Life tattoo phrasesp

Months after and overthinking placement + next tattoo. Firstly, I prefer myself with these tattoos than not and they both have meaning to me. The pumpkin for fall and Halloween being times I have the only pleasant nostalgia from as a child with trauma and my son being conceived in October + the blue bird represents my son. The Charles Darwin think" branch represents me as a scientist and what soraked my love for science. want to get another tattoo for our second yet to exist child and that's when I started overthinking and analyzing my placement.
I notice the space in my inner arm where everything could have been placed just about 1 or 2 cm over to the right (more towards my armpit) and then the pumpkin wouldn't awkwardly peep out onto my outer bicep and be even more subtle and inconspicuous in placement, BUT then it would be very hidden and really hard to see at all, unless my arms are held just right or something. I thought this was a good happy medium? really want to be able to see my tattoos at this point in my life because they bring me joy. I thought about these designs for years and the locations. I'm a 31 F.
These were my very first tattoos and got them together. love the Darwin placement, although now I'm like maybe it could have been smaller, and the pumpkin bird one didn't study how it looked when my arms were by my side so much with only the outline. thought it was placed pretty far inwards guess wouldn't to be able to see it a bit? had him replace it twice and then It got harder to see well because the sketch ink was everywhere. should ask or specify what dimension next time and draw on myself with washable marker at home constantly until am happy with my placement before going. did imaginary placements at home, but in the end, here am not happy with it entirely months later.
l just feel like hindsight is 2020 unfortunately and there are things I didn't realize or think about, like future tattoo additions. I did not realize how attracted I would be to getting more. I thought I was probably only going to get one more tattoo and now I'm just dreaming up so many. Thank god I have some rationality to my impulsivity.
I had thought about these ideas for years, but when I finally decided to make the leap to finally get them, I feel guilty that maybe my excitement lead into a bit of impulsively and not throughout thinking through EVERY aspect of the tattoo.
Not looking for ridicule or shame. A bit of a perfectionist here and looking for validation. In the end, I tell myself that do love my tattoo. am glad can see it and the tattoos themselves have their initial meaning and the meaning of nothing can be perfect and that you love and you learn, so to speak.
I want my next tattoo to be more out next child. The blue bird on the first tattoo represents my first baby and feel that the next tattoo has to be equal in size and be visible to me because want my children to be equally loved in life and depicted on my arm . My husband thinks I'm ridiculous, but feel like ingest that subsequent children get jipped so often and atleast don't want to do that to him / her with my tattoos. doubt they may ever be like "well why does he have a bigger tattoo than I do? You can't even see the tattoo you got for me." Ect.
Anyone else have similar thoughts for their children tattoos?

I haven’t spoken to my mom in 9 months, and I don’t plan on mending my relationship with her. A little context, I moved abroad to pursue my studies and now I plan on staying after they are done. I told my dad this, at first he was hesitant but eventually agreed. However, my mom poised his mind and told him I was up to no good and that I will ruin my life by following a non Islamic path. On the contrary, since I moved from home, I become closer to god because I finally have the mental peace that I have been longing for. I am not longer in a society that is based on wealth, superficiality and laziness. My mom told me if I wanted to stay there, then I will not be her daughter. Two weeks ago, I found out my sister got two tattoos and my mom allowed her to do so. This made my head spin, because this was a woman that was blocking my blooming career due the fact that it was abroad, however letting my sister get a tattoo. I cannot wrap my head around this as, she acts like she’s religious and pious, but picks and chooses what’s okay and what’s not okay. After hearing this, I am definitely not going to make mends with her, and live my life in a way that makes me happy. How do I deal with someone like this ?

General
I am looking for a lady between 28 and 35 years old, for a committed monogamous childfree relationship. My goal is to become a true team, supporting each other, caring for each other, nurturing each other and helping each other grow and realise our goals and dreams as much as possible. I'm hoping to find someone that values a relationship as much as I do and takes it seriously. It's not the only thing my life revolves around, but it's also not just something 'nice to have' for me.
I tried to be as concise as possible while still providing what details I think are crucial to know; I realise this post turned out very long, but I prefer those because I can get as good an idea as possible with detailed descriptions, bar actually talking to the person, and find that very valuable, so if that also applies to you, that would be awesome.
Basics
I am 186cm tall, slim/fit built, dark brown hair, brown eyes. Both my arms are tattooed (full sleeve), as are my calves and the areas above my ankles. Regarding pictures see below. I am a runner (ranging from 5k to full marathon), training multiple times a week. I'm also vegan. My love languages are physical touch and words of affirmation. While I am mostly securely attached, withdrawing from me triggers anxiety and I have made a horrible experience with a fearful avoidant partner in the past, so that is something I fear I cannot deal with again.
I am also an atheist.
I am a very warm, soft and sensitive person, I think I am humorous, I am self reflecting a lot and I can also be really passionate and romantic. Those are traits that also are really important to me in a woman.
I can be quite social, I am a good talker, but also love to listen to really get to know someone on a deeper level. I can enjoy an evening out with friends just as much as the silence of sitting at the shores of the river and watching the sunset in solitude (although I've been craving to watch it together with a partner for a really long time now). I can be out in a pub, at a rave, a metal show or in the stadium watching football and have the time of my life, but I cannot do these things every day; I need recharge time (on the sofa, in the woods for a run, a lazy Sunday staying in bed etc.). This should give you an idea; basically, I am a homebody that thoroughly enjoys going out in moderation.
I won't say too much about hobbies; suffice it to say I am into the dark, the obscure, the macabre, the occult, the mysterious, the erotic. It won't surprise you that I had a gothic phase in my youth, bonus points if you did too!
What I am looking for
Although similar hobbies and interests are a plus (and there have to be at least a couple things we have in common), emotional and sexual compatibility are more important to me. I am a very sensitive and emotional person (I do cry easily and by this point I don't think I'll ever be able to change that, sorry), so if you're too, we will definitely understand each other. I need someone who I can open up to (which I do rather quickly, anyway), be myself, bare my soul to and I need these things from you, too. I've had my share of emotionally unavailable women who were afraid of intimacy so I know I can't deal with that again because of the way how those things affect me. I am always emotionally invested with the woman I pursue and in those cases that was to my detriment. But my ability to feel so deep is also something I wouldn't want to change because as of yet, although it's getting harder, I haven't given up on finding someone.
With those emotional needs come two requirements that I found to be vital over the years: First, being able to be silly and cutesy together and to accept each other's inner child and care for it. I am not talking about having to deal with another person's immaturity or inability to perform basic adult skills, rather with the way sadness, hurt, anxiety and being overwhelmed manifests for me (and maybe for you, too?). I need someone who is able to comfort me, to hold me, to allow me to be weak and needy for a while until I've calmed down, and I'm more than ready to offer the same. Your inner child can come out for a while, no problem (: Also in a positive way: Thankfully, today everyone seems to be understanding of the cuteness overload cats (or any animal baby, really) can cause; I need that with a partner. I also still have plushies as comfort animals (some of which in quite a litteral sense as they make for really amazing pillows) and ideally, you do too.
There is a saying that in every relationship, one person is the stronger one. In the past, I have been with women who obviously were stronger than me, but that doesn't mean they always had to be strong, far from it. I certainly, like I said, need to be able to feel protected, but it's not like I'm a particularly needy partner, like everyone, I have my ups and downs, but I can pull my weight and have been told by past partners that I am very caring and that they felt safe and understood with me, and providing that for my partner is really important for me as well – this just to put the picture I'm (somewhat haphazardly) trying to paint into perspective.
Second, sexual compatibility. I have a high libido and I have kinks, so you should, too, in order that we can explore and enjoy them together. I found out how fulfilling living out those fantasies can be after years of never being able to try and in a relationship, sexual fulfillment for both partners is a must for me. Someone on here has coined the term 'filthy best friends and partners' which I have no shame to be stealing because it's such an apt description.
I'm looking for a balance between healthy independence and being emotionally present. A relationship where we 'get' each other; we're both each other's number one and treat each other like royalty. Where a disagreement leads to more intimacy between us as we understand better, not to resentment. Where we're comfortable baring our souls to each other, becoming a safe haven and secure base for each other. I don't like the modern notion that you 'should never feel too safe in a relationship' because that sounds like running from the mafia (and believe me, I love mafia movies); you should always put in effort, yes, but safety is one of the things I always want to experience and provide in a relationship. We shouldn't fear that a disagreement leads straight to breakup. I know ‘self-sufficiency’ is trending right now, but I feel like as partners, we’re partly responsible for each other and not our own but also each other’s happiness. Being dependant and dependable at the same time is important; making each other’s wellbeing a priority. I love the relationship model outlined in Stan Tatkin’s ‘Wired for Love’ and you should, too. If you’re not able to healthily depend on someone and their support while you’re having a hard time, look elsewhere. I know codependency is the latest thing everyone’s afraid of, but experiencing someone you’ve grown very attached to just bailing because they’re counterdependent and can’t stand working on themselves while simultaneously letting you in is something I’d rather not go through again. If I have to be afraid you’ll run at the first major problem that surfaces, even if it’s a ‘you’-problem, it’s not going to work. I think that all things can and need to be talked about. If you think ignoring someone for days is a form of communication, please look elsewhere. If you think’s it’s okay to lovebomb someone and then leave after a couple of months with the minimum amount of information and no proper conversation because you’re not ready to own up to what’s happening to you emotionally, please look elsewhere.
I am looking for someone real. We all have our problems, I don't want or need a 'perfect' person. You don't have everything figured out or 'all your shit' together. Be imperfect. Admit when you feel sad and angry, lonely, hopeless or even helpless – it's all relatable. Don't hide it. Be quirky, be dorky, be witchy, be opinionated, be yourself. Don't pretend.
I'm looking for someone to share romance with. Not great gestures, but small, meaningful ones. Poems for each other, expressing our feelings; cards with heartfelt messages that we put our perfume/cologne on, and a symbol that means something to us only, the print of your lips with lipstick, the way I sign and seal my letters for you.
Just as important to me is agreeing on living a healthy life, staying in shape both for ourselves and for each other, regularly working out and eating healthy. I am drug and disease-free and expect the same of you. I do drink as I love a good beer or glass of wine, rum or whiskey, but I've never really been drinking much and especially during the past year have further reduced it. One vice I have is that I enjoy a couple of cigars a year, but I can definitely accommodate you in this regard.
Another important point is aligned life goals: many childfree people seem to be adventurous, but that is a trait I don't associate with myself at all. I value safety more than adventure. I want to build a home together with my partner, a safespace for the both of us, where we always feel loved and protected, a place that we create together, make it cozy together so we just love to get back home there wherever we might have been, a home we decorate together for Halloween (my favourite holiday) or Christmas or Springtime, as we live in tune with the seasons, seeing them change around us, enjoying nature on a walk or the rain outside, reading in our cozy home. I value stability and harmony.
Appearance-wise, I am into ladies on the smaller side (albeit not regarding height), so I'm looking for someone petite/slim/skinny/healthy-fit. Likewise, I am not really muscular and don't have visible abs; like I said, I'm a runner, so if you're more into the gym-type, I'm not a good fit.
The natural progression for me would be to move from text to voice calls, videochat and then meeting up, all of that rather sooner than later. Not that there’s a need to rush anything, but having my heart broken because I already developed feelings due to a longer timeframe and then everything unexpectedly turning to shit is not something I want to have to live through again. I’d rather see earlier if we’re compatible or not; as someone who catches feelings fast I need to protect myself, I unfortunately had to learn that
Caveats/Possible red flags

• I don't like travelling as it stresses me out; I don't mind being somewhere else for a week or two, but the organisation part of it drains my energy very quickly and dealing with stuff that doesn't work out is overwhelming to me. Smaller trips are ok, but I'm not the right person to travel the world with.
• I am not the most awake person in the morning (i.e. I identify as nightowl)
• I need space for my own projects/time to recharge after social interaction.
• While I feel like I am in tune with my inner child and working on/with it through therapy, I realise this is something that could be a turn-off for people.
• I have been diagnosed with depressive episodes in the past and am taking anti-depressants right now. I realise that I am a work in progress, maybe more so than in times past, but I manage and the fact that I'm putting myself out here is based on me being ready to get to know someone new.
• I want to create a home together here, as I'm firmly rooted where I was born; I realise this is a lot to ask, but I have seen many people here being open to moving, so I want to at least try reaching out to them.

If you're interested, feel free to message me and include some pictures of yourself and I will reply with my own. Have a nice day (:

I am looking for a lady between 25 and 35 years old, for a committed monogamous childfree relationship. My goal is to become a true team, supporting each other, caring for each other, nurturing each other and helping each other grow and realise our goals and dreams as much as possible. I'm hoping to find someone that values a relationship as much as I do and takes it seriously. It's not the only thing my life revolves around, but it's also not just something 'nice to have' for me.
I am 186cm tall, slim/fit built, dark brown hair, brown eyes. Both my arms are tattooed (full sleeve), as are my calves and the areas above my ankles. Regarding pictures see below. I am a runner, training multiple times a week. I'm also vegan. My love languages are physical touch and words of affirmation. While I am mostly securely attached, withdrawing from me triggers anxiety and I have made a horrible experience with an avoidant partner in the past, so that is something I fear I cannot deal with again.
I am also an atheist.
I am a very warm, soft and sensitive person, I think I am humorous, I am self reflecting a lot and I can also be really passionate and romantic. Those are traits that also are really important to me in a woman.
I can be quite social, I am a good talker, but also love to listen to really get to know someone on a deeper level. I can enjoy an evening out with friends just as much as the silence of sitting at the shores of the river and watching the sunset in solitude (although I've been craving to watch it together with a partner for a really long time now). I can be out in a pub, at a rave, a metal show or at a football game and have the time of my life, but I cannot do these things every day; I need recharge time (on the sofa, in the woods for a run, a lazy Sunday staying in bed etc.). This should give you an idea; basically, I am a homebody that thoroughly enjoys going out in moderation.
I won't say too much about hobbies; suffice it to say I am into the dark, the obscure, the macabre, the occult, the mysterious, the erotic. It won't surprise you that I had a gothic phase in my youth, bonus points if you did too!
What I'm looking for
Although similar hobbies and interests are a plus, emotional and intimate compatibility are more important to me. I am a very sensitive and emotional person (I do cry easily and by this point I don't think I'll ever be able to change that, sorry), so if you're too, we will definitely understand each other. I need someone who I can open up to (which I do rather quickly, anyway), be myself, bare my soul to and I need these things from you, too. I've had my share of emotionally unavailable women who were afraid of intimacy so I know I can't deal with that again because of the way how those things affect me. I am always emotionally invested with the woman I pursue and in those cases that was to my detriment. But my ability to feel so deep is also something I wouldn't want to change because as of yet, although it's getting harder, I haven't given up on finding someone.
With those emotional needs come two requirements that I found to be vital over the years: First, being able to be silly and cutesy together and to accept each other's inner child and care for it. I am not talking about having to deal with another person's immaturity or inability to perform basic adult skills, rather with the way sadness, hurt, anxiety and being overwhelmed manifests for me (and maybe for you, too?). I need someone who is able to comfort me, to hold me, to allow me to be weak and needy for a while until I've calmed down, and I'm more than ready to offer the same. Your inner child can come out for a while, no problem (: Also in a positive way: Thankfully, today everyone seems to be understanding of the cuteness overload cats (or any animal baby, really) can cause; I need that with a partner. I also still have plushies as comfort animals and ideally, you do too.
Apparently in every relationship, one person is the stronger one. In the past, I have been with women who obviously were stronger than me, but that doesn't mean they always had to be strong, far from it. I certainly need to be able to feel protected, but it's not like I'm a particularly needy partner, like everyone, I have my ups and downs, but I can pull my weight and have been told by past partners that I am very caring and that they felt safe and understood with me, and providing that for my partner is really important for me as well.
Second, intimate compatibility. I am rather insatiable and love to experiment when it comes to the bedroom, so you should, too, in order that we can explore and enjoy together. I found out how fulfilling living out those fantasies can be after years of never being able to try and in a relationship, this kind of fulfillment for both partners is a must for me. I found the term 'filthy best friends and partners' to be a perfect description.
I'm looking for a balance between healthy independence and being emotionally present. A relationship where we 'get' each other; we're both each other's number one and treat each other like royalty. Where a disagreement leads to more intimacy between us as we understand better, not to resentment. Where we're comfortable baring our souls to each other, becoming a safe haven and secure base for each other. I don't like the modern notion that you 'should never feel too safe in a relationship' because that sounds like running from the mafia (and believe me, I love mafia movies); you should always put in effort, yes, but safety is one of the things I always want to experience and provide in a relationship. We shouldn't fear that a disagreement leads straight to breakup. I know ‘self-sufficiency’ is trending right now, but I feel like as partners, we’re partly responsible for each other and not our own but also each other’s happiness. Being dependant and dependable at the same time is important; making each other’s wellbeing a priority. If you’re not able to healthily depend on someone and their support while you’re having a hard time, look elsewhere. If I have to be afraid you’ll run at the first major problem that surfaces, even if it’s a ‘you’-problem, it’s not going to work. I think that all things can and need to be talked about. If you think ignoring someone for days is a form of communication, please look elsewhere.
I am looking for someone real. We all have our problems, I don't want or need a 'perfect' person. You don't have everything figured out or 'all your shit' together. Be imperfect. Admit when you feel sad and angry, lonely, hopeless or even helpless – it's all relatable. Don't hide it. Be quirky, be dorky, be witchy, opinionated, be yourself. Don't pretend.
I'm looking for someone to share romance with. Not great gestures, but small, meaningful ones. Poems for each other, expressing our feelings; cards with heartfelt messages that we put our perfume/cologne on, and a symbol that means something to us only, the print of your lips with lipstick, the way I sign and seal my letters for you.
Just as important to me is agreeing on living a healthy life, staying in shape both for ourselves and for each other, regularly working out and eating healthy. I am drug and disease-free and expect the same of you. I do drink as I love a good beer or glass of wine, rum or whiskey, but I've never really been drinking much and especially during the past year have further reduced it. One vice I have is that I enjoy a couple of cigars a year, but I can definitely accommodate you in this regard.
Another important point is aligned life goals: I value safety more than adventure. I want to build a home together with my partner, a safespace for the both of us, where we always feel loved and protected, a place that we create together, make it cozy together so we just love to get back home there wherever we might have been, a home we decorate together for Halloween (my favourite holiday) or Christmas or Springtime, as we live in tune with the seasons, enjoying nature on a walk or the rain outside, reading in our cozy home. I value stability and harmony.
Appearance-wise, I am into ladies on the smaller side), so I'm looking for someone petite/slim/skinny/healthy-fit. Likewise, I am not really muscular and don't have visible abs; like I said, I'm a runner, so if you're more into the gym-type, I'm not a good fit.
I’d prefer to move from text to voice calls, videochat and then meeting up, all of that rather sooner than later. Not that there’s a need to rush anything, but I’d rather see earlier if we’re compatible or not; as someone who catches feelings fast I need to protect myself.
Caveats

• I don't like travelling as it stresses me out; I don't mind being somewhere else for a week or two, but the organisation part of it drains my energy very quickly and dealing with stuff that doesn't work out is overwhelming to me. Smaller trips are ok, but I'm not the right person to travel the world with.
• I am not the most awake person in the morning (i.e. I identify as nightowl)
• I don't want children and had a vasectomy
• I need space for my own projects/time to recharge after social interaction.
• While I feel like I am in tune with my inner child and working on/with it through therapy, I realise this is something that could be a turn-off for people.
• I have been diagnosed with depressive episodes in the past and am taking anti-depressants right now. I realise that I am a work in progress, maybe more so than in times past, but I manage and the fact that I'm putting myself out here is based on me being ready to get to know someone new.
• I want to create a home together here, as I'm firmly rooted where I was born; I realise this is a lot to ask, but I have seen many people here being open to moving, so I want to at least try reaching out to them.

If you're interested, feel free to message me and include some pictures of yourself and I will reply with my own. Have a nice day (:

Finding a non-feminist woman in 2024 seemed impossible… until Hinge saved my dating life.
Hello 🙋‍♂️ Little success story here. I am 31 and politically align as a moderate. (No, Reddit, that doesn’t mean I am a Conservative.) I wanted a traditional, good-hearted woman who respects traditional feminine and masculine roles, who will step into my frame and complement my life. This is a tall order in a major progressive city in 2024.
Some women want a tall man or a guy earning six figures. Well, a traditional family is simply what I wanted. I know this because I have spent most of my life courting girls who simply aren’t what I want. It's been incredibly bumpy with a lot of tears. In the last year alone, I must have been on dates with over 50 women, 10 of which turned into something more. Some were from Hinge, some from speed dating (which I highly recommend if you are more charismatic than pleasing looking like myself).
It got to the point where I was fed up. Date after date, yeah, a lot were subjectively beautiful, but they just weren’t doing it for me. Or when they did do it for me, there was always a bombshell she dropped: either an incurable STI, completely opposing political values, or she had two children. Or, of course, she was not feeling me. There was always something, and none of these 30+ women had the appreciation of traditional values I was looking for. All identified themselves as feminists, and my last three girlfriends have been far-left-leaning social justice warriors who disagreed with my views on pretty much everything. I tried dating some conservative women to see how that was, and well, let’s just say never again. 😂
I realized I needed to get proactive, hone in, and get specific about what I wanted and didn’t want, even if it seemed like an incredibly tall order.
My list was something like:
Slim athletic figure Beautiful smile No kids (but wants kids) No tattoos Respects traditional values Culinary skills Agrees men are success objects, women are beauty/emotional objects Not politically charged Caring, loving, trustworthy, understanding Great at sex Wouldn’t mind dating a guy who’s currently earning under average, who’s a little chubby, short, and whose teeth are slightly stained yellow and brown I know, right? Seems like I am dreaming. So I decided to not actively swipe like a madman because I was burnt out. I just swiped now and again and focused on my mission/purpose in life for a few months.
And the results were insane. It’s like what your mind focuses on, you attract.
I found the loveliest, most respectful, beautiful woman with every single thing on that list. She has a genuine burning desire for me, and we are now official. This happened three months after I made that list. It subconsciously hyper-focused my energy.
So yeah, even if you feel like what you want doesn’t exist or will never be interested in you, just keep going and never give up. You know most people out there are probably not a good match for you as a life partner, but some are.
And again, despite what you guys might think, I am not a conservative, I am not red-pilled, I am not a bigot or a racist, and I strive for an equal quality of life for everyone. I just know what I want, and clearly, that paid off.
Thanks for reading my success story. Have a blessed day, all.
Happy swiping!

We dated for 2 years. She loved tattoos & maybe had 6 tattoos when we were dating. TBH, I never liked tattoos but I don't judge people's for having it. Once we had a argument on a topic that she had a tattoo right over her vag*na written as " Jame's Property" ( James is my surname ). She said she had done this for me. I appreciated her but also I told her it wasn't necessary. I told her she doesn't need to show her love by marking her body & I love her for being herself. She took it offensively & started to argue with me saying I don't love her & I don't appreciate her efforts for our relationship. He had an argument but was able to solve it & pass through it.
Then she asked me to have a tattoo of her name in my neck as her birthday present. She knew that I absolutely hate tattoos & I do participate in blood donation events so its a big no from me. I told her she can ask anything but I won't have any tattoo. She again started to argue with me but I was farm with my decision. Then she lost it. Called me names, shouted at me & accused me for using her. I couldn't believe what I was hearing from her at that moment. I realised our relationship was getting toxic. I wanted to end it but wanted to give it another go because I loved her. To my suprise, She broke up with me saying she can't be with someone who doesn't love her. Before I could do anything, I found myself blocked in her every social media.
2 years passed since then & I'm in lot better position right now. I'm doing really well & I'm earning a fair income too. I gained new hobbies. I met new peoples & became friends with them. But last night, I got plenty of messages from my ex asking how was I. I wasn't expecting this cause I almost forgot that she existed ( because of they way parted ways ) but I didn't reply any of them. In Mid Night, I get bunch of calls from her but didn't pick any of them. In the early morning, she again called me & was sending me messages continuesly. Finally I picked her call & she said we need to talk. I told her what & she Immediately said she made a huge mistake by breaking up with me. That she misses me & she wants me back. She also said she won't force me for anything again & will try to remove those tattoos if I want. I was listening her but for some reason I didn't feel anything. Its maybe because my life became more beautiful without her in this 2 years & I don't want to sacrifice it. I just said " Fuck off & never try to contact me again". Then I blocked her.
Don't know what I did was right or wrong but I shared it with some of my friends today. Some of them said I did the right thing, some of them said I was extra cruel on her for saying it because she was trying to get a chance to fix our broken relationship.
AIW?

My current GF (18F) and I (19M), have been arguing about getting a tattoo on my body of the name of a recently passed friend (18F) who happened to be a girl. I have been dating my romantic Girlfriend for about a year now and when my romantic girlfriend and I first met I had a platonic girl-friend who I’ve known since I was little. A Couple months before my romantic girlfriend and I met, my platonic friend admitted to me that she’s always had feelings for me since we were younger, I had told her that the feelings were not reciprocated from my end and I wanted to stay as friends. After this she would make some jokes/comments about her feelings for me and I would sometimes go along with them by joking back all though she knew i wasn’t wanting anything to come from them. When my current romantic GF came into my life my platonic friend knew I wanted something serious with her but she still crossed some of my boundaries by continuing with the jokes and comments and sending explicit photos while I was spending time with my current gf. Because my current gf and I weren’t comfortable with this and my platonic friend didn’t respect my boundaries I let the friendship go although I stilled cared and had love for her. December of this last year (2023) my friend passed away and it was hard for me given the connection we had not even a year ago, I’ve been wanting to get a tattoo to honour her because of our years of friendship before things got awkward but my current gf is very uncomfortable with it because of how my relationship ended with her.
My romantic GF only knows her as someone who interfered with our relationship so it’s hard for her to understand and let go of that. However me and this platonic friend were very close beyond her feelings for me and she was there through a lot of my hard times. I really don’t know what to do, I really want to honour and remember her with this tattoo however my GF thinks it might end up making our relationship awkward having to be reminded of the situation we had dealt with at the start of our relationship.
What do I do and how do I help my girlfriend understand me?
TLDR: my gf doesn’t approve of a name tattoo of a passed platonic gf because she had developed feelings towards of our friendship.

We dated for 2 years. She loved tattoos & maybe had 6 tattoos when we were dating. TBH, I never liked tattoos but I don't judge people's for having it. Once we had a argument on a topic that she had a tattoo right over her vag*na written as " Jame's Property" ( James is my surname ). She said she had done this for me. I appreciated her but also I told her it wasn't necessary. I told her she doesn't need to show her love by marking her body & I love her for being herself. She took it offensively & started to argue with me saying I don't love her & I don't appreciate her efforts for our relationship. He had an argument but was able to solve it & pass through it.
Then she asked me to have a tattoo of her name in my neck as her birthday present. She knew that I absolutely hate tattoos & I do participate in blood donation events so its a big no from me. I told her she can ask anything but I won't have any tattoo. She again started to argue with me but I was farm with my decision. Then she lost it. Called me names, shouted at me & accused me for using her. I couldn't believe what I was hearing from her at that moment. I realised our relationship was getting toxic. I wanted to end it but wanted to give it another go because I loved her. To my suprise, She broke up with me saying she can't be with someone who doesn't love her. Before I could do anything, I found myself blocked in her every social media.
2 years passed since then & I'm in lot better position right now. I'm doing really well & I'm earning a fair income too. I gained new hobbies. I met new peoples & became friends with them. But last night, I got plenty of messages from my ex asking how was I. I wasn't expecting this cause I almost forgot that she existed ( because of the way we parted ways ) but I didn't reply any of them. In Mid Night, I get bunch of calls from her but didn't pick any of them. In the early morning, she again called me & was sending me messages continuesly. Finally I picked her call & she said we need to talk. I told her what & she Immediately said she made a huge mistake by breaking up with me. That she misses me & she wants me back. She also said she won't force me for anything again & will try to remove those tattoos if I want. I was listening her but for some reason I didn't feel anything. Its maybe because my life became more beautiful without her in this 2 years & I don't want to sacrifice it. I just said " Fuck off & never try to contact me again". Then I blocked her.
Don't know what I did was right or wrong but I shared it with some of my friends today. Some of them said I did the right thing, some of them said I was extra cruel on her for saying it because she was trying to get a chance to fix our broken relationship.

I'm told women want a man who knows what he wants, so here's the whole nine yards. If there is anything here that you are not willing to accept, then don't. You will not change me now or years down the line. Obviously I intend to grow and mature (as one ought to), but I have decided who I am and what I want out of a relationship.
I am looking for a woman that I can make a permanent covenant bond with; I have no interest in flings or "long-term relationships."
I don't intend to come across as bitter or angry with any of this, just clear and up-front. It makes things easier for both of us.
A bit about me:
My faith in Christ is paramount in my life. I would not be where I am without him. In taking interests in various things, I've learned a lot about God's character and design. Each new thing I learn fills me with more worship of him and wonder at his works. It is very important to me that you share this admiration of God.
I have a full-time job that I am very satisfied with, but what I feel truly passionate about is art and storytelling. To be honest, I've hit a bit of a block lately as far as my output. But I've been trying to find my feet so I can make something valuable to share with the world. I think that art and stories are a fundamental part of being human, not just a luxury. So pretty much any kind of art will spark passion in me, be it music, cinema, video games, literature, video essay, sculpture, etc. I could go back and forth for hours on a lot of things. My hope is that you and I will be able to enjoy art together and create some of our own.
I frequently spend time with another gentleman from my Church and we enjoy conversations about personal projects and contemporary issues, along with walks along beaches and park trails. He is a very important friend in my life, and I am lucky to know such a kind soul. Things aren't well with my family, so I really need that kind of presence.
While I rely on my bicycle for transport (no car), it's not a problem for me. I've been riding bikes since I was in elementary school (maybe even before). It would be really nice to ride down some trails with you.
What I expect from you:
-You need to be a follower of Jesus Christ. God needs to be an active part of your life because I intend to raise our children under Biblical values.
-You need hobbies and interests apart from me. I'm fine with helping you find things you like.
-You need to have no mileage.
-You must be humble and respectful. "Boss babe" attitudes are not attractive to me.
-You cannot have any tattoos or piercings.
-No cosmetic products. It's not good for your body and I am attracted women, not makeup. This includes fake nails and fake eyelashes. I don't need you to look "pretty." You character is more important to me.
-Related to the previous, no use of image filters in photos. I do not like the type of people who are vain and vapid enough to feel the need to use filters on their photos.
-Again related to the previous, you need to have a limited social media presence. If you have a business or post something of value (like art, for example), then I have no problem. What I'm talking about is having an Instagram or Facebook account where you make random posts to nobody in particular to "update" the internet on your life or post tons of pictures of yourself online. Basing your self-worth on the comments and likes from strangers on the internet is unhealthy, and I find people's obsessive need to take pictures of themselves very unattractive and vain.
-If we marry, I expect you treat me as the head of the house. There can't be two leaders in a household because one will have to submit to the other.
-I expect you to view marriage as something that you put work into. Marriages are a team effort, so I expect you to be a help meet.
-You need to treat me like a partner, not an adversary. Getting into arguments and nagging me helps neither of us. You must have conflict-resolution skills and a solution mindset.
-You need excellent communication skills. This means understanding yourself, putting your thoughts into words other people can understand, and verbalizing things rather than expecting me to read your thoughts.
-You cannot play games with me. Telling me about other guys to make me jealous or planning dates for specific days to pressure me into committing to you are wicked and manipulative.
-While we are dating, you cannot have a "backup plan." I expect you to not be splitting your attention between me and other men. This includes spending time outside of work with other men (family excluded).
-You must be in shape. Don't be dishonest with yourself about your weight; check your BMI. This includes being underweight, anorexic, and bulimic.
-You cannot have taken any COVID-19 vaccinations from any provider.
-No smoking, drugs, or drunkenness.
-I expect you to completely renounce fast food if we date or marry. We will never feed our children McDonald's.
What you can expect from me:
-While we are dating, I will not be speaking to other women.
-I cannot meet your height, money, or attractiveness expectations. I am simply an average dude. I am critical, abstract, and imaginative in my thinking though.
-I will not ask you to do something that is unreasonable or demeaning. I will only ask of you what I expect from myself. No relationship is going to be 50/50 100% of the time, but I will put forth the effort I am able to. I expect the same out of you.
-I will not raise my hand against you. My hands will be a safe place for you.
-I will be available to listen to your troubles and help you bear through them.
-I will not demean you or humiliate you, whether or not you are in the room.
-I will show leadership in our house and exercise restraint with a mild temper.
-I will cherish you and treat you as my own body.
-I will devote myself to displaying my love for you in a language you understand, even if I am feeling distant from you because of troubles we face. I expect the same from you.
-I will not turn to another woman and betray you.
-I intend to keep every promise that I make with you.
-I will treat our children with patience and kindness, but diligently discipline them and instruct them appropriately.
Please tell me a bit about yourself and what you expect out of a relationship, but be practical and clear. A list of platitudes like "loyal, honest, etc" does not help me understand what you're looking for. Think about what your expectations look like in a tangible, everyday way.

So, first things first, this coin is inspired on Matt Furie, the guy who created Pepe the frog, and let me tell you, I didn't know who he was but he is really cool!!
$METTFURE is a coin that went through its first pump after being launched and as it's natural it went down to about 20k MC (buy-low-sell-high music for smart money degens). That's where things start to look up in a way you don't have to gamble when you make the right calls.
Now here comes why I think this one is the best scenario for this specific coin.
1. ✅ Community, leaders and their vision. I got here a couple of days ago like whatever, and I'm already a huge believer in $METTFURE. First a friend recommended it and sent me an airdrop, but once I saw all they had as a community and their mentality, I really aped in. Just hearing some guys in the VCs talk made me feel like I wanted to be a part of this. It was incredible. Their marketing plans, the way they narrate their passion for the project, their friendliness and open mind for ideas kinda made me feel like I'm part of a low key pretty good-looking cult. I'm not exaggerating: WE ARE GETTING TATTOOS AT 1M MC!!!! I hadn't had this fun with memecoins in a while fr.
2. ✅ Really strong visuals. This one touched the bottom with a bunch of gigaChads that truly believe in the project and really took the time to do animations for stickers, artwork, videos, you name it. You don't see that so often, not with this quality anyway, ngl they are on point, that's the first thing that catches your eye tbh and makes it pleasant to be in the group, especially with my taste for trippy art.
3. ✅ Potent Metrics.

• Higher floor everyday for the last few days and more people sharing the vision of $METTFURE. Just look at our chart.
• More TG members everyday, from 390 to 440 in 2 days.
• More engagement being noticed with increased raiding power, soon we'll be at the top of that leaderboard, and we're stocked for that!

4. ✅ We are so early really! Solana is headed for a big bull run this cycle with strong metrics. ATH transactions being finally tested and Phantom wallet hitting 7 million monthly users are not things to pass by. So this next few months are going to be key to choose where your bets will be. Many people will go toward 30 million MCs and upwards of that, what they don't realize is that you if put a 100th of the amount you put there into a few well selected microcaps with a strong approach, you can be making some 1,000x and in some cases when you know how to hold, even a 10,000x. Also you don't need to go crazy to achieve those results, a few hundred bucks will change your life.
5. ✅ Matt Furie is such a nice dude to look up to! While your average influencer in crypto seems to be problematic, ours is a role model which is very cool and highly convenient for the long-term stability of the coin. Also he created freaking PEPE! it will be really cool to see him up there with his creation as $METTFURE and everybody will like that.
Conclusion: I'll take a boat ride with you when we are all rich and remember fun times in this amazing community, I'll even show off my tattoo 😄.
Grab your bag of a hundred bucks, don't go crazy! DYOR and probably like me you'll find how big of an opportunity this is! $METTFURE

I 24M am thinking about totally giving up on the concept of love and relationship. It’s not out of jealousy or FOMO. Till 3 years I had a relationship that went on for a good 3 years, we had plans to get married, I was very serious about the relationship and her and made it clear, she said she felt the same. She was the love of my life and I never wished for anything other than her being happy, years went by and then started the fake fights, I started to sense something was off, one day she dropped the text of parting ways, I asked her to re-consider (yaha cool hoke bata raha hu, tab ro raha tha baithke) she said she needed time, after a break of 10 days she said she wants to break up, I knew that she had made her mind and there was nothing left for me to do to stop her and ask her to stay, as I already did all these things. When asked the reason, all she said was how me making her a priority was taking a toll on her along with letting my parents know about her and about the tattoo I had of her, all those things pressurised her, she said. But always was keen to meet my mother, and she was the happiest when I got that tattoo done. I knew she wasn’t telling me the truth. But as there was nothing left for me to say or do, I bid her adieu. The break up fucked me real bad, but I didn’t bother her, after a year by a common friend I came to know that she has been in a relationship with some other dude since we broke up and she was texting him even when we had ours going on. I asked my ex regarding this, but all I ended up receiving was fake reasons and accusations. It shocked me to the core. Cut to a few months back, during my sem exams I saw a girl, all those feelings and emotions that went away came flooding back. I confessed but she didn’t give an answer, but by the looks of it, it appeared that she reciprocated the same, yesterday I thought about asking her one more time, she told me that she doesn’t plan on being in a relationship ever, well it was over for me. Since, yesterday I’m feeling totally shattered, anxious and depressed. I don’t think I could take any more heartbreaks now. Maybe, there’s no one for me. All I wanted was to feel loved, someone who genuinely cared about me, but all I could get in this gamble was an empty hand, betrayal and heart-break. Shayad main abhi bhi nahi samjha paaya ki main kya bolna chahta hu, but thanks for reading💖

To start things off you can call me Jordan. I'm 33 years old from Louisville, Kentucky, and it doesn't matter where you're from.
I'm okay if you're local or nearby but if you are looking for an LDR I'm fine starting off that way as well.
I'm of average height, overweight but the healthiest I have ever been and will continue improving my life.
I love going on hikes, reading, stargazing, listening to music, watching good films/shows, and being a great listener.
I'm empathetic and I try my hardest to put myself in other peoples shoes, having different perspectives is a good thing.
I'm looking for a woman who is intelligent, empathetic, loving, and funny!
Mexican food is the best food on earth, and it's not debatable. The spicier the better.
Lover of all things weird and spooky.
No tattoos or piercings but I would love to get a tattoo one day.
I work the graveyard shift and I love it, so other timezones are fine.
Message me if interested!

I think my progress has been good. I was going every 6-7 weeks but in the last three sessions they have been 7-10+ weeks apart. I did get a cover up of one of them, it was light enough. My tattoo artist whom I’ve been working with for 2 years will be doing coverups for the other ones when they are light enough to get something I’m 100% in love with. I will probably go for almost total removal for that.
For the people scrolling through as they struggle with starting their removal journey. It is hard, it is long, it is painful, it is expensive BUT for all the struggle it is worth investing into yourself and your happiness. I have no regrets and some may say I’m crazy for continuing to get tattoos after the fact. I know what I want, I know what happened with the ones I’m removing and I know I’m happy with my choices at the end of the day.
Don’t let the people around you sway you from doing things that make you happy, make your life better, help your self image, fix regrets, make room for newer better tattoos. Whatever your situation, make the choice that matters most to you.
Details: Picoway They were 2-3 months healed when I started removal
I’ll answer any questions!

"We're your mates." Mates? Six mates? How could it be?! "Wait a minute... you said all of you. That's not how mates work. Fated mates are two people, not an entire harem." I hissed as I shook my head. "This conversation is ridiculous because it's not real." Silence filled the space between us for several long seconds. "You really want us to leave?" My stomach twisted at his words. We just met, and yet he sounded devastated as he asked the question. I silently cursed myself for causing the change I heard. If I was a better person, I would say something else. "Yes." "Fine, we'll leave, but only on one condition. Buss each one of us. Then, if you feel nothing, we'll walk out of here without protest." ———————— I would die in this very spot, and no one would have a clue. Six hours... I'd been trapped under this pile of random things for six hours. My hips and back ached from how long I'd been stuck in this exact position. I'd tried everything I could think of, but the massive pile of unknown stuff never moved. Something heavy had landed on my back, keeping me pinned face down on scattered newspapers and the occasional book. How did I know there were books when I couldn't see them? Because of the sharp corners stabbing into me. If that level of depressing suckage wasn't enough, I had to pee. My bladder hurt... felt like it was about to burst. Because of course, the first time I decided to drink spirits, I'd end up faced and trapped under a pile of a hoarder's treasure. To relieve some of the pressure off my cheek, I dug my shoulder into the newspaper floor and tilted my head until my forehead pressed against the mess underneath me. The small amount of relief I felt from the change of position was enough to stop me from going insane. For now. Ding dong. "You've got to be shitting me." I grumbled into the ancient newspapers. Someone at the door wouldn't matter. I couldn't get off the floor... erm, pile of stuff that acted as a floor, to answer the door. Whoever was on the other side would eventually think someone wasn't home and leave. And so would my only chance at being rescued. "Ha." I couldn't stop the sarcastic laugh from escaping. Even if they did come in, whoever they were wouldn't want to sign up for this insanity. I didn't even want to deal with this nightmare my life had become. Thanks mom. Ding dong. Ding dong. Who rang the doorbell multiple times? Seriously, just go away and let me die. Sure, I would be in the hall of shame for dumb ways to go, but I'd already accepted my fate. Not only would I die in one of the most embarrassing ways in history, I'd go with the dullest life experiences. Why? Because I'd always done what I was supposed to do... every single expectation my parents had, I jumped at the chance to please them. I was an idiot. A boring, lame, not once destined to save the world, sheltered little girl that grew in an inexperienced woman. My life was pathetic. "Parker, are you okay?" The deep voice sent shivers through me. I imagined this unknown man growling in my ear. Then my senses came back to me. While I was on the verge of being crushed to death, someone had broken into my house. Great, just what I needed. Good luck mister robber. If you can find anything valuable, then you deserved it. The logical side of my brain caught up to current events. First thing, a robber wouldn't call out my name as he broke into my house. Second, I didn't know anyone with a voice so delicious... uh, I meant distinct. Yeah. Should I respond or hope they gave up and left? My mother would have insisted I remain silent. Her voice slid through my memory. "Men were a distraction to a woman's career." I rolled my eyes at the phrase she'd said throughout my childhood and even after I'd moved out on my own. If I was going to leave this world, it would be after doing something ridiculous. I'd call the man with the delicious voice over, then I could die from embarrassment. "I'm over here!" What I'd intended to be a shout came out more as a breathy moan. I barely had room to breathe. It seemed shouting was impossible. A burning hot pain shot through my neck as I tried to turn my head to see the footsteps that approached. Nope, that wasn't going to happen. My mysterious, silver tongued hero or burglar's looks would have to remain a mystery just a bit longer. "Over here!" Just like last time, his voice made me shudder. With a voice like that, the man had to be hot. I hoped he had a beard... and tattoos. Not only would it make my mother roll in her grave, I'd always loved looking at burly, tatted up, bearded guys. Add in hair that was long enough to pull and I couldn't think of a good reason to ever leave the house. The crushing weight finally lifted off me. I sucked in a deep breath, then immediately regretted it as I choked on the oxygen. My lungs seized as the rush of air shocked them. Hands grabbed my arms and shoulders, then the world tilted as they lifted me to my feet. I bent over and grabbed my knees as my equilibrium spun. Hands patted my back, helping me calm. Actually, there were more than two hands. I counted enough to equal three people. When I got my breathing under control, I dared follow the black boots that stood at the top of my vision. My gaze slid up, taking in black cargo pants that rode low on a pair of hips. Further up, a black tactical vest contained... bottles of cleaning solution. What the heck? The moment I went full vertical, my balance tilted again. I stepped back to catch myself. In front of me stood a massive man, the kind I had to look up to just to catch a view of his chin... his bearded chin. My fingers itched with the need to touch it. I didn't. It would be weird to stroke a hot stranger's beard. Wouldn't it? I shook my head. Of course it would be weird. I turned, taking in the four men and one woman standing all around me. The sound of newspapers sliding preceding my right foot slid out from underneath me. The giant of a man caught me before I fell on my hips in front of everyone. They all wore similar black tactical gear with cleaning supplies. Colorful bottles of solution, a duster, a roll of trash bags, and... was that a broom and a mop with shoulder straps? Who were these people? "Parker, are you okay?" The deliciously deep voice asked from behind me. After a few tries, I accepted the fact that I was speechless. My brain nudged at me, telling me I'd missed a crucial detail. Every brain cell misfired as I looked them over again. Correction, five of them wore black tactical gear. Every single one of them was drop dead gorgeous, and it made me feel out of place. One of the guys stood off to the side with his arms crossed over his chest. I blinked. No, that couldn't be right. I blinked again, but the sight stayed the same. A man stood taller than those closest to him. Peeking over his crossed arms was a ruffled white fabric with black lace woven through it and tied in a bow. There was even a small scattering of chest hair sticking over the edge. The hem of the skirt ended well above his knee, revealing a tattoo that covered his entire right thigh. My gaze traveled up to his face. A plush black beard contrasted with the skimpy maid's outfit he wore. "I..." Words failed me again. I gestured to the man whose outfit didn't fit the others. He rolled his eyes as he tightened his grip on his arms. "They thought it would be funny to prank me. Did you know, not only did they buy this ridiculous outfit, they stole the rest of my clothes, so I'd have to wear this?" "Uh, no. I don't even know who all of you are." For whatever reason, it hadn't dawned on me that all these incredibly attractive people were standing in my house. Like inside, where they could take in the horror of what my mother left me to inherit. Mortification slammed into me. They'd seen the awful mess. "You all need to leave." "Parker?" The burly man's voice from behind me caught my attention. He waited until I turned around to continue. "You don't remember asking us to come here, do you?" Ice slid down my spine. I'd been pretty drunk last night, but since I'd never had spirits before and I'd decided to take shots of everything in my mother's 'social hour' cabinet, I wasn't even surprised I'd woken up with a hangover. "How much did you have to drink last night?" "Seeing how I'm awake now, apparently not enough. Who are you, and how do you know me?" The man bared his teeth at me, making a sound that I could only describe as a hiss. "Never again. From now on, if you need something, you ask us." I dismissed him with a wave of my hand. "Why would I ask you anything?" "Because we're your mates." Hard stop. Mates? A giddy feeling in my belly told me he didn't mean a friend. I held a finger up for him to give me a minute. A sharp pain slid through my abdomen, reminding me I had yet to relieve myself after my drunken night of mistakes. One of the other men spoke up. "I know it's a lot to take in, and you're probably really confused, but we are all your fated mates." I'd read enough werewolf romance novels to know what they meant, and they were dead wrong. Shifters weren't real. "Yeah mate, tell us what you need, and we'll get it for you." "I need to pee." And with that, I stomped out to the nearest bathroom and locked myself inside. Why wouldn't the ground open and swallow me whole? I sat on the bathroom floor with my back propped against the wall and hugged my legs to my chest as I rested my forehead on my knees. Not only had people witnessed the horror I lived in, but they had to be the hottest people in the world. Even the woman had made me look twice and left me shoving a deeper desire I refuse to even consider right now. Knock, knock. "Parker?" It was the giant of a man's voice. Why couldn't they leave so I could be alone? "Go away." I heard sounds on the other side of the door that sounded like he'd sat on the floor. "Come out and talk to us." I pressed my forehead against my knee harder, trying to ignore the giant bearded intercourse god. "Or, just talk to me. We're worried about you." My chest seized as I forced myself to take a deep breath. Irrational anger surged inside of me. Why didn't they understand I didn't want them here? "You don't even know me." The sound of his deep chuckle sent a warm wave of desire through me. Stupid hormones. "Twenty-four hours ago, I would have agreed with you. After last night, I feel like I know you on a level most others never will." What did I do last night? I still couldn't remember what I'd done. I swore to myself I'd never drink again. "It was all lies." "Why are you trying to push us away? What would be so wrong with letting someone in to help for once?" Memories of my parents’ fighting came back to me. It was my tenth birthday. When my dad found out my mom bought a cake for my birthday, he'd attacked her. Everything was a blur until he'd pinned her against the wall. She held a knife to his crotch and threatened him. He'd left and never returned that day. My mind shut down, preventing me from thinking about it any longer. "Because I can't afford to pay you and no one does anything out of the kindness of their heart." I couldn't keep the sarcastic tone out of my voice as I said it. "Parker, you're missing a vital part of this dynamic." Silently, I chanted over and over for him to not use the word mates again. It couldn't be real. Paranormal romance novels weren't real... neither were shifters nor the perfect person walking into my life and devoting themselves to me. That was a fairytale, not reality. "Mates. Just to see a smile cross your lips, I'd clean this entire property. Throw in the others, and we'd do anything to see you happy." He tapped something on the door. "I can scent your annoyance through the door." "Wait a minute... you said all of you. That's not how mates work. Fated mates are two people, not an entire harem." I hissed as I shook my head. "This conversation is ridiculous because it's not real." Silence filled the space between us for several long seconds. "You really want us to leave?" My stomach twisted at his words. We just met, and yet he sounded devastated as he asked the question. I silently cursed myself for causing the change I heard. If I was a better person, I would say something else. "Yes." "Fine, we'll leave, but only on one condition. Buss each one of us. Then, if you feel nothing, we'll walk out of here without protest." I banged my head on my knee. That wouldn't work. They weren't even in the room with me and I already felt things. No way could I buss even one of them without having a reaction. "No." "Is that because you already know what I'm saying is true, or are you just being stubborn?" Before I could think about why he had said it, I jumped up and threw the door open to glare at him. "Are you always a jerk?" The confidence disappeared as I looked up into his eyes. He grabbed the doorknob and pulled it closed behind me, pushing me against him in the process. His gaze locked on mine as he lowered his head until we were almost bussing. "Never, but I'm not above riling you up to help give you the boost you need to confront a situation with confidence." Now that he was so close, I couldn't remember why I'd locked myself in the bathroom. Everything around us disappeared except the door his hard body pressed me against. His free hand caressed my cheek. "Can you genuinely tell me you don't feel the bond trying to form between us?" I clamped my jaw closed. If I didn't admit it out loud, then it wasn't real, but he was right. I could feel a... connection to him and the others. It didn't make sense, and I might not want it, but was most definitely there. His lips brushed against mine ever so slightly, sending a wave of fire through me. I gripped the straps of his black tactical vest to pull him closer, but he didn't budge. He chuckled as he moved from my lips to my ear. "Mate, if I buss you, I won't stop until you're mine. It might not be today or tomorrow, but I will claim you and make you mine." "And if I say we're not mates?" "Your mouth might lie, but your body and soul can't." I heard him inhale deep at my neck. "I can smell your need to claim me. It fills my senses until it's all I can think about. I've just found you and already you've consumed my entire world." It was bizarre, but I completely understood what he meant. Somewhere deep down inside of me, the idea of kicking out even one of them left me feeling raw. Six mates... and one of them was a woman. I'd known I was attracted to both genders from a young age, but I'd always locked that part of me away. My mom flipped at the idea of me dating a single man. I couldn't even fathom how hard she was rolling over in her grave at having six lovers. It was so much to process. "Come on, let's go back to the others." His voice pulled me back to reality. "Not yet." Suddenly, I didn't want to move. When I felt his body pull back, I gripped his vest tighter. My gut twisted as I decided to throw a lifetime of caution out the window. "buss me." He growled deep in his chest as his hands slid down my sides until he cupped my hips. A squeal of surprise escaped me as he lifted me up, then held me against his chest as he pressed me against the door. "You're mine... ours." Then his buss consumed me, mind, body, and soul. It felt as if our life forces bonded together. The mere thought of letting go of this man became too much. It was in that moment I realized I'd screwed up. I'd never be able to give him up, or the others, without ripping my own heart from my chest. I regretted so much in my life. What was one more? I sank my hands into his hair, gripping it at the roots, and tilted his head back. Our buss broke. A smug satisfaction slid through me when I realized he was breathing as hard as I was, but I wasn't done throwing out stupid rules my mother had forced on me. I pulled his head until I'd exposed his neck. The edge of a tribal tattoo peeked out under his shirt. I trailed the tip of my tongue along the dark lines, then bussed a trail along his neck. He moved until only one hand cupped my hips. His other hand caressed the back of my neck, urging me to do whatever I wanted to him. I tightened my legs around his waist, lifting myself higher as my busses moved along the edge of his beard. "That is hot." Another man's voice made it through my lusty fog. "Yeah, can't wait until it's my turn." Someone else said. I pulled back and realized my five other mates were watching us make out. All of them had a hunger in their eyes I'd never seen before...

💀INTRODUCTIONS💀
Welcome to my Reddit Account & Thank You for taking the time to examine my content. I really appreciate it, you can call me VI. I guess a good place to start is by telling you what this account is & what you can expect from it. I created this Reddit Account to have a place where I can post all of my ART. I’m an Artist in the traditional sense, but that is just a hobbie for me. I am also an inspiring Model, Author & singer. My post will contain my art such as my Drawing, OC, Poems, Stories, Fantasy & Diary etc etc.
💀ABOUT ME💀
I guess the best place to start is by describing me, so starting with my physical look. As the username suggests, I’m a Yandere that is into the whole gothic astethic. As you can tell by the picture, I am African American. You probably can’t tell but I am 5’10 in height, I have 2 piercing & as of right now 0 tattoo, but I do plan on getting some sleeve at some point in the future. I have been growing out dreads, since January of 2020, so at the time of me writing this 4 years.
For my personality, I am definitely an omnivert (meaning I fluctuate between Introvert & Extrovert). Honestly it just depends on the mood I am, usually I am very friendly. I have no problem starting or engaging with conversation, but catch me in a bad mood & usually I will just try to ignore your ass. I try to be nice & polite for the most part but unless we are close, don’t expect me to be a good person. If I can paraphrase the comedian Cam Bertrand ‘if you see the word HERO on my obituary, then what ever I did was accidentally’. Also I am lazy, if you wanna send me a DM. Your more then welcome to, however if I don’t respond then that is either due to laziness or I just wasn’t interested. My Zodiac sign is Cancer ♋️ & I have a few mental disabilities, Autism being one of them. So clearly I’m a little psycho, but I’m also sweet. Which make Yandere the perfect occupation for me 😂. So if you’re a person who can’t handle crazy, then I highly recommend either avoiding me or setting up boundaries from the start.
I guess my life goal would have to be trying to find the person who is my soulmate, so I can devote my entire being to them. but as of right now I am currently single & because I know some people will ask. I believe that you only have 1 soulmate in your entire life. Honestly I don’t know what else to say, my shoe size is 12.
💀HOBBIES & INTERESTS 💀
I have a lot of hobbies & interests, however they are constantly rotating. I am quite fickle with them, one week it’s may be this hobby, the next week it may be another. So here is a list of all the different stuff I like. 1. Anime 2. Games 3. Writing 4. Art 5. Craft 6. Astrology 7. Yu-Gi-Oh! 8. Exercising 9. Sleeping 10. YouTube 11. Fashion 12. Comics (both DC & Marvel) 13. Horror 14. Comedy 15. Romance 16. Reading & Creating Smut 17. Daydreaming 18. Politics 19. Philosophy

I know both parties in AM lies to some extent in order to bag each other be it salary , lifestyle , competency in managing household duties etc . How do you uncover lies about ones past relationships and deeds ? And the love for their ex . Why destroy another man's life ? First example- my batchmate who works at a hospital what's quite popular for abortion in Delhi . Recently moved to our hospital and while once we were having a chat about getting rishtas I showed her pic of a girl what my parents and get parents were keen on and within minutes she recognized her and told me she having a tattoo on her shoulder and that she might have been undergone abortion by her and std test few months ago and the girl what my parents wanted me to marry also was working in Delhi. Her parents and even her sweared she never had a bf or relationship to the point where she claimed being a Virgin what I don't care much about as I'm not a Virgin myself. She later confessed privately about being in love with ex madly and them living in a live in relationship till few months back . She wanted to marry him but he turned her down
Second example- My gym partners fiancee was caught making out with her ex by his own sister in parking lot when she visited her to handover some clothes and jewellery for some family wedding. Turns out she never broke up with him and was still figuring out on expense of him and his families reputation
3rd example- one of my colleague had to hire a detective as he was suspicious about his wife after she had a massive argument with him over installing cameras at home for security. Later she found involved with some ex of her working in same city who visited her often for hours. Sad part is he has kids
4th example- was my senior in med school who was doing his pg and his spirit was crushed as the girl broke off the wedding 2 days ago and ran away with her bf maybe ex . He came from a reputated family and worst part is the girl side family even made it his fault . Started spreading rumours that maybe he's alcoholic or have fertility issues or abused her as the girl can never do it in right mind and it was the other guys fault as their girl is innocent .
How do you deal with this ex dilemma. The woman claims she's over him yet he strikes outta no where

So my father got out of prison in 2022, he served 14 years and he came out with a few tattoos, some stories and a bunch of horrible shit to think about. Now that he’s been out for a while he’s started to open up about some of the things he did/saw while incarcerated and I’m just wondering how true they could be. My father was born in northern Minnesota but he had family in the Carolina’s so he spent a good amount of time there. He spent most of his life as a kid in and out of juvie and stuff like that but never went to prison until he was in his early to mid thirties I think. He’s got a big woody the woodpecker saying fuck the feds on his calf, I know that woodpecker and peckerwood kinda just means white/southerner but I few people that I know that served some time in county say that you have to be a boss or something like that to earn the tattoo. He also was affiliated with an Odinist gang called the Norse Nomads, and his stories about them kinda fluctuate. Sometimes he implies that he was the boss, sometimes he says he held the keys to the yard, and sometimes he just says it was a group he was apart of. I don’t think that he had the keys to the yard because he got out on good behavior but I don’t really know how prison politics works. He’s always been real skeevy on anything that happened and his stories change all the time and I just wanted to know if there’s any reason I should/shouldn’t believe him.

I really had no idea where to ask this but I figured a subreddit who would already understand the auDHD struggles would be a good start.
I'm just going to jump into this I guess? I have a hard time organizing my thoughts and I don't want this to be a super long post (it's going to be tho). I am at the end of my rope here and I don't know how to get help at this point.
Background info:

• I'm about to turn 27.
• I have autism (dx about 10 years ago now), I suspect co-morbid ADHD but haven't gotten assessed.
• I have CPTSD, and have had a lot of trauma.
• I live at home, and I'm still in the environment that traumatized me, and continue to be in a really tough spot with my family, who are extremely toxic, and struggling with their own mental health. They are not generally supportive and I can't lean on them for help. I have a step dad with (diagnosed) NPD, and I can't even explain my mom. It's daily fighting and screaming and threats of them breaking up (they're married) and us having to get rid of all of our things and pets. My step-dad is a real estate agent and was well off prior to coming into our lives but he's now in severe debt and the market is bad right now. When I tell you his bills are more than 15k a month I'm not exaggerating.
• I'm not new to the healing rodeo, and I've been through ~4 therapists. One was long term for about a year and a half. She was helpful but was new to her job and couldn't help me anymore at the point we parted ways.
• I am interested in starting somatic therapy/EMDR, and maybe DBT, but once again - lots of barriers to access.
• I've been on lots of medications, I am currently transitioning from Effexor (god awful) to Wellbutrin (jury's still out but I'm hella anxious atm as a side effect and can't sleep)
• I've been on a healing journey for 6 years now and I've done a lot of reading (books and online), practice mindfulness and meditation (on and off), understand the good effects of things like exercise and journaling. I just have no mental energy. I can never stick to anything, and I struggle to keep up with literally anything I need to do. My family thinks I'm defiant and lazy, and will not hear me out about who I am and why I'm like this.

I live at home, but home isn't a safe place. I need to move out, but I have no money, and I desperately need more. I have 3 jobs (two serving jobs, one WFH contract) but I'm barely making enough to live on right now, let alone save money. I am eternally exhausted (burnout? chronic fatigue? no idea), which makes it harder for me to work more. I have some other barriers to moving out as well that aren't financial.
My mental health is extremely poor, I was suicidal recently (okay at the moment). I have a family doctor but she is hard to access, and hasn't been much help anyways. Accessing another doctor, psychiatrist, therapist, anything, has been hard because of Ontario's increasingly shitty healthcare system and for money reasons. Between the CPTSD, and the autism it's hard to find the proper kind of help (basically, free or reduced-rate stuff usually aren't equipped to help me). Good luck getting a referral.
I'm in a spot where I just don't know what to do? I must have ruminated for thousands of hours over the years to figure out how I can get my life in order and I just.. I have no idea what to do. I need outside help but I can't afford it, and I can't work more because my brain is absolutely fried.
I have no degree. I'm an artist, I have a decent following on IG (nearing 40k now) and I wanted to be a tattoo artist for a long time. I have a ton of artists that I looked up to who are my buds now, but none are close (like different countries, or provinces). Getting into tattooing is tough, and it requires a lot of brain power to constantly draw flash designs, etc. I will ALWAYS be an artist, but drawing requires mental energy I do not have anymore. Like I genuinely feel like Kiki in Kiki's Delivery Service, when she lost her ability to fly. I cannot do it anymore. I do loose sketches every so often but that's it rn. I'm on a hiatus with my account at the moment, and I make some passive income from RedBubble sticker sales (~50-100 a month).
I love serving funnily enough, but god damn it burns me out, as you can all imagine. Right now I can barely handle working 3-4 days a week, and my shifts are short (like 2-4 hours). In Canada we make minimum wage AND tips, but the economy is bad and it's been so slow lately. I get called off often. In the past two weeks I've worked like 10 hours. Nowhere is hiring right now and it's just hard to get jobs in general. I recently took 2 MONTHS off work because I was legit delulu and feeling crazy and could not handle anything, and I rested plenty. No bueno still. My paychecks are pitiful and usually less than $100 lately. And like.. I bought a wrap today. It's my only meal of the day.. It cost almost $20. This is standard here. Even McDonald's would cost a family of four like $60 for a dinner. It's nuts.
My WFH job is a lifesaver (I train AI) but I cannot focus on it for more than 1-2 hours a day. It pays 20-24usd/h which is more like 27-30cad. I work when I want however much I want, but I have to be careful about completing tasks correctly or else I could risk losing the job (they have thousands of workers and I could get booted at any time with no warning). It is mentally taxing. I wish I could work 3-4h a day on it because I'd help out so much, but I physically feel unable.
None of my jobs have insurance for me.
My parents currently don't charge me rent, but I have $300 car insurance, and gas, and food. I struggle to grocery shop (the inflation in Canada is insane right now too) and so I eat out, but legitimately I eat once a day, which isn't healthy. I get cheap stuff, or eat at work. The adjustment period to the Wellbutrin rn makes me very not hungry as well. I have no debt anymore thankfully.
Rent here is ridiculous, and almost ALL of my friends live at home. My old best friend is a nurse and still lives with her mom. Same with another friend who is a highschool teacher. Basement apartment's are getting up to 2K a month. I don't even make enough money to rent with friends.
I HAD almost 10k saved up during covid but I had a year where I couldn't collect EI anymore and my family wouldn't let me work because I couldn't drive yet, so I drained all of it surviving for a year and paying bills.
I live up in an area in the countryside, and all my friends are ~1h or more away. My depression got so bad this year that I did isolate myself, and as a result I lost quite a few friends (longer story, don't want to write too much). I do have some close friends, but they cannot help me other than loving me.
My family is abusive and currently ignoring my entire existence, and I am lonely. All of the mental health struggles and the loneliness and the medications are making me feel so crazy, and I don't feel like I have any solid ground to walk on. I feel delusional half of the time, and I almost feel like I'm permanently dissociated, and depersonalized.
I also have 7 pet rabbits (long story again..) and I have like a thousand worries in regards to them, financially and moving out wise. Rehoming isn't an option (can elaborate if ya'll want). They are my babies. I have so much anxiety about any vet bills.
I see no way out of this. I'm so scared honestly - I can barely take care of myself, barely take care of my pets. I can barely work. My car's transmission went and so I drive my parent's "extra" smart car right now. They control when I use it and get upset if I drive too much. I'm surrounded by a family who is so chaotic and toxic and abusive, and relying on them is torture and brings me so much guilt. They hold it over my head. No matter how I communicate with them they do not hear me. I'm their scapegoat/black sheep. And yet they insist on (angrily) buying me a replacement car (used, obvi) and the guilt I feel is immense.
Like, does anyone have suggestions? What do I even do? The suicidal thoughts are essentially creeping up on me every so often because I'm suffering and I see no way out of this. I am of course wanting to get better and live my life, but it's all pain. It's been pain for years and years. I'm tired and broke and alone.
I know most of you can't help much. I just need a path forward. I wish I had a life coach that could walk me through the steps of accessing help, it's so hard on my own and I don't know what I'm doing. I feel like I know and understand all of the therapies, techniques, mindsets, tricks, etc that would be healing but every single one has some kind of barrier, mostly financial, or my physical/mental state.

First off. Hi. What flavor did you have again?
The words I'm about to lay down here don't even begin to do justice to how I feel for you. The way I feel about you is grand. It's with my entire being. We wanted the same things out of a relationship that didn't get to the fruiting stages passed a couple phone calls. I acknowledge your feelings. The anguish that I must've instilled onto you through my insecurities about starting something supposed to be beautiful. You're beauty isn't the reason I fell for you while draining me of the life force water that flows in my kadiwompus system of mine. It was the way that we connected. I went to SEE YOU. Everytime. I wasn't fibbing about that in the slightest. I looked forward every week just to get the chance to talk to you in the off.chance I mint learn something new about you. Even tho I knew that I'm sure I was gonna lose whatever facts you gave me. Talking to people's real easy after practicing so much but man when it comes to you? I got so frickin nervous! I wanted to be liked by you. I didn't know that you already DID tho.
So, the facts I remember? I think?: You have a sibling, a stepsister? You guys don't get along too much, though. Your dad had a mild medical stint? Won't say for privacy. You had a disruptive teenagehood? You used to have a different profession, you weren't ALWAYS a Vampire. You have a number of identifying tattoos. You have the most piercingly gorgeous and stunningly pale eyes. You get stressedd about work easily You have a cat and two dogs? You have a crazy awesome kid about half the age of my youngest. You're of Norse or swedish lineage as I am. Your birthday is in the summer, like mine. You know three languages!! You're smart as fuck. Purple is your favorite color and I want to say 13? Was your favorite number? Or 7? You're about as nerdy as they come which is entirely too cute. We share basically the same hobbies. Blue is an amazing color on you. Black suits you well also. You have Sundays and Mondays off which is fitting being a Vampire and all. You were the opposing shoe brand that I do. You like death metal. You liked the playlist. You vape. You're a stoner. You have an incredibly caring heart. We'd formed a bandage of sorts. I was totally willing to give you that blanket. You're smart AS FUCK. And somehow you fell for me.
All of these things were merely a taste of the everything I wanted to learn about you. I STILL want everything with you. Even if we may have said some things I haste. I shouldn't be so forthright with what I have to say here but if you give me the chance I promise to you that I won't squander it away like the time before. I WILL NOT RUN. I won't run from the perceived love that we hadn't said out loud that we shared, only that we knew. I'm bettering myself to be better with you. To be with your family. To be FOR my family as well. And to begin something incredible with YOU. We really gotta kick everyone's ass, remember? I want to say so much more, but I'll leave it with this; I really REALLY like you. Still. Butterflies everyone I think of you, which is about all the time. Things shouldn't have ended how they did. I'll give you my all if you let me. Know that we can talk any time you are willing. You can call, text, dm me. I'm willing to meet you anywhere for a fighting chance. If you need more time, I'll wait. You're worth it & I mean the hell outta that.
So what'dya say? Wanma give "us" another go? We both deserve to have the support we were willing to give, be happy, and fall further into open arms. I should've fought harder but I was afraid of you. I'm so sorry I thought that. I'm not anymore. I hope we can find each other agan. I'm willing and I'm yours.........
{ofcourseitememberwgatflavoritwaslmkinareplywhatitwasifyouwanttosubtlytellmewithouttellingmeyoureadthis}
Signed- Donor
P.S. - I know that this may just be a letter to the void or may even be a useless endeavor, but I should've tried to express these thoughts more, better and sooner. I don't even have any pictures of you to lament over, only photo memory. I hope to hear from you or see you soon. All offers here are valid until stated otherwise.

First off. Hi. What flavor did you have again?
The words I'm about to lay down here don't even begin to do justice to how I feel for you. The way I feel about you is grand. It's with my entire being. We wanted the same things out of a relationship that didn't get to the fruiting stages passed a couple phone calls. I acknowledge your feelings. The anguish that I must've instilled onto you through my insecurities about starting something supposed to be beautiful. You're beauty isn't the reason I fell for you while draining me of the life force water that flows in my kadiwompus system of mine. It was the way that we connected. I went to SEE YOU. Everytime. I wasn't fibbing about that in the slightest. I looked forward every week just to get the chance to talk to you in the off.chance I mint learn something new about you. Even tho I knew that I'm sure I was gonna lose whatever facts you gave me. Talking to people's real easy after practicing so much but man when it comes to you? I got so frickin nervous! I wanted to be liked by you. I didn't know that you already DID tho.
So, the facts I remember? I think?: You have a sibling, a stepsister? You guys don't get along too much, though. Your dad had a mild medical stint? Won't say for privacy. You had a disruptive teenagehood? You used to have a different profession, you weren't ALWAYS a Vampire. You have a number of identifying tattoos. You have the most piercingly gorgeous and stunningly pale eyes. You get stressedd about work easily You have a cat and two dogs? You have a crazy awesome kid about half the age of my youngest. Your birthday is in the summer, like mine. You're of Norse or swedish lineage as I am. You know three languages!! You're smart as fuck. Purple is your favorite color and I want to say 13? Was your favorite number? Or 7? You're about as nerdy as they come which is entirely too cute. We share basically the same hobbies. Blue is an amazing color on you. Black suits you well also. You have Sundays and Mondays off which is fitting being a Vampire and all. You were the opposing shoe brand that I do. You like death metal. You liked the playlist. You vape. You're a stoner. You have an incredibly caring heart. We'd formed a bandage of sorts. I was totally willing to give you that blanket. You're smart AS FUCK. And somehow you fell for me.
All of these things were merely a taste of the everything I wanted to learn about you. I STILL want everything with you. Even if we may have said some things I haste. I shouldn't be so forthright with what I have to say here but if you give me the chance I promise to you that I won't squander it away like the time before. I WILL NOT RUN. I won't run from the perceived love that we hadn't said out loud that we shared, only that we knew. I'm bettering myself to be better with you. To be with your family. To be FOR my family as well. And to begin something incredible with YOU. We really gotta kick everyone's ass, remember? I want to say so much more, but I'll leave it with this; I really REALLY like you. Still. Butterflies everyone I think of you, which is about all the time. Things shouldn't have ended how they did. I'll give you my all if you let me. Know that we can talk any time you are willing. You can call, text, dm me. I'm willing to meet you anywhere for a fighting chance. If you need more time, I'll wait. You're worth it & I mean the hell outta that.
So what'dya say? Wanma give "us" another go? We both deserve to have the support we were willing to give, be happy, and fall further into open arms. I should've fought harder but I was afraid of you. I'm so sorry I thought that. I'm not anymore. I hope we can find each other agan. I'm willing and I'm yours.........
{ofcourseitememberwgatflavoritwaslmkinareplywhatitwasifyouwanttosubtlytellmewithouttellingmeyoureadthis}
Signed- Donor
P.S. - I know that this may just be a letter to the void or may even be a useless endeavor, but I should've tried to express these thoughts more, better and sooner. I don't even have any pictures of you to lament over, only photo memory. I hope to hear from you or see you soon. All offers here are valid until stated otherwise.

We're working with our vet, we recently moved to home steroids as the steroid shot she got helped for a couple weeks, then her breakouts started again. Right now she's having a flare up to a food with Turkey in it (I'm getting her new food Wednesday with Duck as her reactions to that are far less than Turkey/Chicken ((she won't eat the whitefish one, I've tried)) along with using the tapering at-home prednisolone) and missing patches in places. Nothing super raw or showing signs of infection thankfully.
But I've noticed ever since her steroid shot a few months back, her fur has stayed thick in the spots she hasn't lost it. To the extent I was worried her face was swollen recently because she is a fluffball of medium length fur now. It looks like a winter coat, with very minimal shedding- beforehand, she shed a lot and had bad dandruff and dry skin. Don't get me wrong, she still had fur, but it looked more like a spring coat than this. Now, her coat is thick and soft, and while she has some minimal dandruff due to the recent allergen, it's not nearly the type it was before. It's starting to get hot here, but she still isn't shedding it or hardly shedding at all. She doesn't seem warm to the touch, still lays in the sun, etc. I don't want to look a gift horse in the mouth at all, and she's had flare ups her whole life, so maybe this is just her actual coat we haven't gotten to see. Her upper stomach has grown more fur, her lower stomach (the place with her lil tattoo and her pooch) is still pink and primarily furless.
Following that; if anyone has any advice for at-home discomfort relief while the steroids take effect and I switch her food back, that would be amazing. Catnip seems to alleviate her discomfort for 45 minutes to an hour, but I don't want to use that frequently and her to become desensitized.
Right now she's not displaying anything super concerning, and I'm hoping the coat thing is positive, but wanted to post to at least ask. Thanks so much!