Text pictures for facebook, middle finger

I’m stuck between the Caudabe Sheath in Garnet Red, Andar Aspen in Blanc, or Peak Design Everyday in Sun for my 15PM (white).
My concerns: *Sheath: The red won’t be as deep red as pictured. Some pics look like it almost has a brown cast. *Aspen Blanc: White won’t hold up and/or MagSafe ring will start to show (I know it’s vegan leather) *PD: Probably won’t use any of the additional SlimLink accessories. Also curious if the V2 finger loop affects MagSafe accessories. I saw a video on their V1 that mentioned the finger loop prevented a secure connection. I just have a popsocket car vent mount and I don’t want my phone tumbling off.
I can’t seem to find many real world pics or videos of any of them (especially the updated versions of the Aspen and PD with the action button covers). Does anyone have any “real” pics of what the colors look like? How have they been functionally and are they holding up? Anything else I’m not considering?
I’m pretty careful with my phone and I have AppleCare, so I’m not too concerned about not having a bounce-proof case. I’d like to keep the case pretty thin. This is mostly an aesthetic choice as those are the only colors I’ve liked so far. Currently just using it naked with a MagSafe popsocket 😅

Hello all,
I am very new to WordPress and have just launched my first site using the platform a few days ago. I have been using a purchased custom theme and styling the pre-existing components within it to create the website so far, but I have encountered an issue.
The element at the top of my homepage uses a static image as the background. The image has a "light" side and a "dark" side where the left side of the image is an empty white space and the right side of the image is a person. I currently have two columns set up in a 1/4 - 3/4 ratio so that the text I display over the image appears in the white space with black font. This is fine for the desktop view. My issue is that the mobile view of the page displays the text over top the middle of the image which is a dark portion of the background image and the text is no longer easily readable (black text on dark background).
The header component does not seem to have options for specifically mobile view text color.
My question is basically to ask if anyone has recommendations for methods to go about fixing this?
I would be happy if I were able to disable the background image in mobile view, but I do not see how to do that. The optimal solution would obviously be to somehow add mobile responsiveness to the text displaying component using some sort of screen width identifier, but I do not know how to add custom CSS to the existing components.
I've also heard that making entirely new components would be somehow possible, but I am currently unsure of how to do that either.
This question is more general and directed at advice regarding solving this specific issue as well as perhaps suggestions involving the general troubleshooting process for the future when trying to make changes that don't seem immediately supported by existing WordPress components.
Thanks!

Hello everyone, I am so sorry if this is against the rules. I don’t normally use Reddit but I really need your advice on this one. I will try to explain the situation as accurate as possible.
I (16F) was at a party with my friends. I don’t usually drink but on special occasions I do. I was really drunk so the following memories are all a blur. My best friend (18M) texted me and asked me if I wanted to come over at his house. I was at his house multiple times and nothing weird happened so I wasn’t worried or anything. To admit I had a secret little crush on him at that time. My drunk self thought that this would be a brilliant idea. We both met each other in the middle of the city at like 2 am. I don’t even remember how we got to his house at that time. I only remember a conversation I had with him on our way to his home. It went something like me telling him I’m way too drunk and I need to lay down. He also told me that he was stoned. But that’s all I can recall. The next thing I remember was me laying in his bed and falling asleep. I woke up to him touching my thigh. I think I was pretending I was asleep. The next moment I can recall better than the rest. When he noticed that I was awake he asked me something like “do you want to?”. I couldn’t think straight and the only thing that came out of my mouth was a stuttered sentence that we don’t have protection. He smiled and leaned over to kiss me and then it happened. I don’t remember what happened during it. It was my first time. I know that I could’ve pushed him away or said no to him. But I just couldn’t think straight at the time. I really regret not saying no. Even tho I had a little crush on him doesn’t mean that I was ready or that I wanted that. Looking back I didn’t want that at all. I keep asking myself if it was my fault for not saying no. He knew that I was drunk since I remember telling him that on the way home. He also knew that I never had intercourse before.
I really don’t know what to do. I just genuinely want to know if it was my fault or it was actually something like SA. I really don’t know what to think about this situation. He was my best friend and I really liked him. And I really don’t want to think of him as someone who SAd me.

It was in a little ski town in the North Carolina mountains, five hours north from our home in Atlanta. The treeless scar on the face of the biggest hill was slick with ice and artificial snow. Southern skiers in rentals tumbled their way down to the rickety chair lifts. A pink sunset lit the still green hills.
The kids were exhausted, pulling themselves out of their snow pants in the backseat while we were parked at the pizza place at the foot of the mountain.
H, our oldest, saw the piano first. Immediately, he started to tremble. He knew what was coming.
You were on your fourth glass of wine when you approached the young guy hired to play pop songs for ski families on the baby grand. You sat our middle boy, G, about 8 years old then, down beside him on the piano bench and sang loudly along while our son played a few bars of whatever he could remember. "I Will Survive." G has always liked performing for you. Henry waited outside by the salt stained car, hyperventilating.
H feels these moments as a repeated trauma, a sort of emotional concussion that always leaves him physically shaking. You told him he had no right to get anxious about something his brother was doing. You didn't understand what he was feeling. Maybe you thought you were toughening him up somehow.
For him, it was about all the times you'd made him play for strangers. He was afraid.
I stood by the car with him while he shook, not knowing what to say that wouldn't betray you and would somehow keep our fragile peace. I'd spent months sleeping on the couch while you churned. When you were done performing, you pulled a band sticker you'd made for the boys from your purse and stuck it to the wall by the door. You can find those same stickers in the women's room of every bar and restaurant you'd ever been to in Atlanta. You were building something, turning them into the stars you never got to be.
We piled back in the car and snaked up through the dark hills towards the A-frame rental. The boys were quiet in the dark of the backseats. You had brought a plastic cup of wine for the ride back, cheap pinot grigio sloshing with the turns. You were singing along to the spotify stream— a song called Judy.
"Oh, where are you Judy? Where are you Judy? Where are you Judy...." you sang, so excited to hear your special person’s name leave your own mouth. You called out for her then: "Oh Judy!"
For months I'd tried to embrace your relationship with her. I'd seen the texts where she had sent you the names of divorce lawyers. On the surface it looked almost like an affair. But I knew you well enough to know it wasn't sexual. It was just that she had become your sun and moon.
In our marriage, you had always had a female friend that meant everything to you. Like Judy, they were usually a little older than you, usually with dark hair. Someone that could be mistaken for a big sister. Without fail, the relationships would end in an eruption. Infatuation turning on a dime into disgust.
The affection for Judy was deeper, though, than any of your other "favorite persons," and I was worried about what it would mean for you when the split inevitably came.
Once the kids were down in their bunk beds, I started a fire in the stone circle beside the A-frame, the smoke haunting the evergreens and rhododendrons in the darkness. You sat down beside me with more wine.
It was in your eyes then, that black place you go to, a pained tremble echoing in the dark brown pupils. It was never really about the alcohol. It was something deeper and more searing. You were inflamed.
“So," you asked me, "do you still want to be with someone like me?” You spat the words, staring into the fire. You were angry and righteous but fearful too, like I’d already gone.
A quiet part of you knew what was wrong. Everything else in you blamed me.
“Of course I do,” I said. I knew what it was by then, but I was still looking for answers. Some solution to lift your pain and bring you back. I thought of the children in their beds. I hadn’t told you yet what the therapist had shared with me. I had swallowed it, a secret I thought I could protect you from long enough to find a way to fix it. Some brilliant therapist or miracle drug that would plaster over the cracks. I didn’t understand why our marriage counselor wouldn't tell a client what they were going through. "She will never accept it," was her justification. "Prepare for divorce."
But the same sickness swimming in your eyes had infected me, too. It had brought out the worst in me, and I would match your anger. Our fights had become nuclear, scorched earth shouting.
Not this night, though.
This night, I was quiet while you smoldered.
We sat together, a foot of old picnic table bench between us, a wide smile on your face that I didn’t understand.
Silence, as the smoke curled up around us.
And when the fire was out, we went to our separate beds.

Hi everyone, thank you for taking the time to read about my situation.
For the Spring 2024 semester, I was accepted into a research program at my university. The way the application process works is you are given several different research topics/teams to express your level of interest in. They use this information to help better decide which team to place you in (assuming you are accepted into the program). The structure of each team consists of: 3-4 undergraduate students; a graduate student that mentors and guides the team; and a professor who is faculty who supervises the project.
Throughout the duration of this semester, my team and I have gotten quite familiar with the work we were doing. The professor was rarely a part of our weekly discussion meetings, so it was really the graduate mentor and the undergraduate students working together. While still maintaining the professionalism of conducting research, there was also casual and light-hearted banter that we felt comfortable with.
The research project is primarily focused on mathematics research, but it does require computer programming experience as well. My girlfriend is a computer science major and would sometimes sit in during our weekly meetings to see the research we were doing. I thought that maybe she would enjoy seeing what the work is like. It would also help her decide if this is something she sees herself doing next semester. My graduate mentor took note of her possible interest in doing research in the future.
Additional context: my graduate mentor and his girlfriend both study mathematics, and they both spend a lot of time together in the mathematics department. It seems like they feel comfortable mixing in their personal/professional lives together.
At the end of the Spring semester, research applications for the Fall semester opened up. My partner decided she wanted to give it a shot and decided to apply for the research program. I also decided to reapply to continue my research for next semester. Since we get to choose which topics we felt most interested in, my girlfriend chose a topic she felt most interested (pattern formation), and I chose the topic pertaining to my original research interest (AI). I think both of us had different ideas of which one we felt most interested in doing.
My research team decided to have an end-of-semester dinner to celebrate our research project and achievements for this semester (my girlfriend was not there). My graduate mentor told me over dinner that he decided to put her on the same team as me for next semester. I don't really know how I felt hearing that information, I didn't even know he was a part of the decision-making process. I'm sure he thought he was doing a kind gesture by pairing two partners together on the same research team. But I wish he would have asked me if that was something I was okay with. I don't know why, but as much as I liked having her around, I also felt like some boundaries were being mixed? I want to see my partner as a girlfriend, not as a coworker. Additionally, two of the original research members were graduating and wouldn't be there for next semester and another research member is deciding to not continue. So next semester it would just be an entirely new team (and not the one I bonded with this semester).
In the middle of dinner, I texted my girlfriend about the early information I had just received from my graduate mentor. She said, "How does he know? They already decided? Oh brother. *sends an anxious cat GIF rolling around in bed*". I texted her saying how I remembered she wanted to be a part of the other research team, to which she acknowledged and said she was happy to be a part of my research team.
I do care about my partner a lot, and I also wish to have my work life and personal relationship life separate. My partner and I already have our own lives so enmeshed together on campus as it already is. This past semester, I was working part-time as an assistant in the math department. Sometimes my partner would come by and lounge around the same area I am working in. We would also study together on campus, or try to see each other in between classes or go out for lunch together. When we are not on campus, we would drive each other home and spend our nights together. Admittedly, I do feel like my academic performance decreased ever since I started dating her. My studies are something I care about deeply, and I just need my own time and space to focus on that too. If we are on the same research team together, I won't be able to focus on the quality of my work. I would prefer to have time alone to where I can focus on my work. Outside of that, my time is all of hers! We are both very affectionate and spend a lot of quality time together outside of the academic environment.
I don't know what the dynamic would be like between us if we were on the same research team together. Doing research can be kind of stressful sometimes, and I don't want that dynamic to enter our relationship either. At this point, I'm leaning towards not continuing the research project next semester. I don't want the additional stress, I won't have the same team, and I don't want to mix my relationship dynamics with my professional/work life dynamics. Does this make me an asshole, or is this just me setting boundaries for myself? I don't want my girlfriend to feel hurt or that I am abandoning her (she has a fear of abandonment).
I haven't communicated this information to my partner yet, nor have I told my graduate research mentor about how I feel about the situation. I have until the end of the week to make a decision as to whether I want to pursue this research project. What should I do, how should I deliver this and communicate this? If it helps, we met one year ago and have been together for nearly 9 months (6 months of an incredibly long situationship where I wanted us to be official and she wasn't ready, and now 3 months of exclusive relationship/official couple).
TL;DR: Graduate mentor put my GF and I on same research team next semester without asking me beforehand if that was okay. I would prefer to keep my professional work life and my love/relationship life separate.

To give some backstory, we (me 24f and my husband 24m) have been renting a house from my aunt and uncle for the past year. They are traveling full time and need someone to live in their house while they are gone. Throughout the whole process of us figuring out how the rental would work they were very specific about how if their plans changed they would let us know at least 30 days before so that we could figure out a new place to live and that the same went for us if our plans changed. We understood this as it is their house and traveling full time isn’t a very predictable way to live. Now, we have been living here for a year and the area we live is finally going down in rent prices, we have been looking to move somewhere else. I have not enjoyed living in the house for a multitude of reasons but the main one is it is about 30 minutes away from our family who we do stuff with sometimes four times a week. I know for most people 30 minutes is not very far away at all, but the amount we see them is still a lot of gas money, and I also miss living in my hometown a lot. We wanted to move earlier but felt bad moving in less than a year. Now that we have hit that year mark, we have been looking in earnest for a new place. We decided it would also be good to let my aunt and uncle know since we wanted to give them as much warning as possible. We said we were planning to move out in about three months, that we would be happy to help tour the house, take pictures, and clean to do whatever we could to help find a new tenant since they are obviously not in state. My aunt began berating us for being irresponsible and told us that we would be responsible for rent until they get home if a new tenant is not secured. This completely blindsided us because of all of our previous conversations. She reminded us of our rental agreement we signed that said that was the case, and it does say that but it also says 12-24 months as the lease length. We kept apologizing for the misunderstanding but reminded them that one to two years was the expectation we had set from the beginning, and talked about how we said we would do 30 days notice if either of our plans changed. She texted “We did say we would work with you (and you with us) if something changed. I imagined it would be you guys taking a job out of state or something bigger than moving 20 minutes away for us to take on the massive work of finding a new tenant from the road.” We again offered to help how we could and apologized for complicating things for them. She responded “Complicate is a huge understatement. It seems you guys don't really understand what a big deal this is for us and I'm so disappointed that you seem to be approaching the situation so casually”
I am not sure what to do going forward and I am starting to doubt myself. So am I the asshole?

Hellooo guyss, Just popping in for a quick entitled family member story.
I (F21) was chatting with my uncle (31) the other day. More like complaining about his mom(my grandmother). We were exchanging stories about her absurdity and entitlement. My favorite was the time she looked at me and told me that I should be taking money out of my salary to give her. It was my first grown up job that I got almost a year ago. I would have understood if it was for bills or to help out with groceries but no! Just cause she helped my mom out with me as I grew up, she believes I should give her money as some kind of repayment. Not even my mother has this belief!
Just some context so you understand the depth of my grandmother’s audacity.
Anyways! So my mom passed across and reminded us of the time she was in labour with my sister. Normally my mother would style my grandmother’s hair every time she goes anywhere. To work, to church, to town etc. But picture it, it is 4am, my 9 months pregnant mother’s water breaks while sneaking an early snack. Her and my dad are now quickly gathering up the hospital bag and necessities. I am worried about my mom as the contractions hit, I was only 11 years old. My uncle and my father are helping my mom get through a contraction before she can walk again. The hospital is 30 minutes away and time isn’t on our side. In the mist of it all, without ever lifting a finger to help, my grandmother looks at my mother and says, “So, you going to curl my hair right?”. The gall! The audacity! The unrivaled arrogance and lack of humility!!!!
My mother between contractions standing up curling my grandmother’s hair as if none of my aunt can walk three houses up to do it. As we wouldn’t leave for the hospital for another 6 hours, what was your point? Lookkkkk!!!!!
Til this day, I have not met someone who has topped that.🤦🏽‍♀️
Sidenote: Im a still a little inexperienced with reddit so my story telling may not be the best. And yes the story is very real.

tl;dr : after a lot of pain my gf put me through, i feel like she has finally decided to make some changes. but i am very depressed, and am not sure i even love her anymore. i wish that i could and that this could work. do you have examples of similar situations that ended up working ? i know the obvious answer is "stop that shit", but i really would want this to work.
I am going through a reaallyyyy hard time, and I don't know what to do. I met my gf (let's call her that for now) in october 2020, we really quickly fell in love (classic lesbian situation) and got officially together in a month or two. We were so in love that we were talking big ; i want to marry you later, i want to live with you, i want to have a kid with you.. We were living near each other at the beginning of the relationship.
There was some issue in this relationship, mostly concerning an ex (F35) (15 year relation, from 16 to 29) being still very present in her life, to the point she was sometimes prioritizing her instead of me. Some stuff would drive me crazy, like her not being able to delete some insta posts concerning her ; it was suffocating tbh. Even in her house there would be drawings or pictures of her still lingering, her name is still to this day on the boxletter. She would not spend that much time with her, but anyway they were too close for my own taste. I was not afraid of her cheating on me or whatever, I was just not ok with that. I was not finding where I could fit in all this.
Then, in september 2022, I moved out for my studies, 500km from where we used to live. The summer before me moving out, she had some professional trips, and she never accepted for me to go with her. I learnt later (by stalking her ex... lol) that they actually went hiking together during one of these pro trips ? For information, this ex has a boyfriend, and I really have no doubt about my gf not cheating on me, it is about her not making room for me in her life. This event really got to me, but anyway. Then, she learnt that her ex was pregnant with her bf, and they had a weird fight, they ended up not talking anymore for a few weeks. Her ex had a miscarriage, so her bf called her. Maybe I should add that my gf and her ex don't have a lot of friends, so they don't have a lot of ppl except each other and 2-3 other persons. Anyway, they made up. But my gf had entered a depressive phase, which happens a lot because she has ADHD, and during this whole shenaningan, she was clearly dropping me off, showing less and less concern and attention. It was awful, and she ended up breaking up with me because she couldn't take care of this relationship anymore. She even said during the breakup that she was more afraid of losing her than me. Outch.
Life went on for a few months, and then we saw each other again because I went back for a weekend to where I used to live. Well, we took a coffee and we ended up kissing in the bathroom. We missed each other a lot, and I was still loving her. For a few weeks, we were seeing each other from time to time, going to restaurants, hotels, bars ; very romantic stuffs. I was having a toxic flirt situation with a teacher (45???) from my school at the same time, and I decided to tell her because I didn't want to lie or anything. She was very disappointed and angry, and I was upset because we were not back together at all. She broke up with me, and she was angry because I had been flirting with someone - and that was clearly more of a manipulative relation than anything else with this dude.
Anyway, she told me that she wanted to be with me, she wanted to be serious this time and not fuck up like she did before. She wanted to do better, and was ready. She promised me some stuff and I believed her. Then summer happened, I was back in the town I used to live in for 4 months, and we were back together being very in love. The thing I want to say is that we have undeniable chemistry, we understand each other on a special level, there something very natural and smooth with her. I wouldn't be stuck in this situation otherwise lol.
I went back to my school town, and she went back to being neglectful. On New Year's Eve, I couldn't stay where I was sleeping, and she invited me at her house. She would go to work (yeah she works on events like this), I would stay at her flat and she would come back after work. But just before I arrived, she asked me to join her to her parents' instead. Her parents' house is really close to her's, and they were not there. She told me that I couldn't stay at her flat because her ex and a friend of theirs were staying there because they had nowhere else to go ? And I had to stay at her parents' until she finished her shift. She had to leave for work so I had the worst night of my life, all alone lmao. We talked that night after her shift (she went back to her parents' and we went to her flat to sleep because the two others had left). She was very sad, telling me she wanted me to be more present in her life but that she wasn't succeeding in doing so.
This event really changed something in me, tbh. From there, I was only thinking about breaking up with her, when I was with her in the town I used to live in, I was never in a good mood. I was putting a lot of pressure on her, because I felt like she had to prove something to me, and so the atmosphere was just shitty. She was not doing a lot of effort for coming to my school town, she came like 4 times in two years. We were always bickering, and I was always trying to talk to her about how I was really feeling sad and depressed and that I was considering the break-up. She would be listening, agreeing, but not changing anything. She was getting annoyed that I wasn't able to talk with her without always saying that we needed to talk and to sort this out because I couldn't go on without resolving these issues. Our convs were really weird and artificial, because I only had these problems in mind.
Then, my dad got married and I went with her. I slept at her flat (which was also a really difficult thing to obtain from her) and it was a bit weird at first. It was nice being together at the wedding, because when we're surrounded by other people, we really stick together, we are a strong solid couple you know. It made me feel like maybe this could be saved. Then, I went back to her house two days after, and I told her we needed to have the talk. She basically told me that she felt really far away from me, from my life, that she didn't understand me anymore. Well, for me that was it ; we had to break up. We went to sleep, we took our breakfast, and she was very loving and nice. It was weird, and I decided this couldn't go on, like her only being nice and stuff when I just told her I was about to break up. Anyway, I left, and broke with her with a text (boooooh). I was of course heartbroken, and I went back to my school town, and told her I wanted no contact with her. Then she sent me a long message, like a week or two after, telling me she wished we could talk, and I think I said no. Then I sent her a message one morning, because I was feeling very sad this was going like that ; becoming two strangers when we had been so so close and so in love. She offered to visit me so that we could talk, and I said yes. I offered her to stay over even... So we talked, about the situation, she told me she didn't want this to end, despite everything, that she had been deep in the depression, and that the fact that we were not able to discuss this "flirting with the teacher" thing had been very complicated for her. Because yes, I was always being like "please stop talking about that i don't want to", and she had some unresolved issues about it, according to her, leading her to not being involved in the relation anymore. I ended up finally opening up about this, I cried a lot, and she understood better what I went through. For her, this was a switch apparently. Because we are both dumb, we made out, slept together, and she told me multiple times that she really loved me. I told her that I was not sure I wanted to get back with her.
After this night, we started talking 24/7 like we used to, but I was not ok with that. I told her once again "no contact, I broke up with you, and I need to heal from this". Because I felt like she made the decision on her own that we were kinda back together. The thing is, I have a depression, very probably caused by all this pain, and my emotions fluctuate a lot, from numb to awfully desperate.
After a week, I sent her a text telling her I missed her. It was yesterday morning. From there, we talked a bit, she told me she really really was serious about taking her life back, and doing the right stuff for us to work. But I don't know how I could feel for her what I used to, I would love us to be the lovers we used to be, from this machine to start back. I have no idea what would be possible, what would be good for me. I spent the last days in bed until 4pm, and when I started talking again with her, I was finally able to do something else. At the same time, I'm feeling really anxious, because I don't want to say yes if I don't want to, or shut her off once again, but regretting it. I will spend the summer, like last year, in the town we used to live in, and maybe this time together will help us heal and build again what we had, except with better expectations ? What I know for sure, is that if she do one thing that hurt me again, I will just leave without giving her any fourth or fifth chance. I am lost, and I wish there was someone who could tell me that they went through something similar and it ended up working very nicely. I know that everyone has been telling me "just break up and move on", but she is really special to me. I wish I could see better through this depression fog to know which of my fluctuant feelings to trust. What should I do, do you thing this could work out, in which conditions ? I still have one year away from our town before going back.

Cause if you do; that’s one thing already that we have in common. I’m passively looking for partner to cherish the beautiful moments in life together and to stand strong and support each other through the tough moments. I try making light of things, through any type of scenario. I’ll text you a picture of the speedometer of me going 69mph with a 😏 emoji and you’ll yell at me to put my phone down and drive safe. I’ll randomly call you during the day to compliment you and tell you that I love you. I’ll make sure the house is clean and even take the trash out for you… I know, I know, I don’t mean to toot my horn here. Tbh I didn’t even know that was a thing people didn’t like doing. At the end of the day; I’ll still care more about your safety and well being than my own.
A little about me and my personality: - I’m 5’10 - I love LOVE animals, my favorite would be a honey bee - I am not the best at making these lists - oh look, a squirrel - I gave the squirrel nuts - ok coming back to the list - where was i - ah, I work well with my hands (in both cases) - I’m not afraid of getting my hands dirty - I have experience working in medical, distribution, construction, and tech field - I’m not a drug user or smoker, a super light drinker… I’m talking maybe once a month or two. Smoking for me is a red flag. - I will always give you my last fry.
Hopefully I didn’t bore you lol. I’m always happy to answer anything else if you’d like to know. I’m happy to start slow and see where things go, I’m happy to exchange pictures as well but it’s not required. Tbh I’m ok with even starting off our first chat as a phone call… sorta like a Love is Blind kinda deal.
Hope you have a great and beautiful day and I hope to chat with you!
Goodbye 🌹

The GW has always seemed to not truly exist to me. It's my own head cannon but there is zero evidence to me that the gw is an actual entity. Hear me out... -all other outer gods have clear in game evidence of truly existing while the gw is only mentioned in text. (The elden beast and erdtree seem to be there own outer god) -only finger readers could commune with the gw and only through the fingers(sounds a lot like high priests and the pope communing with "god") -the GO going on crusades to conquer TLB and claiming divine right to do so. I know this post is all over the place but to summarize the gw doesn't exist and is just used a catch all justified for doing the bidding of other OGs

RaveReport: Apokalypse by SixSixSounds at MTW in Offenbach(Frankfurt am Main)
This was my first techno party in Frankfurt, as I arrived by train I first looked at the station district, I've never seen so many pipes in my life... and I don't really want to be out there at night.
Frankfurt is a big city, a city of extremes - no other German city has as many skyscrapers as here. What else is extreme is the club culture. After Berlin, Frankfurt is the birthplace of techno in Germany, the Dorian Grey, a legend that I am familiar with but which closed its doors for good before I was born.
Arrived in Offenbach, after quite a long journey from our pre-drinking(6beer) we finally arrived in Offenbach. A short walk together with other clubbers separates us from our destination. The MTW, which advertises the finest hard techno, where Rhian Woods, Amabam and my favorite artist Jazzy are playing today, I have long since decided to go to this event and have been able to buy earlybird tickets for 12€, a very fair price for such a good party.
You can also tell that FFM is a city of extremes by the fact that there is not just one club at the MTW location directly on the Main, but two. Robert Johnsen is housed in the same building.
About the club itself: there were 2 floors, a large floor with space for over 300 dancers and a smaller one with just under half the capacity. Both floors were danceable as boilers, there was no barrier that would have prevented you from leaving directly behind your favorite artist.
The ceilings of the main floor are huge, 4-5 meters high, in the middle hangs a huge disco ball with a diameter of over one meter.
The sound system consists of a row of subs directly in front of the DJ, the tweeters hang from the ceiling, what I would like to point out and have not seen that often but think is very good is a decibel display that permanently measures over 100DB and occasionally goes up to 110.
At the bar you can buy earplugs which cost just one € :)
The 2nd floor is also a boiler, where you can dance all around the DJ, the system is a little weaker and the lighting technology leaves a lot to be desired, unlike on the main floor where an LJ flashes the strobes to the thunderous drops blaring from the speakers.
Both clubs are connected by a huge outdoosmoking area where there is plenty of but not enough seating, from here you have a beautiful view of the skyline that rises out of the sky in Frankfurt.

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When we enter the club it's 0 o'clock, it's already a bit busy, you have to wait at the cloakroom which costs 2€ until you can hand in your jacket.
First we get a beer, the best value for money is a wheat beer which is served in a glass, you pay €4.5 for a half, which is actually really fair.
Rhian Woods starts playing at one o'clock and he definitely knows what he's doing. He gets the crowd in the perfect mood for the next DJ:
But my favorite act was Jazzy, who played directly afterwards.
Topless with an undercut and taped nipples, she stands behind her desk and heats up the dance-crazed crowd, she gives me the rest. As a first row dancer, I sometimes have the feeling that I'm not getting enough air because the bass is so thumping. It's dirty, a “main character” climbs onto the subs to dance in an elevated position for all to see, restricting the view of Jazzy...
Musically, the techno she played was fast, hard and merciless, there were no breaks or quiet moments in her set, and she got more and more into it. At the end, she played Schranz, which you could even have hooked if I could have.
After Jazzy it got even harder, but my energy dwindled, in the club I only drank water from 2 o'clock, the toilet situation was okay, at least you could fill up your bottle. I even missed Ambam because I left the club shortly before 6 o'clock. Outside the door I even met Jazzy and shyly asked her if I could take a picture with her, with her sweet feminine voice which is the complete opposite of her music, she was also very happy about this fan moment.
In the 6 hours I spent in the MTW, I danced 30,000 steps, which is an average of 2 per second. That speaks for itself and for the evening.
The crowd was nice, I met some cool people and I was recommended to visit the Tanzhaus.
All in all, a very, very nice club visit, despite the 2-hour walk home.
4,5/5

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Alright, so… I (18F) kinda made this reddit account just to get some feedback about this situation, since I’m too ashamed to ask my parents. The girl in question is 16, and is probably one of the most annoying people I’ve ever met…
(TLDR: This girl I was pretending to be friends with in High School obsessively fantasized about murdering someone for an entire semester, is overbearing as a person, interrogates people on a daily basis and is nosy, injects herself into drama that isn’t her own, throws temper tantrums when she doesn’t get her way, constantly touches people and makes unwarranted comments about girl’s bodies, asked me to draw CP for her, and MADE FUN OF HER SUICIDAL BROTHER. And I wrote a hate-letter telling her that all of this stuff is a problem, but now I feel bad about it because I think she might actually have mental issues. It’s a really wild ride and a long story, so if you choose to read it, you should expect to be here for a while. And it’s High School drama, so I’ll try to discard the boring details.)
At the beginning of this year, I ended up in a small Sports Medicine class with literally 8 students total in it. That made things quiet, which gave us some room to start talking and getting to know each other after the teacher was done with the lesson and we had our small hands-on tests and assignments out of the way. (The classes took about 20 minutes every day. Really quick and easy. Laid back. It met curriculum requirements actually, because there wasn’t constant bullshit from other students making the lesson longer.). There’s this girl, who… I’ll call her Storm. You’ll find out why. Storm quickly became the most annoying person in the class. Any time she talked, she didn’t have anything interesting to say, but just kept going on and on and on endlessly. It was annoying, but we just kinda played along to be nice. Well… Around a month into school, Storme started opening up and became comfortable talking about personal topics. She told us this story about how one of her other friends (I’ll call her Katie) “betrayed” her the previous year, and then went on to talk about how much she hated Katie and didn’t care if she lived or died. (Honestly, Katie’s offense was miniscule. At most, she replaced Storm with someone else as her best friend. You know… Regular High School drama that wasn’t that deep. I honestly forgot all of what Katie did because it was just so miniscule.) Then Storme started saying ludicrous stuff like “I hope she falls into a volcano”, or “I hope she gets eaten by sharks falling from the sky. Like Sharknado.”. But like… She kept saying it constantly, out loud in class. She ranted about how she wanted Katie to get kidnapped by the Mafia, be flown up to the moon, and be dropped into a black hole to become “Katie-spaghetti”. It was honestly really funny at first, so me and a few other people in the class joined in a little bit and added our own stupid, childlike scenarios. (Katie has a reputation for being… A slut. That’s why it was funny at first.) But then after this schtick got old, Storm just kept going and going and going… She ranted about Katie until it physically hurt to hear her talk anymore. She was back to being annoying and boring again, but it was worse this time because it was obvious that she was trying to re-kindle our intrigue without realizing that she should move on to something else. Instead of assessing herself, she just kept yapping until everyone rolled their eyes every time she opened her mouth, because we knew she would just keep going on and on about all of the stupid ways she wanted Katie to die. Even the damn teacher told her to stop doing that, but she never listened and the teacher eventually just gave up telling her off (And honestly, I think the teacher started zoning her out.). Katie then gradually started to get more morbid with the things she was saying, to the point where I genuinely considered calling the cops and getting this girl some grippy socks. She talked until she became red-faced, started tweaking, and laughed in a neurotic, nervous angry way while she started wringing out her trembling hands. She genuinely looked and sounded unhinged, and what didn’t help was that she started saying stuff like “There aren’t metal detectors in this school, right?”, and “I wish I wasn’t such a good person, because if I wasn’t, I’d be acting on my impulse to cave her skull in the next time I see her. One of these days I’m going to snap and then just do it..” …Yeah, so I was genuinely considering getting the police involved in this because of those two sentences. Thankfully Katie is safe and sound to this day and Storm never acted on these “impulses”. I’m so glad it worked out that I didn’t have to call the cops, but I was seriously worried for a minute… One of my other friends in that class, (I’ll call him Mark), eventually kinda snapped and called her out for being the annoying piece of crap she is. Quickly, Storm and Mark started getting into arguments just about every day and started throwing things like wads of wrapping-tape at each other, and I was becoming worried that they were going to start actually full-on fighting. It doesn’t sound logical in hindsight, but I ended up taking it upon myself to step in and start acting friendly toward her and listening to her (or pretending to listen to her) just to draw her attention away from him. Pretty soon she started talking mostly to me, and this was intentionally done on my part so that the other people in the class could relax a little bit and start doing whatever on their phones and zone her out instead of having to pretend to listen in agony. Ultimately, it was an exchange that benefited everyone, because after Storme got that angry energy out of her, she shut up for the day. She continued to talk about Katie, but mostly to me. She talked about this topic endlessly, her words getting increasingly violent until Christmas break. Yeah… 5 months. She ranted about the ways she wanted Katie to die for 5 whole months. Months. But then when she was done ranting, she finally shut up. …Oh God, the silence sounded like angels singing. I didn’t even really retain any of the information she spewed onto me, but holy crap, when it was over it was like heaven on Earth. So that’s what I did – I acted like the “lightning rod” for this Storm of a person until it passed (kinda). She wrote a note to Katie explaining “You hurt me really badly, but I’m a Christian so I forgive you and I hope you the best”... As if she didn’t rant about her for 5 months straight. Make it make sense. But enough about that. Here’s where my fuck ups began. I gave Storm my number and we quickly started saying that we were friends, though I didn’t actually like her at all and just wanted to keep the peace. We had a few things in common, but I still didn’t like her whatsoever. She continued to rant to me nonstop about Katie, even over text, and I was burnt out listening after a while. So… To dampen the impact of this girl’s obsessive ramblings, I started sending her pictures of my drawings. (I’m an artist). I had characters that I liked to draw that are ocs of an anime fandom (all of which are underage), and she seemed to calm down a bit and hyper-focus on them. She even has a folder in her phone’s gallery completely dedicated to storing my artwork. That’s great and all, but… One day, the topic of Wattpad came up in one of our conversations. I, myself, was one of those cringy Wattpad 12 year olds who made the most illiterate fanfictions ever to be conceived by a human being (They’ve long since been deleted. Thank God, those were awful.) Then… The topic of “Wattpad smut” came up, because I admitted that I used to read those because of the awful grammar and I thought it was funny. I still do sometimes, actually. The way people on Wattpad can’t write to save their lives is just hilarious. Like the stupid “Shrek x Donald Trump” ones are the ones that make me wheeze. I don’t take them seriously, and I love it when the author doesn’t take it seriously either. It’s hilarious. …But then this asshole said: “I don’t like to read bad grammar, it makes me mad. But I do like to read that type of content… For a different reason”. So uhh… That’s… Weird. But then she asked: “Have you found any… Good ones? Do you have any recommendations? Asking for a friend.” …FUCK NO. No thank you. Nope, I’m done. No jerkoff material for you, ma’am. Nope. You’re done. Seriously, I put down my phone for a little bit and went outside to go stare at some birds at the bird feeder until my sickness went away. I fell nauseous because of that (though in hindsight, that seems like an overreaction). When I came back, I didn’t answer that question and kinda skated past it, and that seemed to be the end of it. …But there is NEVER an end with Storm. She DID forget about the resolution to that conversation, but since we talked about smut to begin with, she started asking me some questions about my art. She asked if I had ever drawn p0rn in my life. Of course, I didn’t really admit to anything. I skated past it too, but then she said: “I think (character 1) and (character 2) are really cute together… Like… Really, really cute together.”. That’s great, she likes my characters… Cool, cool. And then my worst nightmare: “Have you ever drawn p0rn of them?” …Of course I didn’t, because that would be CP… Plus I’ve never thought of those characters as being “sexual”... They’re literally 14 and 15 years old. Then basically, she made an indirect “suggestion” for me to draw them together. I said fuck no. Hell fucking no. She tried to convince me to draw them “aged up”, but again I refused. She eventually dropped it, but since then, she passively talked about things of that nature… Like if she saw a guy she thought was cute, she’d tell me she thought he’s cute or hot or gorgeous or whatever and allude to -other- awkward desires that I didn’t want to know about. She put me off from drawing those characters ever again. I haven’t drawn them since and I don’t take my sketchbook to school anymore because I don’t want her to see my drawings and be reminded of that BS.
But enough about that… Storm is a church-going girl, and so she has a few church-going friends. (This also makes everything I’ve said before all the more ironic.). One day when I was transitioning from my 5th to 6th period, I saw her talking angrily to one of her church friends (I’ll call her Isabelle) outside the school building. Storm was accusing Isabelle of lying about smoking weed/vaping and drinking, and she seemed to be so interested in it that you’d think it had an impact on her personally. Isabelle denied doing that, and they eventually parted ways to go to class. I walked with Storm to 6th period (the Sports Medicine period), and I asked her why she was so damn interested in Isabelle’s habits. Know what she said? Storm said “I just don’t like liars.”... So let me get this straight: She thought she had the right to interrogate someone half to death because she just “doesn’t like liars”? Make that make sense. I’ve heard many stories about how Storm interrogates other people, too. If she sees a guy/girl’s name pop up on the screen of someone she knows, she’ll pester them until they give her one of two answers: either “I’ll tell you later”, or the actual answer. She’s done that to me too, in front of everyone in class. The thing that upsets me about this is that she claims to be “nosy”, but thinks it’s a positive attribute rather than an annoying one. She brags about being “nosy” sometimes.
And the sexual assault… Since we were in a sports medicine class, our projects involved a lot of hands-on things. That didn’t bother me by itself, but with Storm, it was a nightmare. This girl, in the process of strapping an ice bag to my thigh, called my thighs “small”, and said that I have a “beautiful body”. We also did shoulder stretching stuff the next week, and I happened to fall under her care while she stared into my eyes and made weird faces at me, all the while she made sound effects and made the process much more uncomfortable than it needed to be. One week, we ended up as partners again and she ended up wrapping my shoulder. This shoulder-wrap wasn’t an issue for me, but having her as a partner made it an issue. As expected, she made sound effects, but this time she stated the obvious as if it was new information that nobody would have ever suspected: “Wow, this is squishing your boobies huh?”... Emphasis on the word “boobies”. Jesus Fucking Christ, it was already awkward as hell before she even brought that up, why would she say something like that?? I didn’t even realize that until she brought it up. In fear of being subjected to her uncomfortable BS again and feeling violated, I texted her and told her that she’s been making me feel uncomfortable, and to please stop being so…. Weird. I get it’s an awkward thing to wrap up your classmate’s thigh, but that’s a moment to keep comments to yourself. Her response? “I’M SORRY I’M SORRY I’M SORRY I’M SORRY I’M SORRY I’M SORRY I’M SORRY I’M SORRY I’M SORRY-” Just… Stop it. I didn’t introduce the topic as a big deal and told her not to worry about it, but she kept apologizing for it nonstop. Just endlessly, like everything else. Even when I tried to change the subject to something else, she just kept apologizing for it practically until she went to bed. (She has a bedtime at 9:30… At 16 years old.) All of this stuff contributed to my overall hatred toward her. I don’t like her at all, and it’s a wonder I didn’t explode and insult her entire personality and deplorable behavior to her face (Meg Griffin style). Things are just so awkward and awful whenever she opens her mouth, and it just doesn't ever stop. But because of all of this, when it came time for my Senior prom, I decided to secretly invite one of my friends from that class as a plus one, and NOT Storm. I was worried that if I told her that to her face, I would all of a sudden be the new “Katie” in her conversations, because the infraction Katie did was so miniscule that it seemed to be less like a “betrayal” than what I did. (In hindsight, it was probably the other way around.) So… I just kept the whole thing to myself and so did the friend I took to prom (I’ll call her Beyonce. Because… She loves Beyonce.).

If this wasn’t bad enough, strap in because not even three weeks ago, Beyonce was doing her usual schtick of making fun of random things. She once made fun of cool whip and the entire state of Texas at the same time and somehow made it make perfect sense. She should really have a comedy show, I swear. But this time, Beyonce was making fun of the name “Gage”, saying “Why would anyone name their kid after a 12-gage shotgun?” and “People named Gage seem untrustworthy. I wouldn’t want to be near one in a zombie apocalypse, because he’d just feed me to those fuckers.”. Funny stuff. Storm then said “My brother’s name is Gage”, and in order to preserve the flow of the conversation (and also to tick her off a little, I’m ngl), Beyonce asked her: “Is your brother untrustworthy?” And then without a single millisecond wasted, she said, in a Disney Channel comedy fashion: “Welll… We can’t trust him with his own life, sooo…”.. And then she laughed as if it was funny. Like.. Rib-stitches type of laughing. ….So then the others (understandably) went quiet, which left only me and her talking for a moment after her laughter quieted down. She complained about how confused she is that nobody finds her joke funny, and said that her joke had the “perfect timing and everything”... So then my idiot ass decided to say what I was thinking at that moment: “You don’t seem to be taking it seriously. That’s your brother, but you don’t sound sympathetic at all.” She tried to “defend” herself, but Mark interjected into the conversation and changed the course of it entirely, which just left her to sit there in silence, pouting. I felt bad for that statement, so I apologized for it over text when I got home from school. Quickly, we erupted into an argument, (with me holding back), and she ended up saying “What does it matter to you? He’s not your brother. If Beyonce said that about her brother, you’d laugh. But when I do, it’s bad.”. Beyonce’s brother is 8 years old…. So no, that would be even worse. …So then I had to explain to her how human decency works, and how making fun of your s*icidal siblings isn’t funny whatsoever and how that joke could be considered to be in very poor taste, even for people who like dark humor. When me, Beyonce or Mark made “suicide” jokes, it was about OURSELVES and it was usually in a statement like “I don’t want to take a test next period, I’m gonna kms.”... …Storm ended up getting so mad that we weren’t having a conversation anymore; we were just throwing shit around. I told her that if she was being livestreamed at that moment, she’d be bashed on the whole internet for a week or so and be called “evil” for that joke. In hindsight I shouldn’t have said that, but my goal was just to tell her how insensitive others might perceive her comment to be. She said that it wasn’t my business to tell her how to feel about her own brother, but I wasn’t doing that at all, that wasn’t my angle whatsoever – I was just explaining what people find funny. I even said repeatedly that I wasn’t trying to tell her how to feel, and that I know comedy can help lighten situations, but somehow she forgot about that part. And then she went on this whole thing about ending every massive text block with “Not that it’s YOUR business, or anything” to snap at me, despite me being in the room at the time of the joke... So I ended the conversation right then and there because it was pointless to keep going and I really didn’t want to spend any more energy on her. The next day, I apologized to her again. I retracted my statements and told her that I was sorry for talking out of line. She accepted the apology, and things went back to “normal”. She forgot about it, but I didn’t. …So here are the reasons why I feel bad, before I delve into the contents of the “hate letter” I wrote to her. Here’s a list of my crimes: 

I pretended to be her friend for an entire school year. - I hid the fact that I was going to prom with Beyonce from her, and then lied to her face repeatedly whenever she asked if I went to prom or not. - I got into business that wasn’t my own and criticized her. - I wrote a hate-letter to her that I directed her to read at home on the last day of school.
…Here’s why I feel bad: Storm doesn’t seem to be emotionally intelligent and is unable to control her mouth whenever she feels strong emotions. She talks nonstop about her second cousin’s friend’s pet hamster’s wife’s sister’s drama, hoping we’ll find something funny or interesting or impressive, while seeming unable to understand that she needs to change her tune. All she wants is to be listened to and understood, but nobody can and nobody truly wants to. She feigns confidence and goes overboard with compliments in the hopes of catching the attention of people who want to be friends with her. She’s not used to change and is very naive, to the point where (just yesterday) she quit her job at a fast food restaurant after only the first day of working there. For the longest time she didn’t have access to the internet, so she doesn’t really have a means to connect with other people through sharing videos or memes or whatever. …I feel like a bad person because I knowingly, intentionally played into all of this just for the pathetic reason of making her shut up in class. It’s despicable what I did, and I’m beating myself up for it every day. I was just originally going to leave the school, block her and never talk to her ever again in my life, but when she made that joke about her brother, I decided (stupidly) to take it upon myself to be the bearer of bad news. I gave her a letter. Within the “hate letter”, it isn’t actually hate, per se. It’s more like… A report on the behavior she needs to fix, as well as an admission to my lies over the course of this whole year. I told her the awful truth. I told her about everything I mentioned in this post and tried to keep it “professional”, though I did end up going as far as to say “you have all of the attributes of an obnoxious piece of stale bread”........... And what’s worse is… I told her to read it on the last day of school, and my reasoning is pathetic at best. I told her to read it on the last day of school because I didn’t want her to burden the class with her nonstop ranting about me, since she, Mark and Beyonce are sophomores and I’m the only senior in the “friend group”, which means that I left the school an entire week earlier than them. I’ve been intentionally delaying her pain and still talking to her over text acting like things are “normal” so that she doesn’t read it early, knowing damn well that on that last day of school, my words are going to hurt her so badly that she might not be able to recover for a while. In the letter, I told her that by the time she reads it, I would have already blocked her because I don’t want any more conversation with her due to me feeling so bad and having nothing more to say. If the plan goes right, she’ll read it on May 23rd, and on that day I will block her.

I feel awful for all of this. I feel like a monster for this. It’s painful knowing that I’m going to cause her pain and that I planned when it’s going to happen, but at the same time I feel like she deserves it. But at the same time, I know damn well that it wasn’t my place to do that. I should have left everything alone. Nobody I can talk to irl would even hear me out; they’d just stop at the words “hate letter”, which means my only option is to seek advice from people on Reddit. Do my motives for doing things make sense? Am I actually a bad person for this? Am I the asshole? Does she deserve what she’s getting? 

Edit 1: I removed some asterisks (they're annoying).

Gimme ideas.
I’m gonna change my name (it’s Abdullah 🗿💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀)
Slave of god ahhh.
Anyway, I’m thinking a Christian name just to give a middle finger to Allah. Maybe Azekial Azreal, Zeke for short (or just Zeke azreal). (And then probably a middle name that I’ll go by). Any other name suggestions, Christian or not would be great.
How should I spend the money I’ll be given throughout uni by my mum before I cut contact (thinking pork and alcohol)?
What non Muslim activities should I do?
Im prolly gonna eat a lil extra during Ramadan to piss off allah.
Sub to gay only fans even though I’m straight and don’t use only fans 🤔🤔🤔

"Me remebering my 13th birthday where I invited 10 of my friends and only 2 showed up and it was the age where i decided i didnt want to celebrate my birthday anymore. My family cooked so much food and I was embarrassed."
this was the text on the photo video.
Naalala ko noon debut season ng mga kaklase ko. I saw my classmates attending and enjoyed the event, kaya i dreamed din to have my own debut. I was so excited nung umoo sila mama, ako gumawa invitation, naghanap ng catering service, venue, fitting ng gown, and everything. Pero nung mismong debut koi didn't felt the happiness, mostly ng mga ininvite ko specially my close friends didn't attend my debut, while I attended theirs. I know its kinda childish to think of it pero na butthurt ako doon. after my debut, I didt post my pictures in facebook. no one asked din for their photos, kaya i feel like they didn't enjoy the event.
Two years went by, sinamahan ko si mama sa bangko and sinabi niya sakin na tapos niya na daw bayaran yung ni loan niya for my debut. Sobra akong nalungkot to know that two years din binayaran ni mama yung debut ko. Sana pala nakinig nalang ako sakanya na humiling nalang sana ko ng laptop or something na magagamit ko sa school.
After non, i dont celebrate my birthday anymore with my friends. Madalas sa bahay nalang bili cake or litson manok, minsan one bucket ng jollibee. ayoko ng mag celebrate ulit ng mga milestones ko sa buhay kasi feeling ko mauulit lang ulit yun. na trauma na ako for the pain that I've caused to my mom. Hiyang hiya na ako humiling ng ganun kalaking bagay sa mama ko. nahiya ako sa laki ng ginastos.
kayo ba anong kwentong heartache niyo?