50th birthday sayings funny

Grandma: She’s a bit of a Conservative conspiracy theorist and doesn’t trust the government, but I love her. She ties everything back into politics and religion, loves America. She’s a bit traditional, but also lets her mouth run wild sometimes. It ends up being a really long, ramble conversation on her end. She trusts sources, but usually only looks at one side so she believes the other side is completely corrupt and evil. She loves and values her big family and God. She also has a lot of love for nature. Her and my grandpa’s love story started out with her winking at him, so she’s DEFINITELY a flirt haha! She’s sassy, and very honest, but has unconditional love for her family… though some things are difficult for her to accept. She has anxious paranoia, tbh. But she’s very social, very honest. She also doesn’t seem to enjoy doing things with the help of others, preferring to be independent. She’s just traditional in the sense that she doesn’t like dyed hair or the style nowadays. She’s also really big on American history, and the past repeating itself, yet when i asked her to tell me her own life story for a school project she was very straightforward.
Types I’ve considered for her: ENTJ, ESTJ, ESTP
Grandpa: So he’s been dead for almost eight years but we were super close so I need to type him. My grandpa was a hard worker who loved old westerns, did not care for talking about politics. He was kind and generous, and took over the role of a father for me when my mom and I moved in. Every time a toy of mine broke, he would fix it for me. He owned a gun shed right next to our house up until his last day, stopping at nothing to work hard. He bought gifts for people just randomly, and loved outdoors. He was proud of working with Eagle Scouts. He was a veteran in the Cold War. He also loved to tease me, as well as teach me lessons. He taught me telling time, counting money, and would have me come to his office to read to him every night. Sometimes he would tell me brief stories to get me to learn responsible lessons, sometimes they were sad for little me. Like in order to get me to stop using so many paper towels, he told me a story about an owl with a name and everything who had lost its home because paper towels were being used too much. So I only took one or two strips after that. He called himself a grumpy grandpa, but was not grouchy, and bought me an Elmo In Grouchland dvd to show he was a grouch. He made me think I was good at everything and could do anything. He also loved Native American history. The only negative thing I can say is he was very particular with my grandmas cooking, and always wanted it just the way his mom used to make it. But me and him had a great relationship, I was his princess. He loved his family, and giving random acts of service. He died a month after I turned 9 because he didn’t want to stay in the hospital anymore. He wanted to keep working. He always spoiled me.
Types I’ve considered for him: ISTP, ISFJ, INFJ
Mom: Raised me as a single mom from the time I was two months old, and we lived at my grandparents house. She’s always been very witty and funny. More than anything else she strives to be good, intelligent, and helpful. She’s pretty self aware, and has strong morals, but she values logic over emotion. She loves logic, and math equations. She doesn’t like it when things make her feel dumb, and it is very hard to talk her out of something logical to her. She said she never had a problem with driving because it’s all logic, and because I struggle with driving she doesn’t know how to help me very well. She loves kids and cats. She didn’t know how much she loved cats until we got them though. She has a very kind, warm, and giving heart. She also spoiled me in childhood, as her only child. We never went on vacations though because we were poor. She is a bit impatient, and sometimes that rubs off on me. But she feels bad whenever I feel as if I’m being abandoned by her and tries to make it up however she can. At church every Sunday, she brings toys and candy for all of the little kids. They love her for it. She doesn’t like hearing lengthy stories, prefers them straight to the point… so I kind of annoy her sometimes. She sacrifices a lot. She’s not mentally healthy at the moment, but she’s my best friend and I love her fr.
Types I’ve considered: INTJ, ISTJ, (maybe) INFJ

I'm very well prepared to get downvoted into hell for sharing this. I'm even more prepared not to give a fuck.
I refuse to accept second best.
I refuse to accept simply receiving text messages, YouTube links, memes and funny GIFs because he doesn't want to put in the effort to picking up the phone and talk.
I refuse to accept being his emotional support animal because he's lost, miserable, with nothing of value to offer me, and he feels trapped or otherwise entangled in a relationship where his needs are not being met but will not leave.
I refuse to accept being his second choice, substitute, or placeholder because the woman he truly prefers is either unavailable or has rejected him for obvious reasons.
I refuse to beg, plead, cry, yell, shout, cause drama, act out, or misbehave just to get him to pay attention to me.
I refuse to place such low premium on my heart, being easily bought and sold, from d-pics and text messages that promise a good time because we truly have nothing in common and nothing to talk about.
I refuse to believe that the idea of dying alone, settling down with cats, and never being touched by another man for my remaining 87 years of my life just because I wouldn't give up my self-respect and values is considered "Plan B" and something to avoid out of fear.
I refuse to chase after the idea of a husband and placing undue pressure on myself to have his babies simply because I need to or that I should, therefore, making me indiscriminate about the men with whom I involve myself.
I refuse to make myself available to him on the condition to be happily cast aside or otherwise forgotten if he discovers someone better.
I was planning on commencing my "Men On Pause" on my 40th birthday next month, but after taking a lot of things into consideration, I'm actually going to initiate that earlier than planned. I'll take that as an early birthday gift to myself.
That is all.

This is going to be the last one that I had, and if one of them is not allowed as a Christian. then i’ll ask everyone “what mobile games can Christians play”?
Here’s the List:
KleptoCats: (Send your cat away to gather items to fill your room with amazing treasures. Collect hundreds of unique mischievous kitties, and watch as they decorate your home with unique collectibles from every corner of the world! Feed, wash, and pet your adorable PAW-rtners in crime to show your appreciation for their gifts!)
KleptoDogs: (Same as KleptoCats, but with dogs. And Unlock all the different breeds: pug, corgi, beagle, chihuahua, some sort of weird alien dog that shouldn't be that shade of radioactive green, etc. The list goes on. Feed them, play with them and even dress them in the cutest clothes. You'll have a blast hanging out with these puppy pals!!!)
Evolution Galaxy: (Different planets: combine mutant creatures in fox, rabbit and sloth-themed worlds, with more coming! Meet the gods: beings of galactic awesomeness are waiting to be discovered! Impostors: watch out for impostors trying to steal the spotlight from the creatures! Drag and drop similar creatures to create new mysterious mutants, Use creature eggs to earn coins, buy new creatures and make even more money. Alternatively, fiercely tap a creature to make coins pop from their eggs) (it’s like Pokémon, but you have to merge them to make them evolve)
Food Truck Pup: You can dress up the adorable pixel dogs, too. There's a Shiba Inu, a retriever, a beagle, and more. Work with the dogs to build a global crepe business. Use the money you earn to buy furniture and clothes, and decorate your crepe truck or cafe. Or maybe even Collect strawberries, bananas, and other crepe ingredients.)
Campfire Cat Cafe: (A purrfectly relaxing game! Start your cafe in the forest. Hire adorable cat staff. Cook delicious authentic foods from around the world! Attract and serve cute animal customers and laugh at their furry funny stories. Relax and earn tips as your kitten staff works while you're idle.)
Tiny Farm: (A heartwarming story with the talking sheep, Ben, Ren, Alfredo, and Amy! The unique Breeding System with Love Points. A combination of real life and fantasy! Various mystic animals. Darling designs and decorative structures mean your farm is unique and gorgeous. Enjoy a gardening life with fields, fishing boats, and squirrel's house! Visit your friend's farm to help out and share the love.)
I know it’s probably a long list but, you can read like one or two of them and say it in the comments about whether it’s a sin or not, if you want. I’m just saying that “maybe you don’t have to read the whole thing” just saying. Anyways, that’s the list for today.

There's an account that's been on my FYP a handful of times that posts about their two daughters who have food allergies. Most of the videos are pretty wholesome- ie showing what the girls eat at different restaurants or how they navigate different situations.
A video of theirs just came up on my FYP and it was honestly horrific. One of the daughters had an allergic reaction at a birthday party. The entire video is just the dad shoving his phone in her face while she's screaming and crying. She says repeatedly that she hates these reactions, that her body is hurting her, and that she looks hideous. At the end of the video, she asks if she can just go home because she hates the way she looks.
It's so fucked up to be more worried about recording your child while they're actively having an allergic reaction. But it's even more fucked up to be shoving your phone in their face for content when they're clearly experiencing something that is traumatizing and emotionally taxing. It's wild that these people claim they're posting to "raise awareness" while their own child is struggling so much with their own self-perception of their food allergies.

So I tried using my cape code but it waid there was an age maturity restriction even though my birthday on the account says I'm 24, anyone has any solution. PLEASE HELP ME!!

So I tried using my cape code but it waid there was an age maturity restriction even though my birthday on the account says I'm 24, anyone has any solution. PLEASE HELP ME!!

Hello, Reddit. I'm on my mobile, so there may be formatting and spelling issues. Sorry about that.
So here's the deal: I (39, M) am a single man. I have a coworker who is like a surrogate mother to me. I'll call her Lisa. She lives right next door to me. I take care of her yard, help her in her garden, and do matinance around her property as needed. In return she sometimes has me over for a hot meal (I'm not much of a cook haha), taught me how to sew so I can fix my clothes, and, in general, treats me like a third son.
She's usually kind and caring, but she absolutely HATES that I'm single. For the past year, she's been trying to introduce me to people she knows, and has even attempted to arrange blind dates. I have a bad track record when it comes to dating. (I've had my heart broken a few times, but my last relationship was the straw that broke the camel's back. I moved across the US continent to be with someone, only to be abused financially, emotionally, verbally, and physically.)
Since then, I have sworn off dating. I'm content to live my life alone. But, Lisa doesn't agree. She says I'd make a fine husband, and it's a shame that I'm denying any woman the chance to be with me. I have asked her several times to please stop, but she ignores me or insists that I just need to meet the right woman.
Three days ago, she had me over to celebrate my birthday a little early, as she will be out of state on the actual day. A few of my friends and her friends were in attendance. She introduced me to a woman I have never seen nor met before, and said that we have hobbies in common. We struck up what I thought was a friendly conversation, but she accidentally let slip that Lisa was attempting to set us up.
I didn't take it well. I pulled Lisa aside, and informed her that I did not appreciate her violating my wishes. Lisa argued with me about it, so I quietly left and went home. I shut my phone off, and refused to answer any knocks on my door.
Lisa came over the next day as I was working on my yard, and scolded me for leaving and making the party awkward. I got a little ticked, so I told her that I only left because SHE kept ignoring that I don't want to date. She left in a huff, but told me I'm being completely unreasonable. My friends who were at the party all agree that it was an asshole move to walk out before we even ate.
I'm pretty upset with her, but now I don't know what to think.
AITAH?

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

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

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

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

My mom is obsessed with her self and her work crush. It’s all she chooses to talk to me about, and it’s getting to the point that I can’t even support it. Yesterday, I called my dad up to help me understand a concept from science, and he was busy, so he told me to ask my mom. My mom was at dinner with her work crush, and when she came back she was mad at me cause my dad called her to ask where she was. she said I got her in trouble and it was not fair, but like are u deadass a 13 year old girl?? When my entire family is around, she chooses to talk ab her boss or some drama she has with someone, and it’s always about WORK WORK WORK. She is CONSTANTLY READY TO TALK AB HER CRUSH, AND IM ACC GOING CRAZY. I was trying to eat my breakfast and it’s all she can talk to me about, before I went to bed, she came in to talk ab him and I can’t do it anymore.
If it’s not about her work crush, then it has to be about her. If my dad says something nice ab me, she has to make it about herself. If a teacher praises my work, it has to be bc she’s FRIENDS WITH MY TEACHERS?? It acc drives me mad, cause EVEN on my birthday, she made it about herself. She went out with my dad and left me at home bc she hadn’t been out in a while?? Additionally, she is obsessed with making herself younger, and has a crippling shopping addiction. She will buy slimming pills, face masks, makeup, detox tea, LED face masks, just to look younger, and compare herself to me CONSTANTLY BUT IM A TEENAGE GIRL. I need advice cause if this continues I’m acc going to say something that’s going to hurt her feelings.

Fuck.
I don't know if this is the right place to post this. I used to be a very caring child (I actually really, truly cared about others) but life taught me that no one will really care about me (being a weirdo didn't help at all and I'm ashamed that at one point I used to do others' homework, tests, etc. in high school so people would pay attention and have even paid people to hang out with me). The most caring I've experienced has been not caring about me as a person but as a role in their life (e.g. my parents had an idea of me as a son who would act a certain way and were angry any time I acted differently than that) and hated when I strained from that. Maybe some others cared somewhat but were disappointed when instead of getting better, my depression (running on 6 years of different levels of depressed (didn't even realize anything other than my "can't get out of bed, not taking a shower for days" periods was considered depression until my psychiatrist told me) at this point, shooting for 10) got worse and ended up leaving me.
Anyways, I developed a lot of coping mechanisms to avoid even starting to care about people so I wouldn't get hurt and I suppose they got deeply ingrained, depression definitely helped too in making me the uncaring asshole I've become. On more than one occasion, someone's been telling me about a problem they have, looking for sympathy, and I've told them "Do you have something else to complain about because this isn't interesting to me anymore?". People have learned that they cannot expect any sort of emotional relationship with me (I'll help them with something practical or advice if I happen to have any and they'll do the same for me but they know I'm not the person to go to for sympathy or anything of the kind). I guess I don't want to be that person anymore. There are three people in my life left, each of who I've only talked to/met once or twice this year and meet ups have been slowly getting rarer and rarer and we've been growing more and more distant and honestly I'd rather not see them but loneliness has been fucking with my mental health. When we do see each other, we can only talk about "deeper" topics which I'm fine with but they want something personal and that's not what I'm good at.
The problem is, I really don't care about these people at all and if I randomly met three people who are similarly intelligent/funny and could help further my career as much (networking is important in software development, I just got a job through one of them), I wouldn't care about the current ones at all. In fact, at the end of high school, when not caring had finally developed some deep roots, I used to change the people I spent time with every month since they were all the same to me. How do I start caring again?
I really have lost the ability to empathize. I can only feel sympathy when someone has a problem I could have and even then I only think "What would I do if I had that problem? I'm really glad I don't have this problem. How can I prevent this from happening to me?". I can at least show some emotion in this case since I'm an emotional person and if I imagine something happening to me, I feel really close to what I'd feel if it actually happened and just think about myself and replace some facts so I can say the right things and make the right faces. I guess at least this counts.
Maybe "fake it till you make it" is the way but the problem is, I'm not a good actor. I practically don't have a relationship with my grandmother, so if someone's grandma dies, I just say "That sucks. Anyways, ..." with a deadpan face with no attempt at faking emotion instead of doing the whole "my condolences" thing and the sympathy face because I cannot just do emotion on the go and it just ends up a weird grimace. I'm good at not showing emotion but not acting like I am experiencing one.
Also, how the fuck would I choose who to care about? Everyone is definitely not an option. I could do the aforementioned three but they aren't good at emotion too and wouldn't be able to help me emotionally (would be pretty one-sided if I was good at this), so why bother with them? Maybe I need to meet new people, start with a clean slate? How would I even do that with my schedule, idk.
Honestly, I have no interest in people and look at socializing like working out. It sucks ass but has a lot of positive effects on mental health (working out also on physical). At the same time, I long for someone to care about me and to care about someone, spending lots of time with them, etc. but in that vague way similar to how I like the vague idea of being rich (or a professional gymnast, or whatever) and dealing only with investing and that type of thing but wouldn't bother getting to that point and I would definitely enjoy it less than programming even if I could. Basically I like the vague idea but don't really want it in reality, idk if the example helped.
Maybe caring about people is just a kid thing and wanting it stuck since I'm definitely emotionally immature. Maybe we all just pretend to care about others because we want something from them and do half-assed attempts to lie to ourselves so we don't feel like bad people and since I don't particularly care about that, I just didn't learn it.
I really don't know what to do. My desires are contradictory and I lose whatever I choose and yet want to try something I don't think I can do. I think it's probably time to finally accept that my life ended years ago and I just need to be put out of my misery. When I try to look at myself from a third-person perspective, it makes the most sense.
I am not sure why I wrote all this. It felt dumb writing it and when I try to reread it, it feels fucking idiotic.

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Luna VI query: Set the source to the leaked files of the first reconnaissance operation of Irisa.
Done!
Luna VI query: What did Nathan do during the first hour of the war?
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From the instant he opened his eyes, Nathan's morning was chaotic. It all began with the ground shaking beneath him, jolting him into a state of awareness. He then was greeted by the sight of Amara. She was leaning against a corner, covered in purple from head to toe as she screamed at someone through an earpiece that she was pressing with one of her claws.
His good morning was overhearing one piece of bad news after the other.
The rest of Amara's group had been ambushed early in the morning; many were dead, injured, or missing.
A war had erupted in the sky and her allies were trying to push back the enemy forces, but the battle persisted; the outcome was uncertain.
Zara was being brought to them, but Amara had lost contact with Igmila's group who was bringing her, only receiving confirmation from another group that a rescue pod was spotted at a distance.
And when he thought that things couldn't get any worse, he heard a bang followed by the AI reporting that Ryo had shot down a drone somewhere near their position.
"Open the tent!" Red had conquered Amara's body.
None of the scenarios Nathan had contemplated the previous night had prepared him for such a chaotic morning. "Give me a second."
He only wanted a chance to get his gun from his backpack and explain why he had it in the first place, even though he suspected Amara was already aware he had it. But she didn't let him. "Now!"
She had never felt so distant to him as the moment she said that single word, which led him to just comply as he stood up and followed her in silence. But this frail silence only masked his morning grumpiness, magnified by the dire circumstances and her cold demeanor toward him.
Nathan had barely caught a glimpse of Ryo and Elysira at a distance when he muttered. "It wouldn't have been so hard to say a few words to fill me in, you know."
Amara's eyes were transfixed on the smoking pieces of the drone when she whipped her head around, glaring at him with her orange eyes. "My people are fighting a war and dying. How can you demand my time when Yelara is hurt and barely escaped alive?"
"Oh, come on, I'm not demanding anything." He scoffed, shaking his head. "I just don't think it would have been so hard to tell me what you intend to do in the next five minutes."
The tip of her tail pressed against his chest, as red and purple coexisted on her skin.
"I am heading up the mountain to find Igmila." She spoke in a detached voice, pulling her tail back and turning around, and then she sprinted in the gap between himself and the tent.
He caught a glimpse of gray on her neck and all his grumpiness was gone, replaced by a cold shiver running down his spine. With his arms moving faster than his thoughts, he grabbed her by the tail, preventing her from going anywhere.
"You absolutely can't do this Amara." Nathan looked down at the tail he held with both hands and swallowed a lump of saliva in fear of her reaction. But that still didn't prevent him from finishing what he had to say, "It's too dangerous."
Amara's eyes sought his, causing him to suspect she would demand to be released or try to free herself by force, but she did something else. "All of this is because of you. Had I not come to your tent, I would be there to assist them."
Nathan caught a glimpse of green around her back spots, which let him know that there was a hint of guilt in her words. But did that justify blaming everything on him and running into danger without thinking?
If not for the awful night followed by an awful morning, Nathan might have just taken the blame and hugged her. But he too had his limits, "How is that fair? Blame me all you want, but nothing will change that you had all the chances in the world to go back and you didn't. I'm not saying that you could have done anything abo-"
"Indeed." Gray flashed for a moment before red flowed among her black spots. "This night was a waste of time." His grip faltered at her words and she pulled her tail back from among his fingers. "I should have stayed with Yelara to help her tend to her wounds."
Nathan bit his lips in frustration. How was it possible to agree with her words, yet still feel the sharp sting in his heart?
And if that was not enough, Ryo had to step in to rub salt in the wound.
Clap.
Clap.
Clap.
With Elysira’s tail wrapped around his wrist as she averted her eyes from Amara, Ryo spoke, "Please don't tell me you're mad because the plant lover couldn't get it up."
Nathan blinked fast not believing his eyes. Ryo was not only shirtless but there were a lot of scratches on his neck and below. Elysira’s long strands were also a mess, but even without that, their physical closeness alone would be enough of a hint of how much fun they had at night.
When Nathan glanced at Amara to gauge her reaction, she had already crossed her arms, looking at him angrily. Which immediately made him feel as if Ryo’s not-funny joke was true although he knew it wasn't.
It took Nathan a considerable amount of self-retainment to not walk up there and rearrange Ryo's handsome face with his fist, or at least attempt to do so.
A few seconds passed before he said, "Why are you here?"
Ryo didn't even bother to look at him, his eyes focusing solely on Amara. "Information. I want her to tell me what she knows about this war."
Amara didn't look pleased to help, but she still informed him about the ambush and even alerted him that even their current position would soon be unsafe.
As If things weren't already bad enough, Ryo frowned and hurried to instruct Elysira to get his things as soon as Amara had finished talking. Nathan felt like he was in a war movie where everything was happening too fast for his emotions and reason to follow.
It was only when he saw Ryo raising his gun skywards that Nathan’s anger subsided, contained by the prospect of how bad their situation was. Ryo movements were fluid and methodical, but he never pulled the trigger on the many drones that appeared high above and, instead, retreated to take cover behind a tree.
Only now the seriousness of the situation sank in for Nathan.
He didn't even care that he hadn't explained to Amara why he had a gun yet, rushing inside the tent after exchanging a glance with her.
After crossing the circular door, he found only a few items on the ground: a pair of boots, his sleeping bag, and his backpack with all his equipment inside.
Nathan was quick, wearing his boots first before retrieving his belt, knife, and holster from the backpack. With a sequence of swift movements, he strapped the sheathed knife and holster to the belt and cinched it around his waist, securing it in place before closing the backpack and dashing out the door with his gun in one hand and the backpack in the other.
Already outside, Nathan found it weirdly reassuring that Ryo was in the same spot as before, but that only lasted until he tried to find Amara, but found nothing no matter where he searched for her.
He dropped his backpack, feeling at a loss. How could he have allowed her to venture beyond his sight when he knew that guilt was clouding her judgment?
Only when he had already cupped his hands around his mouth to scream her name that he felt a touch right above his heel—her tail.
"Psst..."
Wiping his head, Nathan saw Amara's whole body mimicking the colors of his tent, making herself quite hard to spot.
"I thought you were gone." He joined her, stooping down beside the tent as relief washed over him.
"It might be too late to join my soldiers." She didn't allow her colors to change, but the translator conveyed a hint of sadness. "I lost contact with all the teams who were coming here."
"Amara I-"
Nathan was about to attempt to make things right with her when Ryo’s assertive voice reached him. "Listen up, those fuckers are jamming our comms and they will be here at any time. Take the MLBCS and find a clearing to use it, I doubt they can interfere with the laser. Just don't forget that your immediate safety comes first or else you might not be among the living when the pod arrives."
Ryo ran back to his tent as soon as he was done speaking, leaving Nathan questioning his own intelligence. How come he had never even considered leaving the planet? A single glance at Amara and he knew why. But did he have any other option?
Staying and fighting to hold his position was something he briefly considered. But did he have a chance when even Ryo decided to leave after seeing the drones?
Mission control might give him other options, so Nathan decided to try his luck despite Ryo’s warning.
Unable to establish a two-way connection.
He confirmed the interference with the communication with a single thought, kicking his backpack in frustration even though it was expected.
Why did it have to be so hard to accept that Ryo was right and leaving the planet was his best option?
But would Ryo truly leave the planet and leave Elysira behind?
Nathan forgot Amara who was beside him and screamed, not allowing this question to stay in his mind, "Wait, what are you gonna do?"
Ryo replied as he waited for Elysira, "I'm not leaving the planet unless mission control finds a way to save Ely too."
Nathan's eyes widened, feeling like an idiot as he brought up a pop-up window showing the schematics of the rescue pods. They were designed to be fast vehicles capable of transporting a single person to the space station, but Earth's government hadn’t skimped on the design, which included various components that could be discarded, such as medical supplies and search and rescue equipment.
He used the AI to run the calculations and found that Amara would likely be able to go with him, that is if they wedged themselves into the vehicle and discarded everything else.
Nathan was about to share his findings with Ryo when he caught a glimpse of him and Elysira disappearing into the woods, abandoning their tent behind as they ran away.
A sense of urgency struck him at that moment, but it was easily forgotten when Amara's voice struck even harder, "You should go."
"What do you mean?" He sought her eyes, but she avoided his gaze, facing to the ground.
"Do what Ryo suggested." She took a small pause before she went on. "Leave the planet."
"The hell I will!" He punched the tent. "Not without you." He could only assume she was saying this because she didn't know she could leave with him. "You'll come with me, and the pod will take us to the space station."
"Your species will refuse to take me." He saw a hint of purple on her neck. "Before the mission started your people told us you humans will not get involved in our wars." She finally made eye contact, and the purple on her skin intensified. "My best chance to survive this is to hide in the mountains and wait for reinforcements."
"You don’t understand, Amara." He didn't have time for a full explanation of what humans considered not getting involved. "No one in mission control will want to leave you here to die just because of some stupid rule." He then spoke his heart out without a care in the world. "And even if they do, they will take you anyway if say I won't go anywhere without you."
A hint of yellow could be seen among her camouflaged skin, but before she could say what she would do, her tail wrapped around his neck and he felt a strong pull to lower his head and bend his knees for cover.
"The rebels are here," she whispered as her ears twitched.
Nathan was tall enough to see the slope on the other side of the tent by just standing, but Amara struggled to see from above the structure, requiring her to stretch her full height and still take little jumps to take peeks.
And it was after doing so that she dropped her camouflage entirely, letting purple run free among her black spots.
Nathan took interest in what she had seen that had caused such a reaction, and he leaned cautiously against the tent and raised his head slowly, prepared to find a few armed Irisians hidden among the trees. But what he found instead was a never-ending line of Irisian advancing downhill at a fast pace towards them.
He understood Amara's reaction now, pulling back the harmer of the revolver as he stared at her. "I need to... do something."
He made up his mind, determined to shoot. But when activated the infrared view mode and took aim at Irisians descending the slope, Nathan froze for a second. This just lasted a moment, and when found the resolve to fire, he had already lifted the gun enough that it wouldn't hit anyone and it would just be a warning shot.
He fired once, twice, and went on until all six rounds were gone, then he noticed their organized marching had stopped, all of them having activated their camouflage. Some even broke the line and retreated uphill.
When he took cover again, Amara was protecting her ears with both hands, looking at him as if he were some sort of monster. Nathan ignored her and rifled through his backpack in search of more ammunition, finding the small box with shining metal bullets after he had searched for some long seconds.
It was only when he released the cylinder to reload the gun that Nathan noticed something.
His hands were shaking.
He ignored it and pressed the extraction rod the remove the cartridges from the cylinder to make room for the new ones, clumsily dropping a few of them as he reloaded.
Amara saw this and stopped him with her tail before he had filled all the chambers.
"I cannot go with you." Her body had been conquered by purple.
"You think I'll leave you behind?" He almost reached his breaking point when she replied.
"No." Her tail touched his cheek gently. "There are too many of them, Nathan." She pulled her tail back as a hint of gray appeared. "My brother will never let me go, he lost too many ships and soldiers to give up without his prize." The gray intensified, squeezing her black spots. "If you die with me on this planet, your species might abandon Irisa forever.
"My chances of hiding in the mountains are slim, but they exist... and even if I fail I will distract them long enough for you to flee."
Her body blended with the surroundings again and Nathan felt that she was about to do something stupid, but he moved faster and grabbed her shoulders, forcing her to bend her legs and join him on the ground as she stared at him with wide eyes.
"To hell with this self-sacrifice bullshit." Nathan finally decided what he would do. "Do you think I will die that easy? Guess what, you’re wrong." His hands moved from her shoulder to her back and he embraced her. "Let me tell you what we'll do, we take the MLBCS, we find a clearing, and we go to the space station." He released her and added, almost crazily. "You go with me even if I have to drag you by the tail as you scratch me, you hear me?"
He was not kidding; he grabbed her tail with his left hand, leaving her exterior filled with colors ranging from purple to yellow.
Amara was about to reply when the tent produced a thud noise, sounding as if someone had knocked on a cardboard box. When they turned to the side, there was a tiny hole in the tent dangerously close to Amara's head.
She touched the hole with her finger, and then her whole hand pressed against the side of her head, staring at him without saying a word.
Nathan's heart skipped a beat when he realized what had just happened, and consumed by a rage like he never felt before, he pressed the cylinder of his revolver back into place with just the four bullets inside, pulling back the harmer.
This time there was no hesitation, he quickly stood up and used the infrared view mode to survey the now organized groups of Irisians who had taken a defensive formation, choosing as target an Irisian who had climbed a tree and was pointing a long gun at them.
In just a moment Nathan aimed and pulled the trigger, firing one round after another. The first two missed completely, but the others hit the tree right above the target, making this Irisian panic and release his claws from the wood, only to welcome an ugly fall on the rocks below from several meters above the ground.
He took cover again immediately, but this time noise as if he was facing heavy rain under an umbrella struck his eardrums moments after he had taken cover, making him wince every time he heard the distinct noise of a projectile going through one wall of the tent and stopping the other.
With her tail still among his fingers, Nathan and Amara exchanged several anxious glances as the shooting persisted, only calming down when the rebels realized they were wasting ammunition and the barrage of fire slowly started to lose momentum.
Nathan's heart was racing and she was going through all tones of purple when she broke the silence.
"Fine!" She spoke fast. "If you are being so adamant about tying our fates together, we can do it your way." Her tail escaped his grip, but instead of pulling it back, she coiled it around his wrist. "But we are weaker together, Nathan. I will be a burden to you when you run, and you will be a burden to me when we hide."
"Oh, to hell with that too." Despite his harsh words, just knowing that they were on the same page now was enough to give him some hope. "Sorry. I do all the running and you do all the hiding, does that work for you?"
He didn't wait for her reply and loaded the gun again, this time doing it very fast even though his hands were still shaking.
"You do all the running? I fail to understand you." She said as she stood up to take a peek at the enemies, just to recoil in fear and add, "Explain yourself fast, they are losing the fear of your loud gun."
"Sure." He grasped his backpack bottom and overturned it, emptying its contents in a quick motion. With all the items on the ground, Nathan only took the MLBCS and the little box with his drones that he promptly stored in his pocket. "We won't need any of that, which means my back will be free."
"Are you crazy, I am too heavy f-"
"You're not." Nathan was 6′3″, and he had the nanites ensuring he was as healthy as a human could be. This meant that the short Amara—the top of her head only reaching a little below his shoulder—was not a challenging weight for him to carry given her slender body.
Noticing the doubt in her gaze, he lowered his body even more, turning his back towards her in a way it would be easy for her to climb, hoping this would be all the push she needed.
"You take pleasure in testing my trust, do you not?" The tone of her voice hinted at her reluctance, but she still draped her arms over his shoulder, securing her grip in a way her claws wouldn't hurt him.
Even though they had a plan now, Nathan still felt a chill down his spine at the thought of what he would have to do. And despite knowing that he had taken everything he needed, he anxiously patted down his pocket the make sure the box with the drones was there and remembered to take a handful of bullets, filling up his pockets as some of them fell to the ground.
"Ready?" He asked, trying to sound confident.
"See for yourself." Her tail wrapped around his belly, full of tiny black spots surrounded by purple as far as he could see.
Nathan took a few deep breaths and stood up, getting a glimpse of the many groups that were advancing from both sides, trying to surround them.
It didn't even take him a full second before he started firing his revolver indiscriminately at them while his legs moved on their own, not even waiting for his eyes to decide which path he would take.
Amara's weight escaped his thoughts completely, replaced by the fear evoked by the faint noise of metal breaking the sound barrier around them as soon they left the protection of the tent.
He didn't spare a single glance behind, running downhill at full throttle with bursts of adrenalin fueling his speed. He outran the reach of their guns quite fast, hurdling fallen brunches and putting not only distance but also several tree trunks between them and the hostile force behind.
With Amara's solid grip and occasional shifting of her weight to prove that she was fine, Nathan kept his pace as his muscles burned with exertion.
For a little over ten minutes he kept going, jumping over protruding roots and ducking beneath low-hanging branches. But this couldn't go on forever and eventually, he stopped to catch his breath, bending forward and letting go of items in his hand as Amara released her grip to stand on her own two feet.
His breath was coming in ragged bursts, but that didn't keep him from starting to laugh as he stared at her, whose eyes were gentle and her entire body was filled with hints of yellow.
In a split-second though, her whole demeanor changed, all the yellow giving way to purple and red.
She asked a single question, "Is that device of yours supposed to release smoke?"
The tip of her tail was pointing at the MLBCS, which now had a small hole in it from where a whisp of smoke curled upwards, just like a candle after its flame had been extinguished.
Nathan shook his head and touched his forehead; a single word left his mouth, "Fuck."
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My sister has a European boyfriend, they started dating I think two years ago, her videos on tiktok are not too popular but she have good views, At first she only uploaded random videos of herself until a video with her boyfriend had more than 100k likes, after that she started uploading only things about him.
All the topics of her videos are "My EUROPEAN boyfriend helps me put on makeup" "MY EUROPEAN BOYFRIEND EATING" "MULTICULTURAL RELATIONSHIP, MY BOYFRIEND IS GERMAN"
Recently our brother ended his relationship with his boyfriend and my sister only said "Don't be sad, after a man from our country comes an EUROPEAN like it happened to me" Or she makes remarkably awkward comments idealizing her bf, saying that all the men here are cheaters except mans from the first world, a few years ago she was dating an American and did the same comments. 🥴
Anyways, her boyfriend has lately started refusing to appear in videos as he doesn't like that kind of exposure but he did it to please her (his words) but got tired of the comments about him or women wanting to hook him up on his social networks. My sister had an argument with him about it and came to complain to me about it, Honestly he's a good guy, he's really kind and funny but my sister is an idiot, I told her that maybe he would want to make videos with her if she didn't make references every five seconds about his nationality.
She got upset and said it's to have views and there's nothing wrong with that and I told her that maybe that's making him uncomfortable because in a way she's fetishizing him just because he's a foreigner and shows him as if he were meat or a purebred dog, that it would also make us uncomfortable if a foreigner is with us just because we're 'exotic' to them.
Now she's really upset with me and saying I'm an idiot, her videos don't get a lot of criticism so it makes me think I'm thinking wrong

We are going to visit family over Memorial Day weekend- we have an almost 9 month old and our family all live 4-5 hours away. My siblings came to visit for my birthday in March (my parents passed from cancer in 2020) but my in laws haven’t seen the baby since Christmas and this will be the first time they’ll see her unmasked (they refused to get flu shot/TDAP/Covid vaccine). They’re not my favorite people but I am excited to see my family.
DH video calls with them every Sunday and this past Sunday MIL informs us that her current job (a fundie religious private school that is closing down due to low enrollment) is throwing an open house for her to celebrate almost 40 years of teaching- she can’t retire because they don’t have the $$ and FIL was forced into retirement due to his ongoing cancer treatment. I digress- she’s worked the job a long time so the least they could do is celebrate her considering the poor pay and the fact that she’s in her 60’s and had to job search. When is this celebration? The weekend after Memorial Day weekend.
Husband of course feels obligated to go. We are both frustrated at the situation because we are a one car household so if he goes it’s only going to be for the day and I’ll be home with the baby. We discussed him taking the baby and driving and spending the night with them. Which would have been an easy fix except one of my oldest friends will be around that same weekend and wanted to meet the baby (an airline pilot who lives in another state so his schedule means I rarely see him). And I am not going to change my plans with my friend for them last minute.
You would think if you’re throwing a party to honor someone you’d let them pick the date…we don’t know if they ran it by MIL and she approved or they just decided themselves and she’s too meek to say anything. I’m more frustrated at the situation but I’m fairly sure MIL didn’t think to run the date by us but then excitedly tells us about it and hopes baby can make it. We are leaning towards husband just going for the day because baby will have spent enough time in the car Memorial Day weekend and I’m not putting her through it again just so grandma can show her off without considering us.

Tell me why when Shawn and Jules finally realise their complete and utter love for each other, it's when Jules is in a relationship?
Dude I like this show. It's not as captivating as Monk or as funny as Brooklyn Nine-Nine. But I love playing it in the background. The characters are strategically designed to all bounce off each other, like a good satire detective show should.
Shawn Spencer. Hiding his insecurities behind many rolls of movie references and his relentless sense of humour. Using his intellect to put himself and his best friend in adrenaline inducing, sometimes dangerous, situations. He's a junky for the epicly new and challenging, and an addict for, dare I say, hot blondes. Though let's face it, he's a dog that'll rub anything the wrong way. It should also be mentioned, he's a complete fraud, a compulsive liar and a trauma filled donut of chaotic proportions with a flair for the dramatic. Unconventional and slightly uncouth, but very charming and easy on the eyes.
IN COMPARISON
Juliet A.K.A Detective O'Hara, a beautiful, socially awkward mess of try hard insecurity and compassionate incompetence. She's your straight A student, a gorgeous athlete who couldn't melt butter in her mouth... until you meet her. Juliet has scotsman blood, which means a wild side where she releases all her crazies and built up aggression from being nice all the damn time, to everyone. How do you do it, detective? She is forgiving, head strong, slightly unstable and incredibly organized. I do believe in Jules life, there is a place for everything, and everyone. Transparent, empathetic, a risk taker and loyal when it counts.
Except when she finally has a boyfriend.
Charming, rich, awkward and a little weird. He really likes her. It's like if Shawn applied himself and wasn't a complete dick. But obviously Shawns badassery far outweighs this mans stability because her and Shawn JUST KISSED.
But this isn't just a kiss. This is Juliet realising she doesn't want to be with anyone else. This is Shawn realising just how stupid he is that he let her get away and how bad he really wants her. This is big. Juliet's a blonde, but she's not a cheater. If Shawn had just made his move before, she wouldn't have considered anyone else. But Jules doesn't wait around for just anyone.
I guess it wouldn't be satisfying to just hand over the clearly destined relationship. But I'm a little disappointed that they portrayed her as kinda floosy when the whole show, she has been nothing but loyal. She waited 7 hours for a man that never showed, a man she hadn't seen in 7 years. She told Shawn to save Abigail despite knowing she would probably die. She stood by Carltons side when all the odds were against him on an investigation for murder.
But Shawn and Jules realise their mistakes through an impulsive kiss, while she's in a new relationship?! I don't think so.
They did Jules dirty, Jules ain't a cheater. I call for a rewrite. It can be argued that Shawn emotionally cheated on Abigail. But that's pulling straws. He made boundaries, he prioritized Abigail, and he sure as heck didn't kiss Jules while in the relationship. He's unjustifiably perverted but he's not a cheat.
And yet,
Screw that rich guy, lets go O'Hara and Spencer💣❤️‍🔥

I'm rewatching the show after a long time (and my very weak memory)
1- No one laughs at House's jokes? They are funny 90% of the time, that's just rude
2- Most pacients are super grateful (mind you I AM only at the first season but STILL) but every other doctor hates him
3- I cannot stop saying "This vexes me" every time forman appears, and I know that meme is like a hundred years old but I laugh out loud every time
4-I know House has a heart since like episode 3 because even tho he could be a great pathologist and just perform autopsys and solve his mysteries like that, dude just wants to save lives
ALso hi if someone is actually reading this

I 24F took in my younger sister 17F in October. She had texted me during school that day saying she didn’t feel safe, when she got home she texted me our code word. I left work as soon as I could and made a lame excuse to go over to my family’s home. My parents 41F and 57M were standoffish so I stuck to my lame excuse and distracted them. My sister ran to my truck and ducked down. I left and around the corner we self reported her runaway to the proper authorities. We reported to CPS everything that happened and led up to that day and have worked with the system since including the sheriffs office and detectives. I won’t say what exactly we went through but our dad has been arrested on 11 charges, 2 of which are capital crimes. Through all of this she has lived with me and my husband 24M in our home we purchased just a month before she ran. We’re both suffering PTSD and depression from everything that happened and she has been seeing a therapist. Unfortunately my sister and I present very differently. I took the quiet way out of that house so I could still have access to my sisters when I moved out, my sister has fought every step of the way since leaving for justice. It’s admirable and I don’t want to sound like I don’t love her and understand how hard all of this is, but my sister has been rude to my husband and I, condescending about my education, complaining we’re never home when we go to work, picking fights with me, complaining we can’t afford to buy her a car, etc. Needless to say it makes it feel like everything we do is not enough and never will be and has led to changes in how we want to handle her turning 18 in 3 months. My husband and I started working on a rental contract to give her and ourselves protection when she turns 18. She can rent her room and bathroom for $350 a month with all basic groceries, utilities, washedryer and all the supplies, kitchen and all the supplies, and streaming services included. There are rules that are basically keep your spaces clean, keep the common spaces clean, respect all members of the household, let us know in advance if you’re having company over and give us extra time if you’ll be having company over and hosting in common areas so we can make sure we don’t have plans overlapping. We did decide that for disrespecting the rules or us there would be a financial penalty after a certain amount of times a month of failing to do these things because we currently have no recourse for her consistently fighting with me until I cry, leaving messes in the kitchen I get to clean up, and just generally not respecting our home. There are clauses to have those penalties removed and added in for her protection because it’s meant to protect everyone if any arguments or issues come up. My husband, being frustrated after 8 months of her purposefully upsetting me or starting fights then asking us for things and guilting us for them not being done immediately because we need to work to pay bills, wants to drop this in front of her when she turns 18 and give her two options: sign the contract and stay with us or find somewhere else to live and provide us with a lease by the end of August (her birthday is early in the month). I felt that was unfair to drop with no warning so I gave her a heads up about it so she wouldn’t be startled when the time came. After talking with her therapist, she’s decided we’re a**holes for not just supporting her (emotionally and financially) after she turned 18. I’m on the fence and frustrated. So AITA for asking my sister to sign a rent contract or move out after she turns 18? P.S. my husband has been very patient with her and the first few months just brushed everything off. He’s only to this point because there’s been no improvement whatsoever and she has been apathetic to everyone and has even ridiculed me for crying or being at all emotional.

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

It's funny to me. I'm a Sea of Thieves player and been living the pirate's life since 2018. This closure of the Hero Gauntlet is a play-by-play recreation of what Rare Ltd. did with the PvP-Only mode in SoT, called "The Arena".
They launched the mode, and it was immediately apparent that content was missing. (Different boat types for SoT, 90% of the cast for OW)
Players try it a bit, but only those who have the skills/teams to succeed enjoy the mode, and it's incredibly punishing for lesser skilled/solo players.
In it's lifespan, the mode recieves 2 updates. The first update adds new unlockables and some new progression, and the second update adds a new sub-mode to the gamemode. (For Arena, we got new cosmetics and stat trackers and then a Capture the Flag style mode. For OW, it was some new Hero Masteries and then Tower Defense.)
Neither of the updates solves the inherent problem: there isn't enough to do. It's the same one or two sub modes with little to no variation, and even less unlockables that everyone who could potentially unlock did so in the first month or two.
After the meager updates failed to garner more attention, the devs went radio silent on the mode for a period of time. We were lucky they piped up so quick for OW, because in SoT's case Rare didn't update us on anything for an entire year!
Finally, after months/a year of no news, we finally get a big announcement!: The Arena/Gauntlet is getting the axe, and with it all the achievements and unlockables that were tied to it. Alongside the announcement is the backhand of "It's the players' faults for not playing the mode" as if people just didn't enjoy the concept in general, rather than the mode turning stale due to lack of updates.
I'd say OW has it a little better, as SoT's canning of Arena meant we didn't have a dedicated PvP mode until they added Hourglass months later.
The overall concensus for both OW and SoT even came to the same conclusion: The modes needed more prep time and more content produced for them to keep people engaged.
Funny how history keeps repeating itself...

Idk if what my bf did was weird or if im completely overthinking. It’s probably nothing but my 5 year old sister was in my room being funny around us in just her underwear, out of nowhere she started shaking her butt and twerking like head down butt up, something she should NOT be doing but her mom lets her watch TikTok which is another story. As soon as she did it my bf turned his head so quick he could’ve gotten whiplash and wouldn’t look again until she stopped doing it, she kept trying to get his attention he was laughing saying he’s good. Idk if what he did was super weird bc what, would he get turned on looking at that? Or did he just not look out of respect bc who wants to see that? I don’t know. He made a comment once about how cheerleaders shouldn’t be wearing what they wear and imo there’s nothing wrong with it yea there’s skin but if an adult thinks it sexy that’s their problem, I kinda thought he was weird for that but then assumed I was in my head bc I overthink about stuff like that. So, any opinions from the outside?

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