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I don’t know where to start with this. There is so much and I’m pretty sure this is above reddits paygrade. I just don’t know where to turn too. I (38f) have been with my fiancé’ (38m) for almost 4 years now. I love him but I think I want out of the relationship. I can’t imagine being with someone else but I also cant imagine doing this for my entire life. There is so much to go over but I’m pretty sure at the end of this I am a huge double triple huge asshole for how I feel. I won’t make excuses. All I’ll say is that this has been happening long before we got to here. There is a lot of context but the first thing I guess I should address is that we both have chronic health issues. His is much more life threatening if not maintained but for the most part is healthy. He rarely gets sick but when he does it’s pretty bad. He has a rare form of anemia that is only treatable by lifelong steroid use or bone marrow transplant. I always keep up with his health and his hemoglobin levels are good but I don’t schedule his apps or attend all visits. He does all that. About a year and a half ago transplant talk was put on the table and he was vehemently against it. But after about a year he realized there wasn’t a choice his meds aren’t working anymore. I’ve always asked if hes in pain or struggling he makes it very clear he is fine and that he would tell me if he wasn’t. I am super aware of when things look off, or if he looks really pale. I always ask questions and when I do go to the doctors apps I pay attention.
I have an autoimmune disorder. It varies from being annoying as fucking hell to down right painful and I can’t walk. He has been less than sympathetic to just down right making fun of me. He’s told me I need to live in a bubble to you’re always sick, to what doesn’t hurt on you. Not much dude. Not much. To be clear I don’t whine, I don’t miss work unless is unavoidable, I went to work with Flu A, B and covid before I almost out right couldn’t set up. I’ve had full blown asthma attack on the bed and in-between breathes asked for him to get the nebulizer because I didn’t have a rescue inhaler anymore. My daughters cat laid on me because I was so sick and doing the treatment and while most cats love me, I’m not this cats favorite but even he was like mom needs me. He looked annoyed and thought I was being dramatic. It wasn’t until the doctor told me I was super mega sick that he relented. Im on immunosuppressants and I have two small school age kids who are walking petri dishes, I catch a lot. Its not for a lack of trying no too. One of the biggest I have a bad tendency to get yeast infections, its chronic and not entirely unavoidable. Sex is a huge factor in this and it’s a snow ball effect, it starts with a yeast infection that blooms in to a full on UTI then my lichen Sclerosis flares, and lots and lots of sex exacerbates these issues. He likes to bring up the first year we were together that we had a lot of sex but we didn’t live together and had to many days apart. I spent 100s of dollars on yeast meds and suppositories. I still ended up in urgent care for a UTI that caused a fever so high they were convinced I was septic. I wasn’t but I felt super awful. When we moved in together the sex things seem to bother him more. He had issues with all the things wrong and I tried to explain and give him things to read but it seemed to fall on deaf ears. We fought about it constantly. We had full blown arguments over sweatpants and sexy clothing. To when he actually told me unless I wore sexy panties sex didn’t matter to him. He apologizes after but I know that he meant what he said. I’ve never lied to him about any thing, I’m not an overly sexual person and not usually open about being attracted to someone but I have tried to meet him halfway. I knew my illness was causing a lot of problems so I tried so hard to be better. I had gained a lot of weight from steroid use so I went and got help to loose the weight, Ive lost like almost 80lbs. Ive gotten down to only one suppressant medication. But the skin issues still linger. I was told there wasn’t much I could do about it. I’ve gone to the doctor multiple times just for this issue. I’ve tried supplements and boric acid suppositories. Its helped but not enough to really notice. We just had to make changes to the way we have sex, we are still having it 2-3 times a week but we have to have days in-between and we have to minimize sperm contacting my skin. I was also diagnosed with seminal plasma hypersensitivity which is common with my skin disorders and it is an allergic reaction. But I have to put a huge wall up for spontaneous sex which is a huge bummer and he is 100% reliant on me being the one that’s spontaneous. Which he doesn’t think is fair. I understand all that but I’ve explained if sex hurt him or caused the issues I’ve had you’d understand why I have to do it this way. There have been times where I’ve had issues and had to abstain for sex or a week but It’s never been much longer than that and he’s constantly asking if its better or if we can do it. He rushes care and a lot of times I’m reinfected or I just never went away cause its never had time to heal. The only time he doesn’t press as bad is when I’m on my period and even then he makes comments about putting a towel down. He talks about sex constantly, asks for blow jobs when I can’t and insists on trying to lick me when I’m not in the mood. When someone has a yeast infection they aren’t thinking about anything going anywhere near this vag, they are uncomfortable and wished they could rip it off and throw it away. I have counted how many times hes brought up having sex in an hour and the most he’s done it is 23 times the least is 8. He can’t have a conversation with me without bringing it up. I could be talking about something completely different and he’ll go we doing it today? Completely off topic. ITs so much worse now that hes going to have to have transplant and has to go at the very least 30days with out sex. The first questions he asked whenever this was happening had nothing to do with will I live it’s been when can I have sex? He’s willing to risk my health and his health for it. I just can’t anymore. His main concern this entire time is don’t find someone else and don’t fuck anyone else. Not I love you and all of our kids, its’ been just about this and that he’s going to be ugly after the transplant. To which I could give a fuck about. I want to be clear I love him, I love having sex with him but this is just really hard to deal with. I’ve tried talking to him Ive tried expressing that this isn’t normal. He gets super defensive that why are you in a relationship for if you aren’t going to touch them and the entitlement to just grab at me has more than once sent me on edge. I’ve tried to explain it just devolves into fight where he just shuts down and says I just won’t fucking touch you period. Then spins it as I’m the one making a big deal. Its just sex.
These aren’t the only issues, we both have children from previous relationships my kids are much younger and hes jealous of the attention they get, hes so worried about me and him he doesn’t even pay attention to his own kids who are now teenagers. During this whole transplant talk hes made comments that he can’t wait to be alone and have a break from work and no kids around. His kids have heard him. All 4 are taking this super hard, he doesn’t care, he just says my kids are clingy and can’t do anything on their own. My kids are 7 and 5. I can go into more details but this would be so effing long if I did. And to be clear about this he has had these behaviors probably for the past 2 years way before we had the transplant conversations.
I know that I’m supposed to be one of his carers after the transplant. His mom will be primary as I am the main caregiver of my bio children and he will be located about 3 hours away. We were gone to testing this week and things were pretty fun we played and best friend game and for once no topics of sex came up. And it was like I got a glimpse of the person I fell in love with. But the next day it was right back to talking about sex every time he looked at me. When were seeing doctors, I had to excuse myself at one point because I realized if the roles were reversed he wouldn’t do this for me. If I lost any part of my beauty or ability to have sex this would be over. IT was so sobering and I was devastated. I tried talking to him when we got home and it caused a fight that we are still currently in. He says I’m not interested in sex every and he doesn’t try anymore cause Im never in the mood. Ive explained that constantly talking about it ruins it. Ive showed him time and time again if you just stop you get more from me. He doesn’t care. I don’t want to be his carer anymore. And I know that makes me a horrible person. Please excuse typos I am on voice text.

well im from malaysia and this incident happened to me in 2022 when i was 18. my high school was situated on a quite steep area and is like a hillside technically. so near my school around like 500m meters away, there was this huge mansion abandoned. it was built around the 1980s and have been abandoned since almost forever. so uk we were in our final year of high school and we were all depressive as well so we decided to urban explore the mansion cuz we were dumb ig?
so we went there as a group of 8, and we went there around 2pm after our classes ended. and we went in the mansion, and we decided to explore each and every corner possible and we found some weird logos around the house, abandoned papers and martial arts brochure. one deal we all agreed on when we went into the mansion was to not curse, not call each others name and be respectful and so we were. alright fast forward we went there with 2 bikes we jus took turns going back and forth to the school.
so this where the things started goin bad for us. a few weeks after we went there. all 8 of us got into problems which is in this three categories, (financal, death and relationship wise) so three ppl from the 8 which is me and my two friends got into really bad motorbike accidents which was the same bikes that we used to go to the mansion. our families had very bad financal issues and family problems as well and three of us had a breakup from our relationship of almos 2-3 years. other three had financal issues as well as one of my friends family almost went bankrupt. only two other had no effects or anything happening to them.
initially we didnt realise all this happening to us cuz it was all pretty personal issues right till one day we all had a meetup and we were talking bout this place and the puzzles started to connect. many of our friends also went there in different times and 3 of theirs parents had passed away in the spam of few months and one of them being the one following our group. my other two friends went there at night drunk and they say a figure of a woman frm the mansion so they took a picture and ran. the following week, both their mom got pretty critical health issues.
so believe it or not, around 20 of my friends who went there in like different times and shit got effected in the three categories i said earlier which is financal, death or relationships. idk it could all be a mere coincidence but to us, we felt like it all from that mansion as it all happened in months jus after visiting the mansion.
yall can look the place up in google, its called the SG House and read bout it. so tas bout my story guys tq and dont mind if theres grammar mistake and shit.👍

Now I have to explain this well my mom is an older sister of seven siblings with two of them being older than her . Well one of them has died as he did suicide so when my mom was like 17 she was very rich and beautiful and her family being conservative it was a kind of strict household related to fashion but other than that she was the only one studying at a prestigious school at the time so you get the idea but then my father who was extremely poor at the time and lived in Kashmir with a house of only one room for 12 people and mind you my father was also the oldest sibling so he started earning at a very young age came to the city Punjab I won't specify where to work he being a distant relative was given work at my grandpa's factory (mother's side) so my father was a really hard working man and he tried to learn everything quickly so that he could provide for his family in a better way . Then he saw my mother and always wanted to marry her (oh my god there are so many details i am missing but if you want I would explain it further just let me know) , so fast forward my father asked for my mother's hand from my grandma and promised her that he would keep her happy . My grandma was very ill at the time and my mother's sister in law was very toxic and my grandpa always favoured her instead of her own daughter as he didn't want to be a typical father in law and wanted to make her feel like a daughter so my grandma in order to protect my mother gave her hand to my father even when he had a hand disabled and with no money or background matching their own my father promised her that he would not make my mother live in the mountains and would take her out of country when he has a chance to (again many details are missing as to what abuse my father had to handle individually from when he was born) so then my mother got married to my father and then as my father didn't have any money my mother had to live for a short period of time in the poverty, dirt of Kashmir I remind you my mother is a city girl and is brought up like a flower so she has to endure and live at a place where 12 people live, eat and sleep in one room and if they have to pee they have to go in the farmlands with a jug in hand and don't even talk about the hygiene and food and she is put through it for one year after that my father went out of the country and my grandma died and this is where it all went down my mother was only told to endure all of this for just a little period of time so when my grandma died my father started to make my mother stay there with his sisters and brothers and mind you all of them being extremely abusive and manipulative. My grandma from father's side used to make my mother look like a bad guy Infront of my father and my mother being naive did not realize anything but when it is too late to mend . So back to the story my mother came back to my grandparents house in the city that is when she had my older sister my father used to send money to my mother for personal stuff but she would live at my grandparents house where all four of her sister in-laws lived and all of them were like snakes so they did many things to make my mother a bad guy and mentally abused her (if you want details I will give it to you this too long so I have to cut out so many major incidents) so at this point my mother has no hope left as her brothers and father's won't listen to her and her in laws were also the same so she was mentally abused so she tried to lay low and would beat my sister up and scold her even if she took a random piece of biscuit because again he sister in laws also had children and all of them would make a big scene out of it she couldn't even provide the things that she bought from my father'soney as it would cause a scene while they did absolutely everything to make my older sister suffer through anxiety the signs of this depression can be seen in my older sister . She was not allowed to act like a child when she was a literal 3 or 4 years child so after spending almost 4 years in this hell hole my mother insisted my father to at least send her more money so that she can rent a house so my father was still not doing well with money so he asked for some money from my grandpa as a loan and took my mother out of country with him but no no no life did not get better turns out my father barely would take enough money from his income for his own survival and used to send the rest back home as he had 12 tummies to fill ( between my second sister had also been born by this time and my father did not see her face since she was born till she was like 2 and my oldest sis being 4 when he came back to take my mother out of country) after this my mother again spent 6 years In extreme poverty and my mother's visa was also not legal at this point plus my older siblings studies were being affected for which my mother cared deeply about between my father's financial Condition had become somewhat stable in these six years and also there was extreme pressure for having a son from my mother's in laws since my parents had two girls already my mother had several miscarriages after my second sibling birth and soon after the birth of my second sibling my father became diabetic and after a year my mother became diabetic the reason of my mother's miscarriages plus the trauma after those 6 years I was born and it was again a miracle but unfortunately I was a girl but it did not affect my father at the time or maybe he pretended to (I was a very chubby baby as the nurses also called me big baby ) so back to story my mother returned back to the country for the reasons I mentioned above .she did not want to return back to the hell hole so she sold her gold jewelry to buy a plot near my grandparents house as it was on sale and then my father gradually build a magnificent house and by now my father's work escalated he became rich he brought up his 10 siblings settled them even build a big house for them to live in and married them off as well but they are lychees just sucking my father for money as i knew how they badmouthwd my Mom and us and I knew all of them even there children did not respect us or my father and they all just care for his money but my mother was ok with all of it as lomg as we lived in peace but life does not go as planned my mother and father would always get into fights and he even slapped her , there was no peace even on family function as the so called family always was the reason of the conflict . My mother's sister in law also ganged up on my mother with my mother's in laws and tried everything to destroy the relationship between my mother and father . but other than these conflicts my mother was still hanging in there and was willing to endure this for the sake of her children . Then when I was like 11 years old my mother had a heartattack and another tragedy and pain was added to the list of her painful life. After this my sister oldest sister was blasted with more responsibilities she was the one cooking washing our clothes sending usl to school and all while managing her university studies coming back home at 6 pm and doing everything.All of this but still the ship of life was cruising but then when I was 13 we got to know on one fateful night that my father had married another woman one week before we got to know so my mother packed he things up and went to her in laws to tell them about this betrayal of my father after spending 25 years of their life together and being with him through thick and thin this is what he did to her she went there with the hopes of making them question him my naive mother after all of those experiences of living hell still had hope in them . The night we got to know about it my father ran away in the hopes of coming back when the fire would cool down the next day my I'll mother spent an entire day while traveling with her sister(by the way my mother has two sisters who were too young at the time my mother married and there life has been even worse than this if you want to know let me know about it by the way my aunt's and my mother's one brother who is dead are the only good people I know In this family) so my mother went and the sight Infront was that they were celebrating my father's marriage the entire family my cousins my uncle's my aunt's everyone from my father's side they were all celebrating our demise by enjoying music and deserts and my father was also there with his wife and when they saw my mother they hid that woman and when my mother tried to pursue my father and that woman they all ganged up on her and my father's youngest sibling (brother) he hit my mother and then they just played it cool my mother returned the same night after being violated and needed no explanation that my father and her in laws all did it together it was just hidden from us . We were the fools everything hurts so bad my mother cannot do anything as we have not completed our studies and we are only girls in a conservative country but she is just living by the hope that one day we daughters would succed and they all that made my mother suffer will gar karma now I am 17 and my life is far from normal I wake up everyday and pretend everything is fine my older siblings are devastated my middle sibling wants to commit suicide but i have stopped her and convinced her not To do so while I also feel like crumbling I also wanted to do it when I was 15 and is still have an urge to do so but Allah has helped me so much . I have seen the entire world turn on me in the blink of an eye people change their faces so fast it's scary i am scared of people the suffering we endured in these 4 years is indescribable my father no longer treats me like i am a precious doll of his . He no longer loves me I see my siblings cry and I feel like their is no hope left I go out and men look at me with lust I don't go out I feel suffocated. Life has made a clown out of me. Gosh tears are streaming down my cheeks this stupid app really made me cry like a toddler I feel like a burden my mother is showing clear signs of trauma and she feels like a victim when we even make a slight mistake she no longer trusts anyone else except for us siblings her condition is getting worse she sometimes tells my siblings that they are the problem for her distress and says some nasty things which led to my sibling having suicidal thoughts but my mom is I'll her bones do not work properly she cannot walk properly she has two studs in her heart she is diabetic she has more medicine each day than food my father does not divorce my mother even when she demands it life is hell but we do have our little happy moments from time to time but they get destroyed by more and more tragic incidents Please someone tell me what do I do I feel so lost I am tired of this and life I think I have lived enough there is too much pain but Allah keeps on reminding me that there are many people out there having it much worse than us so I guess I have to hang in there until I can finally rest (there are many major incidents which I skipped in order to make it as short as possible) thank you for reading this bullshit of a lifen

Hello everyone,
Nice to meet you all! I'm 22 and preparing for grad school in France, where I will study comparative literature. Outside of language learning/academia, I like to read, hike, and crochet.
I am preparing to take the C1 DAFL certification exam in December. I am at a high B2-low C1 level already, but I would like someone I can practice with.
I am a native of English (American) and hold B2 proficency in MSA and C1 in Levantine Arabic. I can help with either language/dialect.

Hi, I thought it would be a good chance to get something off my chest. I am leaving my workplace in a few months and there is a girl I have a crush on.The problem is I keep thinking of this girl and it makes me feel quite uncomfortable because I hardly know her, other than a few casual conversations, I would have in passing but they're quite minor. I would consider making my feelings known but I never get the chance because her team are on the other side of the office and there's no reason for me to make conversation or really go there also I don't know if she even likes me (I'm usually good at reading emotions but just not that 1 😭). Also I'm leaving this workplace and she's leaving around a similar time and going to a different part of the country. On the Myers Briggs test I did about 5-6 years ago when I was less confident and in high school, I was an INFP don't know if it helps but it adds more context to me I guess.
So to sum up how do I stop thinking about this crush and just move on.
Extra info: originally posted on healthy gamer but turns out they have a day for this kind of thing and I figured it is probably better here.

• also posted on SUSS Reddit

On a throwaway account, pls give me some advice 😭
I’m going to matriculate this year for suss, but I realised that I declared something wrong in my applications.
At the end of the uni application, I misread the health declaration part as only “mental health condition” and not “medical/mental health condition” and therefore chose “no” for the all the options. My health condition isn’t very serious since I haven’t had a case since sec 3, but I was worried that I should declare it for etb and future exchanges.

1. If I contact the school about updating my medical condition, will my offer be revoked? It really wasn’t on purposed and I just misread. I only realised it when I was checking my application to see if I applied correctly for a grant. I have already accepted the offer 😭
   
2. I read somewhere that not declaring health conditions might affect overseas exchanges (which I want to go on) and wanted to know if it was true.
   
3. If I only declare it during the etb health declaration, would the school notice the discrepancy between my application and the etb sign up? Should I just declare it earlier?
   

Any uni ppl who didn’t declare health condition during application and only declared after, how did you go about it?
Advice would be appreciated!!

Demographics

• Gender: Male
• Race/Ethnicity: Indian
• Residence: Massachusetts
• Income Bracket: Upper Middle Class
• Type of School: Mediocre Public school
• Hooks: Immigrant but US Citizen
• Intended Majors & Minors: Applied Math, AI, Entrepreneurship, Engineering & Computer Science

Academics

• GPA (UW/W): 4.0/4.6
• Rank (or percentile): 8/300
• Classes: 12 APs, 3 Dual-Enrolments
• Senior Year Course Load: 3 APs (Computer Science, Chemistry, Psychology) 3 Dual-Enrolments (MIT OCW Linear Algebra, MIT OCW Multivariable Calc, English), Teacher Assistant for Calculus and Teacher Assistant for AP Physics C

Standardized Testing

• SAT: 1570 (770RW, 800M)
• AP Exams: Calculus AB (5), Physics 1 (5), Statistics (5), World History (5), Physics C: Mechanics (5), Calculus BC (5), AP CSP (4), US History (4), Lang (3)
• AMC 12: 136.5 (Top 200)

Awards/Honors

• Coca-Cola Scholar (150 Selected from 100K+)
• Harvard Guest Speaker on AI & ChatGPT in Education (6K+ Listeners). The Harvard Gazette wrote an article on me.
• MIT Hackathon 3rd place winner 2x (AI Recipe Generator & AI Therapist)
• Presented at International Education & Social Justice Conference (Peer-reviewed) at University of Hawaii
• MIT LLCipher Summer Program (3% Acceptance Rate). Invited back as Guest Speaker the following year.
• Wrote Boston Globe Article on AI & ChatGPT in Education
• AMC 12 Distinction (2x) and AIME Qual (2x)
• President's Volunteer Service Gold Award
• AP Scholar with Distinction & AP Scholar with Honor
• Multiple other Math Competition, Model UN, and Marching Band Awards

Extracurriculars/Activities

• MIT Lincoln Laboratory Summer Intern: Advanced Research in AI & Networking (1% Acceptance Rate). Internship primarily for Grad and Undergrad students. Received a return offer for summer before college.
• Writer: 110+ articles on Medium with 200K+ reads. Published by the Boston Globe and other publications.
• Antarctic Research: Climate Research and Data Analysis at UW-Madison.
• MA State House Internship: Worked for State Rep. Wrote a policy brief on AI. Promoted to Campaign Manager in 2024.
• Math Team Coach & Captain: Coach students and top scorer. 4x Regional Champions (First time in history). 2x AIME qual and 2x AMC Distinction (AMC Score: 136.5).
• Students of Color Affinity Group President: Mentor students and lead professional development workshops; presented at International Education & Social Justice Conference at University of Hawaii.
• AP Physics C & Calculus Teacher Assistant: Help teach 70+ seniors at my school (ran out of classes hence TA lol).
• Model UN President: Perfect record and multiple awards at regional conferences.
• Karate Black Belt: 10+ years and help teach classes.
• Marching Band: 2nd in USBands Nationals (3x).
• Coding Instructor: Taught kids how to code in Python and JavaScript.
• Sales Head & Data Analyst at National STEM Honor Society: Promoted STEM education to underrepresented populations.
• JV Tennis: Doubles Player

Letters of Recommendation

• AP Calculus Teacher
• Math Department Head and Physics TeacheMath Team Coach
• MIT Lincoln Lab Research Mentor (MIT Alum)
• Diversity, Inclusion, and Equity Director of my school (Harvard Alum)
• Massachusetts State Representative

Essay Summaries

• Common App: During the pandemic, I found personal growth and a deeper understanding of myself and society through writing, which led me to explore artificial intelligence and its applications, culminating in an internship at MIT and advocacy work, and inspiring my entrepreneurial ambitions.
• Community Disruption: When the pandemic disrupted my activities, I leveraged online platforms to continue learning and leading, discovering new interests in AI and entrepreneurship, and demonstrating resilience by revitalizing my school’s clubs and engaging in new ventures, setting the stage for my future in innovation.
• Additional Information: Links to various articles and videos, and other activities and awards.
• Supplementals: Some were very reflective about my identity, activities, and goals in life. Others were light-hearted and quirky. They were very personalized to the school and emphasized how I fit in, what I would bring to the school, and how I would use the school as a catalyst for my entrepreneurial ventures.
• Additional Uploads: Uploaded my Resume, portfolio of Articles, and a summary of my Research at MIT Lincoln Lab.

Interviews

• Harvard (REA): Great Conversation and said Harvard would have to fight MIT for me. 9/10
• MIT: My Interviewer was very disinterested and didn't care. It was 15 minutes and he said if I don't get in then who would. 6/10
• Princeton: It was a great conversation and said he would fight for me. 8/10
• Yale: It was also a good conversation and she said she would fight for me. 8/10
• UPenn M&T: Guy kept asking technical questions and I was lost. But in the end, he said I did good and he would fight for me, even though interviews don’t matter too much. 7/10
• Dartmouth: Lady was super impressed and said if I don’t get in then she is quitting doing interviews for Dartmouth. 9/10

College Results
Accepted

• WPI (with Max Scholarship, Half off)
• UW-Madison
• Northeastern (with Max Scholarship, Half off)
• Georgia Tech for CS (Early Action)
• Cornell (with Merit Aid)
• Dartmouth
• Duke
• UPenn (Waitlisted M&T)
• Harvard (Waitlisted → Accepted)
• Princeton (Committed)

Waitlisted

• UMich (Early Action)
• Vanderbilt

Rejected

• USC (lol)
• Yale
• Stanford
• MIT (This one hurt)

Reflections:
I'm super grateful and happy with my decisions. I have committed to Princeton, and it definitely is the best fit for me. College results this year were very random, but I couldn’t be more thankful to get into the #1 undergraduate university. I was worried that since most of my application was MIT-related (Research, classes, Letters of Rec, Awards, Activities), other universities would think I was going there and reject me. College results were super random and stressful, but it worked out better than I could have ever imagined. It's funny how I got waitlisted and rejected from all my target schools (Vandy, UMich, USC) but then got into most of my reach schools.
Advice for Future Applicants:
Be authentic. There is no formula that gets you in. Sure, you have to do a couple of things like getting good grades and SAT scores and having some unique activities and awards, but especially for Top 10 schools, you just have to be unique and authentic. I didn't have any connections or background (like private school and college counselor) that provided me with opportunities. I was literally the first kid ever from my school to get into Princeton. I was authentic and hardworking, did stuff I enjoyed, and one thing led to another. I also spent a lot of time on essays and my application. 50% of the work is actually doing stuff, and the other 50% is showcasing it in your college application. Also, have balance in life. I had a lot of fun in high school and enjoyed the stuff I did. Live life with no regrets. Feel free to DM me.

Hi all,
Wondering if you might be able to share some of your knowledge based on your own experiences. This seems like a super helpful and welcoming space.
About a year ago I (32 F) had my first flare up of TN pain confirmed by my Neurologist. I have bad TMJ issues, and significant structural jaw problems, so my doctors think that is most likely the cause. I got over that first flare up over a couple of weeks with physio and using Tylenol+low dose codeine to manage pain. I’ve had TMJ pain since but the TN pain has been infrequent.
I thought I was in the clear, but I had an even worse flare up this week, about a year later, which I’m struggling to get under control. Here are my symptoms and test results in case that’s relevant:

• right side only, all three branches of nerve involved (more the bottom two, but in this recent flare the top one as well)
• comes in waves of extreme pain (I’m sure you all know what this feels like - not fun)
• also have on and off numbness throughout the R side of my face
• seems to be affected by my position - if I’m in the middle of a wave, sometimes changing position (sitting up, walking around, lying on one side) helps briefly but the pain comes back
• OTC pain meds are barely touching it
• seems to get worse in my sleep, until it wakes me up. As a result I’m sleeping about 3 hours a night.
• I had brain MRI one year ago which showed a large retention cyst/polyp in my Right maxillary sinus and a T2 and FLAIR hyperintense focus in the right peritrigonal region - I was told neither was significant /related
• talking is a major trigger (which is unfortunate because my job requires talking most of the day), along with sleeping

What do you do if you’re in a flare up like this? The pain is completely unmanaged and beyond my ability to cope with. I’m in Canada, I could go to the emergency room but I don’t feel like I’ll be taken seriously there (plus it would be a 8-10 hour wait…not good when you’re in pain). A walk in clinic? I have a neurologist but it’s a long weekend here, and it’s never easy to get an appointment.
Any other tips to manage this condition based on your experience is welcome. I’m also desperate to confirm the reason for the TN pain - it definitely could be my jaw, but I also have nerve issues in my pelvis and lower limbs, so I do wonder if another MRI is warranted?
Thanks so much for getting through this long read - I’m exhausted and rambling, but I really appreciate it.

Looking for advice! My son is a talented distance runner but I don’t know anything about running and his middle school doesn’t provide much information. Does anyone know of a team/group of kids that work on running or compete in meets outside of school? Thanks!

My relationship doesn't have passion. I [27f] have been dating my bf [34M] for almost three years, living together for 2.5 years. We are best friends and almost never argue. We can talk about anything and sort through any disagreement with time and conversation. I love him very dearly and I see a life with him being very happy--we want the same things, want to live in the same places have the same lifestyle with travel and kids. BUT I don't feel any passion anymore after years of being shutdown when bidding for sex.
I have always had a higher sex drive than him. My ideal amount of sex would be 1-2 times weekly & his is about 1-2 times monthly. We usually have an average of 1x per month. Part of this is due to crazy schedules, I work full time and am in school part time and I sometimes travel for work, and part is that every time I bid for sex, he's not in the mood. He says that sex (specifically ejaculation) makes him tired for the next few days--this being due to his age. I find that hard to believe, as I know of others his age with great libido, but everyone's bodies are different and I am not a man in my 30's, so what do I know?
He claims we only have sex when he is the one that initiates bc he claims I never initiate sex, but that is blatantly not true. I make very clear and pointed attempts to turn him on and he just laughs me off. I've stopped trying in the last 1.5 years and I'm just happy whenever he initiates. He has even asked me why I stopped trying and I told him bc he shuts me down. I offset this with solo masturbation whenever I'm feeling horny, which he is okay with and even suggested.
In the last year, we have had many conversations about this and we have been trying different sex toys and other things to work on the issue together. I don't feel it's working very well. I think I am putting in most of the effort (finding toys, reading books, trying things to be sexy for him). Sometimes I think he feels it's a me problem, not a him problem, therefore I should put in more effort, or he just doesn't care enough.
Honestly, when we do have sex at this point, I think of other people who have been good lovers in my past. I would never cheat on my partner, but my imagination is not at all loyal. I once had a sex dream while on an airplane about the person sitting next to me.
I love him so much and I don't want to lose my very best friend, but I'm afraid I will never be fully happy in the relationship despite the mountain of amazing qualities he has and our overall compatibility. I'm afraid he has some emotional blocks about sex due to a strict catholic upbringing in Mexico.
There is the added layer that I am bisexual but I have limited experiences with women. I would like to explore that more, but I was willing to put that on pause when I started dating my bf because of how fast and hard I fell for him. He's suggested threesomes could help, but I think that would stress me out because I'm a people pleaser and I would be too anxious worrying if everyone else was having a good time. I don't think he'd be willing to let me explore that on my own, but I haven't asked due to him having a bad reaction to a tentative question about open relationships early on.
I feel terrible because we've been planning our life together. I own our house but he puts a lot of effort into maintaining and doing house work. We get along with each other's families really well and he hangs out with my mom to help her on the farm whenever he can. He's older than me and I think the pressures of age & starting a family weigh on him heavily.
Is it normal to feel this way in a long term relationship? Is his age really to blame for the lack of libido? Or are we better off experiencing heartbreak now to find something better down the road? How do I bring this up again?
I am young(ish) and hot. I want to feel worshipped in the bedroom, not like I have to work for both of our pleasure.
tl;dr My [27F] bf [34M] of 3 years claims he's too old to be having sex more than 1-2x per month & I have a high sex drive. Should we keep trying to find ways to make our bedroom spicier or just move on despite our amazing comparability in literally every other area?

Yall this is just a rant and it involves ED’s and weight issues so trigger warning just in case. My whole life I’ve never been able to burp and my mom said as a baby she could barely ever burp me. I am 4’10. I was always an average weight besides one point in my life when I was 175lbs. Which IS NOT A LOT!!!! Just for my height it was unhealthy. But besides that I’ve always been average. Even though I was always average I had such a large stomach, and it has made me insecure literally my whole life. I used to be made fun of for it and couldn’t wear clothes the other girls could unless I was sucking in which just hurts my body. I literally went through an eating disorder because I thought I was fat and have a reoccurring eating disorder that comes and goes now because of it. All because I thought I was fat. Turns out it’s just bc I can’t burp and all the gas is trapped???? This whole time from age 8-21years old, I thought I had to lose weight and was fat. Even now im 115lbs and have to remind myself I’m not fat I just don’t have a way to release the air in my stomach. It makes me so upset that I went through all of that pain especially in middle school and high school just to know now that it’s because of my stupid RCPD. All of those sleepless nights staying up crying and the diets and pushing myself too hard in the gym, just to find out it was something I couldn’t fix. It really hurts to know I can’t be normal like everyone else and that my body has to take the fall if that makes sense. Idk. It just makes me really angry. To think I could’ve had an easy explanation this whole time and come to peace with it really really hurts. It just sucks that I couldn’t fix it and can’t until I can pay for it.

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Hi I'm a 21 y/o female from new Delhi, india And I wonder if two people can ever live the same kind of lives.
My background: raised by a single mother, middle class family, exceptionally good in studies in high school, will probably be successful in life, suffers from high functioning anxiety.
Any other woman living the same live, please reach out I would love to be your bestie

Hello ​Apple 👋
Do hope this post finds you well.
My name is Sae, I am a 26-year-old indie iOS app developer based in Virginia, USA. I would like to introduce you to my little robot tutor ADAv1 that I have been working on for a little while now. I was curious about the possibility of making my own JARVIS from IronMan running on my iPhone, a truly smart assistant with agency/capability to do things on behalf of the user without needing prompting, and this is what came of that. It is essentially a voice-powered GPT (current version) with low latency that allows you to talk to her naturally without pressing any buttons or typing. One that takes the best currently available models and combines them into a single hive mind brain (a main brain model choosing which agent models to use depending on the nature of the request). It has an agentic side to it that is coming soon (within the week I hope) that could be really cool, imagine being able to give your robot tasks to do (code work, essays) and have it work on it for you iteratively using a creative agent model and a guider agent model working together to thoroughly do your assignment for you according to your design principles/requirements/constitution.
It also has an assistant mode (ala Rabbit R1) that is rather quick prompty, allowing the user to rapidly do things and access other apps (Spotify, Uber, Blackboard Learn, etc..) with just a few simple prompts. A work in progress, the sky is the limit in terms of what apps can be accessed this way and the hope if to allow the user to make their own apps and prompts.
I don’t want to waste your time and spout an essay here, I will keep it simple and share a little demo for you to get an idea of how it works and let you try it out for yourself.
The mission is to bring the best, most cutting edge AI-powered learning tools and package it/make it accessible/easier to use for all across the nation (and eventually the globe). To have an app that functions as a smart tutorobot that provides users a way to get a base education and be competitive in the job market regardless of their location/demographic/wealth level, for free while not comprising on features and functionality. The coming updates will show more of this tutor side of things, I just really wanted to get this current version out (about 60% through the planned feature roadmap at this point) and see what Apple fam thinks.
I think the happiest moment I have had in a long time was seeing my dad (an ardent AI-hating “ROBOTS TAKE OUR JERBS” kind of man bless his soul) talk to ADAv1 yesterday and witness the incredible magic of GPT for himself in a way he would never have got around to if it was just via text input/output. Seeing him talk to the robot and get it to help him with his job search (he is going through a lot of stress right now) and brainstorming angles to take in his interviews (he is in HR and got ADA to address some very niche topics in a helpful manner) quite literally made me cry a bit, as I never thought anything I could have ever built would provide value to my old-school/computer hating dad in such a real and tangible way. I only want others to know how excited this made me for the future, that the world is awesome and we will work tirelessly to make it more fair and equal for all. Accessible AI for all, everyone has the right to a THOROUGH and FREE education and we will collectively make this happen.
Two things to note for this version:
-Reset chat often to save tokens, longer context costs more as well as contexts with internet search data in it.
-close app completely when not using to save battery.
Have a great day everyone, thank you for reading this and hope to get some feedback. Cannot wait to bring you cool FEATURES SOON (my girl ADA is going to be wicked smaht)!!!!
-Sae

Hello!
I'm Jay, 26M human from England (close to London).
I'm a secondary school computer science teacher. Travelling is a big passion of mine and I would love to explore more. I enjoy walks, visiting museums, going to the cinema, listening to music or playing video games. When I travel or commute I then try and pick up a book and start reading.
I've often been described as kind, a good listener and the shoulder to cry on when things go wrong. I can be quite shy but when i warm upto you and make dad jokes, thats when you know you've made it. I've had my fair share of mental health issues (mostly an eating disorder stumping my growth) but I'm not doing too badly.
I'm looking for someone who I can bond with and go places with or potentially move into a relationship with. Long distance is a possibility. Hopefully you are a fan of awful puns and dad jokes with a side of games and adventure too. Being down to watch movies would also be cool (or even to talk on discord or something) - obviously not straight away as I would rather us be comfortable than anything. We're only human after all. I'm also down for deep conversations or just sending memes back and forth.
Interested. Send a message or chat! Happy to share selfies too!

Just another fun little story idea I had. I am still working on Humans are the violent ones but I like to bounce around and experiment with ideas to see what I really like. I also suck at writing more casual stories, as they give me severe writer's block as I try to map out how to make a scene feel genuine in my head, but I promise I'll update that soon. If you like this story and want to see more, then like and comment. I'll gladly continue this series as well.
Start of Personal Log
Humans don't like being told what to do. They don't like being commanded, put in their place, or snubbed. It was an inexorable, inalienable trait of humans, at least any noteable humans, to go against any authority that they believed was against their interests.
Humanity would not fit amongst the stars. Few ever did. It was a trait of most successful species to be willful, ambitious, and to desire more. But once they reached the stars the new (and simultaneously very old) pecking order either quashed any spirit such species had or simply eradicated them. Countless tomb worlds and diaspora served as painful reminders of what became of the nails that chose to stick out. The hammer of order would always strike. There could be no compromise, the very soul of the authority that held the Jurisdiction together relied on a show of unmatched power, or at least the illusion of item.
In reality, the Jurisdiction was an old, fat, and lazy beast. It filled its belly on the corpses of empires far and wide, and sated its bloodlust on the shattered dreams of hopeful cubs. It had every right to, for none could challenge it: there were no new frontiers to explore, nor were there any other enemies to conquer. The Milky Way, as humans had so strangely dubbed our cradle galaxy, as well as Andromeda, had long since been warred over and settled for millennia before humanity had arrived, bright-eyed and with familiar yet otherwise foolish dreams of cooperation and prosperity. The Jurisdiction did not cooperate, nor did it ensure prosperity. Oh, it claimed it did, but in reality it simply took. The rest was just the peace that came with not being the direct target of the biggest fish in the pond. The humans didn't like that, but they had no choice.
Slavery was a common tribute. The Jurisdiction had no use for other resources: it simply took. No, it wanted those who could facilitate that unequal exchange, those raised in a world where the only morality was the one set by your lord. The Jurisdiction was held together by expectations, obligations, and dury more than any kind of shared dream, so when you were ordered to take you did so without question. Humanity was new: they had no niche or value that set them apart, but they had a penchant for killing and taking, so the Jurisdiction gave them a taste of how the galaxy worked. They killed and they took. The humans didn't like that, but what choice did they have?
Humans were strange. They learned, but not in the way most species learned. Most species learned to adapt in a passive way, to adhere to the world around them. They flowed like water, moving past and around obstacles and confirming to the boxes they were assigned too. Humans didn't confirm, nor did they adapt: they made their circumstances fit their desires. They would not move around obstacles, but rather smash through them, and they refused to stay in one box for too long. The Jurisdiction merely saw them as a particularly loud nuisance, but those who faced their wrath knew better.
It is said that when a beast seeks to make an example, it shall humble its rival by killing it's cubs. Children were one of those universal constants that brought entire communities together: the Sok’klar saw their hatchlings as gifts, shaped by the fruitful currents of the universe in perfect harmony. The Yarrack saw each and every newborn whelp as an uncut gemstone, ready to be shaped into something magical. Humanity oftentimes referred to their offspring as angels, or spirits of unbridled good sent by the gods themselves. Children were seen by most of the galaxy as gifts.
The Jurisdiction saw them as a lever to inflict suffering. It had become quite effective at enacting psychological punishments on those that stood up and spoke out. You dare to disobey? You believe you can speak out? Your gifts shall be taken from you, and you shall be without joy.
Humans didn't like this, but the Jurisdiction would have their pound of flesh, and humankind would kneel. And they did. But humans were patient creatures: most species who retained that trait of willful spit also lacked patience.
I had long since become desensitized to the Jurisdiction’s actions: it was simply how the universe worked now, as if it were a constant akin to gravity. Cruelty was the unspoken rule of this seemingly unending age, where our lives never appeared to move forward or backwards, only lay dormant. The Jurisdiction had been the unyielding authority that ruled the galaxy for thousands of years, venerable yet feared all the same.
And for the longest time I was just another cog in its wheel. My name is Kalnuracht Sedjuur-Noumar VII, and was the scion of the noble house Sedjuur-Noumar. I was born into what most would describe as veiled apathy, living a life that could be attributed to the privileged class of feared scribes that enacted the will of those above. I was an administrator and nothing more. And now I am doomed to be far less than that in the eyes of my former constituents within the endless administration. I am the only scion, as is tradition, and without an heir I am the last of my house, our name to be scrubbed from the records, worthless, meaningless, and forgotten.
I am merely Kalnuracht, nothing else and nothing more. I have seen from their eyes, the eyes of the downtrodden, and it makes my crimes of association with the Jurisdiction feel all the more damning on my worthless soul. I am worthless to the world, and this is my story.
End Personal Log #1
Start of Neural Lace Narrative Log #1
They came from the black like carrion birds in the night, encircling our convoy as if it were a dying animal ready to be picked clean without remorse. There was no warning, no list of demands sent out as civilized peoples did, nor was there either any requirement for unconditional surrender nor chance to parlay, as was done so under letter of marque: this was an unmistakable call for violence and nothing else. They sought to reduce us to slag and scavenge the rest.
So, as one would expect, the entire bridge of the ship was nearing a panicked state. This was not the actions of those practicing civility, but rather the common behaviors of despoiling barbarians, the kind that tore their way through the dark reaches of the galaxy as if they owned it.
“Wayfinder, what do your probes see?” Shouted the ship’s sovereign. He was an older Kar’Rowmach, an amphibious cephalopod species with a venerable history within the Jurisdiction going back thousands of years. Normally one such as him would be above me if it weren't for the fact that I was under the authority of the Jurisdiction’s seal of office. He didn't like me very much, but most of his kind shared the same sentiment.
“All dark, honorable Sovereign: the sensor arrays are wailing but the feedback we're reviewing is beyond incomprehensible,” the wayfinder replied with a certain restrained temper in his voice. The Sok'klar wayfinder swayed gently, his tentacled limbs grasping different metallo-liquid braille output arrays, the liquid gallium flexing and reshaping unnaturally to allow him to to take in multiple different sources of sensory output at once, with the primary navigation computer plugged into the cybernetics surrounding his opaque, gelatinous head and plugging directly into his tube-shaped brain.
The Sovereign cursed in Loskat and pointed to his bridge crew while I simply sat in the back, near the Sovereign’s symbolic throne. “Prepare countermeasures and spool up the warp drive, we cannot allow the amanuensis to be taken! He carries sensitive information that only he can translate and transcribe!”
As the bridge crew nodded and began fiddling with their own systems, I preened my feathered hide anxiously. I wasn't a fighter: us nobles of the cloth were the educated minority above all else, not those who waged war or partook in hard labor. Special cybernetics in my brain allowed me to translate triple-encoded messages that usually took a ducal signet codekey or above to parse, but even without that I was a skilled mathematician and logician. I had terabytes worth of knowledge stored within the hardware installed in my head, all well protected of course, but if I were to die it would still be a waste. I could only imagine the damage any malcontenders could do with it if they were able to get their filthy hands on me.
Suddenly, the ship rocked, and the gallium overhead display began to form crescendos like I'd never seen before. “Sovereign, decks A-3 through C-12 are venting atmosphere and our coolant systems have been obliterated,” the Wayfinder spoke in an almost serene voice, as if he was completely unconcerned by current events. I knew they were simply incapable of tonal displays, but it was unnerving nonetheless. “Once we jump, we will not be able to risk another until the vacuum of the void can reduce temperatures to acceptable levels within the plasma capacitors.”
“Damn them,” the armored nautiloid hissed, his barbed feelers coiling in frustration, “May the currents take them. What are our options? what can we see? This fleet cannot fall to the void today, not with such vital cargo.” My hackles rose lightly at the Kar’Rowmach referred to me as some object rather than an esteemed amanuensis of the Jurisdiction, but I bit my forked tongue. Now was not the time to squabble with the sovereign over who was what and what titles I deserved, not while he was so desperately attempting to keep what semblance of order within his fleet that he had left.
I could not blame the crew for being panicked either: wars were practically mythologized now, having been long since rendered obsolete with the rise of the Jurisdiction, and that felt like an eternity ago. Now, either being levied into or joining a ducal naval force was simply another career, more akin to serving as an officer of the law rather than a fully fledged soldier. Minimal training was required, most of it being the technicals of one's duty rather than any kind of combat conditioning, so expecting a fleet to actually be prepared for a combat scenario in a universe where peace was the norm was laughable.
“We are practically blind, Sovereign,” stated the Sok'klar Wayfinder, “our probes are offline, and shipboard graviton displacement sensory arrays have been rendered unreliable at best.”
“What about the particle emission array? Has there been a spike in radioactivity where we were hit?”
The Wayfinder seemed to think for a second, his gelatinous form flexing and morphing a bit before answering. “Affirmative, a jump from negligible to forty billion becquerels along decks A through E-5 on our starboard side.”
“Torpedoes…” the Sovereign hissed, stroking his barbed feelers, “Human Torpedoes. Only those primitives would rely on crude nuclear warheads.” He then turned to his militant leaders on the ship. “Noddos, Rel’ads: organize your phalanxes and prepare to repel boarders. We are bound to be assailed by those rancorous primates, and I want their skulls piled at my feet if they dare set foot on our ship.”
“Your wish is our command, Sovereign,” the two militant commanders spoke as one. Noddos, a large bipedal with multiple sets of curved spines running down his back, a pair of graceful horns sprouting from his head, and multiple rows of sharp teeth in his snout, bowed first, followed by Rel’ads, a marsupial with long saberteeth and thick fur. They both must have been fierce warriors in their own right to each lead a phalanx. They wore thick, semi-powered armor and held dueling polearms alongside their usual plasma casters, and seemed completely unfazed by the situation we were in. As they stomped out of the brightly lit bridge, I let out a quiet squawk of discontentment. “Sovereign, why haven't we jumped again? We are wasting precious time.”
“I am working on it, you spineless beaurocrat!” He warbled back, his feelers tensing in anger, “besides, it's not as if you're the one who will be spilling blood today, amanuensis, so flatten your wretched beak or I shall weld it shut with a plasma torch.
I was about to reply with something indignant, but the ship rocked again, this time causing the lights to flicker and the air to become… thick. The skin under my feathers began to blister, and I became lightheaded and confused. “Seal the damnable vents, initiate radiation scrubbers, and activate secondary life support!” Shouted the Sovereign, “Their nuclear weapons are rendering the ship inhospitable!”
I coughed up magenta blood accidentally, and I could feel more seeping from under my eyes. Some of the crew was in a similar position, but others were more resistant to radiation than I. The Sok'klar seemed completely at ease as he ran his tentacles across his morphic braille arrays before calmly announcing the ship’s status. “I've regained some control over our probes: ten, twelve, and seventeen are active and fully functional, the rest are either still malfunctioning or permanently inoperable. A rapid rise in localized radiation is also interfering with the detection of graviton displacement; we can't sense photon redirection, thus readings will remain inconclusive.
“Wayfinder, damn you, get me some kind of out here! We're easy prey until we can respond in kind!”
“Negative, something has gone awry with our processing hub, I am attempting to troubleshoot-”
And with that, the Wayfinder’s bulbous head exploded in a cascade of opaque lavender blood, covering the front half of the deck crew like a morbid art piece. Some of the crew screamed and shouted in terror before removing their cranial adaptors and choosing to interact with their displays manually. Others died just as quickly, unable to unplug in time as their brain stems fried or their blood boiled. It was a horrible way to go, having your insides neutralized by your own cybernetics, so I was glad I wasn't connected to the system.
“Cybernetic warfare! All systems are to be considered compromised, switch to manual settings or you'll be killed!”
The lights in the bridge flickered again, and the displays went haywire. The bridge crew, which obviously weren't acquainted with working without being hard-linked into the mainframe, moved at a much slower pace.
“Launch missile pods A through F and set to self-target after five hundred kilometers, then rely on their ballistic coordinates to begin firing broadsides! If we can't see the humans due to their meddling, we'll just have to feel them.” Shouted the Sovereign, “and got me a detailed report on the ship’s diagnostics readings. I need to know if this flagship is still capable of escaping or if we'll have to scuttle it and retreat on another.”
“Acknowledged, Sovereign, launching now,” affirmed another deck officer as he swiped across his own gallium output array. I could hear the dull thunk, thunk, thunk of missiles pushing out of their pods before racing off to their intended targets, then the mechanical whirring as the pods rotated to be reloaded by slaves in the lower decks. I was regaining my bearings as the many horrible sensations of being overwhelmed by radiation poisoning were beginning to subside, but I still felt as if I had been microwaved. The air was stale, the crew was horribly sick as well, and even the sovereign himself seemed to be on his last leg. I was beginning to believe that I might die here.
“Sovereign, a message from the lower decks,” shouted a communications officer, his chitin scraping against itself as he turned quickly, “they're requesting reinforcements, something about being overrun.”
“Impossible,” the Sovereign hissed out in a vain attempt to exude confidence, “We must outnumber the humans, they always go for bigger targets out of arrogance.”
“I've received reports that it's not just humans: the primates seem to make up only a third or so of the assailing force, along with some Phaeldaer and Vrex.”
The commander slammed his clawed hands down on his own output array in a fit of rage, obviously overwhelmed by the circumstances, “Then this wasn't just a typical assault, but something more sinister!” The nautiloid warbled, blood seeping from his shell as the full effects of the radiation took hold, “Get Rel’ads on the line, have him divert all spare lances to the lower decks or else we'll lose the only offensive capabilities we can use.”
“Rel'ads has gone dark, Sovereign, his vitals are critical.”
“Then either get me Rel'ads tail-leader or get me Noddos!” He screamed in rage, “don't give me this nonsense! If we don't pick it up we're all going to die, is that what you want?”
“No, Sovereign, I'm simply overwhelmed-”
“We're all overwhelmed! By the tides, I'm dying of radiation poisoning you nincompoop! Get me something I can work with!”
The officer didn't even acknowledge the Sovereign after that, simply turning back to his display. Eventually, the Sovereign was able to get Noddos on the line.
“Sovereign, two thirds of my phalanxes have been decimated by combat with the primitives and the radiation, the rest are in shambles. We must retreat and fortify elsewhere!”
“Then the ship is compromised! Rel'ads is unresponsive and the lower decks are swarming with intruders. We must evacuate the amanuensis to another ship.”
Just as the Sovereign spoke, I heard several gentle thumps rattle against the bridge’s door, and it made me uneasy. Some of the bridge crew seemed to feel the same, as they looked incredibly nervous and some even drew their sidearms. Just as the sovereign turned to give further orders, the door blew inward with a deafening explosion, followed by shouting and gunfire. Several of the bridge officers were dispatched quickly, brain matter and blood splattering against the delicate electronics. Others were shot in the legs, the torso, or in any other exotic yet non-vital body parts. The humans poured in, brandishing primitive ballistic firearms and jury-rigged energy weapons while wearing scavenged, legion-grade powered armor.
The Sovereign was the next to go, but he wasn't afforded an honorable death. He was shot along the arm with a particularly potent plasma caster, burning off his clawed hand and cauterizing the wound, the acrid smell of roasting chitin filling the already hot and cramped bridge. He fell back against his output array, the gallium reaching new highs and lows as more diagnostics and casualty reports were delivered, and he clutched his stump angrily. “I'll burn every last one of you in the foundries! I'll tie you to stakes, cover you in wax and set you alight! Your screams will be broadcasted all over the galaxy!”
One human warrior stomped up and slammed the butt of his rifle into the sovereign’s face, shattering his facial plates and causing blue blood to splatter across his section of the bridge. “Shut the fuck up, you mutant lobster,” the human said before dragging him by both antennae towards the center of the bridge and receiving a stained breeching axe from one of his comrades. “Emmanuel, start recording. We need proof.”
The other human nodded and pressed a button on his armor before lifting up his gun again. The rest of the humans fanned out, holding everyone else at gunpoint. I tried to get up and sneak out, but a human grabbed me by my neck and nearly wrung it out as he forced me to my knees and pointed a sidearm to my skull. “Get down, you piece of shit, before I blow your brains out too.”
“Damnable primate,” I hissed, but he bashed me in my skull with the base of his sidearm’s grip and sent me sprawling, making my already pounding headache worse. Another human shouted at him in a language I didn't recognize, but he sounded furious. The first brought me back up to my knees again, and I complies with a hiss and a groan, blood still leaking from my eyes and mouth and my world was spinning.
The Sovereign struggled, but he was weak from the radiation poisoning and he couldn't exactly resist on account of his lost arm. The human with the breaching ax kicked the Sovereign down and forced him to kneel before lifting up the breeching ax and splitting his chitinous head down the middle with one powerful swing, sending more blood and brains across the floor. “Execution confirmed, take his antennae just in case and we've got ourselves a bounty. Now all we need is that ugly cat’s teeth and the fat hedgehog-thing’s grimy spines and we'll be in business. Although, they do have skulls… we might as well just take their heads.”
The real horror of the situation dawned on me at that moment: they were going to kill us all, or maybe worse. They mentioned a bounty for the commanders, and multiple of the higher ranking ship officers were already dead, their brains splattered against the walls or their bodies torn apart by gunfire. I wasn't dead yet, but that didn't mean much since I wasn't an immediate threat.
“Alright, round them up and bring all the grunts to the hanger bay, then kill the rest,” the leader of the humans said in such a lackadaisical manner that his complete disregard for life almost made me sick… almost. I had seen worse from the Jurisdiction before, but usually that was from me delivering some kind of ordered judgment on a world that had sinned against order. I might have simply been the messenger, but I had seen many of the outcomes. “And make sure to collect whatever proof of bounties you can, we'll need to deliver them to the office to get cashed out. Don't let this be a repeat of last time where Juarez fucking forgot to take a few heads and it ended up cutting our profits in half, the fucking retard.”
Some of the humans chuckled at that as they dragged more of the senior officers away, out of the room and into the hall,where I heard gunshots. The rest of the bridge crew froze in place, different fear instincts kicking in. The remaining Sok'klar corralled together into what seemed to be a singular, semi-congealed mass as if to try and trick the humans into believing that they were much bigger and much more threatening than they actually were. The one Thei’chi on the bridge, an ensign who had clearly thought this would be a simple mission, bore her curved fangs at the humans and growled as they approached, her hackles completely vertical and her eyes dilated. They quickly muzzled and bound her before beating her over the head with a gun stock, sending her sprawling onto the ground. Many others simply cooperated, eyes wide and yet simultaneously empty, as if they couldn't quite process that the ship had been taken and the commanding officers were being executed as the rest were escorted to the hangar.
“Get the damn messenger down to the hanger as well, we need whatever data's in his ugly lizard head, then we can decide on what to do with him.”
I spat at him in spite, as if to try and seem brave, but it was clearly an empty gesture. “You won't get anything, primate! You couldn't possibly crack the encryption!”
The human holding me seemed to wind up for another swing, but the commanding officer simply held up his hand to stop my tormentor before strolling over to me. He knelt down and removed his helmet, revealing a beige-colored face covered in scars, wiry black hair cut down to the scalp, and multiple tattoos. “You're really fucking mouthy for a hostage,” he said before punching me across my beak faster than I could register. I heard a sharp crack as his fist connected, and my head spun again as the metallic taste of blood pooled into my mouth. “I'd advise you to shut up, but I'm sure you won't listen: you aristocratic types are so full of yourselves. Maybe I should have you flogged in the public square until your vocal chords give out once we rip those cybernetics from your head, huh? How's that sound?”
“It won't matter… it won't change anything… the Jurisdiction will hunt you down.”
“Maybe, but I doubt it will happen for some time: they really suck at doing anything that requires effort, even when they're mad enough. They just keep sending their rabid lapdogs to try and smoke us out, and they always end up full of holes,” the human officer said with a smirk, his yellowish-white teeth and green eyes sending shivers down my spine as he drew his knife. “They're just horrible at their job, you know? You've all gotten so lazy and incompetent after being able to just take what you want without resistance, and now that you've met people who are angry and crazy enough to fight back you act as if we're committing some grave injustice,” he placed the knife against my throat, the flat just underneath my now bent beak, “No, we just took a few pages out of your book, ‘cept we've got standards. No kids, for one…” he seemed to look off into the distance as his sneer deepened, “but it's more than that, we don't attack the defenseless in general and we still win against you all in fair fights.”
I went to say something else snarky, but he quickly grabbed my thin tongue with his fingers and yanked it out, blood from my mouth pulling to the floor as he held the blade of his knife against it. “No no, none of that. Say one more thing and I'll cut that rancid little tongue of yours out of your mouth and feed it to you,” he hissed at me, pressing the blade down just hard enough to draw blood. “Do you know what it's like to see a planet turn into a tomb?" he asked me, gritting his teeth, “Do you know what it's like to see everything you've ever known crumble to ash and glass, all the life and the green stripped away leaving nothing but bones? I do. I've seen it happen to countless worlds, and my grandfather always told me stories of how you bastards did it to Earth. He still prays in its direction five times a day, to Mecca, but he knows the Kaaba is gone now, or maybe it's still there, buried in the bones of those who sought refuge there.”
I didn't care for the human’s nonsensical beliefs, but I did care to correct him. “I've seen it before, and I'll see it again. And so will you, it's inevitable. The Jurisdiction will always have its judgment fulfilled, there is no alternative.”
“One day, I hope we can rectify that,” he said, then he sheathed his knife and slammed my head against the metal floor with enough force to nearly knock me out. As I lost consciousness, I could hear him speak. “Take him to the Chop Doc, and make sure the cybernetics don't get damaged: they're supposedly more valuable than any bounty on this ship.”
Warning: Severe radiation poisoning detected. Flush system immediately.
Warning: Neural Lace removal detected, chance of neurological damage high. Proceeded with caution.

My First Manga was Dome Kano which i could not resist ready after anime got ended on cloff hanger this all happened maybe a year 1 ready 200+ chapters in 1.5 day
Now later 5 days ago I started reading Prison school was going through some recommendation on reddit and Prison school Hana × Kiyoshi relationship triggered something inside empty heart.
I started looking for stories which could fill them I got know dome kano author wrote another manga GE which I read and I starter having kind of flashbacks in mind this triggered my intrest more and now i am no constant search more stuff like this I read kimi no iru machi which was so amazing i can't explain in words.
By now you guys might able to understand i only like long mangas with Love Triangle.
Currently I am reading Fuuka just to keep me floating otherwise i might be depressed for days as i keep imagining characters in mind once i close my eyes. my sleep past 5 days is only 2 hrs sleep per day.
Please help tell me am i way past the saving point also please recommend some manga on the level of above.
Thanks again !!

I'm 25f and he's 27m. We met on my first day of sophomore day in high school, almost ten years ago. We started dating about eight and a half years ago and we've been married for almost three. People have always been warning us since we were dating that the honeymoon phase will end but frankly, I think we're happier and happier together as we get older! He truly is such a gem and I couldn't live this life without him.
Two weeks ago I broke the hell out of my big toe. Splintered at the end and broke down to the joint. I have barely been able to walk and it's been deceptively painful. Who knew one toe could cause so much grief? Anyway, this man, y'all. He's showered me every day for weeks and blow dried and brushed my hair after. Pushed me around the house in an office chair when it was really painful to walk. Has done all of the chores, including taking care of our five animals, singlehandedly. He's held me and soothed me as I've thrown pity parties and cried every day because I hate being off my feet. He's brought me food and water to the couch without me asking. Driven everywhere, including to the doctor's appointments I had to go to for the toe. All of it without a SINGLE complaint.
He's dorky, but incredibly intelligent. He's outgoing and friendly and boisterous. Everyone who meets him says he's a Golden Retriever trapped in a human body. He's a HUGE softie for animals and kids. He's the first person to help others, even strangers. One time at a grocery store on a windy day, a little girl let go of a balloon and it flew right away. Before I even registered what was going on, my husband SPRINTED across the parking lot to get that balloon and brought it right back to her. If a stranger drops something when we're out, he'll dive in and grab it for them before they can even think to.
Last night we went to a local brewery to see my family and a local band. My husband - wearing khakis, a Hawaiian shirt, and blue Crocs - was on the dancefloor with an inflatable guitar rocking out with the band, people cheering him on and giving him high fives. He let me order way more drinks than we planned to spend money on and DD'd there and back.
I could go on forever. He's so supportive and kind and patient. He's been through a LOT of trauma so it's awe-inspiring to me that he turned out so kind. He always want to give me the credit for that but he put in the work to be such a good man. I was there, I saw the effort he's put into himself. I've watched him grow up and I'm so proud of him.
If you got this far, thanks for reading :) I just had to let the world know what an awesome guy I'm married to!

So I’m just gonna start with that I do not believe the experience I had was the normal experience that one would generally have. We also did a 2 park 1 day pass, since the rest of our trips itinerary was filled with doing the Disney parks, and although most of what we wanted to do was at IOA, there were still some rides we wanted to do at UO, I’ll start with the rides.
Every single ride we did was 10/10 hands down, we did (in order) hagrids motorbike, velocicoaster, took the hogwarts express to UO, Gringotts, Men in black, then walked back to IOA and ended with the hulk (I’ll get to why we did so few rides in a minute). I had an absolute blast on all the rides as I’m definitely a thrill guy when it comes to how I rate amusement park rides.
The experience on the other hand was borderline just straight up bad, probably like a 5/10 at best. To start, we had to go on a Friday, which closes early for whatever reason, second, it rained while we were in the line for the motorbike ride, so we waited for almost 3 hours before we could actually get on that ride. Then after we did that, velocicoaster broke down for a good 20-30 minutes making that line take way longer. Then probably the worst part of the whole thing, the middle school graduates showing up. The lines were way longer than they probably would’ve been, they were extremely obnoxious and literally screaming for no reason just sitting in line, tons of kids were just cutting the whole line because a few kids from their group were ahead of them, it was just not fun. and to top it off, we really didn’t have that much time to just walk around and experience the park due to our time crunch. The entire time was just sitting in line for rides, riding the ride, then hauling ass to the next ride so we had enough time to do what we wanted to do.
Do I wanna go back to Universal again, absolutely, I feel like I won’t actually be able to have the full experience without spending at least 2 days there. would I go back if it meant I had to have the exact same experience, that’s definitely up for debate.

Hi everyone
I, (M-17) have always been addicted to my phone and social media, especially when high school began. Due to my phone and social media addictions' highest peak and effects on me were during my high school years (I recently graduated and am heading to college), It affected my grades and GPA terribley and I barley passed my classes from 9th grade all the way to 11th grade, thankfully my senior year grades are much better.
My improvement in my senior year mainly came from deciding to delete the social media apps I had on my phone (Facebook, Instagram, ect) and recently, in the past few months, I've grown a deep hatred for social media and that it's not about actually socializing anymore but fame and clout and that people will do anything for it. People would rather watch and film someone in trouble for views rather than help them out (not that a scenario like this ever happened but I think you get what I mean lol) Gen Z and Gen Alpha kids (mainly gen alpha) have only ever known these devices and are exposed to so much brain rot and inappropriate stuff online that they have half a brain cell (not literally obviously) and made up a new language (rizz, glazing, gyatt, skibidi, ect)
People these days relay on devices and modern technology so much that they've gotten so lazy and don't have motivation to do anything and even though I don't know what the 90s and 80s were like, I bet they were a lot better than this, not in terms of technology and modernization but how life and people were.(if anyone here is a millennial, please tell me how your childhood was like compared to today) phones and devices in general have negative effects on the brain with an impairment on its development and a huge drop in attention span. (Looking at you TikTok)
People are more isolated and depressed than ever before with little to no emotional or social intelligence. They're always glued to screens with an average screen time of 7-8 hours a day (not sure about the stats to be honest) I'm willing to bet my life that a few decades ago, people always socialized with one another and kids went out and played together, not stayed inside on their phones and tablets.
(This is unrelated but politicians today are so corrupt and only want power and nothing else, not the betterment of the people, country or economy, correct me if i'm wrong but I think this is all throughout history and not just today. I haven't done much research regarding modern politics but I can touch on that deeper in another post)
Back to what I was saying, life today is just you going to work, returning home, eating lunch, then just chilling on your phone untill you go to bed then wake up and do the same thing all over again, you don't even spend time or socialize with anyone. I'm guessing that during the mid to late 20th century, it was the same thing, just with more social interaction and no technology which means that you could do more useful activities like exercising or reading a book.
(My hate spans from social media to technology to society, and even politics)
Now don't get me wrong, I'm not any better than today's kids, but I'm trying my best to do better things than procrastinating and being lazy. I want to hear your opinion on everything I wrote in this mini essay.
Thank You for your time