It's been over a year now since. Highschool sweethearts, love of my life since I was 16 and he was 18. Even then I knew there were red flags, but he was an 18 year old and I told him exactly what I wanted and he agreed. We were good for the most part, at least I thought so. He always had his inconsiderate moments but Wes work it out - or rather I'd just move by because I wanted to nurture the relationship.
He broke up with me several times before. Once because of health thing I couldn't control. Another because he was supposedly having job and money issues he wanted to figure out alone. Another because I moved in with him and his grandma after a house fire and he got tired of me being in the same room as him when I didn't move out quick enough because my family struggled to find a home. There were a couple other occasions I know I missed. Each time I let him go with love and wished him the best, but told him I was sure he was my person. He always came back. Despite the fact that for years he wanted to sow his oats, explore, see what was out there. I encouraged him to do what he needed but he assured me that he wanted to be with me.
I knew when he was having doubts. He'd get hot and cold, grow distant at odd times. He liked sexy pictures of girls online - and when I saw him doing it I worked up the courage to say that it made me uncomfortable and he was defensive at first before apologizing. He did it again a year later and had no remorse. And used the opportunity to tell me he'd been thinking about breaking up with me around my birthday. He admitted that to me on other occasions too. He pushed me to take a job in another state because he knew it would be an excuse to leave me. And he always discussed doubts about our relationship with other people, one of those people being one of my best friends since I was in middle school.
He broke up with me this last time a month before our 8 year anniversary. He said he didn't want to live together and struggled to see a future. He wanted to get numbers and show up his friends with no game. He said he didn't know who could satisfy him emotionally, mentally, sexually (except maybe a threesome ((his words))). But he wanted to be single. Unlike the last time he announced it to our friend group in a prewritten message, changed his status, removed our pictures, and went out to the bar two days later and asked for a mutual friend's number.
He did a lot to continue to hurt me. Including trying to come back out of jealousy.

• asked for the mutual friends number
• liked my mom's provocative pictures on Instagram
• he didn't remember the year I was born
• he only treated me like a friend in group settings
• he never knew how to comfort me
• didn't defend me to his grandma who called me a gold digger even though I never asked him for a penny
• always used me to gauge his feelings
• got a 21 year old girlfriend
• called me crying to say he could only envision a future with me, but then said he actually wanted to be with the new girlfriend and that he actually didn't feel anything romantic for me despite all he said during our 6 hour in person talk
• hit on his "best friends" ex and got nudes from another one

He wants to come back, and I've been able to tell him no despite him saying everything he knows I want to hear. But I know I dragged out the pain for a year. My dog had passed last week and I just went silent (which I was prone to doing with him) and he finally blocked me I wasn't responding how he wanted. And I know it's for the best and I should have blocked him myself but I love him so much. I'm grieving all over again. I just want to rant I suppose. Or get reassurance. Or be told I'm stupid and need to get over it.
Sorry this was so long. I left out so many things. Just feeling really anxious today and wanted to get it out. I really just want to know how everyone has coped with their breakups, even if the person did bad things.

I've been rotting ever since. My whole family is a wreck. It was such a surprise. I loved my mom. She was beautiful and the nicest person you'd have ever met. She would give her last 5 dollars to a stranger if they asked. She never yelled, never lied. She loved to sing. She'd sing every day doing normal chores and in the car. I used to tell her to cut it out because it was annoying. Mom would sing to me in public too. She had a little nursery rhyme song for everything that she made up when it wasn't just normal music. I told her to stop over and over until she did because it was embarrassing. I fucking wish I could hear it again.
On my 18th she committed. She did it in the fucking closet of her room. I remember walking into the house feeling this gut wrenching fear. I knew something was wrong and begged my sister to come look for mom with me since dad wasn't home but she felt it too and said that we should just call the police. I'll never forget how quiet the house was. We had birds and they weren't chirping even though they always did. I'll always remember the way the air felt and the way my anxiety was. I couldn't wait for the police to get here and found her myself. I screamed, cried, and the rest was just a blur.
I couldn't read the note she left. My family has had arguments all over and my dad has been drowning himself in alcohol and bringing home random women. I'm the youngest. I will never understand why she did it on my birthday. Maybe it says it in the note. I don't know who has it. Part of me wishes that I had read it but the other never wants to know the answer. She was so happy. The rare times my dad is sober now he's apologizing and talking to mom like she's around. She'd probably cuddle him and tell him that it's okay. She was that kind of person. She wouldn't even be angry with what he's doing because she would see the heartbreak and forgive him. She was so, so kind. I don't know why this happened.
I want to commit next. I miss my mom so much. She was so nice. I loved her the most out of everyone. She was so happy when I brought home my first girlfriend and she teased me about leaving the door open. She always wanted grandchildren. She would cut the crusts off my sandwiches because I was always too much of a bitch to just eat them. She brought me sandwiches the day before with crusts off. I don't know why this happened.
I miss her. I just needed to tell someone. I can't talk to my siblings and my dad isn't my dad anymore. I don't want to pain my family any more than they already are. The whole community is grieving since she was so involved. I have no one to go to. I have to be strong for my sisters and I'm the one who takes care of my dad. I don't even know why the fuck I'm writing this. It isn't going to make a difference. I just needed to talk.

Hi. I am very much a full-time working mom (typically 60+ hours a week in office, but often 80+) with a husband who also works a lot. We are very lucky to have disposable income to pay for some help — we have a part-time nanny who gets my kids from school until my husband gets home from work (she doesn’t cook or do more than very light housework but she is reliable and kind and we are generally happy with her), we have a housekeeper who comes once a week to clean (one of the issues is that she is terrible - but better than nothing and it feels daunting to find someone new), and a gardener who comes every other week, and we also have the occasional babysitter come for evening events every few weeks. I feel very lucky to have help, but because I work so much, I am still working without any help at least 20 hours a week and between my husband and I, we are still doing the majority of domestic/life duties.
One of the issues I struggle with is I grew up in a middle class home and we never had any outside help and I don’t really know how to manage/direct people in these environments (I struggle to verbalize if expectations aren’t being met - and don’t even really know what my expectations should be [this is not an issue in my professional life]). I’ve never had anyone model this type of dynamic or how to manage getting domestic help/support.
So my question is (appreciating this is a very privileged conundrum), how have people learned how to navigate outsourcing? Did anyone grow up with this dynamic or have an incredible parent (like a working mom of their own) who showed them the way? I’m so daunted by training people to help me, that I just do most everything myself… but I really feel like I need more support. If anyone has figured this out and has tips, they would be very appreciated. Thank you!

I suppose I’m looking for sympathy/consolation. I haven’t shared the S sleep paralysis story with anyone. I’ve had sleep paralysis since I was a kid. I’d sleep and wake up to see/feel the presence of a witch. And I feel a spine arching sensation down my back, the discomfort was so intense. Sometimes I would see giant spiders hanging from the ceiling. My sister couldn’t see them. It then turned to a heavy shadow sitting on my chest as a teen in my room. 2009-2013 I would cry when I’d finally be freed. I prayed (I was told this would help) but it often wouldn’t help. I’m now atheist 🍜 Between 2018-2021, it got worse. I had a bad break up and a car accident where my car was totaled in 2018, only a month apart. Sleep paralysis was frequent. In 2019, I had the worst episode of my life. I felt like something had tied down my wrists next to me when I woke up in the middle of the night. I could move my head but not the rest of my body. Then I felt my leg, which was angled out like the #4, be pulled by my ankle so my legs were now straight and shaped like a V . And then I felt like my ankles were being held down by someone. I was beyond terrified. I’m surprised I didn’t pee myself. I felt so sexually threatened, something I hadn’t felt before. I have been SA but I can’t remember any of it. This presence said “I can do this to you and you can’t do anything to stop me” type of shit. I knew I was alone in my room.
In February of 2020 I took a birthday trip to Costa Rica. I had an amazing time. I was in a hostel in the volcano area (I forgot the name of the town)and was in the room alone in a room of 8 beds. My mistake was to watch a scary movie before bed. I didn’t finish it, ended up wanting to go to sleep. Then I felt a tiny rattle on the back of my neck, right where neck and head meet. I immediately knew I was paralyzed. The rattling feeling got intense and bigger. As if a million bugs or critters were scratching away trying to get out of my head. Not painful. But immensely uncomfortable. I fought it. I was cussing at this “presence”. I said no. Fuck you. I’m not letting you do this. Cussing in Spanish too. I fought it and after a few minutes I was freed. My mom called me the next morning. She said she had a bad feeling and couldn’t sleep. She asked me if I was ok if anything had happened so I told her about what happened. She was 3K miles away from me and felt uneasy through my sleep paralysis.
It’s only happened a few more times after CR, and now I’ve been sleep paralysis demon free for at least 2 years for sure. I had the mental fortitude to make it go away and hopefully never comes back. Idk if this helped but I got therapy, did the magic fungi a few times and processed my trauma. But those two episodes of SP will forever haunt me.

I was chatting one of my friends last night before doing homework, and my mom saw the tab open.
And she flipped the fuck out.
First she was like "so there's a reason your grades dropped", and then next part being her threatening me over college tuition, saying she wasn't paying for some "poor ass college"
I literally cannot make her happy in any way and the ups and downs are fucking crazy.
Like I barely have time for my own shit anymore and my mom is not helping.

Hello, I come hoping to learn because I am struggling and as a result, I fear I am causing the suffering of my dad and I don't want to do that. I will apologize in advance if this is long and also for any misunderstanding that I have that comes off as judgemental or ignorant about BPD. I just am starting to learn about this and need perspective.
My dad and I have had a really difficult relationship for many years. I feel he criticizes, micromanages and constantly blames others for problems that he creates and spends lots of time talking about how he is the victims of life's constant bad circumstances against him. At the same time, my dad has caused a lot of harm to people whom I love. My half brother and sister from my mom's first marriage were treated very poorly by him, but my dad doesn't acknowledge any of that and it is hurtful. He has also been unkind and rude to my mother whom I treasure. I have spoken to him about his many, many times in many ways.
The situation has gotten worse after my mom recently passed away in September. My dad has been openly resentful and hurtful toward my mom almost consistently in the 30 years since they got divorced. Since she passed I told him in no uncertain terms that I cannot have him speak ill of my mom. That I don't want to ever hear him talk about their marriage or divorce and that I will not suffer him saying anything negative or hurtful about her.
On my mom's first Heavenly birthday just a few weeks ago, he sent me a completely unsolicited message and among other things made negative comments about her and about their marriage. It was devastating to me. I had already been keeping my dad at an arms length but this made me want to go no contact.
As I have been talking with my therapist about this, she has repeatedly stated that she believes that my dad has BPD and that he "isn't capable of a relationship in the way that I want and expect my dad to show up for me" and that " people with BPD suffer immensely emotionally because of the difficulty they have to connect" which made me feel that I am needlessly hurting my dad by withholding my relationship with him if he truly doesn't understand how his actions and words harm me.
I have decided that I want to try to have a relationship with my dad but I also need to have some self preservation and my dad does not seem to know when is hurting my heart.
I am open to learning whatever I can to help me safely approach and foster a relationship with my dad and seek your guidance. If you have read this far, I appreciate you.

So first of all i never posted in reddit so idk what it will look like but yeah sorry.
I got with my girlfriend 1,5 year ago online, we talk everytime we can and we spend times together, we make food we watch movie...
and one day (7 month in the relationship) i got to see her on surprise cus she live in a different country and we both minors, she got muslim and strict parent so we see each other on secret, i already tried talking to her parent but im not muslim and her dad is really not someone normal.
the day i saw her i finally saw the life different, everything was colorful and pretty around me, i felt like i never saw the life like this she made every single moment happy and fun, i never felt that before im never showing any emotion unless im with her, i was so happy i was finally myself and she liked it, i offered her a ring and everything, it was perfect.
Until i had to go, i couldn't say goodbye to her due to her parent, i had to take the plane whitout a last goodbye in real life, this was so painfull and i started to see the world grey again, everything was borring and sad i dont feel right and i dont know why, i was thinking i will get used to it again but no, im in my room 24/7 alone waiting for a chance to see her... but guess what my parent tell me to wait my birthday and she is in vacation thoses dates so i need to wait 1 more year starting for now, when we will see each other 2 year would have passed.
i dont know how to not feel sad anymore.

So, this is my first time writing on reddit.
I (m21) found out my ex (m24) cheated on me. We have known each other since June last year, we met just a couple weeks after he broke up with his long-time boyfriend of 6 years. We live 1 and a half hours away from each other. I live in Brisbane; he lives in the countryside. So, every weekend we were always together. We started officially dating in September. I was only out at the time to my friends, not to my family, so getting into this relationship was a bit scary because he was out and proud. It’s funny because in the beginning he would try to accuse me of cheating, tell me he’s scared of me cheating, but I would’ve never done that. I loved him. Turns out, he was the one cheating.
In December last year, he told me to respond to an Instagram message for him. After I sent it, I saw a message he had sent this guy, A, he commented on his story, something flirty and it caught my eye. I confronted him about it. He admitted to being “lonely” and wanted to talk to him. Then he tells me he thought the guy was attractive. He was a friend of one of his co-workers. My ex only saw this guy once! Anyways, he would block this guy, then unblock him, then block him again, etc.
There have been times where I’ve had to confront him on a lot of stuff. For example, his ex. He told me his ex was blocked; he would never talk to him but that was all a lie. I would see notifications from his ex, he would tell me, his ex would create all these accounts just to get in contact with him, which that part was true but my problem was that he would never tell me but he never understood why that was a problem. When we went away for our six month anniversary last month, we wanted to watch Netflix but the Netflix on the hotel TV wasn't working so he told me to get his laptop and we'd watch "Is It Cake?" on there. His iMessage dings. He doesn't use iMessage. I see a text from a number and it was like "how dare you use my trauma against me" and "I just want to talk." His ex was always asking for money and would say "I need to talk it's important" and it wouldn't be important. He was always asking for money. I asked him why he didn't tell me he was still talking to his ex, he just told me "he wanted to see the kittens. I said to him if he wanted to buy one, he could see them but if he wasn't buying one, I don't want him near me" and he told me it was no big deal and that he loved me. Told me he deleted and blocked the number but I went through his blocked list, the number wasn't there but I didn't bring it up. I just moved on and wanted to enjoy our holiday. Then, when I was getting my tyres done, he told me about some random number calling him twice and he sent me a screenshot. In the screenshot it showed his call log, like, his calling history. Turns out he was on the phone to his ex, through Instagram the night before after we said "goodnight" to each other. He then said "oh yeah, I forgot to tell you. My ex called me last night about the kittens, again." and I was pissed because how do you forget to tell someone that. We ended up having a huge fight about it, he said he feels bad for his ex because he has no family and all this stuff. All these excuses. Again, I ended up forgiving him and moving on.
Fast forward to Monday, I recieved a friend request on Insta from the guy I confronted my ex about back in December, A, and I knew what was happening but I just deleted his request but then he kept on requesting to follow me. I told my ex about it and he told me not to worry about it. Then, yesterday on Tuesday, all day, I had this sick feeling in my stomach because I had a feeling something was going to happen. Then that night, I received a message from his old co-worker she said "I think you need to see this" and I responded with a question mark because nothing had come through but then the screenshots and screen recordings came through. My heart sank. He has been messaging A since December and messaged him again when he got back from my house after celebrating his birthday with me (I spent over $300 on his presents) and my family (my mum bought me a couple presents too) early because his birthday is on a Monday and I can't be there. (He stayed at mine, Thursday, Friday, and went home on Saturday). That Saturday, was my grandparents 50th wedding anniversary lunch, where my nanna said to my ex "you're apart of the family now", which made me happy but I loved him and I loved that my family loved him but that same Saturday, he went home and texted A. When I was looking at the screenshots of the texts and screen recordings, the screen recordings showed he was on Tinder. I was fucking mad. I called him immediately and said "what the fuck!" and I started reading out the texts he would send this guy on Instagram and on Snapchat. The other guy, A, didn't entertain him. He would just ignore him or just have small talk but it was just my boyfriend doing the flirting but what broke me was when A asked my ex "who's the J in your bio" and my ex said "that's my boyfriend. We're in an open relationship." I felt my heart break into a million pieces. He basically confirmed everything, said he was on Tinder and said he was on Grindr, and he said he was last on Grindr "two days ago" and yesterday, two days ago, was Sunday. I was at his house, he would've been on it when I left his. I felt so many different feelings all at once, I felt like I was going to burst. I then, just went over to my best friend's house but both A and my ex, told me they haven't had sex and my ex told me, that even though he was on Grindr and Tinder, he didn't sleep with anyone just talked to a couple guys and that's it.
I obviously broke up with him yesterday but we're stilling messaging each other. I even called him last night after I got back from my friend's house and we spoke more about the situation. I know still having contact with him isn't good for me but I still love him. Even though we only dated for six-almost seven months, I still love him. I think because this is my first relationship, I want to cling on this but at the same time, I know I deserve better. I haven't cried yet. I don't think I will tbh. He keeps saying how he's sorry and how he feels guilty and all I can think is then why do any of this in the first place? I told him last night, if you were feeling this way, talk to me, hell even break up with me. I remember in the beginning our relationship, I told him that he'd have to break up with me because I don't like the idea of me breaking up with someone but hey, I broke up with him. He told me he had made some "big mistakes" and I said "you made choices. Not mistakes. Calling it a mistake is trying to avoid that the idea has a consequence" then he said "if you want me to suffer than just don't ever get back with me" and I said "I don't want you to suffer but no, I don't see us getting back together. I love you and I've forgiven you for the past shady shit you've done and I can forgive you for this but I will never forget it." I just can't be with him knowing he did this. I had this feeling for months that he was doing stuff behind my back and now that's it all confirmed, it makes me feel good now that I don't have to constantly worry about what my boyfriend is doing. I would worry so much it was making me sick. He would tell me he loved me, he wanted to marry me, he bought me a promise ring, he told me he wanted kids with me, told me he wanted to do everything with me. He told me how sorry he was, how guilty he felt because he said I'm the sweetest, kindest, caring, funniest and most loving person he's ever met and he's going to miss me heaps but all I can think about is like if he did love me, if he did think of me like that, why would he do what he did.
This morning, we were talking some more and I told him that even that I hated what happened, that I was still thankful for the memories because before him, I wasn't doing anything. I was just working and going to uni. My life was pretty boring but thanks to him, I found this confidence and I got all this self-esteem but even though it's only been a day, I can feel my confidence and self-esteem going away. I told my family this morning, well, I told my youngest sister (15) last night because she saw how upset I was and she said "you want me to beat him up" and my other sister (17), I told her this morning and she just called him a cunt and told me I'm better off. My mum, she loved my boyfriend so she was a bit disappointed in him but I was happy when she didn't react, she just sat there and listened to me and told me "maybe you two will work things out" and I told her "no, I don't think I can" and she said "and that's fine." I wish I could talk to my dad but I'm not out to him because he's like crazy homophobic even though my sisters have told me he's asked them if my ex and I were dating lol and said he's ok with it and will love me but I don't know, I'm just still scared to tell him. Maybe one day. My cousin (26) though, I'm very close with her, she's pan, I came out to her two years ago when we went to spread our aunties ashes (weird I know but we went for a walk and it felt right) and she basically told me "I knew it!" apparently everyone knew I was gay before I even came out. I honestly felt like I hid it well but nope. The only person who had no idea was my mum lol but my cousin told me, how she has never seen me happier and was so shocked when I told her that we broke up and the reason why. She thought he was a good guy. We all thought that.
On my grandparents anniversary card, they've been married for 50 years, which I mentioned above and I wrote "I hope I get to experience your type of love one day" in a sense that my ex and I, would end up celebrating our 50th wedding anniversary, even more in the future but unfortunately we won't but I know I will someday. One day. I'm only 21. I know not all guys are bad but for the mean time, I'll just be focusing on my assignments for uni, work, and getting back into the gym. It's been a while but I'm currently sitting in the library at uni writing this listening to a mix of fun songs and sad songs by Raye, Adele, Beyoncé, Lemonade hits different now that I can relate to the songs except Freedom because I'm not black. Love the song though. I'm white as paper. Milk even. I've been listening to Kim Petras, Ethel Cain, Miss Britney, Ariana Grande, again true story, bye and We Can't be friends hit different now. Who else? Rihanna, Megan thee Stallion, Glorilla, Bia, miss Olivia Rodrigo and some Taytay even though I'm not a big fan of miss swift, her pen game is strong. Respect. I've also been listening to Dua Lipa, Ayesha Erotica, Black Veil Brides, Queen Nicki, Billie Eilish, Chase Atlantic, The Neighbourhood, Charlie XCX, Kylie Minogue, Tate McRae, Villain of the Story, Loreen (Tattoo is amazing!), Doja Cat, also my guilty pleasure song, "Jam" by miss Kim K. I love her. I love a boss bitch. I've been told my music is very confusing. One minute I'm listening to "treat me like a slut" then Yungblud plays.
Anyways, I know I'll be alright.

✮⋆˙ introduction ✮⋆˙

so my last post was about the realities that i have shifted to. however, this post will be about the realities that i plan to shift to/my wishful thinking. i have either thought of shifting to here or have already scripted such. i will provide a brief explanation about my dr and why i am shifting there as well as any scripting or ideas about it that i do have.

˖ ִֶָ𐀔 fairy dr ˖ ִֶָ𐀔

this dr is the one that i showed visuals for in a post not too long ago. in this reality, i am a fairy trying to hide my identity. my shadow shows my wings as the light casts upon me.
i come from a wealthy family. one who also hides identities about this. my familiar will be either a ferret, a wolf, or a crow. i personally cannot decide. i will probably spin a wheel for that.
this one is my priority to shift to next so fingers crossed! i find it somewhat difficult to shift to a new location the first time versus shifting to one that i am familiar with. i am debating between just adding this reality to my waiting room or shifting directly to it.
yes, i have a lot of chosen one esque drs, idk what to tell you there. i just enjoy the idea of hiding a big secret.

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ percy jackson dr ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ

i love the percy jackson franchise and i love the lightning thief musical.

˚❀༉‧₊˚. code lyoko dr

code lyoko is a french animated and eventually a live action tv show about a group of children trying to fight a digital virus that can escape into the real world known as xana while also helping their friend escape the virtual world. her and her memories are connected to the virtual world meaning that if the super computer is turned off, she will go into a comatose state until it is back on. zana is connected to the virtual world however so in order to get her out of the place known as lyoko, they also have to keep xana around. to fight xana, they must go inside of lyoko through a virtual machine to transport their bodies and consciousness into the super computer.
i watched this series in middle school and was always so fascinated about how it works. i wish to shift to this reality one day. however, i do worry about how the experience about getting into lyoko would feel like. i am excited to go to it one day. i would shift to the english version of the show as that's the one that i grew up with. the voices of them feel more familiar to me.
so, about me in this reality. i am the main character aelita's sibling. aelita is the character in the super computer. i am a teacher at the middle school they attend. ten years ago, i went off to college before the events of the series took place. unbeknownst to me, my father was chased by officials and put my sister in a virtual computer. the computer was turned off and they left. i was told that they were missing.
that was until i came to teach at this boarding middle school. by this time i am twenty-eight years old. i have noticed the strange behaviors of my students and how they behave. even though they have returned to the past on occasion, the times that they don't i remember their behaviors as they could be troubling students.
spoilers for the show at this point onward, skip to the next section of my child actor dr if needed.
eventually, aelita is brought back to earth and is enrolled in the school. i see my little sister again. she seems to recognize me but not sure from where but i recognize her instantly. i mention needing a moment during class to which i try to process what had just happened. i come back and ask her to stay behind class and tell her everything. eventually, i help her fill in the blanks.
i've never really had such a wordy script for a concept before. i usually just bring a few ideas and sees how it plays out with a script but yeah.

𝜗𝜚˚⋆ child actor dr 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

in this one, i am an actor since childhood. i star in mostly live action. i look just as i do in this dr. i starred in shows like the sweet life of zack and cody as a child who stays in the hotel. said child being two to four years old but grows up with the cast. i return in sweet life on deck to visit for a cruise momentarily.
as for other castings, i was thinking a lot of disney based shows. after a few years my contract will end and i changed my shtick from childhood sweetheart on stage to having to play a young tween character on stage. later having to do teen roles which i still do to this day. specific shows aside from the suite life franchise have still been undecided however. i may just watch old shows for the sake of nostalgia and form my opinions there.
i intend for it to be multiple shifts each depending on age range of myself.

𖦹°⭒˚ edith finch dr 𖦹°⭒˚

yes, the game what remains of edith finch. it is a rather sad but sweet game in a bittersweet way. if you haven't heard of it, go play it or watch a game play or skip to the next section because there will be spoilers for it. i suppose they can be classified as spoilers.
so the game itself talks about a girl who visits the home of her old family that she hadn't visited since childhood. every room in the house belongs to a dead relative and every member in her family is dead. going all the way with her great grandma to her mom and brothers. her uncles, cousins, grandpa, great uncles, great aunts, they're all dead. all siblings died in childhood except for one that lasted long enough to have and raise a child. at least carry one into adulthood. if they had multiple children, all siblings aside from one died. that one could have a child and continue the legacy but probably die shortly after. the average age of living in this family is nineteen.
so, with all of that said, why would i want to insert myself into a story that is essentially made to die due to the curse that the family has? well, by the end of the game, the girl we play as through most of the story dies. she was pregnant with a child and died through childbirth. the ending shows that the child did in fact make it to adulthood.
this exposition was long enough but now for the shifting scripting part. i wanted to expand upon the story and basically shift to be the son that edith left behind. edith has a brother who ran away and went missing instead of died and he lived long enough to have a child too. i want to script that i meet said uncle and said cousin that i have. we return to the house together and explore it since i was given the house for inheritance and visit the graves. to give said uncle closure.

🍙 tokyo ghoul dr 🍙

i would wanna work for the anti ghoul association. either that or i plan to make a spin off reality to this reality. basically i own these mini trinket masks that if the user wears, they get a kagune. they can use it to fight. then they can use the weapon to attack. after they remove their mask, they can't eat foods or drink liquids that aren't water or coffee until an hour is up for the powers to calm down.
this is just a quick brainstorm of an idea. i find the ideas of the powers that ghouls have to be super cool.

⋆˚ʚɞ newsies dr ⋆˚ʚɞ

it was one of the first musicals i ever listened to. i haven't listened to it in a while but i still remember it fondly. i don't have any plans or ideas of shifting there. i could either shift to be a character in the plot or an actor. this could correlate with my child actor dr even. jeez, my waiting room is gonna get real crowded soon haha.

~ the good place dr ~

not much to say about this other than i wanna shift here. it would be cool to. i recently got into the show so now i want to shift to it. it's not a priority though until i script it properly or at the very least, have a general idea about it.

ᥫ᭡ guardian angel dr ᥫ᭡

a reality in which i am a guardian angel. i really enjoy helping and protecting people. i wish to guide others throughout the course of life and beyond. as a spiritual person, i find this dr to be a very comforting and calming dr. just the idea of watching over someone.

౨ৎ ˖ ࣪⊹ conclusion ౨ৎ ˖ ࣪⊹

these are quite a lot of drs that i wrote. again, majority of these are wishful thinking. however, i think that's i may have to waver between or cut back on a few of these haha. probably should narrow it down as to not overwhelm myself again like last time.
stay safe and happy shifting! ᥫ᭡

My husband (34M) and I (32F) have been together for 6 years and now have a 10 month old baby. I moved out here to the Bay Area from the east coast for him and our life together. I feel as is I have made a lot of sacrifices on my end and am starting to become resentful towards my husband and in laws. For background context I come from an immigrant family raised poor and have done very well for myself. I was the first one in my entire extended family to go to college and still the only one to be a collegiate athlete. I have worked since I was 14 at any hosting/waitressing gig that I could find. To this day I still help support my family financially as most eldest children of immigrants do. Regardless I managed to save up 250k by age 27. I fell in love with my husband at that age and decided to move out to him after a 1 1/2 year of making long distance work. We were both on the same page of what we wanted in life with family etc. My now husband however is a white male with a relatively privileged background in comparison. Moving 3000 miles from everything I knew was hard for sure but I jumped in and made it work and found a way. After moving to california I found a good paying job in a new industry/career I wanted to pursue after only 3 months. And quickly in 5 years I am now able to make annually what I had originally saved up. As I’m sure everyone knows affording living in California is no easy feat but with my large lump savings it has allowed us to become home owners. After having a baby however the stress of finances and reliable help has heightened. Day care for a 40 hour work week is 3000-4000 a month in my area, and as hard as I’ve researched there is nothing (and I wish I was exaggerating) under 2900 a month. Before taxes are taken out that is easily the equivalent of a 60-70k job. My mother in law is a retired pre school teacher of almost 40 years. Part of the reasoning of my move was to have my MIL around to help raise our babies. She seems like a perfect fit right? We weighed out all 3 options, move to him, move to me, or move somewhere new entirely. We both wanted to be close to family and decided that my husbands place would be the most ideal. He also kind of guilt tripped me into agreeing that since they were older than my parents and its best to spend more time with them as we‘ll have more time with my mom later. My MIL however is the most passive aggressive person I have ever met, BUT ONLY TO ME! She has 2 sons and I am married to the youngest. She doesn’t have a good relationship with her other daughter in law but would literally suck her d*** to get her approval. I have always gone above and beyond to be kind and giving to her. In comparison to her other daughter in law I am a complete 180. She has a key and an open door policy to my place, I converse and spend time with her for hours and I constantly cook and or buy dinner for them on a weekly basis. I am thoughtful and buy all the family’s presents for all holidays and birthdays. When the men are around she is the sweetest thing but when its just us, always throws the most jabs at me. From saying things like “oh my you sure you’re not going to break your ankle in those or are you just trying to get attention” “wow more food are you trying to make me fat/out do me?” “Is that new, ive never seen it, do you have a shopping addiction he he” To even “I'm not sure we need you around here making us look bad you sure you don’t miss the east coast?” I take it in the chin with a smile on my face and always change the subject as I was always taught to not talk back to my elders. My husband told that she was going to take care of the baby once its time for me to go back to work. Weeks before that time came she started talking about how busy she was with volunteering and sending daycare recommendations our way as a hint. When her and my husband had that talk everything seemed fine as she started watching the baby 5x a week. Im the one who does the drop off and pick up however and I have to hear it every day 2x a day. To her son she only says how happy and lucky she is to get to spend time with her granddaughter etc. To me she is saying how it takes up so much of her time and its boring watching a baby. My husband doesn’t even believe me. After sacrificing my family (which I miss so deeply) my friends, and even my passion in life which was coaching youth sports just to jump in the corporate bs world because I recognized quickly that’s what it would take to live comfortably out here, IM DRAINED. All my money, time, efforts and energy have gone into him and his family pretty much and I can’t even get the support I was promised. Honestly it would have been easy for me to just buy a house straight up for 250k on the east coast have no mortgage, just coach and make a little money but it was what made me happy, and have my mom around who would happily help with our babies around. Instead I’ve given it all to this man for this situation and for my MIL to constantly complain about “how much i do for you” instead of recognizing how much I’ve done for her son. It infuriates me. My mother would view this as a privilege not a burden and cries every time we have to FaceTime. My MIL has asked me to ”take a day or two off work every week” or “make sure you try to be here by 2 when my shows starts” and I’m at a breaking point. I’ve been sneaking into work late and getting out early for months now just to ease her load. But I’m struggling at work and it’s noticeable in my results now. I also make more money then my husband by 6 figures and have the financial pressures on my back. One day I snapped back with “that’s something you're gonna need to talk to your son about” and all hell broke loose. My husband came home pissed that I had said so many derogatory things to his mom, shamed her for not being a good enough caretaker, the works. She then said she “needed space” and I took a week off work in order to take care of the baby. I went to try and smooth things over with her after a couple days and found her incredibly hammered at 9am in the morning. Stumbling on her words and feet my FIL came out looking mortified and tried to hide her back in her room. I figured she was upset and left it at that only to try to go back the next morning TO THE SAME THING. After talking to my husband he finally tells me that she is a struggling alcoholic and has been for 50 years! He says “but she’s a functioning alcoholic so she just needs to get this intense period out of her system she’ll bounce back“ The rage and disbelief I had with both the situation and my husband was out of control. Was she drinking while watching the baby? You knew about this and put our daughter in that situation? To save money on daycare you let our daughter there knowingly? Functioning wtf?! Was all her BS a way to get distance so she could drink? The more I thought back there were definitely days where I just thought she was more loopy than others, was that her drinking a moderate amount.? After talking to my SIL it was and she has been drinking every day without a day off for the last 20 years and that’s why they had a tainted relationship. I didn‘t talk to my husband for days and started looking for other homes on the east coast closer to my family. After a couple days I sat him down and only said this.. “Here are other homes we can move to or you get another job to cover the bills or I’m reporting all of you to CPS and there is no more us and our family” It feels harsh, so Am I the A****** for bluntly dropping this ultimatum on my husband?

I need a pro/con list for continuing to pump. I'm 8 months postpartum today, and I don't know if I can/want to keep doing this. I'm having serious mom-guilt over it and a little bit of anxiety. What's you pro/con for pumping/quitting??
My backstory, if you want it:
We were in the NICU for 1 week with a feeding tube for a few days because he wouldn't eat. The docs kept requiring him to eat larger and larger quantities each day before we could leave. It was stressful and I felt so guilty force feeding him, so we could get out. He started eating donor milk, then my milk.
When we got home, we tried nursing, but he wasn't gaining weight, which was concerning because when we left the hospital he was well above his birth weight. His pediatrician said my milk wasn't fatty enough, and we should try formula. I tried giving him 2 bottles of formula which he hated and spit up everywhere. BUT, I knew this couldn't be right since he gained weight just fine in the hospital with my milk. This whole situation stressed me out even more and I started eating fatty foods, and trying to get him to drink more. We were doing a combo of breast for 10 min, then bottle, and I basically spent all day trying to feed him. After 3 lactation consultants, a pediatric dentist, chiropractor, osteopath, and a new pediatrician, we still don't know why he couldn't transfer, but 8 weeks had gone by and I was done trying. He was perfectly fine with the bottle, and breastfeeding just wasn't in the cards for us. I wanted to enjoy my baby. I found so much peace in accepting that and exclusively pumping, and he's been doing great!
I've always produced enough for him plus a growing freezer stash, and I probably have a month's worth frozen. I was never anti formula and think there are serious benefits to combo feeding breast milk and formula if he'd drink both, but the feeding experience detailed above gave me a serious complex about my milk vs formula. I'm so worried about switching anything up. Also, I'm a teacher with summer break approaching. I currently pump before work, at lunch, before going home, and before bed. The idea of pumping over the summer does not seem enjoyable to me. It's almost easier with work because I have a set schedule, and someone to watch my baby. Also, bathing suits and these deflating/reinflating boobs are a handful. I hate planning my life around pumping!
My only pros for pumping right now are saving money on formula, not having to deal with my feeding anxiety/my baby is happy with breast milk, and I'm losing weight from making all of this milk. Vain, I know, but whatever. I could make a much longer list of pros for quitting, but is quantity greater than quality?? Your advice is needed!

psst — yes, you! are you also looking for someone to spend the rest of your life with? well, it seems you’re in the right place. my name is nicole and i’m a twenty-two year old college student. i’m currently located in NJ but, i definitely wouldn’t mind a long distance relationship as long as you don’t mind either! if we’re talking specifics here, i am ONLY open to a serious relationship. if you’re not, then do not message me and waste my time or yours.
⟳ specifics about me: i’m single (of course), i’m around 5’2, i am a BBW, i’m a latina (i also speak spanish fluently), i wear glasses, and for the most part i tend to have short/medium-length black hair.
⟳ don’t be dry or boring. i will always make the effort to keep a conversation going but i will make the quick decision to un-add/un-friend if you are adding nothing to the conversation. you’ll ONLY be blocked if you say something weird to me.
⟳ i will not respond to people that sent low effort messages such as: “hi, hey, hru and so on.”
⟳ i enjoy horror everything so if that’s your thing, definitely let me know!
⟳ i’m also obsessed with playing Fall Guys, so if that’s your thing as well then you’ve definitely piqued my interest.
⟳ vc (‘voice chat’) or getting on a call is absolutely necessary. i just feel as though i connect more with people that way. so, if you’re down to talk on the phone, im always happy to do so as well!
⟳ mainly active on discord.
⟳ video of myself posted on my page.
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⟳ verify that you’re an actual person (PIC OF YOURSELF) <- must be done or i will NOT respond ‼️‼️‼️‼️
⟳ id prefer someone that’s at least somewhat around my age: 18-28.
⟳ i would definitely enjoy meeting someone that’s a gamer as well! <3
⟳ that’s all. just be YOU and you’re solid (:
if you’ve checked all those boxes, feel free to send me a message! the scariest part of talking to someone new is taking that first step but, if its worth it to you, then it’ll be worth it in the long run! c:

So I 18 (mtf) have been transitioning for about a year. Also I am not out to anyone except my mom and sister which doesn’t acknowledge the fact that I’m trans. My dad is an unstable person and hasn’t seen me in three months because of work. He along with his side of the family is coming to my graduation and they also haven’t seen me in about 4 months, and in those 4 month I really changed, I changed so much that I fully pass as a female now. Which is why I am scared for graduation, also the fact that after graduation I have to go down to Mississippi (I live in Maryland) for a week to meet more family on his side. Which is also scary because obviously it’s Mississippi. But also because I’m away from my house.
But after that week I don’t get to go home, I have to go to California for 2 months to stay with my mom side of the family which I enjoy more than my dad side because they are more opened minded. But idk how they feel about trans people and they haven’t seen me in years so idk. But I also have to work with my uncle in California where I have to clean bathrooms at the beaches so idk how that’s gonna go because I fully pass as a female. And when I used to work for him I obviously was cleaning the boys bathroom.
Idk I’m so scared, idk what to do. I can’t anymore, I was just feeling so happy about passing know it feels like a curse. I hate being trans!!!!!!!!! Uggggghhhhhh

Good evening to everyone on this sub, I’d like to start off by saying I apologize if I’ve put this in the wrong place, but I feel as though many people here will have much more life experience and wisdom than myself on this topic, so here goes nothing.
P.S. This is going to be long as fuck so I apologize in advance lol.
I’ll start this off by giving a brief profile: I am 17 years old and about to graduate in a few weeks. My last long-term relationship ran from March ‘22-August ‘22 and it was not until about four months ago that I decided I was “over it” (I speculate I may have held limerence towards that person as well). In that time I developed an addiction to weed (daily use started in July-ish) that still runs to this day, for a multitude of different reasons, that relationship included. I’ve experienced most of the negative side effects of that addiction, and although I am still dependent on it, I am in a much more manageable state than I once was (I was smoking 2-3 times a day as a junior in HS). In the time following me and that persons separation I felt lonely often and had a hard time being able to validate myself. It’s almost important to mention that my home life is not the smoothest that it’s ever been, and the combination of stress from that, school, and this big transition Im about to experience has taken a large toll on my life in the last 3 months or so.
So to my present situation. I met a girl at a birthday party my friend of mine was hosting (3 and a half months ago), and I quickly spotted her and decided I wanted to try and talk to her. Before even doing so, my friends mother and another friend of mine had encouraged me to talk to her because “we would be good together” (they both know her much better than me). To sum it up, it was not long before we ran off from the party, went on a long walk and talked for over an hour, and opting to go for ANOTHER shortly after, to which I kissed her for a long time. She had proclaimed that she sensed a real connection between us and seemed concerned about seeing me again, so I decided to keep things going because I had not felt this excited or connected to someone since my last partner. It’s important to note that she lives in a town about 35 minutes away, and I don’t currently have a car, so there is an obvious distance. The next week I went to her friends birthday party in her town and it went even better than the weekend prior, we once again separated ourselves from the party and got more intimate than the weekend prior. I ended up telling her a lot of the burdens in my life and it was the first time I had felt heard, you guessed it, since my previous partner. That night ended with more intimacy and her driving me home at 6 in the morning, and I thought about this night non-stop for probably 2 months. After that I was under the impression that we were seeing each other until she silently pulled away and I was unsure why. Radio silence for about a week. I was in the process of trying to accept this when we coincidentally ended up at a friends house at the same time and ended up talking things over (about 2 months after initially meeting her). Long story short, I forgave her and welcomed her back into my life. This is when the daydreaming of “what could be” and the perfect fantasy started again, except this time with a more positive outlook. About a week and a half later I called her and asked her to be my date to prom, which she happily agreed to. There was about 3 and a half weeks between then and my prom, which was this past Saturday. About 2 weeks ago she drunkenly called me and apologized for her pulling away and revealed how much it was bothering her, but I tried my best to reassure her that I had moved on and only saw that as a moment in time. The beginning part went well but rendered slightly awkward (I feel like mutual sobriety contributed to this), but the after party was when things took off. She told me that she wanted to go on another walk with me at some point that night, which made me happy because I knew what I was going to experience. This time was different than the first; there was an unspoken level of comfortablility she revealed only around me, and she told me how she wanted me to visit her in college and how she was disappointed we didn’t have the time to develop a relationship, and how long distance would probably be difficult. I asked her why she felt this level of comfortability with me, and she said it was because “she could tell I was a good person with only good intentions, and would never do anything to hurt her.” None of this was discussed extensively but rather we focused on trying to enjoy each others company, when I asked her if I could kiss her again. She told me that she wanted to ask but she felt anxious to or something like that. We spent a lot of time on that walk being intimate, into the rest of the party at my friend’s house at times we had unintentionally secluded ourselves (going to get another drink, etc). She stayed the night and I walked her to her car the next morning, and she told me she would see me again because she still has a sweatshirt of mine, I gave her a long hug and we went our separate ways. It’s important to note that she has admitted to being a bad texter, and that she did not believe in the superficiality of developing a relationship over Snapchat (our main form of communication), which is something I’ve aligned with since before meeting her. And we were both drunk 3 of the 4 times I saw her. I am also now realizing we don’t really address these moments in sobriety which raises concern to me. In the times between seeing her, we have small conversations here and there and Snap throughout the day. Needless to say, I still think a lot about what it would “be like” to be in a relationship with her and see her more often, and find myself disappointed when I don’t hear from her for a while. But at the smallest sign of validity, it entirely flips.
I want to know if this is something that I should address with her, as I want to have a manageable relationship with her in whatever aspect that may be. I also want to source more validation from other aspects of my life besides her. I already exercise about 4-5 times a week and that has kept me in line more than if I wasn’t, but I feel as though I need to do something about this directly in order to make progress. Again, I apologize for making this so fucking long lmao and if you read this all you are amazing. Any input, whether I want or don’t want to hear it, is fully welcomed.

Soo, I'm pretty well just realizing how I've been emotionally neglected most of my life growing up. Not to mention the lack of respect my mom and sister have towards me anymore..
Tiny Background: My family has always been the "tough love" type of family. Didn't tell each other that we loved each other much, we just kinda knew we did. Didn't hear it from mom much.. never was the lovey dovey type of family with all the hugs and kisses and such. You fall over "ahhh, get up you're finee.." Never was emotionally open with each other.. if we were it somehow lead into some kind of argument.
Anywayyy...
A lot of the time growing up and even currently to this day I am deemed as the "sensitive" one. I cant take a "joke." So on and so forth.. Times I would come to my mom about things going on in my life and instead of the listening to me with support and understanding I was met with criticism or judgment. Anytime I would go to my sister to tell her things you should want to talk to your sister about and trust that she would keep in confidentiality she would break that trust and go to mom about whatever it was. And lately I have noticed that since moving out in 2020 that my family never really has checked up on me.. they don't even text to ask how I am doing, only time that I hear from them is if there is some family event that occurs in us having to talk and plan out whats going on, and who's coming or who is driving etc. Not only that but anytime I am with my family (mainly my mom and sister) I am suddenly the butt of the jokes that they make, usually including my dating life.
Most of the time I would be excited to tell my family about some new interest I have whether that be with someone new in my life or whatever new hobby I may have picked up. But it always would result in them laughing and claiming how apparently an ex of mine looked like my dad (my parents divorced when i was approximately 8yrs old) and laugh about how I have a type in the men I choose...
Something that pushed me over the edge this past 2023 family Christmas was a comment my sister made and then my mom chimed in with some other "joke"/hurtful comment. We were all playing Cards Against Humanity as we do most holidays and something about the card that I had pulled brought up the topic of my dating life.. and my sister brought up apparently having "daddy issues" and then my mom chimed in with her comment, I don't remember what she said because I was simply over here being stuck mentally about why tf my sister would make a "joke" like that, and they both were laughing about it. THAT HURT! I played the game for like 5 more mins and I said I was done and moved out of the way to sit across the room. Anyway as the day went on I was driving back home to my place from my moms since we had all carpooled at the time. And all I could think about was what my sister had said earlier that day and was bawling on the way home hurt by her "joke."
At that point I had told myself to never tell my family anything about my life that essentially had made me happy within my dating life. Cause all that they would do is "tease me" and make fun of my life and the people I was enjoying life with.
I will say that it hurts though.. cause I had dealt with this bs from my family my whole life, and to not feel safe in telling them personal things anymore has been more of a grieving process for me.
First it was my sister betraying my trust in telling her things I would think a sister would keep to herself, and continuing to even do so today. And then it was the fact that my sister and my mom now essentially team up against me anytime i see them just to make me feel like shit. Now anytime there is a family event all I can think is what bs are they gonna pull out of their asses to make fun of me this time?
I just never understood it.. why me?

This particular event happened a few days ago, so some emotions (and/or lack thereof) are still a bit raw.
For context: My (f, 27) ex friend (f, 22) and I used to be inseparable in all ways you could imagine. It was almost like we were sisters and many of our mutual friends considered us as such. We would video chat, text, talk, hang out, and all that jazz every single day. My ex-friend (I'll call her Hannah) also has a known streak woth many mutual friends to say "fuck all" and burn every bridge possible for a man. As of right now, Hannah's on a crazy emotional bender as she is preparing to move halfway across the USA for a player-military dude who has a track record of going through women, they've dated for less than a year, and their ENTIRE relationship is based on rebound sex.
While I have been nothing but encouraging to her on her endeavors for love and liberty, I have my personal opinions that I haven't shared with her directly as she's already heard it from other friends. This move will also be a HUGE growing-up process for her as everything she has now (apartment, car, lack of bills) has all been handed to her by her family.
I just recently celebrated my birthday (I had a huge party that she was invited to and didn't show), mother's day, bid my baby brother a farewell as he's gone off to basic. All of these things, Hannah was aware of... but she ignored me for weeks and I passed it off as her being busy with her huge move. Reasonable, right? That's what I thought as well until I saw daily snap stories or fb reels of her getting hammered at a concert one night, or with friends the other, and of course, restaurant photos with her family. She moves in a little under a month, so it was shocking to me to see her out and about so much because she was so stressed about saving money.
Fast forward to this last weekend - I was very upset with Hannah and was planning on what to say to her to work all of this out. That plan went out the window when the first thing she messaged me after weeks of ignoring me was, "How much money do you make hourly?" Around 11:00pm after not saying anything to me for weeks. I told her to research my pay on our job's company page since it's pretty open (we work at the same place).
Hannah then asked me what was wrong, and my response was something to the effect of, "You haven't spoken to me for weeks, missed my birthday, mother's day, and everything I told you about, and this is the first thing you text me?" I never received an actual apology, and her responses escalated from, "ok whatever. I'll eat that." To, "I missed your birthday, so what? It's not like it's a big deal."
I was surprisingly in a calm demeanor when I informed her that I cannot deal with inconsistent relationships by any means and how much I gave up my comforts and boundaries to be her friend as we ran in separate circles, and Hannah wanted me to open up a bit more and not make my marriage and children my entire personality. Hannah's response to this was a very mature, "You're not needed or important." And, "I'm so happy I'm leaving now, because I'm tired of you always being mad at someone." Which is far from the truth about my personality.
After receiving all that, I figured the conversation was going nowhere, so I turned off my phone and went to bed. The next morning, I discovered that she removed me from all social media. For the last few days, a notification pops up on my TikTok stating that she viewed my profile (almost daily). Maybe I'm not as unimportant as she claims I am.
The only other person I've told (beside my husband and mother) is my friend, and Hannah's ex-friend (I'll call him Junior). Since then, Junior's informed me that she has been speaking poorly and has been going through the wringer mentally, emotionally, and financially. My response to this was how much I don't care anymore which is new territory for me, and feels like a half-truth right now... like I'm convincing myself to not give a fuck. I've always been the cry-on-my-shoulder mom friend, even before I had children. I mourn for the good memories before the fallout, but I need to put my foot down and speak up for myself. AITAH for that?

Hey! So, I don't think many people have seen it but I am making a small "What if" for an Inazuma Eleven FF with only girls, which I called IE Lightning Tower
I decided to share some thoughts about the project since it is now in its 10th chapter... And it's my birthday! May 22nd to be more exact. So I hope you're enjoying the series, if you have any questions or suggestions I'll be happy to answer!
So, since we haven't started FF, I think I should talk more about it. This FF will be in two parts, a group tournament with 4 teams playing against each of the other 3 teams and, by a point system, the top two teams will move to the next phase, which will be an Elimination Bracket with all the teams who made out of the 1st phase
Some teams from OG FF will be featured, such as Teikoku Gakuen and Kidokawa, but I'll be adding teams we saw in Season 2, like Osaka Girls CCC and Hakuren (These are just examples, there may be more of each). I'll also be including some Ares teams, since theoretically they should also exist at the same time as the OG season, so be prepared to see teams like Seishou Gakuen
I'm not the best artist, so I won't be able to have a lot of art for this series, but I have commissioned some art for it from u/Phoenixfighter___ which I believe you'll like!
I'll also take the moment to thank both Phoenix and u/bunsybunsss for allowing me to use their amazing OCs for this, please do check them out, their art is beautiful
But that's it, I hope you all have a great day and see you around!

My daughter who will be 3 in June was evaluated by as you are about 2 months ago. they told me she wasn't autistic but she has a sensory processing disorder and that she was a gifted child and that she needed speech therapy bc she gets very frustrated she knows what we're saying but can't say what she's trying to. We go to her first therapy appointment appointment this past Monday and with in 30 minutes she asked if she had been evaluated for autism. Then she tells me that most of the kids they see that have been evaluated by as you are they have to get them reevaluated bc they do actually have autism. I was trying to explain to the lady that was evaluating my daughter us being in her room isn't going to show what going somewhere else will her room is her safe place. But she just wouldn't listen to me and honestly I don't think watching ny daughter for 10 minutes is long enough. Anyways now we have to take my daughter a hour away so she can be evaluated again ( insurance is annoying). I'm just so frustrated because for 2 months Iv been thinking I was wrong and it was something I was doing and I was just a bad mom. But now someone else in that field has seen what i needed them to see and I'm happy but just so frustrated.

My SO just got into a huge fight and honestly, it’s always reoccurring because 99% of the time it’s about the kids and money. As you can imagine sports, school and everything else for 5 kids is a lot of money. The first year and a half of our relationship I supported the kids and him financially. I won’t take all the credit but without me he wouldn’t have been able to do it. We have them EOWE and it had got to the point when it was our weekend we didn’t have enough money for groceries, birthdays and to give BM when she asked. He pays $1,000 a month in CS. And no, in the past 3 years he hasn’t given her much for anything else, just what is required. $12,000 a year in CS, $12,000+ a year for medical and she gets to claim all the kids on taxes which is obviously is a lot. Today, our finances are better but we don’t have a big enough house for all the kids and we’re trying to get in the position to make it happen. Anyways, I have a hard time understanding why all the kids need to be in sports. It’s a lot but they both have the mindset of it’s the kids are happy that’s all that matters and I really do understand the reasoning. I have one son and I want those things for him. He isn’t good at communicating things to me about BM or the kids, so is it wrong to assume I have the right to know things? BM can be HC and he doesn’t speak his mind even when he should. He’s blind to realize that parental alienation has been happening, but doesn’t fight to fix that issue. He tells me today that he needs to pay $275 for cheer and the deadline is in a few days. He was made aware two weeks ago, so how does that not effect my household when an unexpected finance happens. Sure we’ll make it happen but it triggered me especially when three of the kids have birthdays coming up. He needed to get a cash loan until his payday just to cover it. That’s the history of their relationship. They were so broke cash loans were constant and I personally don’t want to live like. And we wouldn’t have to if we budgeted like we need to do.
I think it’s the fact that BM will tell him the plans instead of discussing it with him first. I feel like any plans about the children should be discussed with him before she makes any decision. And his boys were just in baseball and BM will ONLY send him the schedule of the games she wants him to attend. Or the games that fall on our weekend. So when the 11 year old calls asking where his dad is and we weren’t aware, nothing is said. He just looks like a POS and BM gets the laugh. The control BM has because nothing is ever done. He lets her get away with stuff.
He called me and BM a bitch. The first time he’s ever called me that, and that he’s trapped. And now I feel like I’m overreacting.

I'm an altar server at my church, and have been for several years. Over time, I've encountered several different types of people, some nice, some not so nice, but this one takes the cake.
First Encounter: (Mid-summer, 2015) I'm enjoying a nice evening out, relaxing at a local casino, sitting at the sportsbook deli counter, watching baseball. I hear a voice to my right say "How's Dagwood?" (obviously not real name). I figure since I'm in a deli, it's someone asking about the sandwich of that name. Then, I get tapped on the shoulder, and there's a lady standing there. She asks, "You work at St. Anonymous church, right?" Well, no, I'm just an altar server, but whatever. She proceeds to clarify that she's inquiring about our associate pastor, Father "Dagwood." She hasn't seen him in several weeks, and wants to know if he's okay. He was on vacation. This was announced. I reassure her of his okayness, in fact I had even seen him earlier that day. She thanks me, moves on. Off-putting, due to her not calling him Father at first, but overall not too bad. If only it had remained that way.
Second Encounter: (Fall, 2015) I'm enjoying a nice evening out, at the same local casino. This time I'm in the restroom, fixing my hair, which had gotten messed up a little. I'm not really paying attention to the other women in the restroom (I never really do). Suddenly, I hear the same question again, "You work at St. Anonymous, right?" Well, no, I'm just an altar server... She proceeds to ask my about the "old gentleman in the wheelchair" that attends the Mass I serve. That would be our founding pastor. She insists no, not the "Old Father," the other gentleman in the wheelchair. Spoiler: There is none. The only other regular at that time in a wheelchair is decidedly female, comes with her husband. The woman is insistent, there is another man in a wheelchair, his daughter is the young minister with the long brown hair. I'm just "not recalling, and will know who she's talking about when I see him." Not only is there no other man in a wheelchair, there is no young female minster with long brown hair. Just for giggles, I double-check with our coordinator that following weekend, ask if there's ever been a minister whose father was in a wheelchair. Nope. Never. Overall, this encounter was slightly more annoying, but again, not too bad in the scope of things. If only it had ended here.
Third Encounter: (March, 2016) My mom and I go out for a lovely St. Patrick's Day buffet dinner. On the way home, she suggests stopping off for some grocery shopping. We're strolling through the store, and as we're about to turn onto the next aisle, the same woman from before is coming off that aisle. She instantly recognizes me, and starts gushing. Then, she notices my shirt. It's a skull wearing a green Irish tam, surrounded by snakes in various shades of green. The woman switches from the happy gushing to having a mild meltdown over the shirt. It's "evil", it's "Satan", "snakes & skulls mean the devil". She says I shouldn't wear it. Well, I figure she wouldn't know if I ever intend to wear it again or not, so I try shrugging off her mini-rant, and move on, but she stops me, and continues to insist I shouldn't wear the shirt. "You should take it off!" My brain finally processes that she expects me to take the shirt off, right then & there in the middle of the store, and either finish shopping in my bra, or at the very least make my way to the exit, then drive home in only my bra. I know some women are comfortable doing things like that, but I'm not one of them. My mother tries reassuring the woman, telling her it represents St. Patrick expelling the snakes from Ireland. The woman is not convinced, and it visually disappointed that I will not remove the shirt on the spot. She finally walks away, shaking her head, and continuing to advise me to get rid of the shirt. By this encounter, I'm certainly wishing I lived on a different planet from this woman. Unfortunately, the story does not quite end here.
Fourth Encounter: (Summer, 2022) I'm sitting in the room where we get ready for Mass, talking with one of the ministers. We get there early to set up, and it was still just us at this point. Suddenly, a woman appears in the doorway. Since it's been over 6 years at this point, and the lady had gone gray, I didn't recognize her at first. We ask her if we can help her with anything, and she suddenly walks right in (you're not supposed to do that, there's a very large sign on the door stating AUTHORIZED PERSONNEL ONLY). She stands in front of where we're sitting, and starts telling me I shouldn't wear shorts, because "Father's human." Doesn't specify which priest she's worried about (we have 2 assigned currently), just keeps repeating that I shouldn't be wearing shorts because "Father's human." I try explaining that, being summer, and we live in the desert, I wear shorts because the robes I have to wear are very hot, and if I wear pants, I will get sick from overheating (been there, done that, multiple times, almost passed out during a livestream once). In fact, just 3 weeks prior, I wore pants because the weather was stormy, and I started feeling woozy during Mass. However, before I can get more than 3 words out, the woman just asserts again that I shouldn't wear the shorts. She even starts gesturing to my reflection in the mirror (rather than actually to me), trying to get the minister to see where she's coming from. However, the minister is on my side, and also tries explaining that I'll overheat if I wear pants under the robes, but she also gets cut off with "Yes, but, Father's human." We try pointing out that due to how early I get there, I'm always robed up before the priest even gets there, so he never sees me in the shorts, but she won't hear it. Then, there's the icing on the cake. She says that she'd been meaning to "remind me" of this for several weeks, but kept forgetting, until "Jesus & Mary spoke to her last night, reminding her to remind me." That Father's human. Good to know. I often worry that the priest celebrating Mass is a robot, or an extraterrestrial. Anywho, she goes on like this for a good five minutes, before finally walking out, clearly under the impression that I'm agreeing with her not to wear shorts anymore, even though I've done nothing but reaffirm that as long as the weather is hot, I'll be wearing shorts. When I went out to light the candles, I saw she was sitting in the front row, on the left side. I joked with the minister that when I get up there at the beginning of Mass, I should hike the robe up, and sit with my legs in full view. (I didn't). It wasn't until later that I realized it was the same woman from before, the same temperament, the same demeanor, the same voice quality, etc. It had been long enough I'd almost forgotten her, but this episode brought it all back.
I haven't encountered her again since, but I keep an eye out for her. I'll do my best to avoid her. And continuing wearing shorts in the summer. Oh, and I proudly wear my Irish Skull shirt every St. Patrick's Day.

Me 20F and this guy I met around 2 or more years ago 19M really hit it off first time we met. His mom had recently passed and honestly displayed many signs of being mentally ill. He wanted to try and get together with me after seeing me after a few weeks and i eventually said yes, he changed his mind a few days later and this was a cycle that ultimately continued throughout our relationship where he would supposedly have feelings for me, then take them back and say we’re better off as friends.
Me and him are a bit older now and we both do have some baggage between ourselves and our relationship and we both have put in our own effort to fix things or adjust to each others needs. Lately though it’s been just me having feelings it seems like. He will be down to sleep with me and refuses it’s anything else. Fine, he’s using my body. But something I just can’t seem to wrap my head around is all the time we spend together and how it goes. I feel like we basically go out on dates together, he’s always trying to flirt or tease me, when we talk even through disagreement it’s never boring, we can talk easily for hours on difficult or light topics and even doing nothing we just sit and watch tv together. He’s always told me he wants love from me, or he’ll tease me and try to hug me or pretend like he’s jealous over other guys??? He’s said it himself we’re like a married couple and I just don’t understand how there could possibly be nothing between us at all. How he could possible not feel a single thing other than friendship.
At this point it’s killing me. He’s leaving to the Marines soon and I don’t think he understands how much that will change my world. I just want to be able to see him a lot more and I just want to have him prioritize me the way I do him. It just feels throughout everything me and him have been through, and where we are now, that at this point I wonder if I’m delusional, I wonder if I’m imagining these scenarios in my head and he really feels nothing at all. I’m considering just blocking him again and calling everything off but I’ve never been able to successfully do so, so far I’ve been going along as his friend knowing, he knows how I feel and I do it because I truly believe we make each other happy, and being his friend may be the only thing I ever get with him. So idk, advice please.