My gf and I are closing the distance soon and I've never been on a flight before, can anyone help with what I should pack or how much I should expect to bring, I'm traveling to El paso for 4 days! I have a month to prepare!

I met this man via a dating app about 3 months ago and now he's on holiday/vacation back home. Things have been pretty chill and seeing where things go. Anyway, I was curious about the type of people he follows and went to see its majority white women who are blonde (majority) and phew blondes. No women of color except me, which caught me off guard. Like am I an experiment or fetish? Am I not human? It had put me in a frenzy and red flags flashing. I have spoken to my friends about it and they say "someone's following on Instagram does not determine their type of person they want to be with". My mind became fixated. I'm a black woman and often society has portrayed BW as being less desirable (colorism, racism, untrue stereotypes etc). So if he is following all these white women with blonde/brunette hair with blue eyes, why is he dating me? Like stick to your normal "type", why branch out? I ended up blocking every single woman that is single except family members and on facebook as well. Also, unsent multiple messages that contain sensitive information. I also made fake dating profiles of him due to his lack of communication. He’d never guess it was me

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"Bajo la Gracia" is the latest single by Edu Calderon, a vibrant fusion of dancehall and religious music designed to bless your day from the first listen. This song is not just a hymn of gratitude and faith but also a powerful tool to start your day and week with the best possible energy.

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Transform Your Week with "Bajo la Gracia" by Edu Calderon: A Musical Blessing

🎶 Discover the Transformative Power of "Bajo la Gracia" by Edu Calderon

🎤 What is "Bajo la Gracia"?

"Bajo la Gracia" is the latest single by Edu Calderon, a vibrant fusion of dancehall and religious music designed to bless your day from the first listen. This song is not just a hymn of gratitude and faith but also a powerful tool to start your day and week with the best possible energy.

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🌟 Who is Edu Calderon?

Edu Calderon, whose real name is Eduin Jimenez Calderon, is a versatile artist known for his ability to blend genres and convey deep messages through his music. With "Bajo la Gracia", Edu aims to connect with his audience on a spiritual level, offering them a musical experience that is both uplifting and inspiring.

💬 Highlighted Lyric

"Una gotera me acaba de mojar, suave lluvia que me moja. Bajo la gracia de Dios estoy."

🎵 History and Context

Edu Calderon has been an influential figure in urban music, recognized for his talent in combining catchy rhythms with meaningful lyrics. In "Bajo la Gracia", he uses his talent to offer a musical blessing that reflects his own life experience and his relationship with spirituality. This song is more than just a melody; it is an invitation to reflection and connection with the divine.

🎧 Song Analysis

"Bajo la Gracia" is a masterpiece that uses the metaphor of rain to symbolize divine grace. The gentle rain that soaks and refreshes represents the blessings and love of God, always present in the believer's life. Throughout the song, Edu Calderon expresses gratitude and joy for these blessings, encouraging his listeners to recognize and celebrate their own.

🎯 Audience Intent

Bless, forgive, thank, love, and start anew, even from scratch.

🌈 Inspirational Message

Each verse of "Bajo la Gracia" is designed to evoke a sense of peace and renewal. Edu Calderon reminds us of the importance of walking with joy and facing challenges with faith. The song is a constant reminder that, no matter the difficulties, there is always an opportunity to receive and share blessings. The rain and divine grace imagery in the lyrics are meant to touch the soul of the listener, providing comfort and motivation.

📜 Full Lyrics of "Bajo la Gracia" - Edu Calderon

Coro:

Una gotera me acaba de mojar, una gotera me acaba de mojar... Suave lluvia que me moja, bajo la gracia de Dios estoy. 

Verso 1:

Me moja la camisa, me humedece la piel. Feliz caminando, recibiendo bendición. Feliz caminando, recibiendo su bendición... 

Pre-Coro:

Como a ti se te eriza la piel, quien sabe nada le parece difícil. Nubes y viento favorecen, para que tus sueños se realicen. 

Coro:

Una gotera me acaba de mojar, una gotera me acaba de mojar... Suave lluvia que me moja, bajo la gracia de Dios estoy. 

Verso 2:

Caminante, encuentra tu propio yo. Orgulloso de ser, esa es tu bendición. Matizando recuerdos que te acompañan, galería de recuerdos, se cayó y se levantó. 

Pre-Coro:

Como a ti se te eriza la piel, quien sabe nada le parece difícil. Nubes y viento favorecen, para que tus sueños se realicen. 

Puente:

Gracias al Señor, gracias le voy a dar, gracias porque puedo cantar. 

Coro:

Una gotera me acaba de mojar, una gotera me acaba de mojar... Suave lluvia que me moja, bajo la gracia de Dios estoy. 

Despedida:

Suave lluvia que me moja, bajo la gracia de Dios estoy. Oye, oye, no temas estar solo, la soledad es tu compañía. 

Conclusión:

EL DIVINO, EL QUE SIEMPRE TE ACOMPAÑA dice E Jiménez Calderón ES ENSERIO... 

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For more music and updates, visit: Edu Calderon WebsiteTransform Your Week with "Bajo la Gracia" by Edu Calderon: A Musical Blessing

🎶 Discover the Transformative Power of "Bajo la Gracia" by Edu Calderon

🎤 What is "Bajo la Gracia"?

"Bajo la Gracia" is the latest single by Edu Calderon, a vibrant fusion of dancehall and religious music designed to bless your day from the first listen. This song is not just a hymn of gratitude and faith but also a powerful tool to start your day and week with the best possible energy.

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For nearly 2 decades, I've noticed an extremely troubling and cringeworthy trend among Black Conservatives in their movement to get support from their community to vote Republican. Their attempts to find solutions to the problems facing the Black community as well as criticizing the Democratic Party for destroying it have escalated to a point that they bash the entire community by broadly associating them with generalizations such as negative stereotypes like gangs, drugs, Hip-Hop, poor education, broken families, etc. as well as tying actions of individuals to all of them in general.
Candace Owens, Brandon Tatum, Jason Whitlock, Jesse Lee Peterson and David Clarke are examples of people who engage in such behavior. They all trash their race to such extreme levels that it seems like they're ashamed of being Black. It sounds like they're apologizing for everything negative associated with them. Candace Owens believes that Black Culture is a joke and that Blacks are engaged in debauchery, valuing illiterate children, degenerate music, freebies, drugs, gangs, no education, laziness, calling Juneteenth lame, etc. She even stated that being a Straight, White Male today is akin to Black People during Segregation. Former Tucson, Arizona Cop Brandon Tatum called Black People the stupidest people on the planet. He even went further by calling them dirty dog-like people. Wisconsin Sheriff David Clarke called Blacks uneducated, lazy, morally bankrupt, and obsessed with drugs. The Reverend Jesse Lee Peterson stated that Blacks are immoral and destructive even going further by stating that he can't think of anything that Black people have not destroyed. He even went further by stating that White people are better and smarter and that America needs more White babies. And finally, former Football Player-turned Sports Columnist Jason Whitlock blamed single Black women for violence against Black men.
Judging by all these statements, it's easy to say that they all suffer from a bad case of Black Guilt, which basically shares the same premise as White Guilt. They even act as Black Saviors, which is extremely similar to White Saviors when addressing their predominantly White Base in order to victimize them. They barely see anything good coming out from their community. The only time they do is when they become Conservatives like them. And the worse part is that no Conservative ever calls them out for spreading such rhetoric, which goes to show that they not only accept them, they demand them. Because if they do criticize them, they'll be accused of being politically correct and woke and if they themselves said it, they will be accused of racism. That's why they hide behind the First Amendment and use these pundits as facades in order to avoid their cover being blown.
To a lot of Conservatives (Black included), they believe that Blacks who vote Republican are moral, financially successful, hard-working, ethical, family-oriented, educated, etc., while Blacks who vote Democrat are the complete opposite. I mean, I can't help but ask if they notice the hilarious and offensive irony in that belief. They claim to be against Identity Politics, yet here they are promoting it. There are plenty of Black people who who stable, hard-working, educated, financially successful, and ethical. They also happen to be members of the Middle Class. And guess what? They don't vote Republican. But to Conservatives, it's irrelevant to them because they only view them through the lens of poverty and ghetto culture. In other words, they believe that in order for Blacks to be successful, avoid racism, and be treated as equals, they need to act like White people, because they are civilized and have contributed more to society than they did. This is also ironic considering they claim to be for individualism and not see color. But they covertly believe in things like this when they see anything negative going on in the Black community.
If anybody doesn't believe what I wrote, I want to ask you a few honest questions. When was the last time you ever heard of a Hispanic or Asian Conservative engage in this type of behavior? Far as I can tell, not a lot. In fact, barely. It's always the Black Conservatives. In fact, when was the last time you ever heard of a Black Conservative in this era ever praise their community for anything? And no, Blacks becoming Conservative doesn't count. I mean ordinary Black people trying to improve their communities, recover positive aspects of their culture and heritage, and escape their undesirable circumstances? Far as I can tell, I haven't. Not even a little bit. For the most part, they portray them as nothing more than lazy, violent, confrontational, and uneducated buffoons.
In conclusion, there's nothing wrong with thinking for yourself. Likewise, there's nothing wrong with calling out problems in your community and trying to fix them. But you shouldn't tear all of them down in order to elevate your status among others. Degrading others does not build up support at all. How can you break stereotypes if you're gonna build upon them with a new flavor as well as create new ones that are just as worse as the ones you're against? In the end, it'll only be self-defeating for you. Never feel guilty over things you have no control over.

Solicité el empleo vía Computrabajo y en las especificaciones eran claras: venta de mostrador, atención a clientes, atender llamadas, limpieza del área de trabajo y los cobros. Me dieron dos días de capacitación, porque necesitaban apoyo para carga y descarga de propaganda política, además en apoyar en producción (planchado de gorras, poner el sticker del partido en la parte de frente). Hasta ahí todo bien, sentía que podía apoyar en taller ya que los clientes no llegaban cada minuto, sin embargo tenía que realizar ambas actividades. Al paso de los días me daban más actividades: asistente de costurero, el de planchado que se volvió de planta, ir a realizar depósitos y cobros de cheques, ir por telas a diferentes puntos de la ciudad, chofer, carga y descarga de mercancía, más la venta de mostrador. El dueño de la empresa quería que lo hiciera (casi, casi) todo al mismo tiempo, con rapidez y eficacia. En algo tenía que fallar y así fue. Hablé con él que no podía realizar todas esas actividades y lo más apropiado (en su punto de vista) fue contratar a otra empleada que capacitaron mejor a mi (jamás tuve problema con eso, por el contrario, sería de un gran apoyo y dos actividades serían responsabilidad de ella) y al pasar de los días el dueño me reclamaba por los errores de la compañera. Me sumó una actividad más. Los problemas empezaron cuando acepté a quedarme una noche para apoyar en producción (planchado de gorras y mochilas) el detalle que eran de un material que no se adherían a la primera planchada los stickers y tenía que realizar dos planchados. El jefe decidió que era pérdida de tiempo y solamente debía de realizar una sola. El compañero (que él debía de realizar ese trabajo y yo su apoyo… no fue así. Me dieron la responsabilidad de ese trabajo y él apenas y me ayudó) le comentó que era imposible hacerlo con una planchada, pero el jefe le dio igual. Seguí sus instrucciones y en la noche terminé tanto las gorras y mochilas. ($250 era el pago más apoyo de $50 para la cena). Por la mañana revisa el trabajo y los stickers no estaban bien adheridos, me gritó y le respondí que seguí sus indicaciones, el compañero no dijo nada y se realizó el trabajo nuevamente a doble planchado.
A los quince días me pidieron quedarme tres noches y les dije que no podía. Sentí que estaban molestos conmigo porque me negué a quedarme, al final accedí quedarme una noche. El compañero me dio las instrucciones que debía hacer y terminé a las doce de la noche (el horario laboral es de 9:00 am a 7:00 pm) decidí sentarme y los compañeros que también se quedaron me dijeron que el trabajo terminaba a las dos de la mañana (Jamás me comentaron que había horario) y que tenía la obligación de apoyarlos. No lo hice y al siguiente día el jefe me regañó por eso. Le comenté que seguí las indicaciones de mi compañero y él nuevamente no me apoyó. Ese mismo día realicé las actividades de costumbre, pero a la noche querían que me quedara con mentiras. Nos dejaron encerrados. A las ocho de la noche decidí irme y casualmente me llama por teléfono el compañero que apoyaba. Fui claro al decirle que no podía quedarme y tenía que irme. Pregunté por la llave, me dijeron dónde estaba y salí. Al siguiente día me presento y me comentaron que llegara hasta el lunes (era viernes y obviamente me descontarían ese día y sábado).
Me presento el lunes y todos estaban molestos conmigo. La asistente del dueño me regaña, me encara con el compañero y él dice: me dijiste que te podías quedar y se dio la vuelta, le dije que era mentira y le fui claro que no iba a quedarme. Al final, me dice: ya vemos que medidas tomará el jefe contigo, espéralo. Mi respuesta fue inmediata: lo espero, pero para renunciar. No llegó el jefe y me dieron la opción de quedarme a trabajar o retirarme. Me retiro. Al siguiente día tampoco me presenté, sino hasta el día de cobro.
La asistente cambió su discurso y que si quiero regresar me esperan con los brazos abiertos, que están para lo que necesite. Le pedí de favor si podía apoyarme con una carta de recomendación… aún no me da respuesta. Se la solicité el sábado.

tengo una duda se que hay un 20% que funcione destacarse en un mensaje (nada fuera de tono ni tampoco tan romanticon , sinceridad) , y q a varios y varias les paso que tiraron un mensaje por insta y ganaron porque respondieron o al menos te devuelven el follow..
como ganaron ? escribieron?

I (39M) and my ex (33F) broke up September 2021. She broke up with me. I went NC around December 1st 2021 after she told me she didn't want to work things out. In the nearly 3 years since, I moved to another department (we work in the same company) and I have dated two other women but currently single (last relationship ended November 2023). December 2023, I reached out to her asking if she wanted to be friends. She replied that she had a boyfriend who knew about our past relationship and felt it wasn't appropriate. She said she wanted to keep things professional and that was it. I respected that and did not reach out.
1 week ago, I worked in her department (I work days, she works nights). When I was about to head out, she stopped me and wanted to talk about a TV show that we both loved. We talked for 10 minutes. She updated me about a new dog that she got then said she had to go and walked away. Not sure what to think about this interaction. Why tell me she wanted to keep things professional but make the time to find me to catch up on a TV show of all things. Thoughts?

This could end up being a book, but I don’t know how to change how I’m feeling. Before you come in here really harshly judging me or screaming that I am making accusations and being crazy, full disclosure that I am autistic and I have NEVER hidden this from my friends or any man I’ve dated.
Now that that’s out of the way, let me continue. I was in a Christian singles group in my area that used to get together fairly often (it was usually once a month, but drama happened after the guy that started it made a mess…so we disbanded). Everyone is 21-40 and unmarried. I have a very close friend in this group. I’ve known her for many years and I met her outside of it. We did hikes and trips and lots of fun stuff together during that weird limbo after Covid. We stayed solid once work picked back up, but doing as much did slow down.
One of the other girls from the group and I became pretty close pretty fast (this was over the course of a year, so, May 2023 to now). My gut about her told me that I should maybe be worried and run (comes off as strong!), while everything else said that she was cool. She was kinda pushy to be close as friends, so I was okay with that, especially since my really close friend got buried in her work and had even told me that she gets a bit more introverted when she has to work (I’m 50/50 introvert/extrovert) and to broaden my circle (I was her shadow for a bit there…lol). For context, we are both straight 30 something year old women that have successful careers. The new girl is 29, straight with a boyfriend, and has a good job that keeps her busy.
I check in with them both, to see if they have any interest in the three of us hanging out and being friends. I always get shut down…my long time friend says that she is at a different place in life. New girl says nearly the same thing. What’s really weird though, is that New girls parents live just down the road from my good friend, so, they literally can hang out anytime she visits her parents…which varies…
Time passes and the new girl and I make a plan to move in together, because our city in the US is very expensive and living alone just won’t work anymore for either of us, even on our salaries. Once that was planned, I feel like everything started changing.
So, and this is where autism comes into play. If you have any triggers about cyber stalking or stress from things like that, please stop reading now. I really don’t need someone getting really worked up and laying into me. As the subreddit is called “advice”, I’m seeking advice, not to be screamed at and/or called crazy.
I ended up moving in with newer friend. I let her know of all of my quirks and odd things while we were still friends (not roommates yet), and she has been so great…(I think).
Here is where I’m truly hung up, and it all sounds really odd and off and wrong, because, to my knowledge, both of these people have been great and honest with me.
Right around when I started saying I was going to be roomies with her, I think around the start of the year because of leases and things, I noticed a shift in chat patterns online. It was really odd, but what was also odd was how my two friends started sounding alike. They were night and day for a reason, and it truly balanced out my life. They were online a lot together, and then, I noticed a few of the church ladies, specifically from my church, which, new girl really didn’t like the service at, were online too. I felt like I was getting left out, but, when I would ask my two friends that I was closer to about it, they both denied anything was happening (I asked a few times). I asked another friend that I’m pretty close with about it that was online when they were all online, and she said that she had only talked to my roommate the once, at the singles event (she’s always been close to my long time friend…additionally, the way she answered, I could see her pulse was racing), and she didn’t know of anything.
One of my siblings pointed out the logical answer - these were hot times for people to be online. Right after work. Right after dinner. Etc. But then it started getting specific when one girl moved away for just a few months to take a contract. Again - all on at the same time (there are four of them), but to accommodate the girl that moved. For a bit there, I was gathering my receipts/screen shots, but I deleted them and stopped that once she moved in. The last thing I needed was her seeing that somehow and drama happening.
She and I had a good conversation on the first night that she lived with me about how I have but one thing that could hurt my feelings/is my insecurity, and that was being left out and having stuff hidden from me, and people lying to me. Just to tell me the truth always. I don’t get angry or jealous if I know what’s going on and I don’t feel like things are being hidden from me. I told her that I felt like she was becoming friends with my group of church friends behind my back, and I was really insecure about it. She insisted that wasn’t the case. We shook on being honest about friendships and whatnot, and everything seemed okay.
For those of you wondering/that don’t know - a lot of times, the autistic mind will cling to what it doesn’t know in confusion/curiosity, and obsess. This is what I explained to both friends. I don’t mean to be that way. I was literally born with this, and I’m trying to navigate it as best I can. I just need transparency and honesty always, even if you think it could hurt my feelings.
Well, things got weirder once new girl moved in. She started writing this short story that used the name of my good friends dog in it over and over (not a super common word/name). My close friend had a container in the back of her car that she had mentioned to me she finally got rid of. When roomie showed up with it, I was SHOCKED! I called her on it, and she insisted that her mom gave it to her, but, it had a very odd and specific part marked up ( I’m autistic…I remember these things…every detail….) exactly how my good friends did. I guess that my friend could have tossed it out, and my roomies mom could have done a dumpster dive 🤷‍♀️ It just doesn’t seem likely at all. My close friend and I met for coffee one day, and she got this deer in the headlights look on her face after her Facebook messenger went off, just a minute or two before I went home. Once I was alone, I saw that roomie was on Facebook messenger and was the only common friend we had online at that moment (I guess my good friend added her on fb one day).
I’m so lost on what to do, because when I ask them for honesty (which, they are allowed to be friends, I’m not like, weird about that…) they just insist that they aren’t friends. Why would roomie have moved in with me if she could have lived down the street from a friend for FREE at her parents? That’s what they both ask 🤷‍♀️ I’m at a loss right now. Like, it’s really hard living with someone that I don’t fully trust. I just need to know for my piece of mind…What do I do? Thank you for reading all of that.

Check one two, check one two is thing on? This is my reddit open mic, Small introduction I have a great career, take care of myself and workout daily. I love laughing and making people laugh. What would you rather do let shit drag you down or laugh it off. Mexican 6'2 Athletic/Muscular build with Tattoos and single. If you take care of yourself not scared to take risks let's talk. I love Chocolate but all women welcome.

Acabo de salir de la Uni pero hace rato en clases vi como una compañera menstruaba, jamas habia visto a una chica menstruar. Fue como ver las auroras boreales o el eclipse.
El profe estaba explicando sus diapositivas todas aburridas y al voltear a los lados note como una compañera de clases se levanta moviendose como si se hubiera miado o hubiera mojado sus pantalones y cargaba unos kleenex
¿Quieren saber la mejor parte? Paso frente a mi banca siendo un lugar tan angosto, creo que hasta senti el olor a hierro de la sangre

 The necropolis was gorgeous, for what it was. Its white outer walls hiding the darker Victorian Gothic interior. The tech that was hidden in the walls though was able to move bodies in their caskets from a designated place in the necropolis to the "viewing area" as the necropolians called it. This was where I waited for my, for lack of a better term, escort to take me to the mortuary. Since science has grown surprisingly fast our abilities for forensic sciences have also grown, and that's to whom I was headed. (S)He was an, unusual (wo)man to say the least. An expert in their field and about as learned as a doctor, if not multi-doctorate. If you ever asked them why they never pursued an actual doctorate, they would get angry and act all prissy while saying that going to school would've slowed them down and all they needed were the basic certificates for their work. The reality though, revealed to me during a drunken bout, they just never liked school and believed that it ultimately stunted a person's growth and ability to question the reality around them, that everything that you need to learn is already in books and in some form or another in digital content online. They were brilliant, if a little wacky. About five minutes after I had arrived and was sitting down in the viewing area, a little box rolled up to me making a couple of beeps to let me know to follow it and immediately started rolling towards the wall opposite of where it came from. When it looked like it was about to hit the wall, a hidden door opened up by the casket viewer, inside was a set of stairs leading down into the darkness. Stepping through the doorway I became acutely aware of sounds seemingly coming from all around me suddenly. It really is impressive, as though I just stepped from a tomb to a busy workshop, the sounds of gas escaping pistons, whirring, and clanking chains flooded my ears. I continued down the stairs following my helpful little box, which despite its size and shape would suggest was actually quite nimble on the stairs. It seemed to have wheels that would extend down to the next step as the edge rolled over it and once the back of the box was clear of the step it would drop back into its squat position, hiding its wheels as quickly as possible. It continued to do so the entire way. The box seemed to notice me watching it and made a kinda shrill whistle and its undercarriage light went from a comfortable yellow to a, is that... Peach? Is it blushing? My god I think it is! I let out a small chuckle and my little blushing box stopped dead in its tracks mid-step, its light suddenly going white, almost blinding me from behind and lighting up the hallway for a split second. Luckily both of my feet were solidly on a step so I didn't take a tumble or anything, but I couldn't help doing anything but laughing harder. 

After a second the little box crept up behind me and continued down, its status light continuing to show pinkish. I followed it slowly, the chuckle slowly dying in my throat as we reached Ceriths office. Well "office" was being nice. Morgue, mortuary, both of these fit just as well. Cerith was, for the most part, a recluse. We reached the door and the little robot continued through a little hole in the wall. I waited a second and knocked. "Enter!" Came the voice on the other side. I opened the door and stepped through. Along one wall set doors that normally housed the dead waiting to be processed. One out of dozens were open, its occupant missing from its silver slab. The middle of the room was brightly lit from a single overhead light. In the middle of the circle of light stood a figure, long Raven colored hair bound in a single braided ponytail, the rest of them bound in medical examination garb. They seemed to be engrossed in the corpse in front of them. The little robot rolled up next to Ceriths feet and made a little chiming noise. "Thank you Tabitha. That'll be all," said a voice that was neither male nor female from beneath the mask. Just sort of in the middle. "Tabitha? Never knew you to be sentimental," I said gently, the chuckle in my voice making itself clear. "I see you still find even the darkest things funny," Cerith quipped back. "My line of work Cer, you take the laughs where you get them. Look who's talking anyway, you're usually elbows deep inside someone 25/8. Even you have a seriously fucked up sense of humor." That got Cerith laughing, sounding like thunder and the whip crack of lightning at the same time. "You've got me there Julius," Cerith said after his laughter subsided. I think he suits him today. Which is both a good and bad sign. When Cerith is acting like a man, it usually means some grim news, but they are going to try to make it seem like not a big deal and laugh a lot. Plus they almost never call me Julius. Something was wrong. Very seriously wrong. As this realization hit me I got this odd tingle in the small of my back. Like someone had put several freezing needles under the skin and into my spine, something I'm familiar with from the anima-games from the cyber sphere. Halos: Divine Retribution If I remember right. Those Angels were sadistic bastards. I shuddered at both the memories from the game and the shockingly similar feeling I was experiencing. Dread, that feeling is dread my friend, the quiet part of my mind whispered to me. "Cer, what's wrong bud," I asked. He didn't say anything. For a long time. After a few minutes I was about to ask again, but then he spoke. And what came out will haunt me, quite possibly till the day I die. "This ones temporal lobes are gray matter. Nothing even close to being coherent. Just. Dead neurons. And he's not the first." Gone was the jovialness of the past ten minutes. This was Cerith the whisperer. In an almost dead tone they continued, "the others didn't fare nearly as well as this one. Most of the brain is intact here, which means that if they didn't deliver a massive shock or something similar to fully kill him he would have possibly lived as a vegetable with memory issues, but that's not what I'm looking for in this one here now. Now I'm trying to figure out what else the others had in common with him, and so far that's brought up all but naught. Well this one has a bit of liver damage. But that's about it. So Mr John was a drinker. Not much there." When Cerith is "whispering" the best thing to do is just let him be. But I couldn't help but prick my ears up at mentions of others with similar wounds, and the fact that this one had liver issues.... "Cer. You said... CERITH," I finally snapped out and caught his attention mid ramble. "Thank you. You said liver problems. But nothing similar to the others? No drugs? Alcohol? Not even a synth brain-pattern? You checked Everything?" "Well let's see, John here was a drinker that's for sure," Cerith said his hands never ceasing their work as he started to put 'John' back together seemingly satisfied that he found nothing else, " Mr Lombardo in chest 3 had cocaine mostly, and Mr Lei in chest 9 had opium. Although to tell you where it came from for both I'd have to do a molecular analysis and see what it compares to. Other than that, no. Absolutely nothing connecting any of them. As far as I can tell they are all unique cases completely separate from each other except for the damages to the brain. And I only found this by accident. During a routine scan I happened to look at the screen as it passed through the brain and noticed an odd density in his temporal lobes. Just slightly higher than normal. Hell to be honest with you it had the density of a fresh cutie, you know those little oranges?" I nodded, and he continued, "Right of course you do, who hasn't? Anyways it's just super dense compared to the surrounding tissues, and I take a sliver probe and drop it in like you do. And when I turn the damn thing on to look at the neurons the area all I see are dead cells packed on top of one another. Not natural decay death, but forced to die. Most of the cell walls were torn open like they had blown up from the INSIDE. That's when I called you." He finished up with 'John' putting the final few perfect stitches in place and sealing him up for good. Once he seemed happy with his work he called out to his seemingly empty morgue, "Grom I'm done! Can you put Mr John Doe here back in his room? Number 11 if you please." He turned away from the body on the table and removed the giant rubber gloves that went to his elbows. He walked into the dark calling out over his shoulder, "I'll be back in a sec I gotta scrub out, want a drink? I have beer, whiskey, vodka, I might have some Cognac somewhere, and bourbon. Your choice, just call out what you want and Tabitha will be there with it. Also have a seat! We have much to discuss." With that he disappeared from both sight and sound in the dark. It was a neat trick I have to admit, and it had something to do with how he had his morgue set up. Even the giant war machine that was Grom was absolutely quiet unless you managed to catch him through the gloom. I thought for the longest time the reason why I could never catch him sneaking around was from some sort of stealth program put into place, but when he goes up and down those stairs he's as loud as can be. So it was definitely not his program but the way the morgue was built. I'm confident in saying that because when I turned back to look at the table, or rather where it was, there was now a chair that looked like it had just grown out of the floor and the body was gone. Also the thought of something as big as a fridge just sneaking up on some poor combatants and snapping their necks as quietly as he walks in the morgue just gives me the heebies. As I sat in the chair a thought occurred to me. Considering how advanced the morgue seemed to be it would make sense that it had some sort of AI or integrated computer. "Computer?" I had been here a million times but I'd never had a chance to think about it nor try anything. But not even a second after I had said anything a response came. "Yes Detective Julius. My name is DANNA. Or Dynamically Actualized Neural Net AI. How can I be of service?" The voice seemed to come from everywhere and nowhere, slightly feminine and breathy, all service but no sex. Honestly I was just surprised that it worked. "DANNA, I was just wondering if I could take a look at the files that Cerith had mentioned? If it is as bad as they claim I think I might need to know anyway. Also if you can get those blood works done for me I'd appreciate it. Also something with whiskey or rum would be amazing." "Of course Detective. I will have Tabitha bring it shortly. And how would you like the information to be displayed? Desktop or dynamic?" That piqued my interest. "Dynamic please." No sooner than I had said a series of screens blinked into existence in front of me. It was some sort of Holographic display. I reached out and touched the display and was surprised that I got stopped by something. It was hard but surprisingly I found that I could push into the screen with my finger if I pushed hard enough. It kinda felt like... Oobleck. I also found that by pinching the corner I could pull the screens closer or further from me. I even found that I could grab individual pages of the reports off the screen and hold it. It felt like a thin sheet of plastic and responded like both a tablet and a singular document. If I switched pages the old one would appear back onto the screen and the next would pop onto it. This was about as slick a set up as I had ever seen and whistled my appreciation under my breath, I'm definitely going to have to ask Cerith about where they got DANNA from. "See something you like, big boy?" A very DEFINITELY female voice said in my ear from behind, soft and throaty, screaming come hither. I felt small dainty hands gently caress the tops of my shoulders before slipping down the front of my chest, pulling me back into the chair that I didn't realize I had been slouching in. "You know better than that, Jules. Your back is important and slouching will destroy the muscles and cause some to atrophy." The voice left no room for argument, and left me more than a little bit flushed. I closed my eyes and dropped my head back as far as it would go, the back of my head hitting something soft and warm, stretching my neck and back out. "Damnit Cer I thought you were scrubbing out, not completely changing." I hadn't realized it, but at least an hour had passed from when I started playing with the computer and working with the files if the clock on the computer was to be believed. "You looked like you were pretty into it so I decided not to disturb you. Plus you know how much fun it is for me to tease you like this. Especially after, well these..." One hand waved at the screens in front of me. The small hands' nails were painted the darkest black and almost made them blend into the void that existed outside of the screens. "I do Cer, and that's part of the problem, we both know that it's never going to happen. Least of all for you." She laughed a little, a clear beautiful sound and the body beneath my head bounced slightly telling me I was against her stomach. "Still I know you enjoy these little moments," she said, the pressure on the back of my head disappearing and was replaced by the voice right by my ear again as she whispered, "especially when we both know that's not at all true." At the last words she nibbled my ear gently. I couldn't help but roll my eyes at her, in spite of my baser instinct rising to meet her VERY juicy insinuations. But for as long as I've known Cerith and as many times as we have both been VERY drunk, they have NEVER cashed in. I just assumed that it was a quirk of theirs. "Anyways," she said standing back up, "what are you thinking so far about the files? Spooky, right? Like I said, nothing that I can see connects them." Her hands gestured in front of me in an approximation of a shrug. She then clasped them together, wringing the knuckles and effectively trapping me in the chair and back against her abdomen. I scrubbed my eyes with my fingertips acutely aware of the growing headache that suddenly made itself known. "Your right from the medical side. I can't see everything you can, of course. I don't have near the knowledge that you have," which is true being that Cerith is at least 200 years old. I never asked directly, the old adage still holding about women and their age. Still though her answers to certain questions would lead one to believe her being her first adult car was a Bing Cherry 2201 Firebird GT with white walled hover trim and chrome accents. From pictures that I could find it looked like a slick piece. Looking back to the screens I couldn't help but feel that itch again. I couldn't explain it. That prickly feeling of ice needles again, this time in the back of my skull. As much as I'd hate to admit it. I think Cerith is right. I sighed heavily before saying "send me everything. I'll open a new case file and have the team start working on it first thing." She made a happy noise and bounced slightly, clearly satisfied with my decision to take it on. I reached out and to my left and a glass was placed gently into my hand by Tabitha. I hadn't even realized she had come over while I was working and was now ready for that drink. Room temperature rum and cola. The drink went down smoothly enough considering I drained the glass in one gulp, during which time I finally got a good eyeful of Ceriths current form. Or rather the underside of part of it. From what I could tell she was wearing a black T-shirt. That was it. I put the glass back down, it's job done without moving my head and said, "What a lovely view Cerith. I'm guessing you chose this to try to get a rise out of me?" I couldn't lie though it was affecting me, but I couldn't let her know that. Not when she's like this. Otherwise she'll continue to tease me till she leaves me with the absolute worst case of blue balls this side of the City. Her hands came up and cupped my chin almost lovingly, and her voice said "Of course Detective. Do you not approve? Or would you rather I change back to my medical examination form? Or something else?" Her words dripped with implied sex. I groaned, loudly, and said, "This is fine. Jesus Cer." Before we could continue our most scintillating of conversations there was a sudden PING! And DANNA said, "I'm sorry to interrupt, but there's a message for you Cerith. It says 'If you can get to the department Cerith, do so. We need you to explain your paperwork. And if Detective Julius is still with you have him come in too.' signed the Chief. Would you like to reply?" 'Shit, I forgot the morgue kills all signals,' I thought to myself as I stood up gently (regretfully) prying myself from Ceriths grasp with a, "duty calls. Need a lift?" I stretched gently, the scales in between my shoulders clicking appreciatively for the stretch, and turned around to notice she was indeed, just wearing a black T-shirt that hugged her voluptuous figure closely. The scales in my back clicked shut in surprise. Cerith let out a small cute chuckle, "I see after all this time I can still surprise you," she said blowing a kiss my way, reminding me of a little Gothic pixy. I rolled my eyes away from her and willed my scales to relax. I grabbed my jacket off the back of the chair, slinging it on and clicking the neck clasp shut under the cord that connected my scales to the unit in my head. I was awarded the cybernetics upon completing my training and getting all my licenses to have them. The force had allowed me to customize it, I had chosen top of the line. A dual unit with custom built AI. The individual scales were ceracoated titanium microprocessors all running in both series and parallel, and could move to expel heat or react. The main unit was the same except it was one solid unit that replaced a chunk of skull. Once that was done I zipped up the front of the leathers and ran the scales through the racer setting. They clicked and flattened against the outside of the jacket, securing it to my back. I shrugged making sure it was comfortable. "I'll take the fact that you're only in a t-shirt you'll be along shortly?" "Certainly detective." Her voice was filled with dismissive submission... And sadness? I looked back at her and noticed her makeup was gone. Or had she had any on in the first place? I gave myself a mental shake. There's no way. This was Cerith, veritable goddess of the necropolis. I put the last few minutes away for review later. Chief called. I have to go. On an instinct I thought long dead, I reached out and squeezed her hand. I felt a slight squeeze back. And then she let go with a, "Go on, be a good detective. I'll be along shortly." I left with Tabitha as my guide. Before Cerith disappeared into the darkness I thought I heard her whisper, "please don't leave." My scales raised in a saddened response. I couldn't be sure I heard her right though. If I heard her at all. I reached back and stroked them, knowing my ai probably heard her, and knowing it could feel me touch the scales. After a few seconds the scales settled down. 'I know buddy,' I thought to the AI. It couldn't respond like usual AI. The force thought that was too dangerous. What if it went rogue? What if it tried to kill the host and take over? The list went on and eventually they decided the basics were ok. When I got my unit one of the first things I did was jack it into a diagnostic to see what kind of hardware I was dealing with exactly because manufacturer specs from real use are sometimes different with AI if the bits and bobs are in place. When I did, all I got on the screen was 'Hello?'

Que onda ! pregunta
se que hay un 20% que funcione , y q a varios y varias les paso que tiraron un mensaje por insta y ganaron porque respondieron o al menos te devuelven el follow..
como ganaron ? que escribieron ?

I only just discovered that this was a thing so it's nice to see i'm not the only one.
I worked a remote job for many years and after long relationship ended i got curious and did a lot of travel and it was shocking the difference between the dynamic between the women in my home country of Australia and those abroad. Since then have exclusively dated women from abroad both while traveling for extended periods and at home. I am seeking a long term partner and have had a couple of great relationships that didn't pan out amongst other shorter but just as rewarding encounters.
I came back to Aus as the pandemic was kicking off and I don't know if this is frowned upon and not in the spirit of ppb but Australia has a huge migrant population and also a vast amount of people study here from abroad. I have met a lot of wonderful women from other places here who I felt were genuine and not visa hunting. A lot of them were also high achievers and intelligent but had excellent grounding / moral compass from their upbringings and were of course well traveled.
I still like to take extended trips but have found meeting foreign women at home just as rewarding for those who maybe have jobs that don't allow or other constraints. I like that they are here on their own merit too so i don't feel any obligation as far as their living arrangements if it gets serious.
I just wanted to mention the two recent experiences I have had this year. One was a Filipina and I also tried dating an Australian girl for first time in years...
So this filipina was cute as a button, highly educated completing a masters here and also working. Her attitude was so different to western girls and she always wanted to take care of me bringing food, affection and also sexually she did her best to ensure i was taken care of. The way she treated me made me want to step up to try my best to ensure she had everything she needed and treat her right with lots of love and care. It's all the small things I tell you! alot of it was very sweet cooking for each other and being lame. people think PPB just want a maid or to have some sort of power over their partner but I just loved how it was so reciprocal.
Then i should mentioned this Australian girl. Playing games with me from day one, saying things just to try and get reactions out of me, almost begging to be constantly complimented which was a turn on in itself. Her texts were also super passive aggressive and if i didn't play the game she'd mention oh some guy at work was flirting with me etc like i would be outraged. She was a perfectly lovely person to hang with but i got this feeling like it was a one way street. She wanted to be worshipped but she was so uncaring and cold why would i? She also seemed to think every guy she met or knew was madly in love with her but she was a pretty average person. I just thought her attitude stunk. really hot and cold.
I don't even know why i'm posting but there are so many great girls out there who aren't the spoilt brats we have here in Australia. Im not surprised when i see such i high number of interracial / international couples here in Melbourne. It makes me laugh because i have a lot of female friends and they are always the ones that comment on it when we are out with snide remarks. We are friends so obviously I think they are awesome company, funny and cool but they have the same attitude and wonder why they are single in their late 30's / early 40's now desperately trying to hunt down a man to shack up with or have kids.
I believe in equality for men and women 100% but i also think we are different creatures and theres nothing wrong with that. Being vilified by western women for being a straight white dude blows.
Finally I would say my favourite destinations have been in Asia by far due to the cost, food, proximity to Aus and wonderful people of both genders. Vietnam, Japan and Thailand are honourable mentions. Although with Thailand I stay clear of BKK or Resort towns.
My first post but i look forward to following the sub. I'm at the stage where i really hope to lock someone special I can marry and build something with so i like seeing so many genuine posts also.
Excuse the poorly written post i just typed my random thoughts on the matter. If i've made any blunders that aren't allowed here i'm sorry in advance!
Repost as last wasn't clear enough

Duda sobre facturación de monotributo y USD
Primero que nada hablo del total desconocimiento porque es mi primer laburo. Sepan disculpar si la pregunta puede ser medio boluda.
Cobro apox. 400 USD al mes, la ruta que hice el mes pasado fue Deel -> Dolarapp (paso todo a pesos) -> MercadoPago. Así me dijeron que lo haga y pude recibir la plata con facilidad.
La primera fue de 150 nomás, y no sabía si tenía que facturarlo, pero el mes que viene ya cobro los 400, por lo que me gustaría saber si debo facturarlo y si es mucho lío hacer la factura de monotributo. También otra duda es si puedo pasar los 400k de una a MP o tengo que hacerlo con cierto monto y periodo para no tener algún problema. Dijeron que pasando nomás 200k no iba a tener problemas, pero de nuevo, no conozco mucho.
Gracias!

Ewwthan has always been a hate monger as reflected in his content throughout the years, it is well disguised but once you catch on to it there is no going back.
Despite his multiple attempts to "evolve" his character and the content he produces it always ends up the same.
From a young privileged white edgy man who thinks being racist and misogynist qualifies him to be a comedian, to a grown homophobic and transphobic man making bomb threats and enabling young fanatic women to meet his friends with the explicit intention of finding them a wife, to a Pedophile/Rape/Human trafficker apologist who transitioned into a pseudo–demagogue Zionist propagator that whiplashed into pushing "Family friendly" content for their "Family show."
All the while claiming to be an ally to the LGBTQ+ community, an ally to women, and a mental health advocate to appeal to the masses while simultaneously spreading hate and harmful rhetoric about the people he claims to support.
I remember once upon a time an old episode from a few years ago, I remember Ewwthan reading chat and snapping at a chatter that said something he didn't like, with a rant that extended to his audience, I remember him calling out his "haters" as he regularly does and finished by looking at the camera and saying "if you don't think this is about you then it is not about you" as a way to silence the rest of the chat that started to take it personally.
Ewwthan is perpetually fence-sitting between brainwashing his audience into thinking he is a decent person and not giving a single sardine about what he says and who he hurts.
Generally speaking, as viewers its hard not to take personally a deception of this caliber, especially from a guy that spends most of his time talking to the camera, directly addressing his audience, asking them for favors like "downvote all other profiles in wikifeet so i can be number one" "send me more donations to prove Jake Do little wrong" and last but not least "we should all make multiple accounts and harass him (Chet Hanks) until he comes (to the show)"
and homeboy still has the nerve to talk down on people and say "he/she thinks the tv talks to them, they're crazy, psycho"
He revels in his delusions, swallowing his own trite thoughts like gourmet fare, savoring the rancid flavor of his recycled ideas. Round and round he goes, a hamster on a wheel, caught in an endless cycle of self-deception, believing his regurgitated filth was the pinnacle of brilliance.

En mi caso paso con ciencias sociales, si llamenme rarito, pero en 9no grado amaba la clase era mi favorita, me encantaba como el profe la explicaba, su metologia era esta, no pone tarea, traigan sus libros, "x lee el primer parrafo" jovenes considero que la guerra es una esrupidez era como un juego todos salian a disparar y se escondian. * x persona levanta la mano* "profe en verdad lo que hacian era que salian y ver si no los balaceaban" Si bueno x lee el siguiente parrafo
Amaba las clase por todo esto que acabo de mencionar
Ahora las clases en 10mo se basan en: lee la guia solo leo la tarea hago la tarea, al siguiente dia :bueno diganme lo que investigaron" (algunas veces hasta con ia) "si pues eso vamos a ver x tema social y vamos a hacer una presentacion" * hace 20 minutos de actividad*
Esa metodologia es malisima 1 por que la tarea muchas veces esta hecha a la carrera , las investigaciones son muy superficiales y todo eso, despues en el colegio hacemos actividades de 20 minutos, sin que profundizaramos en el tema previamente, es una clase teorica, no una clase practica, esa metodologia lo unico que hace en mi es engrandecer mi pensamiento de que tu conocimiento adquirido no vale ni mierda, vale mas el puto numerito que le entregan a tu padre 3 o 6 meses despues, que lo que aprendiste.

Salam everyone. A bit ashamed and embarrassed to be asking this question, but can’t help but think I might get some clarity as this thought ponders through my mind quite often. I’m a single male and 28. I’ve been at the point where I’ve been wanting to start that next chapter of my life inshallah and complete the other half of my deen. Unfortunately, I haven’t been able to find my queen yet. Something I haven’t been to fond of the idea is marrying my cousin. My parents and other relatives have always made comments throughout my life and sort of hinted at the idea of getting married to my cousin. I’m not too fond of it for 2 reasons: there are literally millions of ladies in this world to choose from and second, her parents, grandparents and so forth have all been cousins (going back to at least 3 generations). For that reason I am skeptical of even thinking about it as god forbid something happens to our kids such as illnesses.
I do find her attractive and she’s appears to be a woman I could spend my life with who has similar values and interests as me. However, I’ve done my due diligence of trying to get to know other women outside of the family, and it just doesn’t seem to work out the way I’d expect. I try to stop even giving her a thought, but someway somehow, she ends up back in my mind at times. Maybe it’s because my family has sort of hammered it in my mind and drilled it subconsciously. I don’t know. I guess what I am asking is how do I know if she could be my naseeb. Should I even try to pursue it, or just keep working on my life and my self and wait for Allah to send me what is meant for me in due time. I apologize for the long post, but I appreciate any responses I get. Thank you!

After learning the differences between Judaism, the religion and Zionism, I struggle to understand how anyone can subscribe to Zionism. According to every source and numerous rabbis, I’ve spoken with it is forbidden in Judaism for Jews to have land and also forbidden to steal the land from the Palestinians. Also that the Palestinians have been nothing but kind and loving and accepting to the Jews for hundreds of years. I mean if it’s specifically forbidden in the Torah by the Almighty, how on earth can anyone justify Zionism ? I mean using someone’s religion to fulfill their idea of what they think should be a land for them and running natives out? How is that even an argument? Please, can someone tell me? I’m seriously trying everything to understand & I seriously do not comprehend this at all!! How can people be so cruel and try to justify the starving, torturing and just flat out killing and murdering of all these poor innocent people. And we already know that Hamas was a Zionist construct. What is wrong with these people? How on earth is this even an issue? I seriously am trying to comprehend this!! Can somebody please explain maybe something that I’m missing?! I feel as though I’m living in the twilight zone!!!! But one thing is for certain. ZIONISM IS NOT JUDAISM!!!! These war criminals Netanyahu and the like have brainwashed most westerners into believing Zionism and Judaism are one in the same when they are definitely 100% not and the entire state of Israel to stop. They are demanding a cease-fire and how on earth you have more tools like Dr. phil Glorifying this war criminal Netanyahu absolutely shocking and disgusting. They were very smart about the way they went about this whole thing purposefully making Judaism and Zionism ambiguous by saying Jews when there is a massive difference huge difference they’re actually the complete opposite of one another. Zionism is 100% Satanism that is a fact, and anyone that says otherwise has been brainwashed and lying to themselves and do not follow the Torah. I feel so helpless. I don’t know what I can do to help influence or make a difference in this genocide, these crimes being committed daily against humanity. I am heartbroken every day, but I can’t even imagine to begin to understand the anguish, torture, sadness, devastation loss and hopelessness. These poor Palestinians must feel every single day of their tragic lives and you’ve got these sicko, Israeli soldiers going on TikTok and other social media platforms boasting about how many women and children and babies they have murdered, how on earth is anyone standing behind us like seriously what the fuck is happening so confused and I don’t even know what to think I feel like I woke up and I’m literally in hell imagine what those poor Palestinians are feeling because some idiotic war criminals that think they’re entitledto some fucking land decide to go on a massacre how dare anybody stand up for the Zionist philosophy absolutely abhorrent and they are on the wrong side of history and will be pariahs one day in the very, very near future.

Megami ran the brush through her hair as she took a deep breath, her hands shook, 'it's just nerves' she thought as she made sure not a single imperfection was seen on her.
She did not feel like facing her father's judgment over a single strand of hair. Once she was finished, she sat back down on the bed with a book.
Why did she go through all that effort to look nice even though she wasn't even allowed to leave? Megami didn't know, but she stopped asking questions for a long time.
School was better than home but every time Megami thinks she's starting to get more comfortable, her father just pulls her out for months and forces her to study in her room for her 'safety'.
He never told her what it was until today, where he said that everything he did was because of some woman and her offspring That man had stolen the best years of her life because of the actions of Women and the potential actions of her child.
Megami hadn't even met any person from the Ashi family, but she already hated them. But her father had promised her that if she 'took care' of the threat, Megami could finally have a life outside of the hell he pushed her into.
She jumped at the opportunity.
Frustration. Megami had the student council watch Ayano like a hawk and they found nothing. What game was that girl playing?! Megami needed to know, or else every damn thing she went through would be for nothing.
The closest thing that could be used as a weapon Shiromi had found by snooping was a sharp pencil.
Megami knew her hatred towards the girl was irrational, she had never even spoken to Ayano. But the knowledge that this girl was the reason why Megami had suffered all these years was enough to fuel this hatred and build up the image she had of this girl.
' This is bad,' Megami thought, gripping the teen's wrists tighter as she glared down at the girl 'Leave, this isn't her fault.' She felt a disgusting feeling bubble in her stomach at the pure fear in Ayano's eyes.
"What are you planning?" Megami asks, her voice barely above a whisper, feeling tears gathering in her eyes. What was she doing? This girl didn't do anything to warrant this…
"What…What are you talking about..?" Ayano asks, her voice stopping every few seconds. It was obvious she was scared, but the tint of confusion didn't go unnoticed by Megami.
For the first time in years Megami felt like she was about to cry. She didn't cry for a lot of things, but seeing a girl who was only slightly younger than herself, look at her with such fear that Megami used to look at her father with just…hurt.
Shakily, Megami let go of Ayano's wrist. Guilt seeped into her as she watched the girl immediately bolt away to black haired boy and a red haired girl.
For the first time in years, Megami felt like more of a monster then she ever felt before.
And she hated it and herself even more.