Hi everyone, I was wondering if anybody has had a similar experience to me.
2 weeks ago I had a day of extreme anxiety which I think has led me to spiral into this ‘sickness’ i’ve created. Everyday I have had tension headaches, a headache in my temple and slightly above my temple on the left side of my head. I am having a weird tightness coming from my temple to my eye and to my cheekbone making it feel numb. The left side of my neck is also hurting.
I think the bad bout of anxiety had led me to a dissociative state and feeling out of it. I have had health anxiety and i think all of this has caused me to clench, grind, etc leading to my jaw causing me problems.
I feel sick and completely out of it. I haven’t done much in the past 2 weeks because I am in this state. My health anxiety is telling me i’m going to have a stroke, an aneurysm, or a brain bleed. I tell myself i’m going to be fine and i feel fine until about 3:00pm and I start spiraling and feelings awful.
Someone please help.

im 18 now but when i was in like 7th-8th grade my body was growing. like triple Ds on a 120 lb 5'1 body, so you know how boys are, theyre nasty and they bother you about it. girls were mean about it too and talked about how my boobs were fake and how i had ass implants (plastic surgery at 13 is strange but i guess the common sense wasnt there for them yet)
but i just feel like sitting alone at art class wearing a TURTLENECK btw and having boys swarm my table and not even look me in the eyes when they were talking to me really changed me for the worse. i thought they were just trying to be friends, so whenever i talked to them back girls would call me a hoe, homie hopper, thot, etc. which i obviously wasnt having sex with any of these people i interacted with lmao
it affected me and it made me feel like my only worth was my body and i was genuinely considering having like an onlyfans when i was of age because i thought that was the only thing i had going for me and that i was stupid and dumb and had no purpose or worth, because thats what people were telling me.
obviously i have changed now and i dress modestly with the occasional mid-thigh skirt, but my chest and arms are covered up in public always.
i never thought i was ugly back then, i mean i did get called a butterface but i didnt care. its all behind me now but i feel bad for the 13 year old girl who had to hear all of those things and i feel like i wouldve been a completely different person now if i just had a normal body
i dont know if i need feedback but im curious if this is a universal experience for those who were early bloomers
and to any young girls or boys reading this, no one likes when people talk about their bodies.

Butterfly clips
Flutter about your hair
delicately perched on light brown leaves
tease autumn under your limelight
Were you a maple tree in a past life?
I was your personal force of nature
Defiantly cooling what your sweat couldn’t
pearlescent wrapped against
your bark, the palette of moonlight
and all her softness in your glow
We lost every raindrop
To thrashing our limbs
Under the electric sky
My branches gust for you still
Voices rasp, to summon
A courageous last stand
Apologetically we beg for water
Eyes drinking in midnight dew
From security bottles
I understand now
Drought in a desert
After dancing with you
I push a frigid lifeline into your hand
Whispering, you first
Even as you barely hang on
You water roots of your friends
Before your own
Was it the water that tasted like heaven
Or was it nectar of a blossomed friendship
So five strangers could feel homesick for each other
The same day they met
Delirious laughter
desperately grinding ice down to water
I wanted to tell you
That I love the first spark
Of shooting stars firing through the electric sky
A plume of smoke wisps
So the stars after it can shine on
How appropriate
That Avicii closed so Fred could open
his (loving arms)
You’ve refilled everything
the pandemic took away
I wished I took more pictures
To remember your face
But my new fan callous will never forget you

so a girl followed me on Instagram and we started talking, she told me that my "friend" gave her my insta and was extremely flirty like asking for pics and shit like that, well fast forward a week we met up at school but the girl wasn't the one from the pictures, but I said I'll kiss her, so yeah I kissed her bc of a promise, I didn't wanted to kiss her tbh and I ghosted her after that, then a guy called me that he was going to beat my ass, I ignored that guy, so a week later him and 2 of his friends jumped me when I was on my way home, I got my ass beaten and they broke my glasses and I ended with a black eye, and then they continued sending me messages on ig telling me I didn't have balls and when I asked why they jumped me they told me that I called the girl a whore, I just ghosted her , I was hospitalized for a week bcs of that, my school offers free insurance so I didn't pay anything for that, so me and my parents digged deeper on their ig we found their names and age, they were adults like 18 to 19 years old, and we found that the girl that catfished me is known on her city bc she fights a lot but when things don't go her way she plays the victim, so we pressed charges for assault and battery from the people that jumped me they were charged with 3 years and a 1000 dollar fine

I 24 m lost my high school sweetheart 25f 2 years back. we have been together ever since we were 16, I was the new kid in the school and was happy to go to the highschool, I wanted to go to as my most of my childhood friends has went it, I noticed a quiet girl in the corner of the room as I entered my classroom, she seemed quiet and kept to her self. Immediately I wanted to become friends with her as I had an outgoing personality, and didn’t like seeing people being alone, as time went on, I would approach her to make conversation and she responded to me but in a very shy way, she seemed happy to be talking with me as well, there were instances that we would catch each other looking, I felt very nervous around her because she seemed so cute. so I invited her to hang out with me one day in the winter, we were just hanging around on the winter, then soon after we added each other on social media, we stopped talking for a bit. I think life and school was happening but in the spring she asked me to hang out with her and I agreed to it, I went over to her house and picked her up. We were walking around my neighbourhood at the park , I met up with a few friends of mine and then we went to a house party. We ended up staying out all night together. I ended up asking her if we could be together, She happily agreed. Soon after we were inseparable, always together, laughing being each other’s best friends and high school sweet hearts. we went to the same college after highschool. I loved this girl with all my heart. After a few years we started to be toxic to each other, more so me. But no matter how much arguments and I would always apologize for my behaviour because it wasn’t right. We started to have an alcohol addiction which made us even more toxic. I knew that our relationship wasn’t okay with how life at the time was being worked out. She would often fly back to her hometown to spend time with family, I on the other hand would just stay home. Life became really difficult for the both of us to live during the pandemic, that’s when our relationship got worse. We would get mad at each other all the time, even being homeless for a period, had to move in with a friend because my parents couldn’t take us in. Our health was terrible from the constant drinking, and my friend introduced us to bad substances, so basically we were at rock bottom, and I hated living with every aspect of it but I didn’t know how to leave her or make our situation better. We were to codependent on each other that it was really unhealthy. But I couldn’t bear the thought of her being with someone else, and I think she felt the same way. I always thought we would get through everything together, no matter how bad and how terrible life was at the time, because at the end of the day, I loved her and she loved me. I always had hope that our future would be better, then it was starting to turn around after we got into the same program to help us out with our life style, but we messed it up due do alcohol. It was really bad but we tried to get through it. Then one summer we got evicted from our place, we ended up staying at our other friends place.our health was seriously declining. I started to go into psychosis and hearing things that weren’t there, she soon started to go into psychosis. I tried to get her into the hospital and begged her to stay there. But she wouldn’t listen. After that I had a panic attack and ran away because of the psychosis I was experiencing. I was walking around like I was homeless and scared. After a few days I snapped out of it then called my parents to tell them where I was and they picked me up right away because all I had on me was my clothes and no shoes. They took me in, and sat me down and informed me she passed away. I didn’t believe them right away because I thought she was safe and sound. I still wasn’t all there because of the lingering psychosis. But when it hit me I couldn’t stop crying and felt so defeated, Life felt so meaningless, I got a bunch of messages from her father saying I killed her, and that whenever he sees me he’s gonna rip my throat open. I showed the texts to my father and mother. They got the same texts but didn’t wanna tell me because of everything that has been happening. Her funeral happened, I kept crying at her casket, holding her cheek, saying how much I wish I could turn that day around. I felt like if I didn’t have a panic attack thinking the world was an evil place and seeing things, I would have still been by her side to protect her. but she was gone in front of my eyes and all I could do was kiss her one last time. Her parents got the full story of what happened to her and they thought I was responsible for what happened but no. It’s been 3 years since then, I’m in a better place. Mentally it still haunts me of what happened those few days. I love her so much, and I miss her dearly. She will always be in my heart. It sucks that everything reminds me of her, her laughter, her silliness, her kindness, her love. Her presence. I’ve been wanting to let this out for a while now. Thanks for reading.

A loud blast in gulfs the small life less camp, a bigger explosion hits the barn and a huge rock hits it's roof. Rushing to the scene five fire fighters in one truck, as Soon as they arrive three start to grab the hose and the last two prepare the water by turning the small wheel to run the water.The last turn and the rushing water comes flying out pushing the men back, they lift the hose aiming for the barn.Three hours later the fire has rested, the barn covered in black ash lays lifelessly on the ground in the black charred dirt, the men sift looking for victims. An hour later they hit and find something massive at first one thought it was a burnt up ash of a cow, but then they found a massive rock! The fore men cautiously take a look to find it was still very hot and still smoldering in the ground. The men call the police and anyone who could help them identify this unearthly rock.The police arrive with a few towns people who were professors at the nearby college, looking and studying the rock one professor came to conclude that it wasn't a rock, but a huge meteorite that made its way from space to earth. As soon as the professor told the people they decided to remove it, two hours later a crane arrived to pick up this massive meteorite the tow truck backed up and the man hoped out wrapping the old rusted chains around it giving it a tug to check the chains, he gets in the truck and presses the accelerator gently. Not bearing the meteorite suddenly becomes engulfed in flames once more, the people who were standing there are now apart of the black silted dirt that surrounds the rock, two of the firemen call for backup and drives away giving it room.The meteorite then moves forward towards the small pool of water near the barn, touching the water the meteorite suddenly explodes killing the remaining people surrounding, the helplessly bodies charred and smoldering lay as if they were two the barn.The meteorite then shifts into the earth turning into a smaller lengthy slithering object. Twenty minutes have past and the backup arrives, the firemen hop out looking at a field covered in ash and the charred bodies of their friends, the fire truck still on fire burns away into the deep smoke filled darkness of the night. Holding a small memorial a couple days later the town mourns the loss of it's fellow friends and fire fighters and the sons of the men as they are carried in
there small wooden caskets with a red white and blue flag with fifty stars.The wife's of the men weeped until their eyes were dry. Lowering into the ground the caskets moved slowly into the layered brown dirt, the fire men speak to the town leaving peaceful words. The next day the firemen are called to a small brushfire near the towns edge were the cemetery and the church are located, speeding down the dirt road they arrive to find that the fire has not yet reach any structures, rushing out they grab shovels and pix axes to dig trenches around the main structures, on doing so the fire grows bigger each second.The wind picked up carrying the flames towards the helpless men and the church, the pine trees surrounding the church suddenly catch fire as if they were fuel, the men trapped run into the church hoping for a miracle. Praying and sitting the men wait, wait for their last breath into the fire. The church now on fire starts to collapse with giant beams falling into the middle, one of the men is struck and killed instantly as the other men watch, crying the other men are inflamed and burning with their suit melting. Running the men fall laying on the ground charred and killed. The town now mourns the loss of more men and the loss of their church, standing near the water on the other side of town they let the caskets peacefully float and flow down the river bobbing down and up traveling towards the wooden bridge.The community now devastated does whatever possible to prevent more fires. Couple quiet and peaceful months later the wells dry up, people now only now have one source of water and it's the old shallow river, the river used for transportation has never been consumed of by humans.The townspeople do not like to drink from the river because they have seen the animals that have done so and died because of the contaminated water.Taking the water the towns people boil and make sure the water is crystal clear, floating down the Rivera small boat arrives with a black small tank to store the water for the people. Only having enough to last them for a couple weeks. Two weeks later three people have died of dehydration and worse the river has dried up.The townspeople call for help but no one responds. Curious the sheriff leaves to go out to the other town, reaching the end of the town crossing into the other county the sheriff is suddenly stopped by a gunshot to his tires, rushing from behind a small tree and foliage three camouflaged soldiers in uniform yell and tell the sheriff to stop.The sheriff walking out of the vehicle tells the soldiers
not to shoot and that he is the sheriff, uncaringly the soldiers then shoot him in the knee making flesh and bone fly off and exposing the muscle and bone that is now destroyed by the bullet, crying and laying on the ground the sheriff crawls toward the soldier asking why he shot him, the soldier then answers with his gun firing once more in the sheriffs skull splitting it and exposing the oozing brains that soak into the dry ground. Worried the townspeople wait for the sheriff to return with more water, they wait for three hours before sending a search party with two people, two young men in their early twenties load up into the truck, the men grabbed two guns one .308 lever action rifle and the other a 16 gauge shotgun, following the tire tracks of the sheriffs vehicle they finally come across his vehicle. Getting out of the truck the two men cautiously step out and walk up inspecting the vehicle, stepping into the blood soaked ground the men find two bullet casings marked m.i. USA NATO .223, recognizing the case one man says that this is a military weapon that this case was fired from the other man in disbelief agrees and searches more for more clues. Looking at the car one man sees that one bullet pierced the tires, but looks for the location of were the other one has hit.The blood that they stepped in is now almost soaked into the ground.The men look once more and them crawls back into the truck driving forward toward the car. Inching closely to the vehicle a loud boom and a shriek of a bullet comes piercing through the window into the passengers jaw splitting and tearing the flesh from his mouth.The lower jaw is now gone, teeth now litter the floor and on the dashboard with flesh and blood covering the seat.The passenger shrieking in pain cant speak, he mumbles and makes noises that is unrecognizable, the driver panicking ducks and slams the gas crashing into the vehicle, flying through the windshield the driver slams into the back of the car breaking the glass perching his flesh on his face.The driver then crawls into the vehicle hoping not to get shot, soldiers rush to the truck to find a moaning guy who half of his jaw is gone, they forcefully yank him and throw him to the dirt covered ground, his clothes covered in dust he now knows he is not gonna live very long. The sun is now setting on the small town of the twenty three people that is left, clouds start to build up and it now begins to rain, people rushing out of there homes grab any kind of device to catch the rain in, thirty minutes pass and It is now dark and a light drizzle still falls.The parents of the two sons wait till its eight the expected arrival time of the men. Eight comes very slowly with the parents waiting eagerly to meet there children once more. Eight thirty passes and no
signs of any vehicle or their children come.The parents now worried begin to panic and and wait a little more.While waiting the parents fall into a deep sleep not waking until ten the next morning.The chickens pecking at the ground begin to die slowly due to starvation, the ants slowly eat and surround the dead chickens in swarms.The townspeople now all awake begin to make plans to search for all of the people that are missing, the mayor of the town decides split into four, three people stay in town and five groups of four are made each taking a side of the town. Slowly walking away you can hear the voices of the people calling out the names of the loss. Footsteps cover the ground following the tire tracks, each person inspecting every part of the surroundings as much as possible.Thirty minutes later they get a glimpse of a smoke cloud up ahead, smelling burning rubber the black thick smoke surrounds the group, covering up their noses and mouth they search both vehicles. One person yells out to the others that he found one man on the ground burnt to a crisp smoldering. Dragging the body the flesh melts into the persons hand burning and stinging his flesh, unable to drag the body anymore the group panics and runs toward the town, running through the thick dead grass and bushes a small beeping noise alerts the group, the leader suddenly is instantly vaporized into a cloud of flesh and blood, realizing that they have ran into a minefield.The people seeing the aftermath of the mines begin to freak out and spread. Returning to the small town the four groups meet back up to discuss what they have found.They begin to count to make sure all twenty three are there, but they see four are still gone, waiting they here yelling from afar. Hearing the yelling all of the groups run out too see what the noise is.A dust covered man runs out of the dead dry grass towards the group, once reaching the group the man falls to his knees and cries and mumbles. Curious of why he is crying the people start to question him. Two days later three more people have died of starvation, the town not knowing what to do decides to dig and find water.The mayor calls for a meeting at the center of the town, all of the townspeople gather and listen to the mayor.The mayor speaks about digging and where they should dig, after the long pointless speech the townspeople gather digging supplies such as shovels pix axes and more, traveling to the location the people begin to chomp away at the rock hard sandy dirt.
Five hours later a man in his early thirties hits a hard piece of metal of some sort, curious they begin to dig around it. Reaching one side they decide to leave it a dig around it, but one man curious still wants to dig it out. It was now dark and no water has been found, without the water no one will be able to work any longer, but one man still out working is still trying to dig up the huge metal round rock. Giving up he shoots his anger towards the rock hitting it as hard as he could with the pic axe, as soon as he hit it the third time the rock began to move, freaking out the man began to run but was struck by a piece of limestone going through his abdomen killing him.The rock is now gone a afar where no one will reach it again. The next morning the townspeople awoke to find the body of the man and also the weapon, the limestone was small and rectangular in shape. Inspecting the body one man believes it was one of the townspeople that killed him, another man also agrees and begins to investigate. Rushing towards a small house outside of town the two men slam open the door and barge in, the man laying in his bed is grabbed and beaten, the man questions the men, the men answer by telling him that he is a murderer, puzzled the man tells them that he is not, but sure they take him out to the center of the town. Coming out of their homes the townspeople are surprised and also believe that he is the murderer. Five men and one woman look for anything they can burn, finding sticks and logs they begin to stack them into a bed, the bed now made is the final resting place for the accused murderer. Walking towards the bed the murderer begins to cry and shout out, but no one cares, once laying on the bed the man is bound by his hands by a small rope. Struggling on the bed another man lights a torch and throws it under the bed, catching on fire the wood slowly burns, the man now covered in flames is heard from far away yelling and crying with screams of pain. Smoke covers the town and the smell of burning flesh smothers the noses of the people around.Two hours later the bed is now completely burned down, all that is left is a small pile of ash and a burnt bones of the man. Digging a hole the townspeople push the ash in and bury him to be lost forever. With now fourteen people left in the town the mayor gives up, he waits in his small dirty house alone for any hope.Two days past and no signs until one man is seen digging in the dried up river, the mayor catching a glimpse of him steps outside to get a better view, stepping out side the mayor stands watching from
afar.Twenty minutes pass and the man begins to yell, the mayor hearing and seeing him rushes towards him as fast as possible. Getting closer the mayor can see a small pool of water beneath the mans feet, in joy the mayor calls the townspeople telling them to dig again. Only three people show up by the river telling the mayor that the others are to tired and need water to work, grabbing the shovels the people begin to dig, the mayor runs to his house and grabs buckets to fill. One hour has past and the mayor now has five buckets of water, preparing the fire to boil the water a small woman stands waiting for the fire to spark off, the fire finally catches and is burning furiously, grabbing the water she begins to boil one bucket at a time. People now begin to show up waiting for there chance to finally taste some liquid.

I purchased a $20 Pleasant Company Bitty Baby with silver eye, I felt so bad for her that I had to take her home! I know that Mattel offers replacement for free on silver eye because it's considered a manufacturer's defect. However I wasn't sure if it was still possible to request the old style of eyes with the soft eyelashes for a blue-eyed Bitty Baby.

Hi,
Im almost ready to upgrade my phone. Currently i have the Samsung note 20 ultra its been one of the best camera phones ive had.
Though recently had updates with AI integration and what not, Im really not happy how everything is moving towards AI, for example i tried taking a photo of a water fall and the AI thought it was snake skin and kinda ruined it, like why not just take the picture for what it is?
Got my eye on the Samsung S24 ultra as its got the pen similar to the note etc.
Anyone have any input id appreciate it, im looking for great quality and hardly any image adjust by AI.
Thanks

I've recently gone back to work from Mat leave and one of the high rank TLs asked me to remind him of my son's name, he tried guessing a Spanish sounding name (as we both are), but we actually gave him a nordic name that's spelled the same in many languages, including Spanish.
So a lot of people have reacted with a surprised sound but this one actually told oh that's a really unusual name, the name we gave him is not rare, think of something like Magnus (not his real name, but that one was on the mix and very cool), so I asked him point blank, oh why do you think it's so unusual. and he was visibly uncomfortable and said oh I didn't think someone with your names would have a baby with an english name, and I said it's actually nordic, but I didn't think there was a restriction.
so, there was a bit of an awkward silence and now I think he can't look me in the eye.
Should I have gone with my usual answer of, we really liked this name and leave it like that?

“Don’t assume my life has always been lollipops and rainbows, young man. Like most people, I’ve had my share of problems and difficulties. I have experienced frustrations, money troubles, issues with finding and keeping a romantic relationship, health scares, etc. I’m like everyone else in that regard. It may seem as if I don’t have a care in the world, but it hasn’t always been that way for me. The sweet ‘gumdrops’ of life came much later. My pivotal moment came when I met ‘the broker’. That changed everything. After my appointment with him, all my troubles melted away. I negotiated an amazing deal on that fateful day.”
“The ‘broker’?”; his captive audience-of-one, stammered.
The young man was perplexed and intrigued by the odd segue. It held the promise of offering an interesting story and fulfillment of the developing narrative. The curious lad prodded the conversation along by dutifully asking for an explanation of the curious term. Without further interruption or delay, the senior gentleman picked back up in his unveiling story of contentment.
Their unspoken understanding was confirmed. With his appropriate response, the question facilitated the means for the story to move forward. It was the equivalent of two people playing ‘catch’. The back and forth ‘give-and-take’ had been handled judiciously, and with nuance.
“Many, many years ago I had a similar conversation with an older gentleman who was about the same age that I am, now. He didn’t seem to carry the weight of hardship on his shoulders and I was fascinated by his enviable sense of calm. I was about your age; and I suspect, had similar troubles to those you have. After appealing to him for his secret, he told me about ‘the broker’. it’s about time I passed that torch to you. It’s selfish of me to keep such knowledge to myself.”
The young man smiled. He sensed an entertaining reveal around the corner.
“There’s an enchanted, magical being of unknown origin; collectively known as ‘the broker’. At least that’s what I was told, years ago.”
The old man had a twinkle in his eyes as he spoon-fed the strange details to his curious protege.
“The broker’ collects personal dreams, the same way others might desire to own a classic car, or rare coins. He is drawn to interesting and unique experiences. I can’t begin to explain to you why he collects such odd things. Regardless, you’ll only have one opportunity to meet him. If he is intrigued by your entry, he will offer you a deal for the rights to ‘own’ it. Heed my advice. Be fully prepared when that happens and don’t squander away your only chance. Wait to summon him when you have an exceptional item to offer, and know exactly what you want in return for it.”
The young man could hardly believe his ears. It seemed like an intricate setup to trick a gullible rube, but the older gentleman appeared to be dead serious about the surreal details he’d divulged so far. Despite suspecting it was a masterful joke at his expense, he dared to ask follow-up questions.
“How do I summon this ‘broker of interesting dreams’, when the right time arises? I don’t remember my dreams very often, nor are many of them exceptional in any measurable way. Of the few I do remember, most of those are sinister nightmares. If I do experience something that is vivid, positive, and highly interesting, I want to be ready to share it with the dream broker.”
“That’s both wise and very prudent, young man. I feel like you grasp the gravity of my advice, but you’ve taken the parameters too literally. It doesn’t have to be an actual dreamscape you experienced while asleep. It can also be about your hopes and aspirations for the future, you see? The only thing worse than not having a valuable item to barter with in the deal; is having the perfect one to present, but not having an audience with him. That’s a missed opportunity of a lifetime, for certain.”
The young man nodded in agreement. He was highly pleased and proud his personal advisor recognized his understanding of the seriousness of the matter. He waited as patiently as he could for the answer.
“When your time arives, you’ll know. It will soon become crystal clear. There will be no doubt you’ve secured the ultimate deal. Don’t waste time by asking for silly, impractical things like ‘eternal life’ or ‘vast riches beyond compare’. A dream broker isn’t the almighty, of a magical genie. His powers to grant you wishes aren’t limitless, and his pocketbook isn’t bottomless. If he is intrigued by the dream you share, he’ll initially offer you a pittance for it. He’s a shrewd businessman who has negotiated countless deals. Resist the urge to accept any ‘lowball’ offers. Be ready with reasonable expectations, and stand firm on your demands. Good luck young man. May you broker an amazing deal which brings you a lifetime of well-being and happiness.”
The old man winked and turned to walk away.
“But wait Sir! You didn’t tell me how to contact the broker of dreams, when I’m ready to strike my deal.”
He turned back around to face the curious youth. “Oh, you are ready! I already know what you desire, young man. I can see it in your humble eyes. I’ve heard the same requests a million times from others but that doesn’t detract from its validity or precious value. All reasonable dreams for the future are basically the same, and a delight for me to fulfill. You see, when I had my own special meeting, I asked to become a broker of dreams, myself. Happiness, and good health is a wise choice, my boy. I’ve already granted them for you.”

I used to actually enjoy this job at least in the slightest but the past 2-3 years the work environment has been on a constant decline. I can’t be the only person who’s absolutely slammed on a Saturday/Sunday and so tired of having no fkn help. Like how cheap are these corporate fucks, that they can’t pay a part timer to at least work 5 hours on a Saturday anymore. Just ridiculous in my eyes. Especially on top of all the dumbass changes they make, pro+ for example is a waste but they believed it would be the best thing ever.

I just want to talk about what I love about Vega's character, why I think he is a perfect reflection to Rimuru and the role of a main character overall and why I think the theory of him being Ivarage should happen. Most of this post is the copy of a comment I wrote like a month ago, but I decided to create a post about it, let's see how many people can get to the end?😂

There is no use talking about ideals when you don’t have power, and won’t you feel empty to only have power but no ideal?

This is a quote from Rimuru. He said this during the Human-Monster meeting in volume 6. This will be important later.
The first thing why I think Vega is a really good reflection of not just Rimuru but any main character actually, is the reason we hate him. He is a cockroach who can be defeated, sometimes with ease, but it's hard to kill him for some reason. Like a main character. Just think about it: how frustrating it must've been for Voldemort that he couldn't kill a literal kid! This is the same feeling we get with Vega.
Strongly connected to this is that his and Rimuru's power and growth is very similar in a lot of aspects. Basically he eats and becomes stronger. He escapes from death's door and comes back stronger than ever, just like Rimuru, for example in the eyes of Hinata.
Ok, so far we made it clear that Vega is like an evil Rimuru, with a main character's plot armor, fitting his main character-ish character. But what makes him perfect? Well, this is where the Vega=Ivarage theory comes in. Remember the quote? Then:
Ivarage is described as an absolute beast, strong as a True Dragon. But what will be his role in the story? A mid-boss. This absurdly strong opponent will be nothing more than an appetizer before defeating Feldway, or this would be the logical way at least. And this is where the quote comes in:

There is no use talking about ideals when you don’t have power, and won’t you feel empty to only have power but no ideal?

One meaning of this is the correct way to use power, using it to support ideals. But there could be another meaning of this, no? This other meaning is, that you can't possess true power without ideals. No matter how much power you have, if you don't use it properly, you can't reach true hights. And so Rimuru uses his power to create a better world. Even Feldway has an ideal, even if it is to punish the world for a sin that was committed by past residents of the world, but it's still an ideal.
And what about Vega? He wants to be the strongest. He wants to be powerful so there would be noone stronger than him. He has no ideals, that's why, even when he becomes a beast that even True Dragon level people are cautious about, he can never be on the same level as the main character, he can never become the main antagonist, he will always be only a mid-boss, no matter how strong he is.
This is what Vega represents in my eye. The literal antithesis of Rimuru, who, because he IS the literal antithesis of Rimuru, will never be able to hold a candle against him.

I think Heart needs to increase the engagement - in the eyes of those na di maalam sa social media, they'd think na mas okay yung performance ng isa due to the engagement. Even if superficial lang ang likes etc, it is still important. Missy's smm needs to fix that, also tayong followers nya can help by saving, sharin, commenting and liking her posts po. Basta wag lang spam para di ma-apektuhan yubg algorithm ng page nya. Do not comment emojis, comment authentically. Wag nyo na ding i-report yung spam comments cause it will affect her engagement. Heart's team can jus block and remove that comment.

“Don’t assume my life has always been lollipops and rainbows, young man. Like most people, I’ve had my share of problems and difficulties. I have experienced frustrations, money troubles, issues with finding and keeping a romantic relationship, health scares, etc. I’m like everyone else in that regard. It may seem as if I don’t have a care in the world, but it hasn’t always been that way for me. The sweet ‘gumdrops’ of life came much later. My pivotal moment came when I met ‘the broker’. That changed everything. After my appointment with him, all my troubles melted away. I negotiated an amazing deal on that fateful day.”
“The ‘broker’?”; his captive audience-of-one, stammered.
The young man was perplexed and intrigued by the odd segue. It held the promise of offering an interesting story and fulfillment of the developing narrative. The curious lad prodded the conversation along by dutifully asking for an explanation of the curious term. Without further interruption or delay, the senior gentleman picked back up in his unveiling story of contentment.
Their unspoken understanding was confirmed. With his appropriate response, the question facilitated the means for the story to move forward. It was the equivalent of two people playing ‘catch’. The back and forth ‘give-and-take’ had been handled judiciously, and with nuance.
“Many, many years ago I had a similar conversation with an older gentleman who was about the same age that I am, now. He didn’t seem to carry the weight of hardship on his shoulders and I was fascinated by his enviable sense of calm. I was about your age; and I suspect, had similar troubles to those you have. After appealing to him for his secret, he told me about ‘the broker’. it’s about time I passed that torch to you. It’s selfish of me to keep such knowledge to myself.”
The young man smiled. He sensed an entertaining reveal around the corner.
“There’s an enchanted, magical being of unknown origin; collectively known as ‘the broker’. At least that’s what I was told, years ago.”
The old man had a twinkle in his eyes as he spoon-fed the strange details to his curious protege.
“The broker’ collects personal dreams, the same way others might desire to own a classic car, or rare coins. He is drawn to interesting and unique experiences. I can’t begin to explain to you why he collects such odd things. Regardless, you’ll only have one opportunity to meet him. If he is intrigued by your entry, he will offer you a deal for the rights to ‘own’ it. Heed my advice. Be fully prepared when that happens and don’t squander away your only chance. Wait to summon him when you have an exceptional item to offer, and know exactly what you want in return for it.”
The young man could hardly believe his ears. It seemed like an intricate setup to trick a gullible rube, but the older gentleman appeared to be dead serious about the surreal details he’d divulged so far. Despite suspecting it was a masterful joke at his expense, he dared to ask follow-up questions.
“How do I summon this ‘broker of interesting dreams’, when the right time arises? I don’t remember my dreams very often, nor are many of them exceptional in any measurable way. Of the few I do remember, most of those are sinister nightmares. If I do experience something that is vivid, positive, and highly interesting, I want to be ready to share it with the dream broker.”
“That’s both wise and very prudent, young man. I feel like you grasp the gravity of my advice, but you’ve taken the parameters too literally. It doesn’t have to be an actual dreamscape you experienced while asleep. It can also be about your hopes and aspirations for the future, you see? The only thing worse than not having a valuable item to barter with in the deal; is having the perfect one to present, but not having an audience with him. That’s a missed opportunity of a lifetime, for certain.”
The young man nodded in agreement. He was highly pleased and proud his personal advisor recognized his understanding of the seriousness of the matter. He waited as patiently as he could for the answer.
“When your time arives, you’ll know. It will soon become crystal clear. There will be no doubt you’ve secured the ultimate deal. Don’t waste time by asking for silly, impractical things like ‘eternal life’ or ‘vast riches beyond compare’. A dream broker isn’t the almighty, of a magical genie. His powers to grant you wishes aren’t limitless, and his pocketbook isn’t bottomless. If he is intrigued by the dream you share, he’ll initially offer you a pittance for it. He’s a shrewd businessman who has negotiated countless deals. Resist the urge to accept any ‘lowball’ offers. Be ready with reasonable expectations, and stand firm on your demands. Good luck young man. May you broker an amazing deal which brings you a lifetime of well-being and happiness.”
The old man winked and turned to walk away.
“But wait Sir! You didn’t tell me how to contact the broker of dreams, when I’m ready to strike my deal.”
He turned back around to face the curious youth. “Oh, you are ready! I already know what you desire, young man. I can see it in your humble eyes. I’ve heard the same requests a million times from others but that doesn’t detract from its validity or precious value. All reasonable dreams for the future are basically the same, and a delight for me to fulfill. You see, when I had my own special meeting, I asked to become a broker of dreams, myself. Happiness, and good health is a wise choice, my boy. I’ve already granted them for you.”

So, as the title says, I'm looking for an open minded girl to chat and play with a bit. Age, looks and relationship status don't matter. I'm extremely open minded, and open to anything and everything. I'm Caucasian, 6' (181cm), average body, black hair, brown eyes. So, if this sounds good to you and you, chat/dm me and lets do this! :)
18+ only

I have three siblings, one passed away which makes me the oldest daughter. My parents have always been an awful match but my mother doesn't want us to grow up without a father so she keeps him around us(My two siblings and I). The issue is that my father has anger issues and he always has. I recall watching a scene from a Hulk movie where his parents always argued and one day one of them killed the other. I'd always imagined this happening with my parents too. My dad abused my mother during her first pregnancy and continued these abusive tendencies throughout my life. Most of the things I remember are faint but throughout my childhood things were broken, the police were called, restraining orders were filed and birthdays were ruined. My father is an unstable person all around and I didn't realize this for a while because he worked out of town so whenever we saw him, he acted like Disneyland-dad.
I have always been insecure and during puberty I hated myself because I hated the way my body had been changing. There was one instance when I'd begun wearing bras and my mother bought me a new shirt. I liked the shirt but when I put it on my dad made a comment. My mother is dumb and this comment was very clearly about the way my chest had grown. He had said 'That shirt really makes your...eyes stand out.' It sounds more predatory now that I write it out. Little comments like these fueled my insecurity and made me begin to punch myself in the head. It was the only way I could think of taking my anger out. I didn't want to be like my dad and hurt other people, so I took it out on myself. I was around 8 years old then.
By the time I was in 6th grade, I barely felt like I belonged and I was figuring things out. Independence was something I wanted. This year, covid had hit and so we were locked inside. My father did not live with us due to a restraining order. My younger brother is my father's favorite child therefore this turned him into even more of an asshole. He became angry and emotional but then he began to be kinder and he stopped caring about the fact that he was gone. Life was honestly not bad. I believe we occasionally saw him and everything was fine.
Then he moved in with us again. He took over the living room as his own personal office which led me to sit in my bed all day. I wish I enjoyed being around him but I don't. I dislike being in my bed all day but I do and as my mother puts it I 'marinate' in my bed.
I speak very little of my mother but she also has some negativity about her. My mother refuses to put me on any sort of medication or to let me talk to a counselor because she doesn't want me to be taken away. The problem I see with this is if she thinks I'd get taken away, what Is stopping her from taking me and my siblings out of this situation.
She makes a lot of comments that fuel my insecurity. She is blunt and honest which is a good quality, sometimes.
Now, the whole point of this post isn't to go into my past, it is to talk about my future. I don't see one and I haven't for a while. My parents hold me and only me to high standards. My father even stated himself that the reason why he puts so much pressure on me and not my siblings is because he doesn't think they are capable.
I am a sophomore in high school. I have played soccer my whole life and it is something I've loved but I noticed that it has caused me to struggle in school. I don't want to go to community college but at this rate, I think that's the only thing I will be able to get into. I've been injured many, many times from sports and my parents haven't believed me the majority of the time. My father screamed at me over the summer when I told him I couldn't run because my shins were killing me. I even told him about how I'd been cutting myself and he told me he knew and that I had to still do the running. I just couldn't. Turns out they were fractured. Anywho. I have been doing well in school now that I am out of sports. I am passing all my classes with A's and B's and I think one C. I am proud of myself but this is not good enough. I am honest with my parents about these things but my father lectured me for an hour about how all I do is sit in my room.
I am on my way to junior year and I want to stop playing soccer. This has been a fear of mine for a very long time because It is my source of exercise and eating is a big struggle. So at this point in my life, I have an unbalanced and unhealthy eating style, I am depressed, I have anxiety and suicidal ideation. I don't believe that mental illness is the only reason why my life is the way that it is. I can't blame everything on that but It's sometimes hard not to. Anyways. I would like to get a job my junior year. At my school, junior year is the hardest year due to the advanced program that I am in. I fear I will fail. I already have to retake one or two classes in order to graduate but I can't retake a whole year. The fact that I want to quit soccer angers my parents. They believe I can do it all. I play for the JV soccer team and I basically have no summer because of soccer. The head coach is training us all as varsity players therefore I basically have no life. I want to get a job and I want to graduate college. I don't want to play soccer to only be on varsity my senior year. It would be a waste of my high school life. I don't want to spend it all being sad the whole time. I want to try and get a job to help with my anxiety and also to make money. I want a lot of things but my parents approval is what is stopping me. I was recently reported for suicidal ideation and once my parents found out I was yelled at.
I can't keep doing this. With soccer I see no future. I am not bad, I just don't feel passionate for it anymore. It is too time consuming.
I just want someone to let me know if what I want is irrational. I need someone who isn't biased to help me because I know my parents won't. I don't think I will win against them but I just want to know if anyone has comments about their experience in high school sports and managing school work.
Thank you.

I come to realize how much stress things put on me. I am overwhelmed by just how much stuff I have. Getting it out of my immediate eye line, and out of the house, is going ok!
It's the other stuff... the things sitting on shelves, in the back of drawers, bottoms of closets... All those out of sight places.
Yet when get in there to takle the stuff... I find myself thinking about how I have the space and getting rid of the things, takes effort. Where leaving the things is less effort. And then there is the ever present "it might be useful" or "I've had it this long..." thoughts that lead me to just keeping it. Even when I know I haven't wanted it/use it/thought of it in months or years...
What are your tips and tricks to get the out of sight things, out of the house?