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Islam is literally a giant BDSM Snuff Sex cult. Literally the bondage, sadism, masochism and death all revolve around sex… keep your wife confined and covered head to toe because men may lust after her (bondage). Men may have sex slaves even if they’re married (sadism) and the women have husbands too. A wife may not deny her husband sex under most conditions. Speaking of the women, many of them are extremely masochistic with the abuse they receive and some even find a type of Stockholm Syndrome “love” in it.
Add to that, the snuff part, the death and longing for martyrdom with the grand prize for male applicants being 72 virgins with ripe supple breasts. Throw in concepts like Mu’tah (temporary marriage… for Mehr… more aptly prostitution) and milk kinship through the sucking of breasts by adult men and this whole religion seems like the biggest BDSM Death Sex Cult the world has ever seen. Anyone feel that way too?

My boyfriend and I both work from home. Been together 11 years. Our biggest stressor is he gets so angry at work that it pours out into me and just makes being in the apt with him miserable. I'm generally an upbeat positive person who won't let a bad day get me down.
He's been swearing at his computer for the last four hours. Then will go silent and barely talk to me which I understand so I leave him alone. He flipped out today because the plant he watered overflowed and was swearing up a storm. Then when that was fixed he went on about how much he "hates his fucking job and the ppl he works with are idiots" this is the time he usually starts interrogating me asking me if l'm making money at my job (it's commission based but a lot more laid back than his job). He was just smiling at something his sister sent him so l decided to try to be funny & make him laugh and with a straight face he goes "im having a bad day at work" and walked away. So then I feel like I can't even be happy in my own home when he's in a bad mood. And if I’m too quiet he has an attitude and questions why I’m quiet & anxious. But if I say it’s because of his moods he says “everyone has bad days”
How do I not let his bad moods affect me? How do I get him to not take his bad moods out on me? I'm probably over reacting but I hate that I feel like I have to tip toe around him every single day it's so draining. Share

My boyfriend and I both work from home. Our biggest stressor is he gets so angry at work that it pours out into me and just makes being in the apt with him miserable.I'm generally an upbeat positive person who won't let a bad day get me down.
He's been swearing at his computer for the last four hours. Then will go silent and barely talk to me which I understand so I leave him alone. He flipped out today because the plant he watered overflowed and was swearing up a storm. Then when that was fixed he went on about how much he "hates his fucking job and the ppl he works with are idiots" this is the time he usually starts interrogating me asking me if l'm making money at my job (it's commission based but a lot more laid back than his job). He was just smiling at something his sister sent him so l decided to try to be funny & make him laugh and with a straight face he goes "im having a bad day at work" and walked away. So then I feel like I can't even be happy in my own home when he's in a bad mood. But if I’m being too quiet he giving me attitude asking why I’m so anxious.
How do I not let his bad moods affect me? How do I get him to not take his bad moods out on me? I'm probably over reacting but I hate that I feel like I have to tip toe around him every single day it's so draining.

PART 1:

 Every town has their own version of “The Boogeyman”. A monster, cryptid, phantom, whatever you want to call it, it’s all essentially the same thing- just a scary story they tell kids in an attempt to get them to behave. An urban legend is just a life lesson disguised as a horror story after all. For us folk living up in the tiny and once prosperous gold-mining town of Trillium, ours was known simply as The Locust Man. Now, let me start by saying, I realize how ridiculous that name must sound to you. “The Locust Man”?? Pftt…What’s he do, besides get stuck in the grill of someone’s pick-up truck. Destroy some crops? Oooh, he sounds real scary... yeah, I know. But yet, as I sit here today 20 years after the fact - a grown woman who’s wiser, stronger, and even more grounded in reality than she was at 12, I still hesitate to even write down that name. 

As a young child I had always thought it to be a little weird that our town was called Trillium, considering I had never seen a single one growing there. If you don’t know, a trillium is a small flower, usually white but they come in other color varieties as well, with three pedals and a bright yellow center. They sort of look like if you took a lily and tore off every other pedal playing “He loves me, he loves me not”. In school, about 2nd grade or so, we were taught everything about this elusive flower I’d never seen in real life, and told how proud our town was to be named after it. Trillium, Colorado was established in 1922 - A new town born in the wake of a great tragedy which befell the town that had previously sat in the same location. For us, and those that came before us, the trillium was supposed to be a symbol of hope. Knowing all that I know now, that sentiment almost makes me want to laugh - in a morbid way.

 Growing up in a small, mostly isolated town, there really wasn’t much for a kid to do. You’d have to drive 45 minutes to get to the closest mall and movie theater. The high school kids would usually all hang out at the roller rink downtown or at the old run-down burger joint called Slim’s that sat across it. But at that age, I wasn’t allowed to go hang out there by myself yet and for me, going with my parents tagging along wasn’t an option I was open to. My neighborhood was on a long dead end road leading up to a large patch of woods that separated the main part of town from the abandoned mine. The old trail the miners used was still accessible up until a point, and so me and the other kids from my street would hang out in those woods all the time. We had a “secret spot” which was, what we thought at the time, about half way through the woods, 10 steps away from a small shallow creek that pretty much ran the length of the area. Rain Creek, we called it. There was a small clearing there, and we had created our own little clubhouse using old milk crates as supports, half- broken wooden pallets as walls, along with some old lawn chairs one of the neighbors was throwing out one day. I made my contribution by bringing a tarp we had in our basement that served as the roof of our establishment. Our parents didn’t love the idea of five 10 to 12 year olds running around in the woods by ourselves, but as long as we stayed within earshot and made it back before the streetlights came on, they probably figured it was safer than us being across town galavanting unsupervised. 

It was me, Lacey, Devin, Mikey and Michelle. We were all best friends - pretty much inseparable, except the boys weren’t invited to the girls’ sleepovers and vise versa. Everyday after school, we’d get dropped off by the bus at the very beginning of our road, and it was a running joke between the Rain Street Gang (as we liked to call ourselves) for all of us to try and run off the bus as quickly as possible, while me, Lacey and Devin would all yell in unison ‘Last two home are some rotten eggs!!’, as Mikey and Michelle tried to push past us to get a head start. The aforementioned two were siblings, and lived in the very last house on our row right next to the woods, so they’d always get home last, regardless of their efforts. Although, the year that Mikey got a pair of Heelys for Christmas he finally got his edge over the rest of us, leaving Michelle to be the lone “rotten egg” until the next summer when one of his wheels broke off. The whole point of it all was just to get home and get our chores and homework done as fast as possible, so we could meet up at Mikey and Michelle’s house with enough daylight left to make our trek into the woods and back - together as a group. All five of us had made a pact to never visit the clubhouse without all members present, although us girls always had a sneaking suspicion that the boys thought themselves exempt from that rule. They, after all, were the ones that had discovered the spot in the first place, and not to mention, did most of the physical labor of dragging our provisions out there. Me and Lacey initially only heard about the spot a day after the boys found it; Michelle had walked into Mikey’s room in the middle of him and Devin talking about it, and immediately relayed the message to us. Michelle wasn’t necessarily more loyal to the girls than the boys, she was just the youngest among us and honestly couldn’t resist blurting out any mildly relevant information she thought she might have, in an effort to be included. But in that regard, if the boys had ever gone out there on their own, they would’ve had to be extremely sneaky about it, because Michelle’s number one objective in life was to gather any piece of intel she could. It was a seemingly normal Saturday morning when we learned our suspicions about the boys may have been warranted.
I had slept over at Lacey’s house the night before. We had just woken up and were still sitting on her bed discussing our possible plans for the day, when Michelle busted through the door with a look on her face that immediately told us she had finally gotten a hold of some juicy information, before she could even open her mouth to stutter out, “You-you-you guyssss, guess w-w-what!?!” Lacey gestured the nail file that was in her hand toward her, raising her eyebrows bluntly as Michelle tried to catch her breath. “So… Devin came to sleep over last night, annnnnd I was pretending to go to the bathroom so I could spy on them. Seeeeee, I was supposed to be sleeping but I -“ “Ughh come on Michelle, get to it! What’d you hear?” Lacey snapped “Ughh okay okay. So, I heard the boys talking, anddddd…. they’re planning to go explore the old mine today!!” “Alright Michelle! Good spying!” I chuckled, trying to encourage her after Lacey’s impatience. Lacey rolls her eyes, then immediately stands up. She takes the scrunchie off her wrist, ties her long blonde hair into a messy bun, and simply said, “Let’s go.” “Lacey..” I said “What??” She responds as if she hadn’t registered the tone of my voice at all. As I opened my mouth to begin explaining all the logical and practical reasons why even if the boys were stupid enough to go play around somewhere dangerous, we shouldn’t be, Michelle exclaims, “That’s where the Locust Man lives!!” I close my mouth in defeat, as I know Lacey will take this nonsense as a challenge, and because of that, no amount of my warnings concerning actual dangers would have any effect on her decision. Lacey dismisses her comment as she attempts to shove her foot into one of her new pink sneakers that she refuses to admit are too small for her. “Pshhh, don’t be such a baby Michelle, he’s not real, you do know that right?” Michelle crinkled her face and yelled back, “Yes he is Lacey! He is!! And th-th- that’s where he lives, and he eats kids that go there!” Lacey laughs at her and says “Oh yeah? You still believe in Santa clause too? What about the tooth fairy?” Michelle looked down at her shoes, and although she could admittedly be annoying, I found myself feeling bad for her. “Come on Lacey, she’s just scared.” Lacey shot me a look like she was expecting me to burst into laughter, but I just gave her a smirk and a shrug, and she rolled her eyes and said “Get dressed.”

 We walked in silence toward the end of the road, though the reasons for all three differed drastically. Lacey’s was determination and resolve, mine was comtemptousness and defeat, and Michelle’s was just fear. I found myself half-way hoping the boys had left already, but as we approached the driveway we caught them just as they were about to step off the porch. 

“Hey!!” Lacey yelled, in her trademark cheerleader cadence. “Where do you boys think you’re going without us?”. Mikey let a groan and rolled his eyes, while Devin said through a coy smile, “Well, we were actually just heading out to go to find you girls.” “Liar.” Lacey snapped, quickly wiping the grin off Devin’s face. “Michelle already blabbed- we know where you two are going and we’re coming too.” The boys looked at each other, then Mikey shot Michelle an angry look as she tried to shrink herself behind me, and said, “Fine, whatever, but no cry baby snitches allowed!!” Michelle then proceeded to prove both of his accusations correct by yelling back, “I am not a cry baby!! I’m telling mom if you don’t let me come with you!!” At that point I finally spoke up. “Alright, listen.” I said sternly, then once I had their attention I lowered my voice a bit to say, “Just for the record, I think us going to that grody old mine is a dumb idea and a big waste of time, but if one of us goes, we all go. That’s the deal, so make your decisions.” Lacey folded her arms in solidarity beside me, and with that we all had an unspoken understanding. So, with the boys out ahead leading the way, we headed toward the tree line.

 As we entered the woods, I felt a sense of dread wash over me - but to be fair, as a preteen emo kid who had already reached an adult level of cynicism, I felt a certain level of dread towards almost everything in life. So take my premonition with a grain of salt, but for some reason, this felt… different. I remember the woods being abnormally quiet that day. It took some time for me to even notice, but as soon as I did, I interrupted the mindless chatter going on to say, 

“Where are all the freakin’ birds?” Everyone turned to look at me as if I’d completely lost my mind. “Uhhh… What are you talking about?” Devin asked me. I pointed up toward the treetops. “Listen…. ” They all looked up, then looked around at each other in confusion. “Every time we’ve ever been in these woods, there’s always birds chirping back and forth. We’ve been walking almost 5 minutes now and I haven’t heard a single bird, have you guys?” “Damn, yeah, that is weird.” Mikey agreed. “They probably all just migrated!!” Devin goofily offered. “That’s stupid Devin, it’s spring. If anything, there should be more birds here, not less you moron.” Lacie argued. Devin flipped Lacie off, which was the best rebuttal he could usually come up with, and then turned toward me and said, “Okay whatever, what’s your point exactly?” “Just that - “ I looked over to Mikey, then back at Devin. “It’s weird.” I didn’t want to say what I was actually thinking. That the woods being too quiet was never a good thing. That when birds aren’t chirping, it could mean there’s a predator nearby. Besides, I was pretty confident that the boys, having both been in the scouts, knew what I knew, so saying it out loud would only serve to annoy Lacie and further frighten Michelle. Mikey broke his gaze that had been fixed on me, and while scanning our surroundings he said, “Let’s stop by the clubhouse on the way.” With a nod from me, we continued. When we arrived at our pit stop, Lacey hobbled over to the closest lawn chair and plopped herself down in it. “Ughhh, my feet are killing me!!” “I wonder why.” I mutter under my breath. “Excuse me, what was that?” “Just saying. Those shoes are gonna be the death of you Lace, you can barely walk in them.” “Pshhh, shut up. They just need to be broken-in okay? You’re just jealous cuz you’re still wearing your dirty old Vans from last year.” “Oooh yeah, you got me there. I am so sad I don’t have a pair of ugly pink Sketchers that don’t fit me.” She stuck her tongue out at me and we both laughed. I was just about the only person who could go toe to toe with Lacey’s sass. It’s part of the reason we ended up being best friends, besides being neighbors. In regard to style, personality and interests, we were almost polar opposites. But when it came to humor we were equals. And more importantly, we both had a mutual understanding when it came to our differences- I was me and she was her, and neither of us felt the need to try and make the other one be more like us. Besides, I was the only person who had ever really stood up to Lacey and didn’t take any of her crap, so I think she respected that. While that exchange had been going on, Michelle had started picking tiny pink flowers, and the boys were rummaging in the clubhouse for something. I yelled in their direction, “Hey! Big Mike and Dirty D!!” Me and Lacey giggled and she mouthed the word “big” with air quotation marks. They didn’t respond, so I walked over to the entryway and looked in. They were standing with their backs to me while looking down at an open metal box, and Mikey was reaching to grab whatever was in it. As he stood back up, I could see what it was. “What the fuck Mikey, seriously?” Hearing me cuss, Lacey and Michelle crowded in behind me. “Chill, it’s just a BB gun.” “I know it’s a BB gun Michael, what are you doing with it, and why is it here?” I was livid at the thought that he might be coming out here and shooting at animals just to be a shithead. I expected something like that from a goober like Devin, but not Mikey. Michelle butted in, “I’m telling mom!!!” “Nice try, dad knows I have it.” He looked at me and softened his tone. “It’s for protection, just in case we come across a black bear, or some weirdo creep out here. Seriously… it’s just to scare off something, not hurt it.” He knew how I felt about killing animals, especially for no good reason. A lot of people out here are poor and hunt for food, which I could accept as a reality. But hurting animals just for fun is psycho behavior, so I was relieved to hear him dispel my fear; I really didn’t want to have to hate him. “Do you even know how to shoot that thing?” Lacey asked. “Yeah, my dad showed me.” Devin clapped his hands together, making us all jump and himself laugh. “Well alright then, let’s get going!” I turned to Michelle, still holding the flowers. “You okay?” She nodded. “If you want me to walk back with you, I can.” I was slightly hoping she’d say yes so I’d have an excuse to get out of this excursion, but she just shook her head and forced a smile. I knew she was scared, but she was just too curious. Maybe I was too.

 We walked for what felt like half an hour. The trees had gotten more dense and the path narrowed from the overgrowth. Still no birdsong. I kept scanning the area in search of any sign of life other than us. Looking for movement of creatures scurrying away, listening for the sound of rustling as we passed, hoping for a squirrel, a lizard, even a bug. Nothing. 

“How much further is this damn thing?” Lacey groaned. Mikey answered without even turning around. “We should be coming up on it any time now.” “You said that like 10 minutes ago.” “Yeah, and now we’re like 10 minutes closer to it. And hey guess what, you insisted on inviting yourself - so suck it up buttercup.” “Hahahaha!” Devin laughed like a maniac at Mikey’s quip, while Lacey folded her arms and for once in her life didn’t have a snappy comeback. This time however, I did. “Well we really only came along to make sure you idiots didn’t kill yourselves.” “Oh, so you girls came out here with us to be our protectors, huh?” Devin laughed. “Ehh, more like babysitters.” Needless to say, I was flipped off for that statement. We rounded the next bend and suddenly all came to an abrupt stop one after another, starting with Mikey. Devin positioned himself beside him and let out a disappointed groan. “Shit Mikey!” A huge tree had fallen and was blocking the trail completely. There was no way we could climb over it because of all the leaves and branches - we’d have to go around it, which meant leaving the safety of the trail and crossing Rain Creek twice to get back to it. “Seriously???” Lacey exclaimed. “Maybe it’s a sign that we shouldn’t be going.” I shrugged. Mikey didn’t seem fazed by the obstruction at all. In fact, he seemed more confident. More calm. More sure of his intended mission. “It’s fine, we’ll just go around.” Michelle, who had been mostly quiet this whole time, finally broke her fear induced silence. “We are NOT supposed to leave the tr-tr-trail Michael! We could get lost!” “We aren’t gonna get lost Michelle, I have a compass. Plus, it’s literally just a few paces that way, then we cross the creek and circle back once we pass the tree and we’re right back on the trail.” “Oh you have got to be kidding me” Lacey said, “I’m not treading through that nasty water!” “Yeah Mikey, what about Lacey’s brand new shoes??” I laughed, and she playfully slapped me in the arm. Mikey’s patience was wearing thin with us. “Look, we already walked this far - if we turn back now, we’ve wasted the whole day for nothing. If you girls wanna be lame and turn around, then go for it - but me and Dev are going.” That’s all Lacey needed. A challenge to accept; someone to prove wrong. “I’ll show you lame.” She pushed past the boys and lead the way into the thick brush towards Rain Creek. It wasn’t very wide across, and there were lots of fallen limbs and large rocks spread throughout it. The current was barely that of a trickle, and the depth was no more than knee deep for us. It was definitely doable - just an inconvenience. And of course, one more ominous obstacle lying directly in our path. Another hint from the universe telling us to turn around. We didn’t listen. Lacey placed one foot on the closest limb and pushed down a few times to test its sturdiness. “I got this.” She stepped out onto it with both feet, then shimmied sideways until she was close enough to the large exposed rock in the middle of the creek, and hopped onto it. She turned around with a full grin and said, “Coming?” Mikey made his way across the limb as Lacey hopped onto a different limb which led her to the other side of the creek. Devin followed, then me, and then it was Michelle’s turn. “I’m scared to fall in!” Of course she is, I should have made her go before me. “It’s okay Michelle, it’s easy!” I reassured her. She didn’t look convinced in the slightest. “Come on Chelle, we’re leaving you!” Mikey yelled, already walking away. “Nooo!! I’m coming! Wait!” She made it across, but instead of just walking like everyone else did, she got down on her hands and knees and gripped the limb as if it were the only thing in between her and a 50 foot drop to the ground, which was funny to see but prolonged the whole process further. After all, we were about to have to do all of this again. Next go round went a lot smoother. The creek was more shallow here, and there were a whole lot more stepping rocks and debris built up. Having just crossed successfully a few minutes ago, we were all more confident in our abilities, including Michelle - who this time we made go first. “Just walk across like it’s a bridge! You got this!!”, we all cheered for her, and then clapped when she made it to the other side. Before we knew it we were back on the trail, and it wasn’t long after that we finally arrived at our intended destination.

 We all stopped and stared at it for a minute, carefully examining the dilapidated exterior of the place that had brought both prosperity and destruction upon our town. Mikey bent down, picked up a rock and threw it into the entrance. We heard it bounce a few times before it stopped. 

“Just to make sure nothing’s in there.” he turned around to clarify. “Did anyone think to bring a flashlight?” I asked. “It’s dark as hell in there.” I was hoping for just one more reason not to go. Devin reached into his cargo shorts pocket and pulled out a small keychain-sized flashlight, smiling with the satisfaction of finally being useful. “Okay, Mikey’ll hold the gun, I’ll shine the light and you girls follow behind us. Let’s go.” Mikey shifted the BB gun from its position of resting on his shoulder, to holding the barrel in his left hand and the butt in his right; trying his best to emulate a soldier’s stance. Something his dad had taught him I’m sure. We ducked down a bit to enter. “How far in we going?” Lacey asked. “Until we see something cool.” Mikey answered. I turned around to check on Michelle, still hovering in the doorway. “You coming?” I could see in her eyes that fear had finally gotten the better of her, and curiosity had taken a backseat. With wide eyes she shook her head. “The-the Locust Man lives in there.”, she tried to whisper. “I knew you were gonna be a baby about this!” Mikey yelled. I crouched down and put my hand on her shoulder. Against my better judgment, I say “How bout you just wait here for us and pick some more flowers. We won’t be long, there’s nothing in there, I promise. Just.. don’t move from this spot and we’ll be right back, okay?” I could feel her unease, but she seemed to accept my reassurance nonetheless. “Okay.” I smiled, then stood up and looked down at my watch to check the time. 12:46 PM. I turned and headed into the darkness, trying to catch up with everyone else. I didn’t feel good about leaving Michelle, but I didn’t feel good about letting the rest of them go in there alone either. And if I’m being honest, maybe a little part of me wanted to see what was in there too. When I caught up to Lacey she asked, “Where’s Michelle?” “Stayed behind at the entrance, she was too scared. I told her to pick flowers and wait there for us.” “Pshh, figures.” “Yeah. How’s your feet?” “At this point, numb actually.” It was so dark in there that even Devin’s rinky dink flashlight was illuminating the area enough for me to start taking a closer look at my surroundings. I looked around at the rock walls, they were covered in what looked like orange mold and green algae. There was a slight breeze coming in from the entrance, but the whole place just had a staleness to it. The boys stopped and turned around as we arrived at the first curve. “So ladies, what do you think? Cool huh?” Devin asked excitedly. “Smells like a fart in here.” I said.

 The most dangerous thing about exploring an old mine wasn’t getting lost in the maze of tunnels, or tripping on the rusted tracks and slamming your head against the wall - it was something simply referred to as bad air. Pockets of still air that have dangerously low levels of oxygen, the old men in town would call it “black damp”. There was also something produced from the old chemicals they once used called “stink damp”, which smelled like rotten eggs. Both were lethal. 

“I wonder if there’s dead bodies in here!” “Uh, Dev… we’re gonna be the dead bodies in here if we go in too far. I wasn’t just making a joke, you know that rotten egg smell can mean bad air.” Mikey interjected. “The entrance isn’t far behind us, there’s still enough fresh air coming in. We won’t go in too far, let’s just get to the end of this tunnel where it splits off and look around a bit, then we’ll turn around.” The fork in the tunnel really wasn’t that much further, and even though I knew once we rounded this curve I wouldn’t be able to see the entrance behind me anymore, I decided what the hell. Maybe a hundred more steps, then we can finally turn around and this whole dumb situation would be closer to being over with. When we got there, we looked down the length of the connecting tunnels each way. Everything looked unusually identical in its deterioration. I could see how someone could easily get disoriented and lost down here. “Hellooooo…” Mikey yelled to the left, his voice echoing through the corridor. Devin turned to the opposite direction and called out, “Hey yo, Locust Man!! You in here?” We all giggled, which made me think about Michelle, still waiting at the entrance for us, alone in the woods. I looked down at my watch. 12:46 PM. “Hey what the f-“ My cuss word was interrupted by a loud bang that came from the passageway Devin had just been hollering into. We all froze. I didn’t have time to process that my watch had stopped right as we entered the tunnel, or that Michelle had been left alone for who knows how long now, or that we had just heard what sounded like a support beam crashing to the ground, because next came a horrifying screeching buzzing sound. It sounded distant at first, but was quickly increasing in volume. We silently looked around at each other and backed away stunned at what we were hearing. Mikey never took his eyes off the tunnel though, and slowly he began to raise the BB gun to firing position. Without even thinking, I grabbed the barrel and pushed it downward. He quickly tore his eyes away from his target to look at me. I shook my head and managed to barely choke out the word, “Explosion.” He nodded and I let go. I looked down at the gun in his hands, and seeing his finger had already been on the trigger, I realized how lucky it was that I didn’t make him shoot himself in the foot. All of a sudden, the noise stopped. “What the hell was that?” Lacey asked. “I don’t know, nothing good.” I said. “Let’s just get the fuck out of here before this whole place caves in on us or something.” Another loud bang erupted from the right, extremely close to us. “Shit!!!” We all turned around and ran as fast as we could back toward the entrance. Devin tried to push past me, but as he did my elbow knocked the flashlight out of his hand. “My flashlight!!!” “Leave it!” Mikey shouted “The turn is right here, we won’t need it!” We rounded the corner, and using what little light there was illuminating from the entrance to guide us back, we ran like our lives depended on it. And they may have- none of us dared to look back, not like we would have been able to see anything anyway. When we finally made it out, we were all completely out of breath. I felt like I was going to throw up. I have to admit though, once we had made it back to safety I felt a rush of adrenaline like I had just had a near death experience. That feeling quickly faded into sheer panic when I looked around and realized Michelle was nowhere to be seen. “Uh, where’s Michelle?” Mikey asked me. “I told her to stay right here, she can’t be very far… Michelle!!!!” We all called her name, as loud as we could. No answer, no sign of her anywhere. “Alright look, she probably went off a little further looking for flowers to pick.” I tried to rationalize. “Let’s just split off in 4 directions and walk in a straight line while calling for her. She’s bound to hear one of us.” Everyone agreed, and even though I appeared outwardly as the level-headed calm person you need to take control in an emergency, inside I was petrified that something had happened to her, and that it would be my fault. I took the east, and headed out. It didn’t take too long before I passed a large tree and saw her sitting down behind it, looking at something on the ground. “Michelle! Oh thank god!! Didn’t you hear us calling for you??” She didn’t answer me, or even turn around. “Michelle, didn’t I tell you to stay by the entrance and not move?!?” My relief was quickly turning into annoyance as she continued to ignore me. I walked up closer to see what she was looking at, and my mouth dropped in awe of what she had found. It was a single white trillium.

 They say it takes 8 years for a trillium plant to produce a flower, and conditions have to be just right for it to bloom. That’s what makes them so special and rare. I stared down at it almost in a trance, like I was seeing a mythical creature. Michelle slowly reached out her hand towards it and I snapped out of it. 

“No!!” I grabbed her by the arm and she finally turned around to look at me. “If you pick the flower, the plant will die.” She ripped her arm away from my grasp and whined, “But I want to show my mom!” We heard Mikey calling from the north and I cupped my hands over my mouth to yell back, “I found her, she’s over here!!” I looked back at her. “No Michelle, come on, you can just tell her about it when we get back home.” I had enough, I was beyond ready to go and we still had at least another 45 minutes of walking to even get back to the clubhouse; an hour if Michelle kept up her crap. I grabbed her arm again and pulled her up to a standing position, looking back at the trillium as I walked her away. Mikey caught up to us, breathless but trying to hide his concern. “You little shit, we should have left you out here! What the hell were you doing?” I let go of her arm and she walked toward Mikey. “She was trying to pick a flower over there.” “It was a trillium!!” Michelle said, with the biggest smile on her face. “Wait, really?” He looked at me in disbelief. Before I could respond, a blood curdling scream echoed through the forest, coming from the west. It was Lacey. My heart dropped into my stomach and once again, every molecule in my body went into full blown panic mode. This time, I couldn’t contain my composure. “Laceyyyyyy!!!!!” A panicked shriek erupted from my lungs and I took off running. Mikey grabbed Michelle and sprinted after us. The trees became a blur; I didn’t even feel all the scratches and scrapes. Had she come across a coyote? A mountain lion? A bear? I didn’t even stop to think about the danger I might be about to come in contact with, I just ran. And then I found her. She was lying on the ground, holding her left foot. “Lacey!!” I said, trying to choke back the tears that were building up. “I think I twisted my ankle!!” “Oh god damn it, you bitch.” I struggled to catch my breath. “I thought you were dead.” “I might as well be, I have cheerleading practice on Monday!” Mikey and Michelle caught up to us. “What happened?” He asked “She’s being a drama queen, she just rolled her ankle.” I was angry. “Can you get up?” He asked her. She was able to stand, but as soon as she tried to put any pressure on her foot at all, she screamed in pain. We spotted Devin running over from the south as he was yelling out, “Hey yo, everyone alive and accounted for?” “Yeah, Lacey hurt her ankle.” Mikey yelled back. As he approached he looked concerned. “Can you walk on it?” He asked her. “No.” Without hesitation he replied, “Well alright then, looks like you’re gonna have to piggyback it all the way back home.” He lowered himself enough to where she could hop up onto his back, and we headed back toward the trail. Even though my nerves had begun to settle a bit, I knew we were still far from being out of the woods, in more ways than one.

Not gout. We checked. Keflex not helping. Just waiting for the nurse to call back for another appt. Wearing shoes cuts off circulation in left foot because of swelling. Tender to touch. No fever. Still swollen in the mornings now. The red line in the first pic is where this all started. Now there are 3 hard lines branching off from it and going over the top of my foot (like right below the bottom of the big toe)

Hey everybody, i wanted to share my thoughts and theories after finishing the Whole Cake Island arc. This is my first time watching OP and besides knowing how Luffy looks with Gear5 (its impossible not to see pics of Luffy Gear5 on IG or Twitter) i don’t know any spoilers.
First of all my thoughts:
For me, WCI is the best arc so far after timeskip. Besides the Pacing, i fucking loved Dressrosa because of Doflamingo but WCI is like 1% better imo. It was a bit chaotic for me because of the amount of new characters that got introduced, but i liked nearly every new introduced character.
Sanji and Brook were fucking cold and for me the MVP‘s this arc. I loved the scene were sanji was listening to puddings and his sisters conversation, standing in the rain and even his lighter didn‘t work. I felt him so hard and i was so fucking disappointed. I also fucking loved Katakuri because of his honorable acts. He stabbed himself because otherwise it wouldn‘t be a fair fight?? Give this guy a medal of honor ASAP!!!
I also love the fact, that more and more characters outside of the Straw hats say that they think Luffy will be the king of the pirates soon. It gives me goosebumps everytime.
Finally i can say i was afraid of this arc to not fulfill my expectations, because after Zou the only thing i wanted to see was Kaido vs Luffy, but holy shit i didn’t expect Big Mom and her children to be such a big threat! For me WCI was a solid 9/10.
Now my theories for the upcoming story:
Idk how to feel about Shanks, because we know that he has a special connection to Luffy and he even gave him the Straw hat, that Gold Roger gave to Shanks, but Shanks is a pirate too and i think his goal is also finding the One Piece. So i think the fact that the World calls Ruffy the „5. Emporor of the Sea“ now, so a potentional threat for Shanks, can’t be nice for Shanks. Luffy obviously wants to beat all Emporors except Shanks, but will Shanks give up the One Piece because of Luffy and just stay an Emporor? I don’t think so. For me there are 2 options:

1. Shanks is good and knows Luffy will be King of the pirates. Thats why he gave him the Straw hat, because he knew his enormous potential.
   
2. Shanks is evil and let Luffy eat the Gum-Gum Fruit because it has some special features that others don‘t have that i don’t know yet. Even gave him the Straw hat because it has to be special when even Gold Roger wore it at a time (idk if i remember correctly but i think they mentioned it at some point). Did all these things because maybe Shanks knows he won‘t find the One Piece without Luffy because he is part of some kind of prophecy so he‘s the key to find it. (for me the most interesting theory)
   

My second theory is about the „D.“ and the lost Century 800 years ago. It was mentioned that people with the D. in their name are the biggest threats for the celestial dragons, who rule over the world, so this has to mean that the D. means everyone who has it in his name is a descendant of someone who maybe found the one piece 800 years ago, or even created the one piece. Because everyone with the D. in his name is powerful as fuck kind of special, so the first one who had it had to be unthinkable powerful, but maybe not powerful enough to beat the celestial dragons. Because we know the celestial dragons ruled over the world after this lost century so maybe they want to hide facts about the one piece or someone who was powerful enough to use it/create it to almost beat the 20 kings and save the world but he/her failed. Maybe Luffy is, as mentioned in my Shanks theory, part of a prophecy to be the one who is powerful enough to free the world from the world-government with the one piece.
Please don‘t spoil anything, these are just my thoughts i wanted to share, even if i‘m eventually wrong with everything i said.
PS.: be kind pls, english is not my first language! :-)

My baby boy has been missing a toe bean since birth. He was born way too young to a stray mama, she was a max of 6 months old when she had him, and he never fully developed in the womb (according to my vet). He was the only one to survive the litter 😭.
He has a claw-like growth on his pad which doesn’t seem to cause him any pain or discomfort but I was wondering if anyone had seen this before! Should I take him back to the vet as it’s grown significantly since his last visit for vaccinations?
Last pic for a daily dose of cuteness 🐱

So my group is getting into Necromunda. We're dipping our toes into the water.
Me- Arbitrator Friend- undecided Brother- slave ogryn
I'm going to be Arbitrator. I'd like for this campaign to be as narrative as possible, with both players playing most if not all the games and various NPCs taking part.
I've got access to an Escher gang, the full range of Orlock gang, goliath, slave ogryn, delaque, the full range of palatine enforcers, vehicles, terrain, 40k armies, (sisters, eldar, tau, marines, tyranids, genestealers, guardsmen, 5 or 6 kill teams) cultists, just random assortments of monsters,, and HELLA proxies as well as a few of the rule books though i'm purchasing a copy of the newest core rulebook just to have something physical to read. And thanks to my wife I have a TON of terrain I can use.
Ideally i'd like 1 of every gang as opposition to them. Some stronger than others to make Necromunda more of a vibrant world.
The biggest reason we want Necromunda is because we want to play a narrative setting. 2/3s of us like 40k but we all still play, and we all like the way Kill Team plays. The problem with those games is that Narrative is "at best" tacked on and uninventive and at worst just bad.
Necromunda seems to blend what I like from Cyberpunk settings (games like Shadowrun) with what I like about 40k (the people, the common folks and how shitty life can be).
And I can see Necromunda becoming our go to TTRPG Skirmish game. The size of the gangs leads to a smaller (read cheaper) investment.
My idea (ideally) would be that they have their separate gangs and just as a narrative twist, they have Juve characters that go off and build their own gang (with blackjack and hookers) using money they've been skimming off the top while leveling up themselves in the process.
Sort of a "started from the bottom now we here".
ssentially giving them each 1 gang along with a joint gang they can both play as for other missions. Making the game a 2 part game of sorts. 1 part is their life in their original gangs while both helping and undermining the gang and part 2 would be building the other gang.
I'd like to try them keeping their stats on their character card and roleplaying with them in a 1 page RPG style (fate, monster of the week, PBTA) using their stats as how many dice they get to achieve a successful action for them obtaining new characters and exploring the world.
Is this too much?
Does the system even work for this?
Have others done this that I can work with?
Would my campaign idea even work?
Is this wholly unnecessary?
Have I missed the mark on what Necromunda is and can bring to the table?
Am I just replacing one plastic crack addiction with another?
Are there online resources one can use to streamline learning after legally purchasing a copy of the book?
Any other resources or knowledge any of you experienced players can provide would be excellent.

I match with this guy. We have a mutual friend in common. I look at his photos and I’m like 👍🏼 hell yeah.
We flirt in the app then eventually have a conversation on the phone. Lasted over 2 hours. We laughed, we had chemistry.. it was great I was excited. BUT THEN:
He said the biggest red flag thing you can say with dating apps: Me: “I love your photos you are so good looking.” Him: “honestly those are pretty old pics. I need to lose weight” i said to him: can you FaceTime me you’re scaring me (in a jokingly way). He does. He looks NOTHING even close except the same face as his picture. Over 150 and no hair when he was ripped and had hair in the other pics.
I need advice because I am a nice person, and he texted me asking me out. I’m not attracted physically to him. But however I decline he will know it’s because I saw him on FaceTime and think he is unattractive. How do I do this without hurting his feelings?
Ok hear me out: I date men of all sizes this not about him being fat it’s about me thinking of another person the whole time and he is 10 years older than his pics.
THANKS YALL!

Good day everyone, I’ve been thinking of ordering a custom boot in the following configuration:
Baobab boot No toe puff Leather insole Leather midsole Oringo/OR outsole Still deciding on leather choice, probably going to go with the fudge crazy horse leather
I currently own the Numzaan in the natural veg retan with lug sole, I’m looking for something a little bit more casua
The custom boot that I want to get is inspired by the Whites 350-CS boot.
Let me know what you guys think and if anyone has a boot like this, add some pics.
Thanks

Hello lovely ladies !!!
Your girl lost weight and all my gym tights are loose now . Looking to get some new .
Kindly drop in your gym tights/bottomwear suggestions. Something with a great fit and comfort.
I have previously used decathlon, they are good . Didn’t face any issues as such instead of the band rolling down but looking to try some other brands now .
Ordered hrx from Myntra but they were giving very prominent camel toe .
Which brands do you buy mostly?

message me if anybody is looking for pretty toes or sole pics and vids !! <3

There are a lot of KPOP music shows, apparently 9 of them exist based on Wikipedia. But most of us only really know or follow the Big 4, Music Bank, Inkigayo, Show!Music Core and M Countdown.
Now my question is do you have a favourite music show?
Personally, I absolutely love M Countdown. Why? Because they are the only one who posts actually good official pictures of the idol’s performances on their show. Inkigayo and Show!Music Core also posts official photos but I am not a fan of the filtering they do especially with Inkigayo. It makes things look very fakey. M Countdown just feels better with a much more raw pictures of the idols not to mention they also take more in terms of quantity as well.
This is also why I absolutely hate Music Bank arguably the biggest of the four and based on my observation gets the best outfits during a comeback promotion. They rarely post official pictures for idols and thats why there aren’t good pictures of 230512 Karina for example solely because it was performed at Music Bank.
Here’s a comparison of Music Show pictures:
M Countdown Sample Pics: https://kpopping.com/kpics/231116-aespa-Winter-Drama-at-M-Countdown
Inkigayo Sample Pics https://kpopping.com/kpics/231119-aespa-Winter-Drama-at-SBS-Inkigayo
Show!Music Core Sample Pics https://kpopping.com/kpics/231118-aespa-Winter-Drama-at-Music-Core

I made this account purely because I've gotten this sudden urge of interest to try my hand at competitive Pokemon, and after watching some of the recent metas that rose during the Pokemon Championship in Indianapolis and too many wolfe glick videos, I think I've found a team I want to try :)
Team Link: https://pokepast.es/4580f23fb23de374
My first mon is Hydrapple, I wanted to use this Pokemon because of its vast versatility moveset and ability wise , currently I've been running Hydrapple with the ability Supersweet syrup, Im not sure if the ability is popular, but I want to use it for the moves I run on it. I have Draco Meteor, Hydro Pump, Leaf storm and Protect. Protect is a pretty obvious choice, but I want to be able to abuse this pokemons crazy SpA with incredibly strong and versatile moves that usually have a certain risk to it, be completely irrelevant to me when I use SuperSweet Syrup. And I also am holding white herb to take away the stat drops from leafstorm and draco meteor. My biggest fear is ofcource Ice, So im thinking of running either Fairy or Fire Tera. While I have been using Fairy which is a very good type, I do think poison with be a threat to non and tera hydrapple.
Next My Restricted Legend is Zamazenta. Observing the new Metas that popped up, 3 pokemon really stood out to me during the Indianapolis Regional Championship. Calyrex- I/S and Zamazenta. Before covering the pokemon that impressed me, I wanted to talk about other popular choices, Firtsly Groudon and Kygore I just feel too inexpirenced to use and Miradon wasn't really the theme I wanted to go with throughout the team. And I feel like I have a good Dragon and Fighting type coverage in the rest of my team. This reason I chose Zama was for the bulky physical attacker option. I was originally gonna build this entire team around a tanky, but powerfull pokemon like Hydrapple. But I feel that all teams are there to support the one restricted legend, And the added on factor of of attacks like body press and heavy slam are just perfect for the team Im trying to make. The overall moveset is just basic and I haven't dipped my toes into diverse movesets, mostly because I think this is probably the best way to use Zama, Overall a really solid base for the team and with tera grass to resist spore hes almost unstoppable besides the fighting weakness which I believe I have covered.
The aforementioned cover for Zama is Galarian Moltres, Ofcourse when playing Reg G, you just have to run a dark type to counter Shadow Caly. Beside that, the flying type coverage deffo helps out when dealing with urshifu close combat. He also fits in well in the team with another bulky, but SpA offensive attacker, this guy runs Taunt, Air Slash, Fiery Wrath and Tailwind. This Pokemon is most likely a for sure start for games as he nullifies Trick room which all of my team except Hydrapple are very against it. Tailwind is really there incase I start off with hydrapple or to double counter the opponents tailwinds. I dont really have any ideas for Teras, I've been thinking steel since I want to completely resist fairy and a neutral to electric. Tbh the weakness of lossing the flying is a risk for ground type moves, but I haven't really seen anyone try ground moves because of the unexpected tera. I could go ground but basically the same applies except the types and what they do to Moltres reversed. Ive got Safety Goggles on to ignore amonguss threats.
Gouging Flame from what Ive seen is a very inconsistent choice atleast from the top teams who usually have incineroar on the team with many teams being similar with the swap between the two. I still want to hold out hope on the potential of Gouging Flame since its gonna be a swap in start when I can't have key players like Zama starting off. Holding Booster Energy, The Moveset has the likes of Dragon Claw, Dragon Dance, Flare Blitz and Earthquake. Having this thing side by side with Zama is just a joy to watch and play with, two bulky tanks that take hits like a champ and dishes them out ten fold. Setting up with dragon dance is also an ease since Flame can take attacks. However there are easy, but extremely difficult counters to beat and overcome, Such as the big ground weakness. Ive thought about an air baloon, but the booster energy 1.5x speed is just too easy to give up. Ive been thinking about instead using tera flying, but Im honestly not sure. Teras tbh are a weakness to me because there are so much more complexities and Its something I really need advice and help on inorder to improve. Another thing is Intimidate, this single move can cripple 4 out of my 6 pokemon and I heavily doubt Im gonna try starting off with the duo of Hydrapple and Moltres (thinking back at this, tera fairy and hydro pump could be a good counter) But nonetheless, this is a pokemon that Im willing to change, I already know Chi-yu shouts are incoming and I honestly might have to start listening!
Now we have Urshifu, more specifically Rapid Strike Form. I chose Rapid Strike over the highly used Single Strike because 1. I have a dark type which im pretty proud to be running and 2. I really need a water type pokemon since I really dont want to rely on Hydrapple and insta terra so that I can get off a hydropump. I think Urshifu is probably one of the more common sides of choosing, I dont really have an idea on what item I'll be running it with. It would probably be between the Life orb or Choice Scarf. The moves I run on it are Surging Strikes, Close Combat, Uturn and Protect. This moveset is inspired off of Neil Patels Urshifu except switching aqua jet for uturn which I may change back because I have the move on another Pokemon. This pokemon is WAY less bulkier than the others on the team, but picks up for it in its attack and signature move again, no sure fire tera on this mon yet.
Finally we have Rillaboom. Running Grassy Terrain with Fake out, Grassy Glide, Wood Hammer and U-turn. This pokemon plays a similar role to urshifu, but also the traditional Rillaboom role of being faster and able to hit hard as well. Grassy Terrain also works well with Zama by its side to regain health. I run it with Assult Vest which seems pretty common use. I also want to run this with Tera Water
This is the team and my random thoughts about them so far, I've only tested these in showdown and I have just put in simple/random EVs and Natures. Please be as harsh or as critical as you like because Im letting bias of pokemon I believe in too much to cloud my judgement. My pokemon style is really clear to see here (bulky hard hitting attackers with some good speed) so make sure to keep that in mind as thats the playstyle Im most in my element in. If you have any toubles with the link, pls lmk and thank you :)