2009 i heard about reiki and quickly found a master to take an attunement. By 2010 i took my second attunement. Around 2012 i took a dodgy master level attunement (over the internet) someone who wanted to practice.
So coming to the present. I am really looking to get back at practicing reiki. I did practice on/off during all this years but now i feel like making a real effort in this. I just feel like its a step i need to take.
I practice gasso meditation, some days just taking a crystal beads or pendent and focus on dowsing, somedays just giving reiki to a bottle of water or some plants, some days just body scanning and self healing head to toe. Some days i just do tratak on the symbols and try to visualise the symbols in my mind as long as possible as if i can keep the steady image in my mind i dont need to draw it or speak of it(mainly because that how i was tought by my guru) not the dodgy one. I took my first 2 attunment by a guru in a temple.
Just want to hear from you all what sort of practice do you all do?
I have shifted to perth at the moment and just wondering if there is any group which practices reiki just for improvement and not as a business. Even online ones are okay around the world. would love to be a part.
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2024.05.21 00:13 SlimeSpree HUGE Pilot Review (with pics!)

HUGE Pilot Review (with pics!)
I'm so excited to finally be reviewing Pilot! This is gonna be a long, info and image dense one! Lets go!....
Pilot Slimes, USA.
Variety of sizes from 7/7.5/8oz costing between £12-16. Fantastically designed waterproof labels. Some of the jars are PS which I’m not a fan of as they can’t be squeezed to aid in slime removal and it’s a nightmare, if not impossible, getting the labels off them even with the scotch tape method. They always come off PP pretty clean using this method. However, the textures that really need to be squeezed such as crunch bombs do come in PP jars.
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I placed a couple of separate orders having circled back round after nabbing the ones I wanted most. It turned out to be unnecessary shopping from Pilot this manner! I really didn’t know what to expect and whether things would sell out in a frenzy but that wasn’t the case at all so you don’t have to stress!
It was a lovely surprise to get a super sweet email from Travis from Pilot asking me if I wished to combine orders. I really appreciate this level of customer service from a slime store as, I know it sounds silly, but I know what its like to be rammed with orders and emails after a product drop and don't want to further add to a team's stress by bothering them to dig out and combine my orders when it's my fault I shopped that way. Travis even wrote me a thank you note on the inside of the box flap so respect to Pilot for their absolutely stellar customer service!
Inside the box was a fat baggie of Borax with a sticker, a beautifully professional, large sized care card. Everything was extremely well packaged and the slimes were combined individually with their add ins which I very much appreciated! They also very kindly sent me two medium sized complimentary slimes.
I should state that I always put all my slimes in the fridge for 15 minutes prior to a review. I think that gives all slimes a fair and common starting point from which to judge them and takes back any stickiness in the event of hot weather. After reviewing, all my retained slimes are kept in a cooler at 10c/50f/degrees and 70% RH to ensure longevity and maintain them for future play. I will report back on their longevity in a few months time but I don't keep them all, only my favourites which I will be certain to want to play with again, with the rest given to friends.
Most of the slimes were a tiny bit over-activated on arrival which is actually something I appreciate and see as conscientious by a slime company. It is something some of my favourite stores routinely do (such as Momo.) I don’t add glycerine, I feel it makes them stay playable without the need for activator longer and allows them to melt down gradually on their own. I personally enjoy a bit of over-activation as it adds a slight crunch to some textures when you stretch them which I personally find satisfying. The down side is that cetain textures may be a little rippy but this was a minor issue with Pilot.

  • 1UP WIP (wip x clay, zooted at the carnival scented)
I thought the theme with just SO MUCH FUN! 🤩 The scent is gorgeous and just my jam, kind of like vanilla cream with wafts of cooking donuts. As I played, I start getting hints of mint and a notable suggestion of weed. Whether this was by design (considering the scent's name) or psychosomatic I’m not sure but this is a very pleasant and multifaceted fragrance that tells a story in scent as you play and I really appreciated and enjoyed that!
This is a puffy, stretchy, firm cloud creme, very slightly towards the doughy. It’s holdable, jiggly and gives a hollow “tup” when you give it a love tap when it’s fully inflated. It is very stretchy with clicks that get louder as it inflates and little crackles and pops. Lots of soft sizzles as you deflate. As mentioned above it was a little over-activated which made it rip just a little if I stretched too fast.
I loved this theme so much. The label was beautiful and assembled it really entertained me!

  • CRUSH’S KUSH (seed bead crunch, eucalyptus and mint scented)
The scent is soft and slightly soapy/bubblebath leaning and pretty fresh. Stunning pigmented clear slime sits on top of a compacted biscuit of seed beads that feel incredible to crush through and combine. Once fully combined I don't find seed beads the most exciting by they do create a good froth up for some crackles and pops. This is perfectly activated and not in the least bit sticky. Very stretchy with just the right amount of resistance. I did have a little bit of fallout with the beads but nothing bad. Not in the least bit pokey and gave my hands a pleasant massage.
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  • SCOOBY SNACKS (slay mallow chew, sour patch kids and hemp flower scented)
The first scent I was hit with was the sour patch kids with a subtle hint of weedy/fruity florals. This is a very dense and ultra chewy, somewhat chubby texture which is reminiscent of a butter and a snow creme but not quite a snow dough. It’s very holdable with medium clicks and some very good bubble pops from the sharp to the loud and low. It is a little bit rippy as you stretch due to slight over activation and becomes fairly matte with play. This was a nice enough texture but one I feel I’ve been over-saturated with from multiple companies of late.
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  • TOASTED (thick Korean clay butter, buttery baked bread and rosemary scented)
The scent is exquisite, exactly like a delicious, moist rosemary ciabatta. It made inviting little sizzles as I spread the sprinkles into place on its micro-bubble covered surface. This is extremely moist, plush and ultra stretchy and jiggly texture. The scent is just so pleasurable as you stretch and inflate it. This is a very slightly denser, more robust version of some of the Yyoung airy, inflatable slimes I got from Seoul Gage. Medium-loud clicks that increase in the volume and sharpness as it inflates and very soft pops. This is great for soft sizzles and micro pops as you deflate. This was a nice texture but I was really hoping to come across one which naild what I had in mind for the famous 'wip' texture and this wasn't quiiiiite it. I'd buy it again thought, it was nice and the scent incredible.
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  • BERRY HIGH (pigment putty, blueberry waffle cone)
I was getting an extremely mild berry scent with a whispering hint of biscuit. The base is a spectacular, deep pearlescent emerald green with flashes of violet. This was a beautifully activated putty with no stickiness at all. This is an extremely chewy, ultra thick clear with medium clicks, tons of crackles and snaps and tremendously loud bubble pops. It inflates like crazy and gave me some of the most dramatic air bubbles ever. It ended a pretty silver with a subtle cyan and green shimmer. This was fantastic! I never get bored of stunning pigments in clears and this was a top class slime in every way.
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The bubble factor in this slime was pretty wild!

  • SEA CUCUMBER (bouncy coated cleaicee / cucumber melon scented)
A very fresh scent leaning more towards cucumber with a hint of melon. Another very beautiful slime with fresh colors to go with the fresh scent and theme. It combines to a very pretty, plush and chubby seafoam coloured jelly. It has medium loud clicks and plenty of loud snaps, crackles and pops. A little bit over activated and rippy again but I’m OK with that, you may prefer to add a dot of glycerine depending on your personal preference. I’m not a huge jelly fan but this was a very nicely made one.
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  • SOUR GRAPES (mini frogspawn & regular frogspawn, sour grape scented)
This comes in a squeezy PP pot, which is much appreciated in order to get it out with a few squeezes! This has a subtle, sour grapes/candy leaning scent. Frog spawn beads are my favourite type and the croaks these emitted were just perfect. I also love the popping colour scheme!
This is a texture I mostly like to slowly push and squeeze to maximize the croaks and it works so well with the combo of beads. It has some nice crackles and little pops when you stretch it and fold it. The base is a thick, resistant and chewy putty and has no stickiness. This was the perfect frogspawn crunch bomb and I very much enjoyed it! I would 100% grab this texture again in a heartbeat!
Ribbet! 🐸 🫧

  • SEABERRY DELIGHT (mini frogspawn, mini bubble bead, silica sand/ turquoise waters, hint of berry)
A Fresh, mild, beachy perfume upon opening. It’s a shame it’s so difficult to capture the true color on camera as it has a gorgeous lilac shimmer which contrast so nicely with the turquoise. Unfortunately, as I played the scent took a turn and an almost fishy chemical smell came to light. There was a warning on the website that the beads can kick out a bit of a plastic smell and it was very strong and unpleasant to my nose. However, sounded amazing, extremely fizzy and crackly and absolutely exploded with small sharp pops when you inflate and squeeze it. What I find a shame is that it starts out looking so incredibly stunning ends up comparatively boring in aesthetic but that is just how it goes with particularly beautifully designed slime sometimes!
Overall, this isn’t a a particularly pokey texture BUT…. The other day I seemingly upset someone who voiced their discontent after I noted and warned in a review that a slime had the potential to cut skin. Admittedly, the texture I am referencing was a far more notably rough one. However, I did find several pieces of silica in this slime that had the potential to be dangerous and this time I took photos to demonstrate this. This isn’t the slime maker’s fault, it is unfortunately inevitable that some broken, sharp pieces will manifest when dealing with large batches of silica and you do have to be mindful as if you catch one wrong and you could scratch, nick or quite seriously pierce your skin.
Once again this is NOT a direct criticism of Pilot seeing as this is common in any slime of this texture. If you buy silica slimes from ANY slime company I would recommend you have a careful look and feel through the slime prior to play to ensure there are no dangerous pieces, especially if you are going to hand it to a less experienced slimer or a child. I feel it would be wise for shops offering this texture to put a little warning on their website that sharp and broken pieces could be present and need to be checked for. Admittedly, this has put me off this texture across the board (apart from the Rodem ones which seem to include particularly well rounded, small and smooth pieces of silica.)
This is one of the prettiest slimes I have ever seen first opened but I find it comparatively dull combined which is a shame!
There were 5-10 extremely sharp silica pieces in my jar so PLEASE be careful with this texture from any company and remember that silica is a component of glass. This is not an issue unique to Pilot or a criticism of their rendition of this texture at all but I would be mindful that this can happen in any silica slime. (Please excuse the gross macro shot of my dry slime fingers 😆)

  • PANNA COTTA (DIY clay, fluffy butter, jelly/ wild berry panna cotta scented)
A beautiful, fresh, creamy Panna cotta scent with notes of berries. The texture was plush, resistant and had a firm jiggle. It felt like it had snow in it and was dense and a bit towards the chubby, with a slight jelly feel. Very stretchy with some good pops in it, soft pokes and plenty of soft sizzles.
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  • STRAWBERRY BLUES (fimo crunch, blue raspberry & strawberry soda scented)
A subtle berry scent which is quite pleasant. This slime has a beautiful lilac shimmer which is always hard to capture in full on camera. It was lovely in the hands, the fimos were soft/bendy and non-pokey. The base was ultra thick with lots of resistance and very well activated. It had some loud snaps and small sharp crackles and some pops to it. A very nice slime!
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  • MAGIC MUSHROOM (bouncy coated clear, garden thyme scented)
While this is a perfume based scent, the thyme comes through and it is very beautiful indeed. Pilot have absolutely nailed the stunning pearlescent pigmented clear slimes, this is glorious to behold! It’s a great clear to play with, as most of their clears are. Clicky and full of snaps and sharp pops.
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  • PURPLE HAZE (mini bubble bead crunch, lavender vetiver scented)
Carrying on with the purple theme, here we have another beauty. Again, the website did warn that the beads had a plastic scent and unfortunately they overwhelmed any scent that the slime may have had. I came back to it later and could detect wafts of lavender and vetiver but the horrible plastic smell overpowered them. I have had these caviar beads before from other companies and I really don’t recall them ever smelling this bad. This is redeemed a little by how beautiful the purple balls look in this slime, it feels good in the hands is fun to stretch creating lots of decent bubble, pops and crackles. A few balls did fall out of this one but nothing bad. I am sad that such a lovely slime has this issue with the smell! 😞
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  • CRUSH’S CUSH (base only) (coated clear, eucalyptus and mint scented)
The stoner sea turtle is back! This is such a pretty base I couldn’t resist getting it on its own! This is such an incredible, ultra thick coated putty, full of crackles and pops and I really do love it. I know many folks find clear slime a little basic but I personally enjoy the feeling of no or few add ins and popping hella bubbles. I find the visual element very stimulating and enjoyable so love Pilot’s offerings on this front! They smash it with the incredible pigments!
I personally think this is also prettier without the seed beads after play.

  • HONEYDEW MILK TEA (ultra thick x clear, honeydew milk tea scented)
A nice, fresh, slightly creamy melon scent. This is a lovely, thick, slightly glossy wood glue texture. It’s slightly over-activated, giving a nice crunch when you pull but getting very chewy and stretchy as it warms up. Quiet finger pokes that get louder as it inflates. Medium volume pops and crackles and plenty of them. I very much enjoyed this texture along with its beautifully fresh scent and colour.
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  • LEMON MERINGUE (DIY clay/wip, lemon meringue scented)
I really did adore this scent, a very creamy and realistic, nostalgic lemon meringue. This was the best scent of the bunch in my personal opinion (with the rosemary bread of 'Toasted' being a close second.) I absolutely loved the combo of charms on this one, it was just so very pretty and charming. The whipped cream mini clays had dried out but this was warned on the website. This texture was quite wet and a bit greasy at first but this is typical of such textures and you have to keep the faith. The little clay whipped creams did not combine into the texture, but they will rehydrate and combine with a little time and rest.
This is a GORGEOUS light, fluffy, moist and jiggly snow creme with nice, moist, clicky finger pokes. This is far closer to what I imagined when it came to Pilot’s famous “wip” texture reminding me of a floofy, whipped honey butter sort of texture, I personally found it a preferable texture to 'Toasted.' It inflates loads and gets airier and fluffier as you play. It also has some great bubble pops. This was a fantastic slime and certainly the star of the show for me. I am now very keen to get my hands on more like this from Pilot.
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  • Free slime: PIZZA PLANET (fluffy butter chew, pizza dough scented)
The scent is slightly savory, a tad yeasty and I had a hint of rosemary to it, I thought the whole concept was really cool and well done with the little baggie of (possibly corn flour?) that you rubbed on its surface. The whole theme, scent and colour of this dough had me, a whole ass adult, humming “That’s Amoré and pretending to be a pizza chef! Haha! This was a moist, chewy butter that inflated plenty and gave lots of lovely soft sizzles and some medium pops.
When the moooon hits your eyyye like a biiiig pizza piiiie....etc. 😂
The second free slime was an unnamed silica, seed bead and fish bowl crunch bomb which I am saving for a friend as it’s hard to review a no-name slime because I can’t tell you guys what it is in order to enable you to buy it!

CONCLUSION:
I’ve heard people say they were underwhelmed with Pilot and I can understand where they are coming from. I believe that it’s because the extreme hype leads us to believe that some sort of new slime innovation is coming our way, just to discover that the textures are all particularly familiar to us and very common to many other slime companies. I didn’t experience any textures that were new, unusual or particularly nuanced and sophisticated although I thought the lemon meringue was one of the nicest of that particular texture (and combined scent) I have experienced of late.
In my opinion, the manner in which Pilot shines and DOES deserve hype arises from the fact they are all VERY well done, extremely professionally made slimes. Nothing was sticky, I feel the slight over-activation is a professionally conscientious move, there was no mess or spillage on the containers, the labels were absolutely beautiful, the packaging and care card lovely and the themes all absolutely fantastic.
I found a small percentage of the scents to be excellent and the others somewhat faint/underwhelming and, in light of the plastic beads, some very unpleasant unfortunately. The overall impression I got from Pilot was a very polished and professional one and I personally very much enjoyed my order and will retain with enthusiasm. However, my future purchases from them (because there will be future purchases, they won me round) will be more targeted and far more modest. I would certainly be interested in more light wips, frogspawn crunch bombs and pigmented clears. The caviar and seed beads lost me and I just give up on silica at this point (apart from Rodem's) I’m afraid. The denser snow cremes didn’t really capture me and the scents are definitely something I will be a little more considered over when I shop in future. I thought they nailed the sweet/creamy/bread scents, they may be my preference scent-wise but they are not always done well. All in all I feel that Pilot are worthy of a solid 9.5/10
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2024.05.20 22:11 Correct_Budget_4784 My opening scene for Sundered Isles

As title says, I want to share my opening scene for my Sundered Isles campaign, which I am calling “Deadsoul”. I would love to hear your feedback!
Opening scene:
The morning sun cast a golden glow over the rolling waves, illuminating the Talan trade ship as it cut through the sapphire waters. Seagulls cried overhead, diving and swooping in the brisk sea breeze. Aro, known to the crew as "Fluke," worked diligently on the deck, his hands calloused and sure despite the mocking nickname that followed him since the day he dropped precious cargo overboard.
Aro tugged at a frayed rope, securing it tightly to the mast. Sweat beaded on his forehead, glistening in the sunlight. He glanced around, ensuring his work was done properly; the last thing he needed was another mistake to add to his reputation. The crew bustled about, each man absorbed in his own tasks, but Aro felt the weight of their lingering gazes, the quiet snickers that often followed him.
“Oi, Fluke! Don’t drop that line, now,” one of the older sailors called out with a chuckle. Aro forced a tight smile and nodded, hiding the frustration that bubbled beneath the surface.
As he moved to the next task, coiling a thick rope, a shadow flickered at the edge of his vision. He paused, eyes narrowing as he focused. It happened sometimes—a glimpse, a fleeting vision of death. He saw the shadow again, this time clearer: the sailor who had mocked him, pale and lifeless, a faint image of what could be. Aro shivered, shaking his head to dispel the vision. He couldn’t afford to let his mind wander, not here, not now.
“Fluke!” The first mate’s voice snapped him back to reality. “Get to the crow’s nest. We need eyes on the horizon.”
“Aye, sir,” Aro replied, quickly making his way to the rigging. He climbed with practiced ease, the wind whipping around him as he ascended. Reaching the top, he settled into the crow’s nest, peering out at the endless expanse of ocean.
From this vantage point, the world felt vast and limitless. His thoughts drifted to his brother, somewhere out there, hidden within the ranks of the Faceless Accord. Aro’s heart ached with the longing to find him, to prove his own worth, to show his father that he was more than just a fluke.
Suddenly, a vision struck him—stronger this time. He saw a ship, burning and sinking beneath the waves, screams of the crew echoing in his ears. He gripped the edge of the nest, knuckles white, forcing himself to breathe. He had to be careful, had to keep this hidden. If anyone knew about his ability, the consequences would be dire.
“Focus,” he muttered to himself, scanning the horizon. In the distance, a dark shape loomed, barely visible against the morning mist. A ship, approaching fast.
“Ship ahoy!” he called down to the deck, his voice steady despite the turmoil within. The crew sprang into action, shouts of commands and hurried footsteps filling the air. Aro remained in the nest, eyes fixed on the approaching vessel, the weight of his visions heavy on his shoulders.
As the ship drew closer, he could make out the flag it flew—black, with a symbol he recognized all too well. Pirates. Aro’s heart pounded in his chest. He watched the pirate ship with a mix of fear and determination.
Below, the Talan crew prepared for confrontation, and Aro started to question if any of this was worth the risk.
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2024.05.20 22:03 Winterwolf8889 PSA about Betta Beads

PSA about Betta Beads
This is a warning to betta owners about these "betta beads". My sweet boy Pepper started acting very lethargic a couple days ago and I noticed some bloating and pineconing. I immediately put him in a hospital tank and started treating him for dropsy. Today I come home and see this bead at the bottom of the hospital tank and he's as skinny as a stick.
Now this may not be the case with all bettas, mine might just be overly greedy. If it works for you that's great but I definitely won't be adding these to my tank again. Now I need to monitor him for any other signs of illness as well as hope the treatment hasn't affected him in any negative way.
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2024.05.20 17:11 importmonopoly [FS][USA] FLASH SALE PRICES REDUCED 925 Silver Chrome Hearts Jewelry (Cuban Link Chains, Bracelets, Wallet Chains, Pendants & More)

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2024.05.20 13:15 MirkWorks Excerpts from Beautiful Fighting Girls by Saito Tamaki (Chapter 6 The Emergence of the Phallic Girls) II

High Context
Expression takes many forms. In this book I have interpreted the word media in a broad sense and treated each form of expression that I have discussed as an independent medium. What, then, is the reason for the existence of multiple media like manga, anime, and film? Are these simply multiple forms for mediating the same reality? Not at all. Multiple media exist in order to support multiple fictions. We clearly perceive the form of a particular expression at the same time as we take in its content. The various media function as a kind of context, or a transparent and continuous totality that attaches meaning to content. In this instance the media themselves attain their own unique contextuality. For example, we are not in the least confused if a heroine who breaks down in tears in a television drama suddenly appears smiling in a commercial during the break. This is because it is very easy for us to shift instantaneously between the context of the drama and the commercial.
In an earlier work I referred to this idea of the unique contextuality of each medium as the “representation context,” in order to use it in a more limited sense. This is because it is possible to use the media form itself as a form of representation. As I explained in chapter 1, my use of the term context is based chiefly on a combination of the ideas of G. Bateson and E. T. Hall, which I Have also explained in greater detail elsewhere. For our purposes here, it is possible to understand the contexts contributing to expression as existing in hierarchical strata. In the case of manga, the first context level is that of the narrative that gives meaning to the characters’ actions. Above that is the genre of the narrative - the expressive context that determines whether it is to be taken seriously or as a gag. The representational context is one level above this. Or, if we order them from top down, the process by which we understand the content of a manga can be understood as a hierarchical series of stages beginning with the work’s representational context (manga), proceeding to its expressive context (genre), on to the narrative context, and finally to the comprehension of the content. Of course, in actual fact we have to admit that this sort of hierarchy is ultimately not valid. It goes without saying that content and context exist in a relationship based on simultaneous and mutual corroboration. Therefore I should emphasize that the notion of representation context serves only for convenience of description and is not in any sense an isolatable object.
It is possible, for example, to think of visual media in the order of their dependence on representational contextuality. Contextuality in this case refers to the degree to which the form of expression itself determines the context expressed. In order of descending contextuality, then, we have anime, manga, television, film, and photographs. The statement “I saw a photograph,” for example, conveys no meaning on its own. But the statement “I saw an anime” evokes a relatively concrete image in the listener’s mind. This is because the anime form restricts the range of content much more than does the photograph. In other words, anime has the highest level of contextuality and photography the lowest. Here I follow Hall in calling this the “high context” nature of anime. In general, we can say that more popular forms of expression tend to be higher context (as in the difference between classical and popular music). In visual media, the less information conveyed on the screen, the higher the context (this being the difference between television and film). Thus “cool” media (with low levels of detail) tend toward higher context.
Let us think more concretely about the high-context nature of anime and manga. We have already established that form and content are intricately connected in both. In the case of these expressive forms, we can easily makes guesses about the content and authorship even of works that we know nothing about. Even a single frame of the work will be enough to tell us the genre, the orientation of the content, and sometimes even the identity of the author. Moreover, the instantaneous switching between the “gag” and “serious” modes that would be unthinkable in film but forms part of the grammar of anime (its so-called yakusoku [conventions]) can be explained only on the basis of this high-context nature.
I think of high context as the sensibility that emerges when there is no sense of distance between the producer and the consumer of a given media form . Once we immerse ourselves in this high-context space, the meaning of all stimuli is grasped instantaneously. Inevitably, emotional codes are more easily transmitted here than verbal ones. This high-density transmissibility enables extremely high levels of concentration and absorption.
Intersubjective Mediation, or Media Theory
Based on what I have said above, we can identify the difference between film and anime or manga first in terms of contextuality.
Is this the place for us to move to a discussion of media theory? Is the desire for the beautiful fighting girls a sign of an internal transformation, an “implosion” and extension brought on by our contemporary media environment? In some senses this may be true, but in others it is certainly not.
The development of the media environment has in fact partly transformed the structure of our society. The development of the mass media industry itself is one manifestation of this transformation. Its influence on the economy and on education has, of course, been enormous. But to what extent does this transformation penetrate our inner worlds?
In clinical terms there has not been the slightest structural transformation. The structure of our neurotic subjectivity remains intact, just as Freud discovered it a century ago. If asked to prove this, most analysts would say that it is not their role to offer general proofs of anything. This, too, has not changed in a hundred years. Analysts can speak about the truth. But, or perhaps therefore, they cannot prove what is true. But, or perhaps therefore, they cannot prove what is true. To say that the structure of the subject is intact is to say that the structure of desire has been maintained. What needs to be emphasized here is that, in order for the structure of desire to be maintained, the object of desire must constantly change. If the object of our desire looks different than it did a hundred years ago, this is only a change in appearance that results from the continual maintenance that we as subjects have performed on the structure of that desire. Yes, the development of media has brought about an outward change, a superficial change in the objects of our desire.
From this we can derive at least two psychoanalytic hypotheses. If we use Lacan’s divisions, the stability of the subject denotes primarily the stability of the relationality between the Symbolic and the Real. Moreover, the internal transformation that Marshall McLuhan referred to as “implosion” can be considered mainly as having emerged as a change on the level of form in the Imaginary. Herein lies one of the thorniest difficulties of media theory. If voice and writing are themselves already forms of media, what exactly have modern media been able to add to the equation? The transformation of the subject in the Imaginary can always make it seem as if nothing has happened. As long as this is the case, the appearance of media theory will remain in the always-awaited future, and its conclusions will only continue to be deferred.
But perhaps there is something to be gained nonetheless by taking a detour here and considering the mutual operations of the media environment and the Imaginary. The development of media is clearly most striking in the visual realm. Already we are able in principle to see any sort of image whatsoever. If we so desire, we can also keep large numbers of images in our possession on a computer hard drive. There is no little significance in the fact that, as is so apparent in the case of the ever-increasing functionality of the personal computer, it has become very easy for us not just to preserve but to reproduce, manipulate, and transmit visual information about all sorts of experiences. Our imaginary has been dramatically expanded and accelerated by the media, or extended through “implosion.”
The diversification of methods of mediation has had a number of effects. One of these is the potential impoverishment of content and form. As was clear in the case of the beautiful fighting girls, the narratives in a diversified media environment are surprisingly similar to each other. As I pointed out in chapter 5, there are hundreds of examples of the beautiful fighting girl genre, but only thirteen story lines. From the 1990s on, no new story lines emerged, and new works were simply rearrangements of old ones. In this case at least, we can say that, while the diversification of media may contribute to the outward diversification of the works, we need to be aware of the possibility that it encourages the involution of the genre as a whole.
The more information is exchanged, the more redundancies there are and the more monotonous it becomes . For example, now that communication by personal computer has become the norm, people read and perhaps write enormous amounts of text every day . As a result, we see developing a common “computer style” of writing that is excellent for transmitting information but extremely limited in its capacity for description and definition. The impoverishment of visual information is most evident in the spread of anime-style images.
So what is this about? Increasing the level of detail or rendering movement more subtly in anime would take exponentially more money and time. But of course these luxuries are not always possible. On the other hand, too much abbreviation reduces the images to mere signs and makes for a very dreary representation (like the Saturday morning cartoons in the United States, where the only facial movements are blinking eyes and opening and closing mouths). The solution to the problem in Japan was, I believe, the introduction of the “big eyes and small mouth” that has become the tradition in Japanese anime.
The only parts of a manga that cannot be drawn by assistants are the face, and particularly the eyes, of the main characters. The author’s style appears in its most concentrated form in the facial expression and the eyes. The shortcut technique that resulted from this was to divide up the drawing of the background among assistants and make the characters like simple signs. This made possible the division of labor. Then, to avoid making the characters too much like mere signs, the facial expression, particularly the eyes, and the hands are drawn with great care. Among all the human organs, these occupy the position closest to the grammatical subject. Drawing the eyes and hands with special care has the same value as inserting text. Or, to put it the other way around, as long as the eyes and hands are carefully drawn, the rest can be abbreviated. Then one can add more facial expressions and make them more complex with manpu. This procedure enables the streamlining of the production process while also effectively communicating a wide variety of subtle emotional codes, making it easy for the viewer to identify emotionally. This is likely the origin of the too-large eyes and tiny mouth that Westerners so often point out in Japanese manga and anime. The anime image is the result of a sophisticated technique that enables a maximum of communication with a minimum of lines.
One noticeable trend in recent years, which may have to do mostly with keeping costs down, is that even as the images are drawn with greater and greater sophistication of design and coloration, they tend to move much less. The appearance of movement is skillfully produced by blurring the image, using flashes of lights, and bank sequences [19*. Bank sequences, or Bankukatto, are sequences of animation that can be used repeatedly, such as when a heroine is transforming or assuming a decisive pose.], but on closer inspection there is actually very little movement. The impact of “anime images” results from drawings so refined that this sort of thing no longer appears unnatural. Moreover, because there is no need for the drawings to be particularly intricate, they can be easily digitized, which makes it possible to transfer them into a computer game without altering them. This style of drawing, which is devoid of texture and consists only of fine lines and surfaces, helps smooth the flow of the so-called media mix as the images are transplanted from comics to anime to film, games, figurines, and toys.
The space of manga and anime has introduced easily shareable code systems into our Imaginary. This shareability, in turn, introduces elements of polymorphous perversion into that space. As a result, in the 1980s we first became aware of a very important fact, namely, that even the objects of our sexuality were shareable through the mediation of manga and anime. This realization led to the explosive growth of sexualized images in this space. Of course, the wholesome notion that manga and anime are basically for children exists even now. But even this constraint was converted into a useful technique. Depicting sex in a context that is for children almost inevitably produces undifferentiated, which to say polymorphously perverse, effects. <also, and a much darker scene between the protagonist Utena and the antagonist Akio in the episode The Prince Who Runs Through the Night, a friend pointed this out to me, in terms of what it’s depicting and how True it is. The disassociation and ambivalence that suffuses a traumatic event…>.
To create an autonomous object of desire within the fictional space of manga and anime: was this not the ultimate dream of the otaku? They sought to create fiction not as a stand-in for the “real” sexual object, but fiction that had no need to be secured by reality. For this to work, not even the most elaborately constructed fictional worlds would suffice. In order for fiction to attain its own autonomous reality, it would have to be desired for its own sake. Only then would reality bow down to fiction.
“Fiction” versus “Reality”
Earlier I referred rather casually to the contrast between “fiction” and “reality.” Of course, I do not accept this contrast naively. In fact, it is my belief that everyday reality is itself nothing more than a fiction (or fantasy) and that it is fundamentally impossible to draw a strict distinction between them. One reason that I raise the distinction nonetheless is in order to think once more about “Japan.” The art critic Sawaragi Noi has argued that Japan functions as what he calls a “bad place” and that any act of expression that attempts to escape from that place can only end up by making it worse and getting caught in a vicious circle. If such a place can be hypothesized, it is entirely possible that it could also subsume the place of manga and anime that I have been discussing here. For now I call that space “Japanese space” and contrast it with another unique representational space, which I call “Western space.”
As I pointed out earlier, in Japanese space the distinction between fiction and reality is not completely in effect. The distinction itself is in fact based on a Western idea . **In his theory of ideals Plato begins with a three-part distinction between the ideal, reality, and art, and places art at the bottom of the hierarchy because it is only an imitation of reality. In Plato’s system there is only a series of copies, with the copy of the ideal being reality and the copy of reality being art. Art must content itself with the lowly position of being a copy of a copy, an imitation of an imitation. Added to this is the influence of Judeo-Christian culture, which rejects idolatry. In “Western space,” even today “reality” is made to conform strictly to this ranking. In this context the notion of the “Reality of fiction” is already attenuated by being subjected to all sorts of constraints.
<"But I say to you that whoever looks at a woman to lust for her has already committed adultery with her in his heart" Matthew 5:28.>
For example, in American popular culture the most privileged fiction form is film. To be made into a film is the ultimate proof of the success of any narrative, whether it originates as a novel or a play. Of course, there are any number of reasons for this, but one is surely the belief that live-action film is the most accurate imitation or reproduction of reality. The impact of live-action film is supported by the belief that what it portrays is a faithful reproduction of reality. In my opinion there is absolutely no difference between the fictionality of live-action film and animated ones; it is just that anime is considered more fictional because it is under the constraint of having to be drawn by someone. For this reason animated films have almost no chance of winning the Academy Award for Best Picture and will always remain a genre inferior to film.
Thinking about censorship practices makes this even clearer. Censors in Japanese space seem for the most part uninterested in the symbolic value of what they are censoring. As long as the genitals are not portrayed explicitly, they will allow even the most depraved images to be shown. In Western space, however, images are censored according to their symbolic value. The censors are not interested in the trivial question of whether or not the genitals are visible, but reserve their strictest scrutiny for obscenity and perverse content. A recent example is the cover for Marilyn Manson’s CD Mechanical Animals. In the composite photograph, Manson appears nude as he glares at the viewer, but with the smooth groin and small breasts of a young girl. This level of perversion does not cause the least problem in Japan. But in the United States it create quite a scandal, with several large music stores refusing the carry the album. One could list any number of similar examples of this difference in the way Japanese and Americans judge an image obscene. Of course, even in Japan this sort of taboo on images still lingers when it comes to the Imperial family, but even that is losing the force it once had. In fact, that taboo has become so weak that it would shock even Okuzaki Kenzo. We are now living in an age when it is possible to publish a manga depicting a bomb thrown at Princess Masako during a parade, and the romance between Princess Kiko and Prince Akishino has been made into an anime. In other words, we still do not have the slightest idea what it is that defines depravity.
One conclusion that we can draw from this comparison is that visual expression in Western space is symbolically castrated, while Japanese space there is only imaginary castration, at most. For example, in Western space any image that symbolizes the penis is censored, while in Japanese space as long as you do not portray the penis itself anything goes. In this ironic sense I would suggest that Japanese media enjoy the great freedom of expression. The problem arises with this freedom itself.
In Japanese space, fiction itself is recognized as having its own autonomous reality. As I mentioned earlier, in Western space reality is always in the superior position, and the fictional space is not allowed to encroach on it. Various prohibitions are introduced to establish and maintain this superiority. It is not permitted for example, to produce images depicting sexual perversion. This is because fiction must not be more real (riaru) than reality. Fiction must be carefully castrated so that it does not become too appealing. This is what I mean by symbolic castration.
It is often remarked that the heroines of Western comics and anime are for the most part not very cute. They often include beautiful women and naked bodies, but rarely do they directly represent characters as sexually attractive. This cannot be explained simply as a result of a discrepancy in technical skill or differing notions of beauty. In the case of an actual Hollywood actress, Japanese and American fans are likely to speak in similar ways about her sexual attractiveness. But the situation is very different when it comes to heroines who appear as drawn images. Betty Boop, for example, may be drawn in a sexy outfit (with a garter belt!), but she is more like a parody of a sexy actress. Her fans are not immediately captivated by Betty’s sexual charms.
To continue with our discussion of Western space, we might remember that 1957 saw the creation of the so-called Comics Code Authority that formulated self-regulatory codes for comics in the United States and effectively spelled the end of the golden age of American comics. At the time juvenile delinquency had become a hot-button issue, and comics were singled out as a contributing factor. Among comic fans the formation of the CCA is referred to as the “Total Disaster.” The list of restrictions is as absurdly detailed as the rules at a Japanese high school. A few items that stand out on the list are
  • “Divorce shall not be treated humorously nor represented as desirable.”
  • “If crime is depicted it shall be as a sordid and unpleasant activity.”
  • “In every instance good shall triumph over evil and the criminal punished [sic] for his misdeeds.”
  • “Policemen, judges, government officials and respected institutions shall never be presented in such a way as to create disrespect for established authority.”
Under the category of “Marriage and Sex” the code states that “Nudity in any form is prohibited,” “Females shall be drawn realistically without exaggeration of any physical qualities,” “Illicit sex relations are neither to be hinted at nor portrayed,” “Seduction and rape shall never be shown or suggested,” and “Sex perversion or any inference to same is strictly forbidden.” Japanese manga as harmless as Sazae-san and Doraemon might run afoul of these rules. If regulations this strict were in force in Japan, virtually every manga magazine in print would have to be shut down.
It is thus quite possible to analyze the differences between Japan and the United States from the perspective of regulations. But what I want to stress here is that these rules show all the symptoms of an excessive defense reaction. No matter how popular comics had become by the 1950s, they could hardly compete with film. Nevertheless, they were much more severely regulated, to the point of destroying an entire genre of expression. Would it be too much to see in this an echo of what we might call the West’s iconographic taboo? The highly detailed and concrete restrictions on the depictions of sexuality are particularly remarkable. In these restrictions we can clearly see operating the obsessive idea that images themselves must not be sexually attractive.
Pornography must be considered as part of this discussion of the visual expression of sexuality. Pornography, needless to say, prizes images that are realistic and highly practical. In the decline of roman poruno and the rise of adult video, for example, one can see the pursuit of convenience and practicality. Pornographic images trend toward being more suitable for private consumption, reproduction and distribution gets easier, and pornographic expression gets more and more explicit. But in the Japanese space this leads to another contradiction: namely, the existence of “porno comics.” I want to stress once again that I am speaking of pornography in general here, not of “erotic expression.” It is perhaps only in Japan that pornography has taken the form of comic books and attained a certain popularity in doing so. Of course, there are porno comics that are meant to be used as masturbation aids in the West as well, but on a scale that does not even being to compare with that of Japan.
It seems absurd that such an enormous market would emerge for pornographic comics in a country where “hair nudes” are everywhere and people are somewhat bored even of adult videos. As I pointed out earlier, anime-style drawing has been hugely influential in this genre as well. In terms of their correspondence to everyday reality, there is no less realistic style of drawing. Despite this, however, these kinds of representation have been widely preferred as a medium for pornography. This would be entirely unimaginable in Europe or the United States, and the contrast points to a significant cultural difference.
Of course, there is a historical background to this as well. According to Timon Screech of the University of London’s School of Oriental and African Studies, the so-called shunga that were produced in such huge quantities in the Edo period were used by the masses as masturbation aids.
If that is in fact the case, we should also be able to find the roots of manga and anime in the Edo period, in a culture in which sexual desire was both stimulated and satisfied by drawn images. The issue here, needless to say, has something to do with anything like the symbolic expression of eros. The problem that we have arrived at instead is that of the immediacy of the drawn image.
As I have already pointed out, there are many fans of anime and manga in the West. But they are virtually unanimous in their hatred for so-called tentacle porn. They believe that sexuality does not belong in animation. What do Japanese otaku think about this? If they were shown this sort of pornographic work they would either give a wry smile or launch into a lengthy discussion of the history of adult anime using works like Cream Lemon (Kuriimu remon) and Legend of the Overfiend (Urotsukidoji) as examples. I cannot help but see in this difference another huge contrast between Japanese and Western otaku.
Leaving aside the question of whether it is possible to read in this the traces of taboos and repression, for now let us reiterate the minimal facts of which we can be certain. In the Western space of popular culture, it is exceedingly rare to find drawn iconic images of cute little girls and erotic nudes. In that space there is an unconscious censorship of drawn images, and their reality is kept within certain limits. The type of caricatures so conspicuous in Disney’s animations can even be considered as a technique of exaggeration for the purpose of repression. Constant and meticulous efforts are made in this space to prevent drawn images from attaining their own autonomous reality. In other words, drawn images are always kept in the position of being substitutes for objects that exist in reality.
In Japanese space, on the other hand, it is permissible for all sorts of sites to have their own autonomous reality (riariti). In other words, real (riaru ) fictions do not necessarily require the security of reality (genjitsu). There is absolutely no need in this space for fiction to imitate reality. Fiction is able to clear a space around itself for its own reality (riariti ku kan). The appeal of drawn images of little girls, for example, is a crucial element in the production of this reality (riariti). Here, fiction must establish a logic of sexuality all its own. This is because, in Japanese space, sexuality is the most important factor upholding reality (riariti). Of course, this is not true only of anime. Why else, for example, did the artistic traditions of the past put so much emphasis on the depiction of women? Why do rakugo raconteurs spend so much time extolling the pleasures of womanizing? And why do manga instruction courses always begin with how to draw a boy-girl couple? All of these things, which are particular to Japan, suggest that in this space it is sexuality that upholds the reality of fiction (kyoko no riariti).
So let us accept the autonomy of fiction and put forward the thesis that this autonomy is a necessary precondition for the beautiful fighting girl to emerge. If this is the case, we cannot in any sense see in them the reflection of “everyday reality.” It would not be permissible, for example, to infer from the popularity of beautiful fighting girls that girls are being empowered in the real world. It is the stubborn habit of seeing fiction as an imitation of reality, which is hard even for the Japanese to resist, that is at the root of this misunderstanding. The misunderstanding may be logically consistent, but that same logical consistency is also precisely what renders it invalid.
Getting back to our discussion of the image in Japanese space, I repeat that representations in this space do not undergo symbolic castration. There are some gestures toward imaginary castration with regard to sexual codes, but these are barely functional, and in the end they actually come closer to initiating a drive toward the disavowal of castration. The disavowal of castration is of course the initial condition for sexual perversion, which is why this space exhibits such an affinity for perverted objects. All sorts of images come to occupy various positions within this ecosystem of autonomous reality, and the space begins to overflow with meanings rendered through sexual and other codes. In this place, so highly charged with meaning because of this sheer verbosity of codes, context is privileged over any single disarticulated code. Meaning is transmitted instantaneously here, but its provenance can never be traced back to a single code.
This sort of high-context representational space can sometimes lose some of its reality effect if it is circulated too widely and understood too easily. How might it resist this attenuation of reality? One way is, of course, through sexuality. As I have argued several times already, sex is a necessary component for a narrative to seem real. The various struggles and manipulations surrounding sexuality (i.e., “romance”) are what introduce a core of reality into a narrative.
The widespread transgression of sexual limits in Japanese representational culture can also be interpreted in light of the high-context nature of Japanese space. High-context expressive space is, by nature, incapable of making full use of the effects of structural and formal reality. Instead it is the intensities that emerge at moments of shifting and switching from one context to another that are used to create reality effects. In the highest context spaces of anime and manga, most important are those gestures capable of transcending the context of heterosexual desire. The various characteristics of the beautiful fighting girls, which include hermaphorditism, transformation (i.e., accelerated maturation), and the strange mixture of proactivity (i.e., fighting ability) and passivity (i.e., cuteness), all help facilitate the emergence of this transcendental reality. That all manner of perversions should be evoked in their presence is only natural.
[To be continued... The Phallic Girl as a Form of Hysteria]
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2024.05.19 23:18 babaincoming2024 Changes to your genitals during pregnancy

I'm sorry if this question is a bit weird but I haven't read about this online or in the pregnancy book I was given in the hospital; does your genitals, specifically your pubis region grow and stretch when pregnant? I've seen a definite increase in pubic hair growth (I used to get laser treatment done as I'm fairly skinned with very dark hair and as a swimmer it was the best option for my own comfort) and sometimes if feels like pubis is being pulled but I don't know if it's normal growth, if I'm imaging it or if the hairs are getting knotted /ingrown and creating the sensation of pulling. Sorry if its not an appropriate question- I'll delete if needs be.
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2024.05.19 22:09 Dead4Mann [Re-Intro] Max Macallister - All the Chickens I've met like Bach

General Info:

Favorite Things:

Appearance:

Faceclaim Height Weight Body Type Eyes
FC 6’ 1” 174 lbs Lean and muscled, Max developed himself through hunting and routine training at camp along with a few dozen near death experiences. Stormy grey, look almost pitch black under darker light.

Powers (Modmailed):

Domain Powers
Power Description
Greater Lordship: Birds, Wind and Storm Spirits Ever since he was young, Max lived in the woods with his Aunt and had no friends whatsoever. He was nearly completely isolated. That being said, his nature as a son of the king of the sky has given him the ability to speak to and control birds and wind or storm spirits. He's still trying to work on his authority with this power though wind spirits and birds do what he wants most of the time.
Wind/Air Manipulation Having used this ability to accidentally destroy a cabin at camp and maybe cripple a boy, Max doesn't underestimate this ability and has been trying to practice controlling it.
Travel of the Elder Gods Having the ability to travel distances with a lightning strike, Max is in the process of training with this power in hopes of using it to visit his aunt one day. His control has improved in spades since he first discovered it, however.
Minor Powers
Power Description
Electrical Resistance Despite Max never needing it so far in his life, he is resistant to electricity to a certain degree.
Electricity Manipulation The ability to call down two lightning bolts per day, Max has gotten more used to this ability since its discovery.
Double Jump Max has always felt more mobile when using his air manipulation though he never knew it was a separate ability.
Major Power
Power Description
Bird's Eye View Shortly after Max was forced to leave for camp, he discovered his ability to see through the eyes of birds. He can do this with any bird and has gained a few different birds he can do this with during his past year at camp. While he is using this ability, he is immobilized. Being a vital part of his arsenal, Max is much better at using it in battle though his mastery still has room to improve.

Equipment:

Item Description
Featherweight A bow made for Max by Barry Callahan. The bow is a simple thing, carved of birch wood. The white and grey bark looks like a rolling storm as it cascades down the wood. The bowstring is reinforced by two celestial bronze gears, made to help the archer pull the bow back and sustain that draw for longer. There are bronze carvings on the gears, the eagles being a nice touch on the metal for a simple design. A sight unfolds from the middle of the bow, folding down into place. The crosshairs in the sight are lightning bolts, meeting at a point, but the circumference of the sight is decorated like a weathervane.
Fraterculus A celestial bronze xiphos that used to belong to Matt, before he gave it to Max for his first quest.
Tactical Spear A celestial bronze tactical spear that originally belonged to his mom as a present from Zeus. It can change form into a pocket watch.
Custom Arrows His collection of ammunition for his bow, including celestial bronze tipped arrows, some broadheads he found in the camp armory, and some trick arrows, including flash-bang arrows and net arrows.
Bead Necklace 2037 As a symbol of his past year at camp, Max was given a bead thanks to it being the end of the year. Beads so far:
Banging Beats Player A stylized iPod Nano that when used to play music, lets out a high pitch screech that stuns those in hearing range. (1 combat turn stun at 5 meters, Loss of hearing at 10 meters, and Buzzing noise at 20 meters)
Amazon Catalogue The Amazon Catalogue is a small digital tablet that can access the Amazon family of products (Prime, Kindle, etc.) and the store with free shipping, without triggering a monster's scent, and without need for a constant internet connection. The tablet still requires charge (Type-C). It is as sturdy as a standard Amazon Kindle. An occasional connection to an Internet or Ethernet source is required to ensure system interfacing (at least once a week). Although subscription fees are waived through the host account on this device, the user is still required for any additional costs.
Companion Egg A large, glowing silvery egg. It is said to be able to hatch into a new companion for Max. It is unclear what kind of companion the egg will produce, but Max has been taking care to keep it safe and warm.

Friends:

Name Relationship
Simon A gyrfalcon that saved Max from the monster that destroyed his home. Simon was uncannily intelligent when it comes to bird standards. After finding a piece of a map that pointed to the Camp, Simon helped him make it there without dying. The three month journey strengthened their bond tenfold.
Mathew Knight A son of Hades, Matt is Max's cousin and adopted (not legally) brother who he treasures greatly. Despite the son of Hades' ability to protect himself, Max would still do his best to protect him in any given situation. Basically, hurt him and prepare for immediate avian bombardment.
Austin Reynolds As a son of Eros, for Max, Austin was easy to love. Too easy in fact, to the point where Max started loosing himself which led to them breaking up. Now Max's ex-boyfriend, Austin remains a friend if not as close as before.
Lupa Hines Being one of the few people to know about Max's fear of waters, Lupa quickly became someone who Max trusted. Her help as Mediator made facing his fear a little more approachable and a lot less panic attack inducing.
Tori A bluejay Max made friends with over the past year, Tori is the 'kind but stern' to Simon's sarcasm and joking.

Family:

Member Name Age Relationship
Father Zeus Immortal After the battle against the residents of the labyrinth and the forces of Nemesis, Max had a chance to speak to Zeus, though he spoke through a holographic eagle. Max's opinion of his father is positive though not affectionate enough to be called a familial bond.
Mother Mary Macallister 36 While speaking with Max, his father, Zeus, showed him an image of his mother and explained that she wasn't the kind of woman to abandon her child when he'd left.
Aunt Lillian Macallister Missing Since she took him in at the age of 3, Max's aunt became like a mother to him and taught him to hunt. She also gifted him his crossbow and the celestial bronze bolts that Zeus had supposedly given his mother before she passed it on to his aunt. He recently discovered that she's still alive.
Half-Sibling Tristan Macmillan 21 Max's opinion of his veteran half-brother is much higher than most would assume. Despite his half-brother's being more withdrawn by nature, Max still looks up to him as an example of what a child of Zeus should be.

Personality:

Max isn't the most social kid on the block by any means but he has definitely begun to be more outgoing, or at least he's tried to be. He tries to approach people but isn't very well verse in the art of conversation and might come off insensitive or clueless from time to time.
Despite all of this, there remains one permanent aspect to Max's personality which was marked upon him while growing up. During his childhood, Max read stories about what families should be like and the discovery of his mother abandoning him paired with his Aunt's disappearance have made him near overprotective of those he calls family.

History:

The past two years at camp had been what Max would call the best time of his life, case in point, making friends that weren't of the avian persuasion, having a boyfriend for a time, pseudo-adopting a child of the God of Death as his little brother (He's just the cutest little guy), almost dying multiple times, going on two quests, and generally learning how to be a functional human being (He was still working on that last one).
Still, the time at camp had changed him, mostly for the better but he knew he couldn't stay at camp forever. That being said, the place was home. His family was here and he'd be damned if he let himself lose sight of that. He'd left camp shortly after his second quest. It had given him things to think about and work through but now he was back.
Plus, traveling around for a few months just hunting monsters by rumor or through the avian grapevine had been fun. It gave him a look at what the future could hold for him, at least for a little while after camp.
Present Day:
Sitting atop Cabin 1, Max watched the sun pull itself over the horizon with a stupid grin on his face. He wasn't sure why he was in a good mood today but he never did when these moods came over him. He just liked to enjoy them as they came and went. With a huff, he slid off the side of the cabin roof and cushioned the fall with a thought.
Stretching, the black-haired young man looked up. Maybe his dad was watching... or maybe not. It didn't really matter. Max knew he cared and wether or not he watched at any given moment didn't matter. Hmm... Would practicing his lightning-jumps be a bad idea this early in the morning? Yes, almost definitely. Would Max be doing it anyways? Yup! He needed to get his rebellious teenage years out since he'd skipped that whole phase and he'd started doing so little by little. Who knew? Maybe Max would end up a responsible and serious young man if he did it enough (Doubtful but peripherally possible, if not highly unlikely).
So he grinned and with a thunderclap and a blinding lightning bolt, he went from standing next to the Zeus Cabin, to standing at the edge of the Strawberry Fields. What a wonderful day.
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  4. Elegant Car Rearview Mirror Bling Hanging Decoration - A dazzling and stylish set of crystal-heart and diamond-studded car mirror accessories for women that add a touch of sparkle and elegance to any ride, perfect for spreading love and peace on the road.
  5. Edilado Soot Sprites Car Rearview Mirror Accessories: Fun Decor for Adults and Kids - Brighten your car's interior with 20 adorable Soot Sprites car interior decors, perfect for adults and children alike!
  6. Bling Car Cross Mirror Rearview Decoration - Illuminate your ride with PAGOW's sparkling Bling Car Accessories, featuring stylish double-sided cross mirrors that reflect glamour on special occasions.
  7. Car Mirror Decoration with Chakra Ornament - Enhance your daily routine and spiritual journey with the Mini Dream Catcher Car Rearview Mirror Accessories, featuring a handcrafted Chakra Tree of Life design and offering a touch of zen to your vehicle and living space.
  8. Unique Handmade Himalayan Salt Car Mirror Decoration - Bring a touch of nature to your car with Persofine's handmade Himalayan salt rearview mirror pendant, adding color and a unique touch to your car space.
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Reviews

🔗Yidexin Bling White Heart and Pink Fuzzy Car Accessories


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I recently had the pleasure of using Yidexin's bling car accessories for my daily commute, and I must say, they truly brightened up my car's interior. The chic white heart-shaped mirrors with sparkling rhinestones and crystal drops captured my attention right away. Hanging them from my rear view mirror was a breeze, and the included cord and string made the process even simpler.
What stood out the most was the attention to detail in these bling car accessories. The design was modern and eye-catching, adding a touch of elegance and glamour to my car's interior. However, I did notice that they might be a bit too attention-grabbing for some, as they can be a bit of a distraction while driving. Nevertheless, they definitely made me feel like a VIP every time I hopped into my car.
Overall, I am definitely a fan of Yidexin's bling car accessories. They add a touch of luxury and personality to any car, while also being easy to install and maintain. The only con that I noticed is that they can be a bit flashy for some people's taste, but that just comes down to personal preference.

🔗Car Interior Decoration: Rhinestone Rearview Mirror


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I recently tried a Guoord Car Accessories rearview mirror, and let me tell you, it's the perfect addition to any female driver's car interior. The rhinestone design adds a touch of bling, making my car look stylish and unique.
One of the best things about this rearview mirror is its universal fit. It's a breeze to install and can easily be adjusted to fit most car types. The rhinestones are made of top-notch crystal silver and are meticulously hand-inlaid, ensuring lasting beauty and durability.
However, I noticed that it only works with original mirrors that are no longer than 10 inches. Although it isn't a deal-breaker, it's worth mentioning because it might not be compatible with all vehicles.
Overall, the Guoord car accessories for women are a fantastic way to add a dash of style to your car's interior. With its cute design and practical features, this rhinestone rearview mirror is a great choice for women who want to turn heads on the road.

🔗Disco Ball Sets: Bright Reflective Car Mirror Decor


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Imagine driving down the highway late at night, with your car bedecked in shiny disco balls, illuminating the dark. That's the kind of experience these mini disco ball ornaments delivered. The set comes in diverse sizes, from 1'' to 2.4'', allowing you to add a touch of sparkle and whimsy to any space.
Hanging these disco balls was effortless due to their attached lanyards. They can be hung on ceilings, walls, or with a slight twist, even on the tree during Christmas. I appreciate the versatility they bring to my home decor.
However, I found that the strings for the larger balls were a bit too long and hard to conceal. It's also important to note that these products are not customizable and they don't come with any scent. But overall, the joy and fun these mini disco balls bring more than make up for these minor drawbacks.

🔗Elegant Car Rearview Mirror Bling Hanging Decoration


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I recently came across this delightful Yidexin Bling Car Mirror Accessories and it instantly caught my attention with its unique and fun design. The product was a great addition to my car, adding a touch of elegance and personality. The pink plush ball and crystal heart bling caught everyone's eye, and the hanging mount made it easy for me to install it on my rearview mirror.
However, while I loved the overall design, I did notice that the product was not customizable, which would have been a nice addition. Nevertheless, the combination of the plush balls, bling, and rhinestones made it a truly eye-catching and stylish accessory. Overall, I'd highly recommend this bling car mirror accessory for anyone looking to add a touch of personalization and flair to their vehicle.

🔗Edilado Soot Sprites Car Rearview Mirror Accessories: Fun Decor for Adults and Kids


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As a reviewer, I was excited to try out these cute soot sprite car rearview mirror accessories. The package came with 20 adorable tiny figures, each one bringing a unique touch of fun to my car interior. The high-quality resin material made them feel safe and sturdy, while their small size made them perfect for decorating various surfaces in my car.
While these adorable car decorations definitely boosted the overall fun factor in my car, I found that they weren't as versatile as the product description suggested. Despite the promise of using them as home decor, garden ornaments, and even table ornaments, I found that most of these decorations were better suited for cars.
Nevertheless, I think these would make a great gift for car and interior enthusiasts who appreciate whimsical and playful touches in their daily lives. Just remember that while they can transform your car into a magical wonderland, their versatility may be somewhat limited.

🔗Bling Car Cross Mirror Rearview Decoration


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I recently tried the PAGOW Bling Car Accessories for my car, and I was really impressed with how it elevated the overall look of my vehicle. The rhinestone-inlaid cross on this hanging charm is polished beautifully and glimmers in the sun, adding an air of sophistication to my car.
One thing I noticed is that it comes in a perfect size, not so big that it blocks the view while driving but not so small that it gets lost among other interior features. It's perfect for enhancing the atmosphere inside the car.
This car decoration is incredibly versatile, it's suitable for both men and women, and can be gifted during special occasions like Valentine's Day or Christmas. Not only can it be used as a car accessory but also as a hanging charm for your bedroom or office window. It really adds a touch of elegance to any space.

🔗Car Mirror Decoration with Chakra Ornament


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I've had the chance to use the Kindoodos Mini Dream Catcher Car Rearview Mirror Accessories Suncatcher in my daily life, and it has been quite an experience. This little mirror accessory adds a unique touch of spirituality and positivity to my car. With the shiny red, orange, and green chakra beads, it emanates a bright and vibrant energy whenever sunlight passes through.
What I appreciated the most about this product is its mini size. It's small, lightweight, and unintrusive, yet it brings a lovely burst of color to my car's interior. It's not only a functional accessory but also a statement piece that brings a sense of peace and tranquility to my everyday commute.
However, I must mention that the mini size comes with a minor inconvenience as well - it can be a bit challenging to see the car's rearview mirrors clearly through it. This isn't a deal-breaker, but it is something to consider when using the Kindoodos Mini Dream Catcher Car Rearview Mirror Accessories Suncatcher.
Overall, I would say that this product adds a touch of spirituality and positivity to my daily life. Its mini size makes it easy to use, and its vibrant colors bring a sense of peace to my car. Despite the minor inconvenience of the small size obstructing my rearview mirror, I would still recommend it to anyone looking for an affordable and unique car accessory.

🔗Unique Handmade Himalayan Salt Car Mirror Decoration


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I recently tried the Persofine Handmade Himalayan Salt Car Rearview Mirror Pendant, and it's a unique and refreshing addition to my car. The handmade natural pendant is simple yet eye-catching, giving my car a personalized touch. Since it's made from natural Himalayan salt, each pendant has a unique shape and color.
One feature I appreciated is the adjustable rope that can be wound a few more turns for a more comfortable fit on my rearview mirror. However, I found that the pendant itself is quite heavy, which sometimes makes it difficult to keep balanced on the mirror. But overall, the Persofine Car Rearview Mirror Pendant adds a touch of personality to my daily commute.

Buyer's Guide

Car mirror decor is a great way to personalize your vehicle and showcase your unique style. These decorative items not only enhance the appearance of your car but also provide additional functionality. Before making a purchase, it's essential to consider various factors to ensure you choose the best car mirror decor for your needs.

Material and Design


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Car mirror decor can be made from various materials such as acrylic, glass, or even metal. Each material has its own pros and cons, so it's essential to choose one that suits your preference and budget.

Compatibility with Car Mirror

Choosing car mirror decor that fits your car's mirror is crucial. Measure the dimensions of your existing mirror, and look for decorative items that match those dimensions. This will ensure a perfect fit and provide a seamless appearance.

Functionality

While the primary purpose of car mirror decor is aesthetic, it's still essential to consider functional aspects. Look for mirrors with distortion-free images and clear visibility, especially if they will be used for driving purposes.

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Style and Themes

Car mirror decor comes in various styles and themes, from simple and elegant to bold and colorful. Consider the overall appearance of your car and choose decor that complements the existing style or enhances it.

Durability and Maintenance

Car mirror decor should be able to withstand everyday wear and tear. Look for items made from shatter-resistant materials and those that are easy to clean and maintain.

Price and Budget


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Car mirror decor can range in price depending on the material, style, and brand. Set a budget for yourself and look for items that offer the best value for your money.

Online Reviews and Customer Feedback

Before making a purchase, it's essential to read online reviews and customer feedback. This will help you get an idea of the product's quality, durability, and performance.
Car mirror decor can be a fun and stylish addition to your vehicle. By considering factors such as material, functionality, compatibility, style, and budget, you can make an informed decision and select the best car mirror decor for your needs.

FAQ


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Why should I use car mirror decor?

Car mirror decor can add a touch of personal style and uniqueness to your vehicle. It can also serve as a functional item for better visibility when reversing or parking.

What are the benefits of using car mirror decor?

  • Adds a decorative element to your car's interior.
  • Improves the overall aesthetic of your car.
  • Provides an additional reflective surface for better visibility.
  • Can be used for personalization, making it easier for others to identify your car.

What types of car mirror decor are available?

There are several types of car mirror decor available, including:
  • Rearview mirror decorations
  • Dashboard mirror decorations
  • Sun visor mirror decorations
  • Side mirror decorations

What materials are used to make car mirror decor?

Car mirror decor is typically made from materials such as glass, plastic, and metal. Some decorative mirror covers are made from materials like acrylic or Plexiglas, which can provide a durable and long-lasting option.

How do I install car mirror decor?

The installation process for car mirror decor varies depending on the type of decor and the location being installed. Some products come with installation kits, while others may require using adhesive or suction cups. Read the product instructions carefully before installing.

Are car mirror decor items generally safe to use?

When properly installed, car mirror decor items can be safe to use. However, if not secured properly, they may become loose or detach, which could become a distraction or a safety hazard while driving.

How can I choose the right car mirror decor for my vehicle?

Consider factors such as the style of your car, your personal preferences, and the type of mirror you wish to decorate. Measure the dimensions of your mirrors before purchasing to ensure a proper fit, and review customer feedback for any recommendations or concerns.
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2024.05.19 08:15 Rose_Blossom777 I am looking for two old (2007-2010) Breyer Horse Videos on Youtube. One that fell under the "Breyer Horse Randomness" trend and the other the blooper video

Okay, I know this is a super weird thing to want to find, but a large portion of online content I consumed as a child was Breyer Horse videos that were uploaded to YT. I was a huge horse girl (and still am), so, the toy horses caught my interest. These videos hold so much nostalgia for me, which is why I'm so devastated that I can't find what might've been the 1st two Breyer Horse Videos I ever watched on YT. Some of the humor is outdated/problematic, but the video still holds a special place in my heart due to the amount of nostalgia I have with it. I can't for the life of me remember what the titles of these videos were and I've tried literally every freaking thing I could think of to get some sort of results on YT, but to no avail. I can't recall the channel name either, but the video starts with a horse named Flika (model: https://i.ebayimg.com/images/g/7cAAAOSwaxdlMbk5/s-l400.jpg ) introducing herself and giving the viewers a tour of the stable, which was a well made stable. The teens who made the video outdid themselves with the size and details they put into it. She introduces the characters one by one. One of the characters she introduces is a young tween girl (I can't remember her name, but the doll had braided either dark brown or dark red hair and freckles) who was being dragged by a Clydesdale foal (model: https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/proxy/jwcP5IyhLMZCKjsGHaPd2JlBTvVTL_SZR-ccN7-Yc7GpkYz_EFAW8a76ThKqJaJ_4HEzkCsl2l0nxZl9WI5D9qWVTgSpVjMtO5g2mPViZV77CbujT3ts02_AZFGichixJt8ON-vx ). Flika tells the camera that the child is someone they all hate and she whispers to the foal "Drag her until she gets hurt, okay?" And then another horse chimes in (can't remember the model, but I'm pretty sure it was a buckskin/dunskin) saying "Or until she dies." Flika also introduces us to a blonde-haired doll character who somehow managed to get herself stuck in a ladder and throughout the video she's suffocating. Shortly after, the video cuts to the arena, where one of the horses (I'm pretty sure it's the same horse from before, but again, I can't recall what model it was) calling to Flika, telling her there's a turtle in the arena (the turtle was a sparkly sand-filled small sea turtle plushie with black bead eyes). And there's another blonde doll character (the queen of the stable, I suppose) who wore an up-side-down trophy on her head, speaking in a "distinguished" British accent, saying "Ah yes, get that wretched reptile out of here."
Now, it's been years since I've watched this video and I've been trying to search for it for a good while now, but there were a lot of random skits squeezed into this 6-20-minute video (I can't remember how long the video was) and I can't remember the order of the skits went in, but here's what I remember:
The video ends with a girl doll panicking and running away from the Screaming Banshee, a mare running away from the Snow Cucumber, and the white horse chasing after the Akhal-Teke stallion after finding out he was the one who stole his feed.
I can recall very little from the bloopers video. All I can remember from it is snippets of the creators ruining their lines and/or being clumsy and laughing their lungs out with a country song playing over the video. If anybody can help me find this, I would be so SO thankful because these videos were comforting to me as a child and I've been ITCHING to go on a nostalgia binge-watch of all the videos I used to watch.
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2024.05.19 03:06 Skytho1990 Who/what am I? (new to exploring my gender identity)

Hi everyone,
as a preface, I am currently looking for a therapist to help me with this but that takes a while and I wanted to get some input from people with lived experiences. As a heads-up, I will be talking about my personal struggle with my (male)body and sexuality so if you would rather avoid confronting a similar part of yourself, please feel free to skip this one :).
Also, I am thoroughly inexperienced in this area. If I am saying something that might be insensitive, please to tell, I want to be better.
So for starters I am not out to anyone (even myself). I am currently AMAB, straight, have identified as such all my life and use he/him pronouns. However, I have never felt "masculine"; neither in actions, nor my body.
After many years of slight doubts that I suppressed over and over, I want to finally figure out what I really want/am. I am exhibiting some signs of transgenderism, but I am finding it hard to entertain the thought that I really might be. I am currently just dabbling in thought experiments towards slowly loosening my self-image of "just" male some and I have no idea where this might lead.
As for my actual experience, I have always been the "soft" guy. I danced, sang in choirs, liked to go shopping, enjoyed nice clothes, was mostly friends with girls in high school, hated anything stereotypically "male" and it is and always has been hard for me to connect with other people on that "male" friendship level. I have never, however, had the urge to actively outwardly be more feminine either at least when it comes to anything related to mannerism or dress. It's more when I look at the kinds of social interactions my GFs/sistemother have had with their friends, that I find myself craving similar connections.
My biggest inner struggle is permanently my relationship with my body. In a nutshell, I hate my exterior genitals. I will avoid looking in any mirror, only wear tight underwear that prevents me from noticing things moving around. If I'm having a good day and, say, look down while wearing swimming shorts and I see the outline, my mood sours. I cannot really enjoy receiving intimate attention where that thing is the focus (receiving oral is terrible) while I adore giving pleasure. This makes equitable sexual relations ... a struggle (also I consider myself somewhere on the demi-greysexual side). I have felt like this in some way for probably 20 years (I'm 34 ... kinda late to the game of questioning my gender). I experience pretty strong arousal at the thought of being a woman. Whatever sexual imagery I see, whether in real life or in media, I cannot help but imagine myself as the female part. Just seeing male primary genitals is just about the biggest turn-off. I have tried tucking and have had moderately decent results temporarily but have not found it useful or effective for anything more than a quick feel-good around the house and to see how I would feel when I look down and don't see him (spoiler: pretty good). I would like to be better at it.
I don't know that I would call it gender dysphoria though ... I am generally not unhappy living life as a (soft) guy and while I wouldn't mind exploring some and see how I feel, I currently don't know that living my social life as a woman is what I want. If I could choose to by reborn as a woman, sure, I would say yes but with the path I am currently on, that seems very far away.
I guess I am just confused and finally want to address it and try to do justice by myself. I would be grateful for any insights, experiences, resources, kind words, smiling faces :) Y'all are fantastic and I love the positivity here! Cheers!
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2024.05.18 23:10 ibiteprostate I HATE SEX AND GENDER 😂🔫

what i hate the most are sex differences, i hate it even more than gender norms, i hate perceiving that the majority of women have certain bodies, even if i'm an exception i don't care about that, it affects me to see it in the world in general. like i genuinely want to kms just because of that it overwhelms me a lot even though it doesn't affect me directly (it does affect me in terms of reproductive parts tho) i hate the world in terms of this
what i hate about being a woman is sharing a gender identity with something that essentially represents the Opposite of who i am, in every aspect, and every time i hear "women (anything)" it makes me uncomfortable identifying as a woman, even though i know that i am not in the same bag about what the statement of that person has said. mostly when it's something about physical traits, habilities or reproduction. bc when it comes to gender norms i laugh, idk i think gender norms doesn't hurt me that much as sex bc i know they're made by people so they're silly and lamentable, u can break them easily but u can't "break" sex. i hate everything that the word woman represents, especially physically. i hate every "female trait" that exists from head to toe, so even if i don't have that image and i'm liking myself, i hate to be in the same "classification" as people who have them. i dislike being a minority because although you stand out and that's fun and attractive, i'd like there to be a greater diversity both of body and gender, i'd like most of people having more diverse bodies by sex, everything balanced, no minorities so therefore not feeling uncomfortable by the labels i identify with
gender doesn't mean that u are an specific kind of people, it's like this for most of people in general in the world, it's ridiculous and made by humans when it comes to norms, but when it comes to bodies (sex), man that shit is REAL so it makes me wanna do gore with my genitals, bc it's out of hands so i can't find many ways to actually vent that resentment and this is my problem with being a woman in a world where being a woman means everything i'm not and i have disconnection with
i try to focus on myself: looking like i want, improving my body everyday, woman with the meaning that i want, making my own little world as i would like it to be, enjoying men like i want, so it's all good there but sometimes real shit, perceiving the world and people slaps ur face and not like a man, but it slaps u HARDER than a grown woman
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2024.05.18 22:33 JulianSkies Blackriver Cases - Season 10 “Days of Fury” - Episode 2 “Visiting Omen”

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Season 10 “Days of Fury” - Episode 2 “Visiting Omen”

He had hoped for a boring day. Boring days are good at work, and Santos was already expecting to not have many of them for a while.
The first couple of days were boring, as usual- Blackriver is a small town, and the worst that had happened was Nila and Kessa making a few wellness checks after worried calls from neighbors. A couple of people in denial, a few ashamed at their own violent outbursts and a stern warning to Tamm about painting others’ properties without asking first.
This morning, however, began with an all-hands meeting. There were no meeting rooms in the office, so they made do in the general workspace room, they all stood there at the center while Keya looked them over.
“We have received a report from a neighboring city about a convoy of protestors making its way to Blackriver” she describes without tone. At this point nobody bothers interrupting.
“This convoy is comprised of approximately four hundred and seventy eight individuals of multiple species, primarily human and venlil but with operationally relevant representations of the entire spectrum of size and mobility types” her paws are behind her back, her ears focused directly ahead, her eyes centered to keep the entire team on the core of her focus “They have crossed multiple cities already, generally engaging in verbal sparring with any figure of authority, parading signs and banners denouncing all manners of authorities as well as occasionally engaging in physical altercations with officers.”
“They are also known to engage in vandalism. Though primarily aimed at exterminator and police precincts as well as public offices, they have already caused considerable collateral to others they have identified as ‘collaborators’” there’s a single heartbeat of waiting for breath before she continues “They have, however, not shown to be an incredibly organized group or one with a clear goal and objective. The convoy appears to contain only extremely emotionally charged people with no clear overarching goal.”
“We are incapable of dealing with the situation should they turn aggressive, as such we will be simply maintaining watch and relocating the populace should they become a problem.” Then, she picks up her holopad and passes it to Lunek beside her “They can only follow one path with the entire convoy, the central street, therefore I have divided it into four sectors. One of each will be assigned to a sector.”
First her ears turn to the first target “Lunek, sector one at the entrance. As the most approachable member of the precinct your task is to give an initial image of harmlessness. Do not engage first, do not take initiative against them. Ensure the members of the herd in the area are warned of their approach. If they become aggressive, retreat and focus on the escape of the herd.”
She tilts her head a little bit, turning her ears the other way “Marik, sector two. Mostly the commercial area, your task is ostensive protection to lower the chances of them initiating aggression. Whereas protection of the herd is first priority your second priority is ensuring Tenve’s Hardware Store as well as Sunbreeze Meals and Watchful Café remain capable of providing anyone whose residences become damaged.” suddenly, she turns her head entirely to face Marik “Ostensive protection means dissuasion, ensure that they know they are not under threat and as long as those specific areas are not engaged, do not provoke”
Next in her line of fire is Santos “As our human officer you will be in sector three, nearby the precinct. They are liable to become most agitated in this area and your presence may serve to calm them. You are not to engage, if deemed necessary the precinct’s materials are considered expendable, do not attempt to stop them”
“Sector four, the exit of town, will be with me to ensure that they have fully left Blackriver and will not attempt to turn back” then she tilts her ears again “Aren, you will gear up with a CCG and remain out of view range, your task will be quick emergency response should the need arise.” she then points her tail at the last three officers “Vess, your task will be to inform the herd and ensure a clear path for the convoy while Nila and Kessa will gather all of our medical supplies and set a staging area out of the convoy’s range. Organize ambulance assistance from Striped Hill and Everrain”
Then, she turns her ears around to focus each one in turn “As any attempt at aggression will end only in negative consequences, and in order to reduce the apparent levels of threat you will be unarmed. The estimated time of arrival is a third of a claw, ready yourselves and be at your post in time. Dismissed.”
“Not sure if I like or I don’t that we had the cold bastard right now” Aren says, as soon as Keya had left the room “Maybe we should move in closer when the convoy gets to sector four?”
“Probably a good idea to be nearby” Santos adds with a sigh “They might take umbrage with her demeanor, hopefully they won’t be set off too hard.”
And with silent signs of agreement all of the officers of Blackriver depart for preparations. The first ones to leave the precinct are the ones in charge of support, the two girls set off early to find someone willing to permit usage of their lawn as a possible impromptu field hospital and a little while later Aren leaves with a heavy CCG.
Slowly, the clock ticks to the appointed claw… And soon enough, Lunek can see in the distance the incoming omen of people. At first a distant line in the horizon, slowly the dark mark on the road coalesces into distinct shapes, the shapes of hundreds of vehicles slowly rolling down the road.
When the first few get close to the initial buildings of the main street, the entire convoy slows down. Their process of preparation is seemingly laborious, each vehicle houses multiple people at a time, smaller cars full to the brim, flatbeds with more people on their cargo space than can safely be contained, even buses conscripted for the effort. They carry with them signs, flags, a multitude of symbols as they dismount their vehicles and start spreading out to fill the street.
They seem to naturally form two distinct yet highly mixed groups, at its most distinctive is the pack of humans who keep a good distance from each other. But they are not alone in this group as takkan, mazic, yotul, zurulian and even drilvar form this central group. But flowing around them, not avoiding their presence but never infringing in their space is the grey mass of venlil, packed tight together, and mixed in there adding color to the monochromatic flux are krakotl, tilfish, sulean, iftali, sivkit and even a seemingly very confused duerten.
And at the very core of the moving group are their vehicles, which gently start rolling forward again as the group starts moving. Lunek simply waits, silently, by the side of the road, his ears attentively swiveling from one side to the other, expression having given way to function. Before the first of the convoy even arrives close he turns to the side, making a pointing sign with his tail. A woman who had been watching from her yard flicks her right ear and runs back inside.
He continues to wait, scanning around at all times for the presence of… Anything. The street is empty of locals when the first visitors start to alight. The convoy is loud, their symbols carry a loudness of colors and their vehicles make as much noise as they can to draw attention, but those who walk seem content in allowing their tools to speak for them, for now. Lunek tries to make sense of the banners and signs, but the messages are disparate as the group- Some speak of injustices against their people, some speak of anger at invaders, some speak of betrayal.
“Fuck off, fireman!” comes the harsh bark of a human, causing Lunek to flinch. But flinch is all he does, he simply starts walking alongside the moving convoy.
The exterminator’s attention is drawn to the details of the few people he can distinguish amongst the mass. Something tickles at his pattern-recognition but he cannot quite ascertain what for a while, until a lightly limping mazic makes her way to the edge of the mass “Want to finish the job?!” she trumpets, her form towering over his.
“I’m just observing, ma’am.” Though the tremor of his voice is noticeable, he remains stoic. But her proximity makes him notice something about her body, marks in her wrists, neck and feet. Though mazic have powerful wrists and knuckles upon which they support the front half of their weight, her left wrist seems completely incapable of it, giving her a limp particular to a three-point walk. “To make sure there’s no impediment on your path” he notices the leathery skin around her left wrist is deeply blackened.
“Oh, ‘no impediment’ is that it? So everyone that lives here is an impediment?!” her voice booms.
“Ma’am” still, he does not yield nor does he break his pace following the convoy “We have not done anything other than inform our people of your presence…” for a half second all he hears is the sound of his own heart “We can’t do anything else.”
Those words, then, sealed his fate. The first shout to echo in his direction was a yotul howling “Yeah you’re useless!” and soon the avalanche came in multiple voices and languages “Can’t do shit!” “You’re just here to hurt people!” “Useless crap!” “Idiot!” and many more.
With every step and twitch the very average exterminator puts all of his focus on just being there. He lets himself cower a little bit, against the barrage it is difficult not to, but he continues to accompany. A few curious coats step out from their houses to watch, but the front of the convoy seems far too focused on the sole exterminator in view to bother anyone else.
A few steps ahead, an older venlil with a cane has moved the closest to the convoy as any watcher has up to now. Seeing her proximity to the increasingly rowdy crowd causes Lunek to speed up, quickly approaching her “Leva-”
But his words are stalled when she puts a paw on his shoulder, she gently puts her head against his for just a second “You’re doing good pup, keep at it” she mutters to him before breaking contact and turning around to walk back inside. He can spy her grandchildren looking on through the door. Lunek looks back at the still-shouting moving convoy, takes a deep breath, and continues to accompany them forward. A small pawful of them, however, seem to have fallen silent.
Once having reached the limit of his assigned zone, however, Lunek stops. He watches the convoy move forward, past the houses, now noisier than before. The initial hollering at him had turned into disjointed screams at some indistinct foe- Though the herd had been noticed of a foe, it was yet unaware of who, or what, said foe was. So for now it howled at the ineptitude of… Someone. And as the last of the convoy passes beyond the imaginary line of his duty, Lunek lets out a deep sigh and allows himself to sit down on the ground.
He stays there for a moment, without thought, simply letting the tension, confusion and fear permeate his body until a gentle paw touches his arm. He doesn’t need to look to identify it, he lets his lover use her strength to prop him up, raising him to his feet “Keina you shouldn’t-”
“Neighbor’s looking over Tiss” his wife wraps her arms and tail around him “I’m not leaving you alone.” she stays like that for a second, before breaking off “Do you need to go after them?”
“No”
Marik stalks through the sidewalk, moving with energy. His speed outpaces the movement of the convoy, his paws twitch to grasp at something that isn’t there and a deep and intense motion makes his short fur stand on end. He had let the convoy’s head move in front of him, simply standing still as he assessed as many as he could in the mass, and now he had begun to move towards the front again.
As he stalked forward he focused his sight on every member of the convoy that seemed of interest. A human whose clothes seemed suspiciously loose, a venlil whose movements were far too stiff, a gojid who kept his claws behind his back. He stared at each like they were his quarry, analyzing every piece of movement they made for threats, and yet aside from the challenge in the human’s gaze he saw no danger arise.
Tenve had closed his shop, so as the convoy moved forward Marik simply continued to follow along, scanning the crowd for threats. But the next point of interest arrives, and he rushes ahead placing himself in front of the only restaurant of the town. Sunbreeze Meals wasn’t a very common sort of restaurant, Blackriver did not have enough visitors for a normal restaurant to be profitable and was small enough most people had their meals at home, it most often served takeout for those farmers who’d spend so long in the field they would return home without the energy to feed themselves.
Sparing a look inside at the only five tables, Marik couldn’t keep a small thought away from his mind. How most who got their meals from Sunbreeze these days did so because they enjoyed the cooking rather than their need of work, ever since the sunspeck population has been brought under control and the maintenance of the fields had become much smaller. He feels the presence long before he can recognize what led him to feel it and turns to stare at a group of six that approach the entrance: Two humans, a tilfish, two gojids and a takkan had broken off from the convoy and approached the restaurant.
He traces his color band over each in turn, and they all bristle at his stare. One of the humans hesitates before continuing to walk inside, and Marik simply remains by the door with his arms crossed, left ear twisted as far back as he could to listen to the inside.
“What have you got here?”
“W-we mostly ha-have ready ma-made meals to go or- or- Or you can look over the menu”
“There’s no need to stutter, y’know”
“So-sorry-”
“Really, after everything y’all are still with this predator crap?”
The chimes on the door echo for the second time in sequence as Marik makes his way inside. The tilfish had started to lean over the counter while the other five had arrayed themselves behind her. They all turn their attention to him as he enters, including the venlil manning the counter. Marik keeps his gaze directly on the tilfish for a few uncomfortable seconds, before looking at the man behind the counter and making a simple sign with his tail, a short vertical bob with the tip and a slow horizontal swipe. It’s meaning simple: >Safe<.
After a few seconds someone else appears from the kitchen. The tall venlil carries a large stack of plastic boxes in his arms, all of them seemingly designed to attach to themselves so as to be carried with ease. He puts them down with a resounding crash on the counter, and opens up his voice with ice “Farmer’s Pots, good meal when you’re working and can’t go home.” With each word the owner of the restaurant and main cook comes closer and closer to the tilfish, until the last “Ten credits each.”
Nobody moves for a couple of seconds, and then one of the humans steps closer and brings a holopad over to the credit reader. There’s a noise indicating payment, and then the owner raises his head and tilts it to focus his favored eye and both of his ears at the man who paid “Now,” he shifts register in his voice and the language he speaks in “fuck off” he finishes.
With no small amount of surprise the group of six retrieve the stack of packaged meals, carefully walking out and back into the convoy. Marik stays behind for a moment “Didn’t know you spoke human”
“Pup’s enamored with their languages. Of course, first greek words he learns is swearing.”
Outside, Marik stalks further ahead to the next point of interest. He moves faster than the convoy, and has time to move in front of it. For a few meters the street is still clear as he arrives to find a group of people standing in front of the Watchful. Standing there were all of its employees, and even all of its regulars, twenty people total standing there as if they were having the most normal day. If not for their raised ears tracking every noise coming from down the street and their swaying tails swinging about like angry beasts.
One of them simply points his tail at the other side of the street as Marik comes closer, and the hunter doesn’t need a second command to understand the meaning. They have this, he has a less practical but just as important duty. He crosses the street quickly before the convoy starts coming closer, and heads towards the park.
As the regulars of the Watchful had feared, it took little time until a large group had broken off from the convoy. With the town on alert about the convoy they had found themselves bereft of prey and now this group had set out to find some, anyone who might be willing, or not, to listen to their grievances. And what is clearly a place designed for people to congregate looked most appetizing.
Marik shadowed the group as they moved through the park, but they were accompanied by nothing but silence. It wasn’t until they ran into the centerpiece of the park that he took initiative, stepping ahead of the group and simply… Standing there a distance away from the tree of many scions, between it and the group.
“What’s so important over there, fireman?” it was a venlil who asked, but his usage of an english word was not lost on Marik.
“A place you will respect” the exterminator has his arms crossed, the one good portion of his gaze set on the man who asked “This is a grave.”
Though the group that now prowled was large, those who heard were taken aback. One such, however, approaches closer. He was a venlil whose fur shifted between a soft, brownish color and a dirty white “A tradition of the tenets right? One of those family trees?” The man would have been distinctive in any other group due to his missing patches of fur around neck, wrists, even portions around his head. But such signs of long term damage were common in the convoy.
Interest. They had shown true interest, or at least one of them had. “No, but similar… The forgotten tree is a grave for the forgotten.” He felt like these people, at least the ones before him, could probably understand the meaning of this place “It is of no tradition. Someone, a long time ago, wanted to honor someone who was gone but whose name was not meant to be remembered. Someone who had disappeared in the system… So they borrowed on another’s tradition, and added a scion to this tree, with something in their memory. Others have done so similarly, until it became… A grave for the forgotten”
“Didn’t think you’d be worried about this kind of place” it’s a human that speaks up this time
“Our duty is to protect this town, what you think-” but Marik’s words are interrupted by that same venlil who had asked before. His demeanor suddenly shifts, his ears perk up and his entire body shifts forward for a moment. He hesitates, for a second everyone’s focus is on him, and then he runs towards the tree.
Marik follows behind, stopping just by the man’s side as he finds himself at the base of the tree. The man makes a direct line to somewhere, something he had found from the distance, as if it had called him. He finds a thick and heavy branch that had been bent down by the weight of its scions and memories, near its base and speaking of a memory left behind long ago is a braid of fur made of three colors, a dirty white, a soft brown and a dark grey, bound by the braids are two beads.
The man raises up a paw, but does not touch it. As if cradling it, he recites the words engraved in one of the beads “I will cross every star to return home” others have come closer to listen to the man’s hoarse voice “There will always be a home for you” he reads of the second one. The names on the beads have been scratched out. The man falls on his knees “S-she kept her promise and… I couldn’t keep mine…”
Marik steps back as he watches two others come closer to comfort the man. He looks as a few others approach with more caution, looking up at the tree with a bit more reverence than they had before. Then, he turns around and starts heading back towards the main street.
Gazing out as the convoy gains a new flux, some leave it as it passes to move towards the park while others leave the park to rejoin the convoy, Marik simply stays there at the side of the street looking as stern as he could. Though the noise of the convoy remains great, here in this portion it seems to die down a little. A thought crosses his mind as he turns an ear as far back as he can, a thought he can’t help but voice “I wonder how many are looking at their own graves…”
As the convoy progresses, Santos simply stands by the front of the precinct, hands in his pockets. He watches the convoy arrive, heart beating fast, constrained hands the only reason he hasn't started shaking quite yet. He starts tapping his right foot as he watches the first few people cross by without noticing what this place is yet, everyone knows where the precinct is, so aside from the words printed on the sign by the entrance there is no other marker of what this building’s purpose might be.
Of course, it is impossible for nobody to notice. The entire convoy seems to stop as soon as a zurulian riding on the shoulders of a human points a claw at the building and says something. A large group breaks away at the command, all of them holding disparate signs and messages. They turn on the building with enough roars that whatever they are attempting to transmit is lost on him.
Santos is thankful his hearing isn’t nearly as good as his coworkers’, as the cacophony is already overwhelming him. He changes stances slightly, taking his hands out of his pockets and crossing his arms. This prompts a small group to turn their looks at him, the focus easily identifiable with the humans in their midst, focus which made the hair in the back of Santos’ neck stand on end. Living in this place had refined his sense of danger, but he didn’t need that to realize what could happen.
It was a group of five that approached, four humans and a venlil. “Didn’t think they’d be letting humans live out here in the boonies” said one of his kin.
Santos just shrugs “Got hired to work here. Honestly, rural folk get a needlessly bad reputation, most of the time they just don’t care as long as you’re not bothering them”
“Really? In my-”
Santos interrupts the man “Cut it out” there are many ways in which humans make themselves obvious, many of which are their eyes. Santos did understand the fear of them and why it was primal, it was not the fear of the eyes but the fear of attention, it was knowing you were under the scrutiny and judgment of another that set off that emotion. It was rarely the eyes that showed this attention for most species, but for humans it was, and the man’s clear gaze on his badge made the entire situation clear to him “Stop beating around the bush and say it already.”
Someone else is who speaks. The tall woman starts not with words, however, but by spitting on Santos’ uniform “You fucking traitor” her voice is both fierce and cold at the same time. A very emotional coldness.
“There we go” he sighs “Just… Move on. We’re not getting anything out of this conversation”
“Why?” It was the venlil in the group that started this time “These people hate you, they hate you for what you are! Why do you work for them?!”
Santos rubs his eyes and sighs “Because someone has to. Change only happens when you make it happen, simple as that”
“Change?!” another one of the humans howls “Do you think those people can change?! You know the truth, those fuckers have never done anything good!”
“You know, if you had read your history books…” Santos stares at the one who had just had their outburst “You’d remember that we once thought the very same about the police” there’s the sound of glass breaking, but he doesn’t reaction “And a lot of us still do”
The human staring him down shifts their gaze slightly at the broken window of the precinct, then back at Santos “A broken window is easy to fix” he shrugs “As I was saying. Same shit.” he crosses his arms again “There’s a role those people play, a role that needs to be played because it’s important. Different name, different problems, still the same shit. Gotta fix this, I’m doing my part” he then stares at the venlil in the group “You do yours. Simple as that.”
“Role?!” the venlil of the group steps closer “What role could they possibly have?! They only exist to hurt people!”
Santos steps back, and raises his eyes a little bit. Of course, the classics had shown themselves in this instance. With as many humans as there are in the crowd there were now quite a few objects in the air, most clearly aimed at the precinct behind him. Though given the failed arc of some of them it was clearly not just the humans indulging in such a tried and true method.
“I used to be a wildlife preserve ranger” Santos then focuses his gaze on the aggravated venlil “This is a frontier town, if you walk in the brushes with shorts you’ll walk out with your ankles numb. The athai out there are rather harmless, but they keep the sunspecks under control.” He takes another step back “Since coming here I’ve been pest control, had to catch an exotic animal set loose, investigated a murder, helped stop a child from taking her own life, stopped large scale fights, helped a dozen people avoid being arrested for self defense and helped break a fucking siege
Santos cracks his knuckles “There’s roles. Jobs that need done and there is one fucking organization doing it all. That is a problem.” Then, he sighs and takes a few more steps to the side, offering indifference from this point on “There’s nothing I can say that would make you calm down.” he says one final time “Just make sure not to injure yourselves in the process, alright?” His words seemed to be enough to make the small group cease trying to interact, as the convoy had begun moving again. Though the one human who had called him a traitor gets one final parting shot at the precinct “Where the hell did you get an egg in this planet…” Santos says with a raised eyebrow as the projectile impacts the front door.
Keya stands by a large sign, the same one that welcomes you into Blackriver on one side and sees you out at the other, the official limit of the town. Her arms behind her back, her attention directly towards the front of the convoy as they march. Something gains the whole of her attention, the car in the front. Someone draws her focus, a human with a megaphone on top of the car. The man shouts words of encouragement at the people behind him with the megaphone before turning to his holopad, then he bends over downwards to discuss something with the driver.
She simply remains there, waiting for the convoy to pass. But instead of moving on out of the city, here the convoy stops completely. Keya observes as the further end of the convoy starts to slowly compact upon itself, and her ears pick up something “Alright everyone, start getting ready, next town over is more than a claw away, make sure you’ve left nothing behind” the words were not meant for her, nor for anyone too far. They come from the same man she had seen standing on top of the car, but he had now climbed down and was talking with a group of multiple species.
It is clear they have some degree of leadership, though the convoy does not stop cleanly nor does it begin to organize with alacrity they do respond to the group’s organization. So Keya keeps her focus on them as they point, wave and talk between themselves, others and devices. But at least one of them has noticed her attention, a gangly and light-skinned human with fire-red hair, the man that was atop the car. He starts walking in her direction, before turning around for one final set of commands as he walks backwards “And make sure the guys at the back got all the crap! We’re here to be heard, not to trash the city!” he says before turning back again to head towards her. A venlil with pure white fur erupts from inside the car he was riding, quickly dashing to his side as they notice where he was going.
In a few moments both have come up to her, the human looking down at her with the venlil bristles at his side “Saw anything interesting, fireman?”
“What are you doing here?”
“What? Isn’t it obvious?!” it was the venlil that roared a response “You saw all of it! You know what they’ve done to us! What they’ve done to everyone! And you still work for those brahking monsters! It’s like you’re thankful they made you a cripple!”
The human puts a hand on the venlil’s shoulder, calming her demeanor just a little bit “We’re here because honestly, we’re all too tired of being fucking ignored is what. So what the fuck are you gonna do?!”
“I have put the wrong emphasis” Keya says with her lack of tone. She can see the human shiver just a little bit “My task is to ensure the safety of this town. Your convoy is a danger. We have eight field-capable officers, we cannot ensure the safety of the residents against a group like yours. People will take actions for reasons, you have broadcast your reasons clearly. You have chosen this place for a reason which I cannot ascertain.”
She makes sure her ears are trained towards both the human and the venlil, an action which causes the venlil to cower behind her partner “We do not house government agencies. This is a farming town of little note. The local precinct is a simple precinct, we have no regulatory or command authority. The town population is approximately double that of the number of your convoy. We have no individuals of appreciable social or political reach. There is nothing in Blackriver of interest to people attempting to change government policy, nor have there been actions taken here that I can identify as being cause for retaliatory actions within the context of your message.”
“I must ensure this does not happen again and the only way of doing so is minimizing our attractivity as targets. A logical assumption of your choice of quarry would be a town with the presence of politicians, a large city with constant news coverage, cities housing important government agencies or those containing the Regional Firebases”
“So I ask again. What are you doing here?”
The two remain silent for a few seconds, before the human turns around with a mouth noise “Whatever, I don’t need to explain myself to someone that won’t listen. Come on!” he starts to stalk back towards the car, but stops once he notices his venlil companion wasn’t moving.
The snow-white venlil has their focus on Keya, who offers a simple low forward swipe of her tail, a sign to proceed. Still, the venlil seems frozen in place until the human comes back and grabs hold of their paw with a gentle touch. At which point both finally return to the convoy.
Keya remains at the side of the road, watching as the convoy readies itself again to leave. People get back inside cars, they hop on the back of trucks and load themselves into buses. She continues to watch as the convoy takes its time riding out, making their way out of the town.
Once it is finally gone, multiple footsteps sound behind her. When she turns around she meets her officers, having returned from their assigned positions “They have left. I expect your reports of what happened in each sector by the end of your shifts” she states plainly, before looking at Santos “They did not appear to have a specific reason for targeting Blackriver.” The question remains unspoken.
The human officer just shrugs “Sometimes, you don’t know what you’re doing. We’re just a little town, I doubt they even know what exactly they’re angry about.” He looks at the tail end of the convoy as it leaves “Town was probably just a place they felt safe going to.”
“D-do you think we might get more like that” Lunek says, at the back of the group.
“Who knows…” Santos sighs “But if human history applies anywhere here… This is just a sign of worse things to come”
[ [FIRST] [NEXT>]
And thus the omen passes by. Feelings, emotions of all sorts, without a plan or a reason other than just their own rage and distress.
Did any of these even know what they were doing? And how much worse can it be when they do?
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2024.05.18 08:31 Zestyclose-Baby-9526 I may have masturbated to horrible things.

CW: Mentions of masturbation, gore, descriptions of violence, and just kinda gross stuff in general.
I remember one time when I was 15 I remembered a torture scene I saw years before while I was masturbating and I decided to try and find it again. It was a scene portraying a man being prepared to be dismembered alive. Sometimes I go and try to look for scenes from movies and stuff that I haven’t seen in a while, even if they were gross or scary or disturbing. I don’t know why. I don’t think it was for sexual reasons, though because I was already close to finishing up and came at the very start of the video. I still decided to watch the whole thing, though afterwards, I’m not sure why.
Around that age, I also remember doing this from at least three other times with other really terrible and gruesome scenes from movies. One from a TV show I really liked when in middle school (although the scene I found and watched was different from the one I was looking for), they both portrayed someone being burned at the stake. The next one was from an episode of a TV show my older sister showed me at about 11, it was of a man that was about to be castrated essentially. And the last one was from a horror movie I watched at about 7 and then rewatched at about 12 to desensitize myself to it because it really scared me, it was of someone getting trapped in a furnace (?) by ghosts and burned to death. This one was particularly disturbing and I hate thinking about it.
I also think I did the same thing with a real clip of something disturbing, not gore, but something that was really disturbing and infuriating for me to watch. It was of someone having their head forcefully shaved, like all their hair cut off. I also really hate thinking about this one. I remember hearing about it on TikTok after I had already saw it a long while before and that night when I was masturbating I thought about it so I went and found the clip.
I worry about whether or not I actually masturbated to these things instead of just right before them a lot. But, regardless, I’m almost certain that I’m not aroused by those things. They were disturbing to me and I don’t like thinking about them. There is a good chance that I did masturbate to them, though. And I have always had masochistic fantasies, some pretty extreme, so maybe I was aroused by them.
I don’t remember feeling turned on when watching them, but even if I masturbated to them without being aroused I’d still want to kill myself because that’s terrible. I also worry that I might’ve masturbated to other things I saw including other movie scenes I’ve gone back and rewatched or real life gore that I’ve seen. I still get mental images of me masturbating to that stuff but I really can’t remember doing that or even masturbating before or after I watched those things, so those might just be intrusive thoughts.
Ive worried about this so much that I even tried to test myself one time. I remember one time when I was 16 (?) I was watching Narcos and there was a scene where a man gets shot in the head and after I watched it I got a weird feeling in my genitals. I wasn’t turned on, it was like my stomach dropped and I felt it in my vagina as well. I think I was just scared, but I was worried that that meant I was turned on so I rewatched the scene again and tried masturbating for like 2 seconds to see if I was actually turned on. I determined that I wasn’t, so I just continued watching the show like I was before. I don’t remember if I masturbated during the scene or afterwards, but I think it was during. I feel ashamed of myself for that now.
I’m very worried that I’m a bad or sick person because of this and I don’t know what to do.
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