This is my first reddit post and honestly it's a lot so please bear with me. I'm still trying to figure out how to process everything and make sense of it all. I guess we will start at the very beginning. My boyfriend,( we will call him michael) and I just passed 6 months together. Honestly, hes been great. We clicked pretty fast and have a great bond. I feel safe and comfortable around him and can communicate in a way ive never been able to before. It just kinda works. I definitely fell hard and fast for him and from what I could gather, the feeling was mutual. We had met on tinder in early October and went on our first date in November. We made it official shortly after our first date.
After we started dating, he had briefly mentioned that he had a friend who had a bit of a crush on him. I told him I didn't mind and I trusted him. As long as he kept things respectful to me, it didn't matter. He then explained that her crush was a bit obsessive and he actually wanted to push her out of his life and needed advice. Apparently, this friend, (we will call her beth) was pregnant and wanted Michael to be her baby's God Father. He said that she would follow him and got jealous when he was with other girls. I found this kind of odd but he swore they were just friends, so I told him the best way to let her down gently and let him do his thing. About two weeks later, he told me she was out of the picture. I didn't really care either way but the communication was cool.
Anyways, I pretty quickly forgot about all of that because it was irrelevant and I wanted to focus on our relationship. One night when we were hanging out, he got a snapchat notification. He turned away from me to respond to it but I didn't think much of it, just asked who that was. He said it was just a friend (we will call this one Jen) and they were catching up. I had never heard of her before but I didn't care, I just said cool and dropped it. Just like before, I quickly forgot about that conversation because again,it was irrelevant and I had better things to think about. I trusted him so why should I care who he talks to? He is his own person after all and I understand the importance of friendships.
Fast forward about another two weeks later, him and I had our first argument. I dont remember what it was about. Most likely something small and pointless because I had a stressful day at work but nothing too serious. We did not talk much that day. Later that night, I apologized and we talked it over. Everything was fine. He then told me that earlier in the day, an old friend that he had removed off social media readded him and messaged him. We will call her Molly. Apparently she had just noticed she was removed and was upset and wanted to know why. He told me that he sent her a message explaining that he didn't see her in his life long term and doesn't feel the need to keep someone around who won't be around forever so he didn't want to be friends anymore. He then removed her again. At this point I thought the way he acted was odd. I had never heard of molly before, he waited until he had already removed her before telling me about the conversation, she only came into the picture when we had our first argument and it got me thinking about the other girls who were just friends. I definitely started to over think a bit and was more than curious about who these people were and what their relationship to him was. But he swore they were all just friends. So I continued to believe him.
We went a long period of time without anything coming up so once again I forgot about it and moved on with my life. Him and I were doing great. We were young dumb and in love. I felt truly happy, something I hadn't experienced in a long time. I felt like I genuinely found someone who was right for me and I didn't need to second guess whether or not he was gonna cheat on me. He occasionally would ask to see my phone but I didn't have anything to hide so I allowed him. I had set a boundary with him that if he ever felt concerned or needed reassurance, he needed to bring it up to me first. After we talked it over then he could see my phone, but we would always go through it together. This seemed fair to me. My phone was never off limits, there just needed to be open communication. Anyways, he would always offer for me to see his phone in return but I would decline. I didn't feel the need to and I had learned from past experiences that if you go digging, you will most likely see something you can't unsee.
Then one day he needed to have his wisdom teeth removed. I dropped him off in the morning for his surgery and I was told I needed to hold on to his personal belongings and wait until the operation was over. No big deal. I know this is wrong and I shouldn't have but finally curiosity got the best of me and I looked on his phone. At first it wasn't malicious. I genuinely was just curious. But of course, I saw things I wish I could unsee. It started off on tiktok. In one of his conversations with a friend, he poured his heart out, explaining how he was still so in love with his ex and missed her like crazy. Of course it stung a little to see the things he said but I knew there was someone before me so it wasn't that surprising. That was until I saw those messages had been sent in mid October. So of course i was like huh.we started talking early October and dating early November. So clearly he wasn't over his ex when he met me. But I was willing to forgive it. It wasn't a deal breaker. But Instead of putting the phone down to protect my peace and his privacy, I kept looking. And boy did I find a lot. I found lots of old text messages from contacts that were not saved. Most of then were hard-core sexting and flirting. This dude literally acted like a dog.And yeah it was again hard to see but it was before me and he wasn't like that anymore. With me, he was gentle and respectful and never treated me like an object. Some people just go through a phase and that's okay. Again, it wasn't a deal breaker. But finally i found some very passionate, lovey, intimate messages with an unsaved contact. I was immediately drawn in by the kind words and heartwarming love messages. Whoever this was, they cared for eachother very strongly. I almost immediately felt heartbroken. Not because she was a past love interest, but because he had never spoken to me the way he spoke to her. I read all the way from the top of the conversation. Months worth of love confessions, paragraphs of strong feelings, longing to be with one another, etc. But finally halfway through in one of the paragraphs I see a name. Molly I was shattered. Molly was the girl who supposedly was removed months before him and I even met. The one that was "just a friend" who messaged him and he removed her because he didn't want to be friends anymore. Yeah clearly they were more than just friends. I was livid and felt crushed. Why did he feel the need to lie about something so unnecessary? I wouldn't have been mad if he had told the truth about who she was. But then it got me thinking. Was Beth truly just a friend? Was Jen truly just a friend? What was the actual relationship? I gathered up as much as I could but then the nurse came to the lobby to tell me he was awake and ready to go home. I kind of panicked and in my hurry, I forgot to delete the screenshots out of his phone.
We get in the car and I give him his phone, he's still pretty loopy. Obviously I had a million questions to ask him but I knew he wasn't in the right state of mind to have that conversation so I put my feelings aside and decided it could wait. Well he wanted to take pictures of his bloody swollen face and send it to his uncle. In the process, he sees the screenshots i had forgotten to delete off his phone and immediately screams what the f*** is this? I tried to talk calmly and explain that now wasn't a good time to talk about it and it could wait. He kept pressing "what the f*** did you do? Who the hell is this?" In my mind I thought "uh dude, you tell me." But didn't want to escalate it while he was drugged up. I decided the best option was to simply say that I wasn't mad , I stilled planned on taking care of him while he recovered and that we would need to have a conversation when he was in a better state of mind. He just started sobbing. Oh boy. I kind of ignored it as much as I could. I drove us to the store to get ice cream and other soft foods he could eat before taking us back to my apartment. I helped get him set up in my bedroom and he still was crying. So much so he started coughing out blood. It smelled awful and got everywhere. He was a wreck. I felt bad for everything. I felt guilty for going on his phone behind his back, for leaving the screeshots on his phone and for him crying. It took several hours but eventually I got him to calm down. I kept my word and continued to take care of him until he was recovered.
Finally when enough time had passed I decided it was time to sit down and talk about it. I explained that obviously I had found messages and i wanted an explanation. He told me molly was just a friend, and very clearly it was more than that. I also explained that I had a suspicion that he was not fully honest about his relationship with Jen and Beth either. He looked me dead in the eyes and said he had no idea what I was talking about and they were just friends. I remained calm and explained that I won't be mad at him or leave him. I told him I didn't want to fight. I just felt as though I deserved to know the truth if I was going to continue to be with him, especially since he was still in contact with Beth and Jen while we were dating. We continue to go back and forward for several hours with no progress. I decided then if he didn't feel I deserved the truth, I would find out for myself. I took the screenshots I had found and reached out to the contacts one by one.
Let's start with Beth. She was the quickest to respond. I briefly explained who I was and that I was hoping to ask some questions about my partner because I felt like i was being lied to and was hoping she could fill in some of the gaps. She texted back and simply asked "do you work at blank" I responded that yes, I did. She then asked if I lived at a specific apartment complex. I said yes and was creeped out. She knew where I worked and lived. She then asked if she could call me. I agreed. For some context, he told me that she was a friend he had met in school. He explained that she had gotten out of a rough relationship and he wanted to make sure she was okay when it happened. That's how they became close. He explained that they would hang out all the time and eventually she became obsessed with him. Well during my phone call with her, I heard a very different story. Yes, they met in school and initially started off as friends. But, slowly with time as they started to spend more and more time together, they started to catch feelings. He said I love you first. And she proved this with screenshots. She also sent me pictures of them holding hands and kissing. She explained that they never officially started dating but they definitely were more than just friends. Their relationship was much more physical and romantic than platonic. She also told me that they had hooked up about 3 times. She explained that they had eachothers location and pretty frequently they would make plans then he would last minute cancel. So she would see what he was doing and would see him at two very specific addresses. Visiting my work or my apartment. She eventually asked him where he was and he told her that I was his cousin and was trying to get out of a rough relationship so he was helping me. I felt sick. No wonder why she was "obsessed" he was borderline dating her, telling her he loved her, and then started to ditch her when he made things official with me. Then it killed me to realize that even though they never had an official title, he was dating the two of us at the same time. I didn't know what to do. I ended up apologizing to her for everything he did and told her I never would have agreed to be his if I knew he was entertaining someone else. Michael overheard this phone call between us and looked like he had seen a ghost after. All he did was started crying, said she was lying, and that she was only a friend. I asked "so....these screenshots and pictures are all made up?" No response. He knew he was busted.
I decided I needed to take some time to process that information and I didn't want to say something I would regret. I let him stay at my place because he had nowhere else to go and I went to stay with a friend. He kept calling and texting but I couldn't deal with it. I cried all night. I was a mess. I should have just accepted that I was cheated on and lied to but I couldn't leave. I needed to know the truth. So I kept reaching out. Next up was Jen. I never was able to reach her, but I found out through Michael and Beth that Jen was Beth's best friend. But even more than that, I found out the three of them had a threesome together. He had told me previously that he had never been interested in a threesome and would never want to have one. Then I found out not only did he have one and lied about it, but it was with two girls he told me were just friends.
I went back to my apartment the next day and tried to talk stuff out. He just continued to say they were just friends. I finally snapped. I screamed and cried and told him that I just wanted to know the truth. That I deserved the truth. He looked me in the eyes, pinky promised me no more lies. We talked for a while and basically he explained that he never had an official title with Beth. They were very close but he basically just used her to pass time because he had nothing better to do. He said he loved her because that's what she wanted to hear and he treated her like a partner without ever having any real feelings for her. He knew as soon as he met me that he wanted me but didn't want to hurt her so he just kind of pushed her to the side but kept her in the picture. I felt so sad for her. He used her. He led her on. He treated her like an object and then threw her to the side when he met me.I asked why he lied about having a threesome. He said he felt ashamed Apparently they started to do it and then he chickened out so he didn't really count it. That made sense to me. I was pissed that he lied but at least it made sense. Next I asked why he told me Beth and Jen were just friends instead of being honest about the relationship. He said he never had feelings for either and they never had the official title so he didn't think it was important and he did not want to scare me off. I explained to him that although I understand why he lied to me, I didn't forgive him. I warned him that I would not tolerate anymore lies and obviously for the time being I did not trust him. I told him I wouldn't break up with him but if I found out he lied again, he would lose me. I also told him I considered what he did as cheating since he was seeing us at the same time after him and I became mutually exclusive. After we concluded our conversation about Beth and Jen, I started thinking about molly and the messages I had seen. I asked him what their relationship was, he said just friends. I freaked and told him to give me his phone. I found their old messages and told him to read them. "Hey goofball, you awake? Well if you're not I have something impossible to say to you. You are my sun, my moon, and all my stars. I love you lots and want you to know that no matter what happens I will always care about you. To me you are perfect. Amazing. And attractive asf. You are also very sweet and caring and adorable. Don't think about the negative things about yourself that will drag you down. You are way more than that. This is an official goodnight and I love you goofball." This is just one of the MANY messages sent back and forward. He reads the conversation and just goes oh. He then says he didn't remember any of that happening. We began to argue and the story he tried to spin was that his life must have been so traumatic that his brain literally deleted his past memories and replaced them with false memories where he didn't do these things that he is ashamed of. He got caught in lies and after so long was just like...whoa I did that? I had no idea I didn't remember. Technically I didn't lie because I told what I thought the truth was the way I remembered it. I told him I wanted to break up and he cried and begged me to forgive him and stay. I listened.i tried to move on and make things normal again but I couldn't stop thinking about all the lies and what else he might have been lying about. Then randomly one day, Molly added me back on social media. She was the last and took over 1.5 months so honestly I figured I'd never get ahold of her. I was genuinely surprised to see her show up on my friend list and reached out. Once again back story, he told me that she lived in Wisconin and they had never met. He said he was also using her for nudes and to pass time, same way he used Beth. He had told me that he removed her off social media months before him and I even met and aside from that one night she reached out, he hadn't heard from her in forever. I found out from her that she did not live in Wisconsin, she lived in the same state as us That to her, they were definitely dating and in love. I also saw a messaged saved on snapchat where he had been texting her in October (after we met) and even sent her the same pickup lines he had sent me. he had cheated with not just one, but two (at least that I know of) other girls.
At this point I had been broken so bad I didn't even feel the pain anymore. I just went numb. I had no more tears left to cry and couldn't be bothered to care anymore. I stopped eating and taking care of myself. I just went to work, came home, slept and repeated. I had watched the man that I loved and adored, one that made me feel so safe and happy turn into a monster right in front of me. He wasn't him anymore. I finally could see him for who he was. But I still didn't leave. He told me that he had only ever slept with three girls. I later found out it was actually six. He told me he had never been in love before. I later found out he tells basically every girl he's ever talked to that he loves them AND genuinely was in love with his ex before me. He told me after his ex and him broke up, he had a rebound but he only hooked up with her once before ghosting her. I found out they actually dated for several weeks, hooked up several times, and she had taken cute couple pictures with him and posted them on social media. He said that he never wanted to take those pictures, she made him put his Hands on her and pose and if he didn't cooperate, she would throw a tantrum like a child. One last thing I think that is important to mention,when we went on our first date, I told him I don't do hookups. We stayed out late and hit it off really well so I offered for him to stay the night at my place. I said I was okay with cuddling and whatever but I did not want to have sex. He seemed okay with it. I went to bed and then when I woke up, my pants were off and he was inside me. He claimed he didn't know I was asleep and thought I wanted it because apparently my butt kept rubbing against him while we were spooning.
It's been about a month since all that and I'm still just meh. I haven't exactly forgiven him but I also don't hate him. Things are normal. I act normal we still do couple things. But I can't help but wonder if he is just using me the same way he used them. I mean after all, he lives in my apartment rent free and asked me to buy him a truck for his birthday. He says I should forgive him because he genuinely doesn't remember doing these things and he didn't mean to lie to me. He said he's so ashamed of who he was but isn't like that anymore. He doesn't associate with who he was and wants to be given a chance to show that he is different. But can I ever forgive him? Should I? Where do I go from here? I feel so lost and confused. I dont think I'll ever be able to trust his word again. I dont feel secure. He broke me so bad I can't even feel anymore. Am I crazy and somehow making this a bigger deal than it is? Can I ever have the man I fell in love with back? I'm sorry if this was confusing. I'm typing this all out in one sitting. Please help me because I genuinely am so lost and I don't want to tell any friends because I don't want them to hate him.

Ok F19, quick rant.
Some days ago my mother told me that she wanted to call me "Stella", but decided against it and now I have, well, my real name.
I was gobsmacked. Appalled. Outraged.
It is perfect ?
I would have loved, and I mean, absolutely loved to be named Stella.
It just have such a wonderful connotation. When I hear "Stella", I think about a carefree, elegant, beautiful woman, who has a great fashion sense. I think about crisp, warm sand and sunsets, about pearly jewels and old houses houses near the beach.
Just, everything I wanted when I was a kid, everything I wanted to become growing up.
Shame on you, parents, for I will now mourn a life and someone that could have been.
When I really think about it maybe this name would have saved me from being bullied :’)

Want to plan something for this upcoming weekend.
Created a group of 10-15 people last summer and it was so much fun. Regularly at Piknik, Stereo, salon daomé, newzpeak and raves we found cool. Techno/house/psytrance/Hardcore/dubstep You name it.
Want to create a group again this summer.
So who's down for some fun ? 🎉 Shoot me a message
Come as you are ✨️

So I bought a house last year and with the renovations and learning how to garden, I didn't really know what was in my garden until this year.
I have hostas. And hydrangeas. And lilies. I have half an acre and I would say at least half of my gardens are full of these plants that are thriving and doing fantastic. The flowers are spectacular.
But they are all toxic if eaten by cats. We have 3 cats are I just can't be sure they won't eat them. They eat grass and my house plants and they are outdoor cats because in the country, when you find a cat that's already an outdoor cat it won't be happy of you try and make it an indoor cat (anyone else have a cat that has self inflicted stress urine crystals...)
Anyway, I figured eventually over the years I will try and replace them with more cat friendly plants while donating the ones I have but someone told me not to bother. Obviously half the neighborhood has these plants as well plus cats don't like them.
I don't want to ask in a pet group, I'm afraid I'll get called evil just for letting my cats outdoors. What would a gardener do? I love my plants, they are so beautiful and I had plans to actually propagate them around the yard but now I just don't even know what to think. Any advice is welcome!!

Financial Innovation and Technology for the 21st Century Act to be more specific…
Background: If you’ve been in digital assets for some time now, you’ve probably heard the arguments between the SEC (the group that oversees stocks) and CFTC (the group that oversees commodities) on who gets to make the rules and laws around Bitcoin, Ethereum, and other digital assets.
The SEC says that Bitcoin is a security (like a stock) and should be treated as one.
The CFTC says Bitcoin is a commodity (like grain or corn) and should be treated as one.
Well, some dude named Glenn Thompson says it’s not that simple. It’s not exactly a security or a commodity, it’s a mix between the two since it’s a new piece of technology. He’s also a House of Rep for Pennsylvania…. He is introducing an idea to have both agencies work together to figure out what’s going on with the rules around digital assets in the U.S.
Glenns going to try to make the SEC and CFTC, who have conflicting views on digital assets, work together to find the best path for some laws around digital assets to help legitimatize the industry.
When FTX screwed everyone, that opened lawmakers’ eyes to the need for some rules around this stuff. One of the provisions is “Requirements for exchanges, brokers, and dealers to segregate customer funds and reduce conflicts of interest through registration and operational standards.” Which could have prevented FTX from doing exactly that, or maybe not.
Now whatever agency, SEC or CFTC, has the power to make and change rules around these “things”.
Summary: No one in the USA has any idea what the rules around digital assets are. There is a Bill that is being voted on to have the SEC and CFTC come up with some basic rules around digital assets and give people some clarity.
This bill could help the USA become the leader in digital asset innovation. Whether you believe in it or not, this could possibly mean more jobs for people, new technologies being developed, and maybe someday it’ll make our lives a little easier…. Financially.

So, at one point I saw a meme along the lines of "if this is what ancient Greek twinks looked like I want to go back" and the attached picture was of a pretty woman smiling. From what I remember she had dark, short hair, green eyes, chubby cheeks, and possibly freckles. If i'm remembering right she's an Italian model of some sort. I saw another picture of her, from another shoot, and I haven't seen anything since.
Pinterest refuses to spit out anything but Alice Pagani, and I know she's not the one, and I've struck out everywhere else i've looked. It's tough to find someone off of a single picture you half-remember. So does anyone know what the fuck I'm talking about? And if so please just link me the meme, or that woman's name. It's driving me insane trying to find her for a reference and finding nothing but other various models and internet personalities who just aren't who I'm looking for.
And if this goes against rules, tell me to fuck off in DMs. I didn't see anything against asking for help finding a specific model from a pair of memes I saw circa 2021 or 2020.

I preordered a copy of the Sandland game and have just been juggled from Bandai GM to GM.
I now know the names of 10 different Bandai GMs including the Lead Representative Hedera whom only replied to me 1 single time; in an email chain of now 45 emails. AFTER the initial talk with Bandai, then the shipping providers. This easily goes into atleast 60+ messages all around.
My original post was

•12 days agoDo NOT trust Bandai Namco shipping.I ordered their collectors edition Sandland, expected not launch date but 30th. No problem. They send it with complete wrong address to where it cant even be dropped off to a house because they only put number 1 and town I live it. This is their cheap cheap UPS shipping that hands it off to USPS and it never is ok. Eventually it turns out that my package made it my post office but I couldnt get it because of wrong address, then UPS couldn't msg me about it because of the service Bandai uses. Meanwhile I'm in email trying to figure this out getting responses from one GM after the other and finally up to Lead GM Hedera. They received my game back and have multiple times now the correct address. Great all they have to do is send a collectors edition to my house he says and will do so promptly and let me know. Days go by. I reply to email asking for update. I get sent back to one of the the other 8 GMs I spoke to at the start. Including the PLAYER LEAD HEDERA. My email chain with their support staff is outrageous and a disgrace. GM just handing me off to next GM to next GM to next GM to next GM. After they got my money, and my game. The email chain is 25 emails long not including UPS, and USPS emails. ITS NOW GOTTEN OVER 30 COPY PASTA REPLIES FROM RANDOM GMS, IM LIKE BEING TOSSED AROUND LIKE HOT POTATO.

I have watched on tracking my game go around the country, made it to my town, but was returned to sender because Bandai put the address 1 *Town name* and that's it for the address as confirmed by USPS and UPS.
Both USPS, UPS, and Bandai all said that they received my game back.
Even UPS has tried to help me I spoke someone from UPS on the phone AND Instagram, yet Bandai Namco cares less and just replies with the same copied pasted email over and over, tweaked here and there.
I have tried again and again to try and get access to anyone else in Bandai and it is literally like talking to a brick wall. It has now been almost a month and they even managed to release an anime of Sand Land before I got my preordered game.
I am so sick of being tossed around I am about to sue. Yet cant even get the information to give to my lawyer about Bandai.
TL;DR WHERE IS MY PREORDERED $150 SAND LAND COLLECTORS EDITION FOR PS5?

May 14…at 11:50am…a Tuesday…
Got an email from my attorney. The judge signed our petition for divorce. It ended with absolutely no ceremony…even less than “ceremony”. It was the equivalent of an internet newsletter I could’ve missed. It was uncontested, everything simply divided, so…from her telling me she wanted a divorce on December 19, 2023 to last week, May 14, 2024, it took about six months to…finish it…? I thought there would be…I don’t know…something more…? It just…ended…with nothing…not even a shrug. Just a signature and a notary stamp.
A loose end was our house. Today, May 21, 2024, we finished the sale. Almost a week to minute from when I was informed about the end…we finished signing the papers. Sometime around 10:50am. She and I barely exchanged any words. Just papers. Signatures. Then watched the Notary stamp away…
We were able to use the proceeds to pay off our debts. They were…substantial. We also have money leftover. She stayed behind…as she was purchasing a new home with the proceeds from our sale. Me?
I don’t have a job. I’m still searching for one. Found out my job was dissolved about 17 months ago. The contract ended in July 2023. It was quite controversial. So much so there was a New York Times article.
I participated in this by being interviewed by the journalist…but asked MY name be left out of it. I was trying to protect my wife who still worked at the school…and didn’t really think I should’ve just been protecting myself…?
Here’s the link if you’re curious:
https://www.nytimes.com/2023/07/04/theateschool-plays-politics.html?smid=nytcore-ios-share&referringSource=articleShare
I’m Stevie Ray Dallimore’s “unnamed counterpart”. I’ve been thinking of getting that on a t shirt. It pretty much expresses who I’ve been since January 2023…professionally, personally, and in so many other ways…even to myself. I’m writing this hoping some kind of discovery or self-realization comes…because I felt like I lost myself in the last 17 months. Maybe I was lost before that. I certainly was once my world collapsed…imploded in on itself.
Been working odd jobs driving Lyft, acting, directing, writing a one man show, coaching monologues and scenes, giving feedback to nursing students, teaching a five day workshop, and traveling A LOT. 12 separate flights in the last month. You really feel the exhaustion with all the takeoffs and landings. Been to multiple states for interviews, different cities for auditions, and that’s just the last month…
Over the last 17 months I’ve had over 75 interviews for jobs. Haven’t landed any full-time jobs. Been flown to Virginia, Colorado, Maryland (twice), North Carolina, and taken calls from jobs all across the USA, Germany, Egypt, and god knows how many other places I can’t recall.
After all the job interviews, after all the people asking me, “Are you ok?! How did this happen to your marriage?!” I know one definite thing…
I’m sick and bloody tired hearing my own voice talk about myself. Hell…even my one man show was about…everything. I’m proud of it…but it was a cry from within the dead center of this mess in terms of emotions as well as chronology. The things I wrote about in that echoed the things that happened, and kind of saw the things to come…
Here’s the link to that if you’re curious:
https://youtu.be/lUc9clV0CSY?si=M1X7PUCq3thAFohP
Now it’s over…officially. The job. The marriage. The home. Seeing my pets everyday. Knowing what “role” I was playing. In my career. In my marriage.
Whatever.
It’s now all just…wide open.
It’s over.
I wonder what the hell has begun…

(This might be a long read, have patience)
If there is anything i’d take from my experience of being blackmailed (Sextortion), it’s too never ever pay! But the irony is that you only learn this afterwards. You realise it’s just a brutal chess game of psychology…the scripts they use are too make you scared for your dignity in the moment & then completely surrender to their demands.
I never heard of this whole scam until after it happened to me, ofcourse you can guess the usual… talked to a girl on instagram casually, ‘she’ (lol) got abit frisky & ofcourse I returned the same energy thinking it was some harmless fun.
Then BOOM a scripted paragraph saying i’ll be exposed, with the 🍆 pics, face pics & my list of followers blah blah blah…
They asked for $ which i payed out of pure compliance (how stupid) then afterwards it was ‘over’, pics allegedly deleted with video proof.
A few weeks later after not responding, lo and behold i’m back too square 1…they still have the pics and trying to put fear into my heart.
Let me tell you this…
NO ONE scares me.
I called his bluff & told him to post it wherever and too whoever, I couldn’t care less!
The realisation i had was: The moment they had the photos, it was all over & they will always hang that over my head if i let them…so the only real straightforward strategy is too give them no hope of squeezing anything out of you. Play boring, broke & dumb.
Yes obviously there is still an element of concern as too what they’ll do with the photos but I’ve accepted that it’s uncontrollable…the mistake has been made.
As much as it’s typical & probably not what you want to hear… in the bigger picture, it means absolutely nothing…even if the whole world seen my 🍆, in 1 month, 6 months, 1 year, 3 years, 5 years, 10 years…no one will care. Plus my life goal is too raise an organic family not involved in the social media world & ofcourse meet a women with those same values. So if the ‘worst’ happens & it’s leaked too all people i know then it doesn’t change my overall goals regardless.
As difficult as it is, just take it on the chin.
Just remember that regardless of who you are and your situation, there’s good people in this world who will help and listen! Your seriously not alone & PLEASE don’t do anything silly like ending your life! It’s not worth it over something like this.
Ofcourse the main thing is preventing your personal family from seeing anything, so for their sake just tell them briefly that a scammer tricked you & has some inappropriate photos of you and tell them too not engage with any accounts they don’t know.
Put all accounts on private & change your account names or better yet create new ones, change any other links like phone numbers or emails…& the most obvious, never ever send your 🍆 too anyone online! Keep it in person lol.
(Bonus points: Get antivirus security software for all your devices, get a vpn service, pay for extra security on your wifi network (from your provider) & block ALL bot accounts you come across)
& you could also pay for a blackmail advisor consultation with a professional but that’s if you have the money to do so.
I’m not trying to say my experience will reflect identically to yours but sharing my experience could give you that extra information you need to make a strategic decision or possibly reassure you.
Good luck & remember in the massive timeline of your life…non of this will matter too you.
You just got to stay mentally resilient & remember they’re just trying to get paid…but there is rare cases of more evil people that will just do it for fun, so like i said…make a strategic plan based on your specific situation.
Understand scammer psychology, understand basic human instinct & you may get an edge to put a lid on the issue.
It’s ashame this exists but it’s happened! Your here! And now you need to adapt to fix it.
(One last point…they could be 1 step ahead and go through reddit to see the advice people give eachother. Not saying it’s true but I wouldn’t leave out the possibility! So be careful with the information and amount of detail you share regarding your experience & strategy.)

What it was like, what happened, and what it is like now... My sobriety date is January 10th, 2016. I had been coming in and out of the program of AA since I was 18 years old, I had a drawer full of white chips, and it wasn't until I was 33 years old that I had finally been beaten down enough and suffered enough consequences due to this disease that I was finally ready to surrender... not because I had any hope that things would get better, but because I was frightened of how they were on their way to getting worse.
I was finally ready to follow through in working all 12 steps with my sponsor, which I did over the course of a year. I moved onto a new sponsor, and worked them through again. I was hungry for this new life and I sought out the oldest of the old timers, women who had more years in sobriety than I had on this earth. I was desperate for change because I was faced with two choices: change, or face a life without my two precious children that had been wisely removed by the court and my ex-husband because of how I'd let this disease impact our lives like a category five hurricane. I learned quickly that it simply wasn't enough that my admission of powerless and taking of the first three steps stopped the proverbial winds of destruction from blowing; like a devastated city by the sea in the aftermath, I had a job of reconstruction ahead of me that wasn't going to be cleaned up over night... it was going to be a process of years before everything would come back together, and be restored to something better than I could have ever dreamed.
What I ended up discovering through the years of consistently working this program wasn't at all what I'd originally sought out. I just wanted the chaos to stop. I just wanted to be able to put down the bottle for good. I thought this was the alpha and omega of it. But this was just the barest beginning.
The cessation of drinking was only the tip of the proverbial iceberg. This program would do more than just divorce me from alcohol and substance abuse... it was going to completely transform me. Little by slowly, the working of the steps began to reshape my perspective as I had to accept a spiritual remedy or return to my own spiral of misery and the onward march to jails, institutions, and death.
Through the working of my inventory, my sponsors helped me to see that everything I resentfully blamed on my ex-husband, my abusive upbringing, my traumatic brain injury in early childhood, everyone who'd ever bullied or abused me had layers. Resentment would poison me; I had to forgive those against whom I harbored resentment not for their sake, but my own. Forgiveness, I discovered, set me free from this self-created prison. Letting go meant a greater freedom than I could have ever known.
And then, further on: most things I blamed on God for allowing to happen to happen to me, such as the loss of my precious children, my sponsors helped me to understand through my inventory were traceable back through so many actions I willfully chose that had a domino effect of consequences that I now had to face and accept as my responsibility. Whether or not other people were involved, I had to let this go, learning a new meaning of powerlessness and acceptance of things I could not change... namely, other people and their own actions... and focused on the only thing I could change: my own choices, moving forward. Understanding that the only way out was through. Bless them, change me wasn't just a catchphrase any longer... I was the only one over whom I had control. When I finally came to this realization, I was able to work through my own defects, see them for what they were, rise into the 6th and 7th steps to pray for their removal, to be taken to something better.
I was then able to identify and accept what "my part" had been in two decades of wrecked relationships with others. I was able to understand to whom I must make amends, and found the genuine willingness to do so, a long list made, a scouring of the internet and social media and looking up all the people upon whose lives I'd had a negative impact, people whom I had hurt. I owned my part, I made the amends and I was surprised at the response I got, overwhelmingly.... not one person told me to go to hell like I rightfully would have deserved, and none of them even expressed anger. Each of them shared with me in their own way how they knew I was very sick, very lost, and they knew inside somewhere I was a good person, I was just hurting and how they had always hoped that I would find recovery, find God, find a way to be who I was. They were happy for me. They had forgiven me long ago.
And as a result of working these steps, persisting through consequences I had to face and accept, finding that the only way out was through... my life was transformed. I was transformed. I got my children back... not instantly, but I began my journey in 2016 and by 2017, I had them back on weekends. By 2018, I had them back in a 50/50 arrangement. And by 2019, circumstances aligned so that they were returned to me full-time, and this was also the year the man who'd stuck by me during the worst moments of my disease and through the ups and downs of early sobriety asked me to marry him, and my girls and I had a whole new family, a whole new life... today, he is the man they call "Dad" and they have their biological father every weekend whom they call "Papa." He, too, has found recovery and is growing into a better life, he dated a great woman who adored my daughters in the same way my new husband has and he is marrying her this summer. As a show of love, she gave each of my daughters a special ring to symbolize her own commitment to them in how much she values the importance. We're now working together as a united front and a blended family for what's best for the girls and it is a blessing.
It has been a challenge, honestly, now that things have gotten better and the promises have come true to stick with a consistent practice of this program. Complacency is probably my biggest struggle, something I continually work on because it is so easy now to let all of the blessings of this program consume my life and cause the program not to take a first place priority. The reality is what it is though: if I forget where I come from, if I rest on my proverbial laurels, I will absolutely lose everything that I've gained and I will end up drunk. I am finding that it was ironically much easier to work the program diligently when I was at rock bottom and this was the only way to climb out.
As such, I know that today, my actions still have consequences, good and bad. Sometimes, as before, the consequences might not show up immediately, but they will always manifest. Fortunately, though, through the working of this program, especially in the initial few years of working through the steps and my inventory, I find that I am making more positive choices than I did once upon a time, and so just as I reaped what I had sewn early on in terms of negative consequences, I now find the same thing is true insomuch as I enjoy positive consequences perhaps to the same degree that I once experienced negative ones. The most solid part of all is the gift that the 12th step provides, practicing these principles in all my affairs, as well as Step 10 that I try my best to keep up with regularly, I am able now to much more quickly identify when I have made a wrong choice, when a resentment crops up, or when I owe someone an amends. It is just like keeping a house clean in a literal sense: doing small things each day maintains a level of consistent cleanliness that is much easier to maintain than letting things get messy and piled up and trying to go in and clean.
And most importantly of all.... when I came into this program, I reached for God and striving for the next right thing because it was either this, or worse consequences than I was already facing. As one day at a time began to flow into weeks, then months, then years, I found myself reaching for God and striving for the next right thing because I was seeing how it was bearing the fruit of my whole life improving. And now, as I am moving toward my 9th year of sobriety, so close to an actual decade... I have never forgotten these former two stages of my own evolution, which have merged into where I find myself now... reaching for God and striving for the next right thing, as it is written, "as unto Him", because I am in a new habit now of right living, right choosing, being a kind of active faith in which I know that, as a line in one of the devotional books said, "When we do the next right thing, all the power of God is behind you."
I can make these choices today especially in my classroom in devoting myself to my occupation as a labor of love, and this in and of itself being its own reward. I was nominated for "Teacher of the Year" this year, but I knew from this moment that it wasn't going to be God's will for me to receive such an accolade and I was perfectly at peace with this. Because doing the right thing as unto God for me today rests on a foundation of just how important anonymity is, in a way I never appreciated until recently. I think of the founders of AA, how Bill W. was offered an honorary PhD in Sociology from Harvard (I think this was he area), how they wanted to erect a huge monument over Dr. Bob and his wife's grave to mark them as founders... I can scarcely imagine how tempting these opportunities would have been, especially when we all have that ego part of ourselves that whispers, "I have worked hard for this and I deserve to be recoginzed!" But they turned these offers down, as so many others that came and went. Anonymity was and still is everything.
My oldest old timer sponsor--the one with more years sober than i had alive-- had to really work hard to make me see something I was stuck in around years 4-6: "I have worked SO HARD to get to where I am today!"
She told me over and over that I was missing the point: I made choices to do the next right thing, but I was incapable of getting myself anywhere but drunk on my own unaided will. It was God who you allowed to work through you.
I understand that a lot more today. I am proud of a strength I possess to be industrious. But "I" don't matter. I do my best to do the next right things because what really only matters is that God sees what I do. Through any talents, abilities, strengths He has given me, they are from Him, and they make me useful as a vessel to be of service. I am a sewer of seeds, and I may never know how my willingness to be of service impacts someone, but He does. My own anonymity protects me from me.
Of myself I am nothing, it is only through the grace of God and this program that I am where I am today. I ask daily in prayer to for Him to get me out of my way, to be made of service, for Him to show me the next right thing one moment at a time, and the power to carry that out.
And this is all that matters.

I’m looking for options to keep my home that my ex wants to sell. His name is on the loan as the borrower, I signed something on the loan too (they didn’t pull my credit so I’m not exactly sure what) We are both on the deed and were never married. I don’t think refinancing into my name is an option and I would lose the 2.6ish% interest rate as it’s not as assumable loan. There’s around $160,000 equity in the home and the loan balance is around $300,000. I should add that I’m a fair person but he doesn’t know that I know about all of his lies and cheating so I feel no obligation to uproot my life. I am willing to pay the house payment though. Can I just pay the payment and refuse to sell?

My name is Luyan, I was born in April 1970, in the village of Qingtaipao, Jinzhou City, China. My father was an electrical technician in a nearby brick factory. Mom was a farmer.
One day in September 1971, A guest came to our home, whom my father called Old Brother Liu from Shenyang (1). Dad said to mom: “Troupe Leader Liu knows physiognomy, and I want him to have a look our Luyan." Mom was impatient. Dad added: "Troupe Leader Liu is not a stranger, you should be more enthusiastic! he said, ‘He should not have Luyan seen him, otherwise it won't work'.” Mom and Dad went out of the bedroom. The three of them were whispering in the kitchen. Troupe Leader Liu asked about my birth date.
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Note 1, at this time, he was the deputy chief of the Northeast Military Region's Cultural Troupe, about 40 years old, a division officer. He is commonly referred to in this book as Troupe Leader Liu. Before and after this story, I couldn't hear his voice. He spoke in ancient Han; I heard what they were doing from my father's explanation to my mother.

2

Troupe Leader Liu said he wanted to see me and wrinkled the curtain between the kitchen and the bedroom. I didn't see him. Dad explained to mom what he said, "That wantonness he's sitting on, the high beam nose to forehead, is a monk's fate, no marriage life."
"What does that mean, no marriage? He can't get married for the rest of his life?" Mom asked.
After dad inquired with Troupe Leader Liu, explained to mom: "It is possible to get married, but the marriage is not happy or long-lasting."
Mom got upset after hearing that and came inside. My dad and Troupe Leader Liu were talking outside. After a while, Dad came into the bedroom and said to mom, "Why did you just leave!"
Mom replied: "He's godly! Who believes that nowadays."
Dad said: "People can see that, and you're not happy to hear it! He also told me that he was just speaking straight from his heart according to what the ancient books say, just directly speaking what he deemed truth. You shouldn’t be like that! If you don't believe, it's okay to just listen! You come out and talk together!"
Mom followed Dad out, asking as she walked: "What is it again?"
In the kitchen, Dad said to Mom: "Troupe Leader Liu said that his eldest daughter, Jianjun Liu (Eve Liu), is a sky fate (Goddess fate), gifted and smart, but also has a destined bad marriage life. He wants to betroth her to our Luyan; says the two are quite compatible. By tying them together as a pair, both of their bad marriage destinies will be broken."
Mom replied: "Look at his appearance! What can his daughter look like!"
Dad said: "That's just saying, his family is well off. Besides, his appearance is not good, his wife might be pretty!"
Mom said: "His family is doing well now. In this society, twenty years later, who knows what will happen!"
Dad said: "It's not good to refuse someone's offer. Besides, this is just a saying, in the future, the two children will become a couple or not, is the matter of the two of them. Now, we are trying to break Luyan’s bad marriage fate!"

3 Blindfolding

A little later, Dad and Troupe Leader Liu returned to the kitchen. Troupe Leader Liu said, "If I'm right, the boy will cry as soon as he sees me; however, he can only see me this one time."
Mom was in the back, and when she heard that, said, "There's that! Let's try it then! It won't hurt to see him once anyway."
They arranged the subsequent experiment in a whisper. Troupe Leader Liu added, “Then I'll blindfold him.”
Dad and mom both said they didn't understand.
Troupe Leader Liu said, “Oops! I just remembered that I can't let him see me again in the future!” After thinking for a while, he added, “It's okay! I'll arrange for someone to uncover the blindfold later.”
Mom said unhappily, "Why it doesn't matter!"
Dad smiled and said, "We don't understand, but if Troupe Leader Liu said it doesn't matter, then it doesn't matter!"
At that time, I was sitting on the bed in the bedroom; a man came in and walked straight into the inner room. Soon I forgot about it. Suddenly, he came out and walked directly toward me face to face, his face bloodless and expressionless. My mind exploded at the sight, before I could react. He floated back to the center of the house floor, and quickly turned toward the kitchen and out. Frightened, I crawled desperately toward the southeast of the bed, howling!
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Note 3, this paragraph describes the first step of the “Flesh Eye Through”: He approached me quickly, and as I watched, I felt as if the camera lens were focusing quickly, and my head felt as if it were going to explode. The shock caused me to fall in “children neurodevelopmental disorder”. One symptom of this disorder is visual impairment, which the ancients said blindfolded the eyes. The process of Revelation is in section 2.8; chapter 3 discussed more about the process of making “Flesh Eye Through”. Illustrations 1-3, left, are of ancient Mexican origin and represent the third step of the Flesh Eye Through practice, which Huitzilopochtli is lecturing to his godson. Figure 2 shows Tlaloc, whose eyes, in author my own opinion, are the ancient Mexican description of "non-dazzle" feature of the eyes. Figure 3 is a bronze mask unearthed at Sanxingdui in China, in author my own opinion, that is a description of the eyes of the “Flesh Eye Through” as “touching eyes”, i.e., the person who sees it may have the feeling of "being touched”, "being electrocuted".

In the kitchen, mom was surprised and said: "Oops! Really crying! What to do!"
Dad said, "We agreed, you go in and comfort him!"
Mom ran into the house and shouted, "What's wrong? What's wrong?"
I crawled to the edge of the bed and hugged mom, crying. Dad also came in.
Mom said angrily, "He was scared! We were both away and suddenly he saw a stranger. Look! Oh! My God! His hairs are standing on end! He scared the kid!"
Dad said, "Troupe Leader Liu asked you to ask."
Mom asked, "What? Ah! What's wrong? Tell mom, what's going on?"
I just, “Woo, woo!” gesticulated and couldn't speak.
Mom muttered angrily, "Just scared! This can't even speak anymore!” Mom stroked my head, and continually said, “All right! Ok! Tell mom, what did you see?”
I replied, "Man! Woo! Woo!”, gesturing with my hands.
Mom said to me, "Ah! A man came in and then went out again. It's okay, your dad and I know about it!"

4 Marriage Contract is sealed.

Dad went to the kitchen, came back a while later, and said to mom, "Troupe Leader Liu went out and asked us to discuss the two children's affairs."
Mom said, "Like you said, it's not a big deal. How much does he want?"
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Dad said, “He didn't say anything about money! It isn’t about money, is it?”
Mom said, "It's better to ask."
The three of them were talking in the kitchen. Troupe Leader Liu said, "Then the marriage is settled! There's no need for any money. This matter also concerns my girl! It's also my business, so I'll make the law (do the magic)."
Dad asked, "What should we do then?"
Troupe Leader Liu said, "I'll tell you later. While you were discussing this matter, I did something outside. Now, half of their Fates have been broken. The rest of the “Making Laws” (western similar words: to do magic) will be done outside somewhere in the future, might not in your house."
Dad said, "It's great that little Luyan will be able to get married in the future! Good Job! It’s all thanks to big brother's hard work!”

5 Vision Test

Some days later, my dad had just returned from work and was talking to my mom. The bedroom opening in my house is about 6.5 meters by 3.3 meters; however, I was surrounded by white fog and couldn't see them. Mom said: "Eve Liu gives gift to Luyan! Quickly let him have a look!”.
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When I crawled very close to my dad, saw the two toys he brought back: a yellow plastic gyro and a red ornate stick with spots of various colors. As I recall now, at that time, I could see a place 0.5m away and 0.9m in diameter, surrounded by white fog (note 5, this is a symptom of children neurodevelopmental disorder). I could only see half the width of my dad's body, not my mom. It is now estimated that I can't be more than 1.4m away from mom.
Mom said to Dad, "Looks like the kid has an eye problem! Getting down that close to see!"

6 Eve Liu

Another day, I was sitting on the bed in our bedroom, and my father said to my mother with a smile, “The other guy, that who, went to Shenyang and saw the Troupe Leader Liu. His family is doing well. I even asked him about his big girl (i.e., Eve Liu). How old is she!? She runs around, is not afraid of strangers, talks to people when she sees them, recites poems, sings songs, and can-do arithmetic within 100.”
Mom replied, “You still remember! She goes to a daycare center or kindergarten! I've heard that's where people are taught. What does that kid look like?”
Dad replied, "That I didn't ask."
Mom laughed and said, “You hid it from me!" Turning to me and said, "This little man, has a wife in the big city. In the future, after we go to school, we'll study hard and be better than her, we look down her! We're not going to climb up that high branch!”
Dad said, “Why don't you know? I couldn't ask. All he said was that the little girl was so smart, not afraid of strangers, and ran around the front and back yards. Such a little girl! Who can say she looks ugly!?”
Mom went into the inner room and stopped talking. At that time, I really wanted to listen. Mom noticed and said to Dad, “Little Luyan probably understands this! As soon as we talked Eve Liu, he stared and concentrated, listening very carefully!"
It seems that by this time, my eyesight had returned to near normal.
The End

Hello, you can call me Drake, I honestly looking for find someone who is the perfect other half to myself. I currently work from home so am available most of the time. In my free time I enjoy playing video games, watching anime or reading just to name a few. I also love sports of basically any kind and watch them and go to sporting events and concerts when I can. Musically I lean more into rock and metal but am not opposed to pretty much anything but most country music.
As far as what I am looking for, more than anything someone who I feel a connection to when I talk to them. Someone who shares hobbies or interests would obviously me great, if we could play games or watch anime together count me in, but I also like learning about people and what they enjoy just the same! If any of this interests you feel free to send me a chat, also there are pictures of my on my profile if you want to see what I look like. Hope you are all having a great day!

I want to place a compact shrub in my secret, lost, Gothic, cottage garden, located on the side of my house, so sun half day.
It’s going next to two steps down. And while it’s a wide step, the shrub might brush the person using the steps so I want a shrub that’s sensory soft or neutral. Bonus if there’s someway to shove a statuary head in the middle of it or get it to grow around a pedestal with one on it.
I’d like something visual medium to tall in height to semi block viability and add visual interest.
I’d love it to smell good.
Folliage color is cool. Flowers are awesome. I don’t want anything yellow or orange or pink. I’m looking for purple, dark red, ideally. But fall color of yellow is fine.
Lastly something that doesn’t grow really wide and squat, like a butterfly bush.
What am I looking for? Thanks?

i just remembered this youtuber.. she had a very mousey face, i think she lived with her boyfriend and there was a lot of drama with her family. she made videos about mental health/storytimes and i think she also made conspiracy theory videos. like i said she was very young looking, her channel was just her name. the videos were low quality, she didn't have a setup or anything, just her in her house. i think she had a relatively big following but not big enough that she ever moved to LA - she seems to have dropped of the internet. the most similar youtubers from that time period that made videos like hers were vereena and dez machado.

Good evening to y'all.
So a few hours ago I commented on a post that was reflecting about the great number of credited voice actors with the full list of the dubbed names for the eleven starting players for both Raimon and Hokuyou Gakuen. But since then I noticed two thing about that list that I believe to be interesting enough to be on its own post.
Every team in Inazuma Eleven follows an aesthetic theme no matter how loose or obvious it is, from something as obvious such as Zeus (greek mythology) or Big Waves (aussie surfers) to some less obvious teams such as Kidokawa Seishuu (mid to upper-class junior college with strong sporting culture) or The Empire (a team from Captain Tsubasa and just how argentinian footballers looked in the 90s and early 2000s, also their names).
The themes of both Raimon and Hokuyou are pretty evident looking at their names. I don't believe this gives us any hint on how their hissatsu or narrative will be but there's a common pattern. I am also going purely by dubbed names, because for me it takes too much time looking at every japanese name.
This list was already posted once by me, as I said, so sorry for the spam. But here it is:
Raimon Eleven Dubbed Names:

1. Dantouya Kanata - Zander Warmington (warm tones)
2. Shigure Yuusuke - Viorain Maleby (violet)
3. Tenguuji Rei - Clement Mariner (clematis, lemon yellow, marine blue)
4. Toono Zenya - Boone Wretman (no idea lmfao)
5. Akasode Matsuri - Jazmine Carmine (jasmine and carmine, this one cannot get more obvious)
6. Kido Satoru - Colton Sharps (coltsfoot)
7. Arashi Daisuke - Maddock Johnson (earthworms?)
8. Hoshimura Nao - Eleanor Estella (no idea at first glance? googling brings up a star shaped flower from LOTR. cool reference if true.)
9. Tsukikage Ren - Darian Moonward (moonwort and maybe clarian flowers?)
10. Endou Haru - Harper Evans (I don't really think his name is really a coloubotany reference at all I think they just went with the "H" thing but there's harper's beauty)
11. Nogami Yuu - Talon Lewis (lewis monkeyflower)

As y'all can see there is a clear pattern of their names having references to both COLOURS and BOTANY. I'm also not implying that the Raimon hissatsu will be flower themed or sum' but it makes a lot of sense coming from this Raimon, especially, taking a look on how over-the-top colourful their designs are and how they first stood out to everyone when people found out about them in the first time.
But what's very interesting about this is the following:
So let me put y'all in game. In the credits the names are grouped together in a very particular way. The are loosely sorted by order of apperance but you can see that the names that were present and SPEAKING in the same cutscene appear next to one another. 1) there's the main cast; 2) then the people from the Raimon vs Hokuyou cutscene; 3) the three more relevant adults from the first chapter that appeared in different cutscenes; 4) then the baseball club cutscene dudes; 5) the rest of the Raimon team; 6) ??????????; 7) the rest of the Hokuyou team and 8) ?????????????
What were those spoiler tagged groups? We don't know for sure. But they're both composed of FIVE names that follow the thematic sense of the previous group. Five as always been the size of a bench in Inazuma Eleven and following the thematic names thing. I believe they are the bench players of both Raimon and Hokuyou, because they cannot be anyone else anyways.
In Raimon they are: Mama Sigdale (sidalcea), Nino Gamberini (idk lol), Kaeo Springfield (cannot get more flowery than this), Milan McGrath (grafting horticulary technique, shoutouts to both my nan and my boy Josefumi Kujou) and Hortensia Raintree (hortensia is a synonym of hydrangea and also their name in español and portuguese).
I would go instantly to Hokuyou Gakuen's possible bench but I'mma go for the main team first to say what I believe to be their pattern of thematic names:

1. Jinnai Gohei - Milo Rankin
2. Yagura Takajin - Peake Fletcher (a fletcher is an arrow vendor)
3. Jouhekidou Sanpei - Sentry Scarborough (sentry guard)
4. Yarisaki Yuuji - Autry Rogers (auditor, medieval occupation related to accounting)
5. Tonda Mannen - Bohdi Field (field for battlefield or crops field, most likely the former due to the given name)
6. Hohira Ayumu - Chase Winthrop (calthrop, anti-cavaltry medieval weapon)
7. Kishibe Towa - Hawky Savard (no idea, sounds like the most british insult ever tho, read it in a heavy north yorkshire or scouse accent for bonus comedy points)
8. Shinkari Eito - Taliesin Greenhunt (taliesin is the name of a mythical bard, also "to hunt")
9. Shinano Masashi - Ivan Mercer (a mercer is an textiles seller)
10. Tomobe Jin - Erdem Barath (also zero clue)
11. Soramiya Sei - Nikas Himmelstein (himmel is german for sky/heaven)

So yeah. I believe there's a pattern of MEDIEVAL themed names here. Some are very obvious like the Sentry, Mercer and Fletcher names. Again, not claiming anything about their history, how they'll play in the narrative, hissatsu or anything else. The five names next to them are even more obviously medieval themed than these eleven!
They are: Hugh Pronghorn (prong as in pointed parts of a pointy weapon or tool, think about the Three Pronged Attack tactic in the game), Denzel Harvest (it could either go to damsel or harvest, you pick), Everett Shipman (ship), Armin Marshall (could go to marshall for stable keeper, marshall for military commander or martial for military) ,and finally Conley Quiver (a quiver is a container for arrows).
All the other names are of people we already know because they were in the first chapter, but there are a few exceptions and some more info about some characters we already saw:
Verity is the name of Unmei's mother and Howell is the name of Briar's father. By exclusion of parts we can determine that Raimon's coach is named Addison Norris and the manager is named Leia Caperton.
Then there are five names that I can only assume to be the baseball club's? But they could also be the thug's? Maybe a mix of both? I would go with them being the baseball club's on the very basis of simply believing that they will be named in the future, as they will be recruitable characters for the football team and we already saw them in a 5x5 battle in a trailer. The thugs already had their chance of being named but they went by Thug A, Thug B and Thug C. They are:
Maximus Cordray; Eamon Cattrall; Zayn Pinegrove; Kendrick Townsend; and Flynn Duval.
And that's all. I am also totally open to corrections, I am a fallible human being, as is everyone else. Would love to see y'all's input in the names and their themes and inspirations. Also sorry for not digging the japanese names.
Thank you for reading. :))

I feel like i’ve really been thrust into the deep end immediately. I don’t really even know where to start but i think context is Import so i’ll begin with that:
My family are socially and emotionally “tolerant” but financially supportive. They more or less refuse to call me my chosen name or refer to me as he but fund my transition and idly allow me to do whatever i need to do. I’m grateful for what I have but it doesn’t help in how alone I feel in pursuing it. I don’t have any trans friends medically transitioning at this moment either so there’s nobody to actually discuss this with in depth besides some offhand complaints i make to certain close cis friends.
I’m in the UK so I’m in private care for HRT + surgeries (fucking extortionate) and the onus is completely on me to align every single appointment appropriately with 3 different providers who are all seemingly being as obtuse as possible. I just turned 18 earlier this year and started on T almost immediately, I had 3 appointments with a private gender clinic in another city prior to starting HRT and am expected to see this clinic every 3 months for checkups + prescriptions which is standard enough. My NHS GP however refused shared care and are now refusing to do bloodtests after initially being willing to cooperate on that front. Even then i ended up missing the 3 month window between my first checkup with the gender clinic to have my bloodtest results ready because my NHS GP only does appointments on the day and I have to spend hours in the morning on hold which is annoying at best and exhausting at worst.
As soon as I started T I looked into top surgery surgeons as I want to have that out of the way as soon as possible and ideally I’d have it done before starting uni in September. Fortunately I did book a date in July so I’ll be able to have a lot of the rudimentary aftercare out of the way before uni as well but the surgeon is on the other side of the country (400 miles away) so I’m having to fly down.
For my consultation I took an 8 hour train and stayed with a friend who lives in the same city as the practice which was a massive help but i realised it would be a dogshit idea to stick myself in a shitey train for 8 hours after major surgery in the summer heat so i opted for the 1 hour plane trip but that comes with its own issues. I wanted to wait until i had my deed poll done to actually decide to get my ID but again im realising that I’m probably just going to have to get an ID as soon as possible for the flight and tank it having my deadname etc. It isn’t the end of the world but on top of everything else it feels like another massive pain in the arse.
Another issue was my gender clinic didn’t inform me they wanted me to have an appointment specifically for a top surgery referral. I understood that they’d want that if I was going through them to find a surgeon but because I did the research on my own I thought they’d be happy to just write it. This means that i’m having the referral appointment a week before i travel for surgery which I’m trying to force to the back of my mind because I know it’s something that i can’t control anymore but it just feels like more mounting stress.
There are many more smaller issues such as the the gender clinic where I’m receiving my HRT being 2 hours away but I think my main problem is just how isolating the experience is. Nobody around me understands how frustrating it is to stitch together all these different appointments in a way that aligns reasonably but at the same time i dont feel like i have any right to complain. I’m getting treatment at an ideal point while most other young trans people in the UK are being shafted and i’ve been out of school/work for a year at this point.
I just don’t know what to make of it. I’m juggling all this shit but I also feel completely stunted and behind people my age but hopefully that issue will resolve itself once I’m in uni and am at least a bit stealth. I think as well now that I’m on T and know i’m 2 months away from this surgery I’ve desperately wanted since i was 11 my resolve is starting to wear thin and I just want to live as a normal guy who can go to the gym comfortably or just fucking leave the house without stressing about how my chest is sitting etc.
Thanks for reading, sorry if this comes off as needless whinging. Any advice or anecdotes would be nice to hear at least