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Welcome back to the Asylum write-up, where we explore the decade-long slow-motion car crash that is the Emilie Autumn fandom.
Sorry this installment took so long to upload! Just a heads-up, I may take some time to deliver the last one too – these posts take forever to format on Reddit's finicky-ass editor, and my dumb real life is currently keeping me from precious Internet time. Thank you for your patience! You have my word that everyone who pre-ordered the final installment will receive a PERSONAL, HANDWRITTEN letter autographed and illustrated by me, a list of the snacks I consumed while composing this write-up, some exclusive behind-the-scenes secrets, and a pony.
Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4.1 – Part 4.2 Part 5

Places, everyone This is a test Throw your stones Do your damage Your worst, and your best (...) And if I had a dollar For every time I repented the sin And commit the same crime I'd be sitting on top of the world today (“God Help Me”, 2006🎵)

Quick recap of where we left off. First, there were five to ten halcyon years of pleasant and meaningful interactions between EA and her blossoming fanbase, prominently by way of her official forum. Then, circa 2009-2010, EA's online presence shifted towards sudden anger outbursts, ban-hammering, and an increasingly top-down communication style.
This created a sort of primordial rift within the fanbase, between those who supported EA's right to speak her mind and regulate her own fan spaces however she pleased – and those who thought that her reactions were rude and inappropriate (at best), and that even fan spaces should allow for reasonable, non-abusive criticism of the artist.
Between a poorly-handled book release (see Part 3), the controversial (Part 2) or dubiously true (Part 4) contents of said book, and serious shade from various former collaborators (Part 5), more and more fans had pressing thoughts about EA's work ethic and choices. EA attempted damage control through drastic forum rules that made it virtually impossible to voice any “serious” critical opinion. It didn't work, of course: instead of squashing the mutiny, she created a schism.
Critical fans and active haters started congregating on unofficial platforms.

“WITH MUFFINS LIKE THIS, WHO NEEDS ENEMIES?”: TROLL LIKE A GIRL

So here we were, the early 2010s. The official forum (which had about 700 members in 2006, if you recall) was now thousands-strong, reaching just over 12,000 registered users in 2012 – not all of them active, but still. In terms of sheer numbers and content creation, the party was POPPIN'... but increasingly in parts of the Asylum that escaped EA's jurisdiction, such as Tumblr, where they could speak their mind freely.

You play the victim very well You've built your self-indulgent hell You wanted someone to understand you Well, be careful what you wish for, because I do (“I Know Where You Sleep”, 2006🎵)

In one wing of Asylum Tumblr, a smattering of call-out blogs emerged, which laid out EA's various lies, faux pas, shitty takes, and general deep-seated terribleness in detailed timelines and screenshots (or, short of that, long-winded bullet points). While many such blogs framed it as “serious” whistleblowing and did their best to remain as fact-based and neutral as they could, there was some genuine disgust, animosity and creepiness towards EA on that side of Tumblr; for some ex-fans, “exposing the truth” was mostly justify obsessive hatred, prying and verbal abuse. Some, for instance, felt the bizarre need to side with EA's mother in their estrangement. (One user, with the URL “emilyautumnfischkopf”, argued in a serious and down-to-earth tone - but with zero sources - that EA's upbringing had been nothing but peaceful and supportive until she ungratefully kicked her loving family to the curb for no reason at all. They were later revealed 🔍 to have an alternate handle as “eaisalyingcunt”.)
Either way, through these blogs, a number of potential drama bombs that had mostly flown under the radar were dredged up from over the years – some of which were hard to ignore, even for supportive fans. Where to begin?
There was that nonsense in-joke song, captured twice on camera during the 2009 tour (to very little outrage, at the time), crassly called “Manatee Retard”📺. Or EA's scathing response, in print, to a wheelchair user who found it insensitive that she used a bedazzled wheelchair as a prop to do sexy acrobatics on stage. (“Your offence taken at my hard-won self-acceptance proves that I indeed have something to fight against”, she wrote). Spoken word tracks where she made trivializing knock-knock jokes about serious mental illnesses she didn't have, like schizophrenia and OCD. Multiple instances of calling Britney Spears a “bimbo” and a “Hollywood fucked-up”, resentfully claiming that she only shaved her head because she was “hopped up on drugs” and certainly not because she was “bipolar”, a word the press liked to wield as an insult anyway. (“That's almost like calling someone a retard!” Yeah, heaven forbid.) The meanest, most distasteful paragraphs in the book. Basically everything problematic EA had ever said or written.📝 In retrospect, it had been a long time coming, but it was a lot to take in – and certainly more off-putting, even to less emotionally invested fans, than silly lies about her age and last name.
In another wing of Asylum Tumblr, some fans had had it up to here and just wanted to have fun. 🎵 If Plague Rats had learned one valuable lesson from EA, it was how to crack a joke in the face of absurd tragedy – and the general state of the EA fandom certainly warranted a few.
In 2012, Fight Like a Girl was released. After six long years, three of which had been peaceful, the Opheliac era was officially over. The new album and ensuing tour confirmed that the Asylum had entered a process of glamorous Broadway-style militarization. 🎵📺
The mood board was “Roman general meets Vegas showgirl meets Victorian street urchin”.🪞 The color palette was, to naysayers, “musty pink and rotten, stale piss yellow”. 🐀 The keyword was “REVENGE” (through the power of... self-expression! sorority! brutal assault with rusty medical implements!). The chorus of the title song had an intriguing run-on line about getting “revenge on the world, or at least 49% of the people in it” 🎵 – which seemed like an awful lot, and was widely interpreted (to cheers, boos, or uncomfortable sighs) as a misandrist jab at literally all men on Earth.
The show was essentially a demo version of the musical, in that the setlist vaguely reflected the order of events in the story – but prior reading was essential in order to get what the hell was going on on stage. This one Broadway reviewer had not perused the literature before seeing the show 🔍, and hated: the set, the choreography, the skits, the plot, the lyrics, the music, the concept. (Seriously, you should read the review. It's not even my show and I feel like quitting show business.)
Pre-show VIP encounters, now violin-free, were lorded over by EA's new manager🐀, whose official title was “Asylum Headmistress”. (Interesting choice – she sounds fun!) The swag bags were less substantial than before, and the “greet” part of the meet-and-greet was rarely more than a quick hug and photo op.
On Twitter, EA continued to embrace her “I am very badass” fronting attitude...

Often wonder if cyberbullies r aware they’re fucking w/ a girl who’s BFs w/ maker of the SAW films & is marrying a knife-throwing scorpion. (🐀📝)

...and her taste for needlessly inflammatory statements. About an aisle sign in a supermarket:

If this does not infuriate you, then you're a fucking potato.

(Again with the confounding crypto-ableism, EA! 🔍) She also went through a phase of raging against Lady Gaga 📝, who had stolen her idea of using a wheelchair on stage as an able-bodied woman. 🔍 That failed to convince anyone that she wasn't the histrionic diva that haters made her out to be.
Spurred on by EA's rallying cries and “us vs them” mentality, loyalists turned the white-knighting up to 11. On Twitter, some Plague Rats got into cat fights with Lady Gaga's Little Monsters (what a time to be alive). Others tried to balance out the Tumblr negativity with initiatives like “Spreading a Plague of Love” – a “positive-only” confession blog, whose extreme fangirling, comically drastic rules and hyper-defensive tone📝 did not debunk the increasingly popular notion that “true Plague Rats” were a bunch of authoritarian and hopelessly brainwashed fanatics.
EA truthers and other anti-fans started lashing out at anyone who dared express any positive opinion of EA, solidifying claims that the backlash against EA was just a conspiracy of bitter, hysterical bullies.
All this to say: every passing day brought new reasons for fans to get mad at EA and each other, and everyone in the Asylum was in need of a laugh. It's not easy having a good time.🦠
Leading up to Fight Like a Girl and in the years that followed, user-submission-based meme blogs took off, most notably “Spreading a Plague of Lulz / Troll Like a Girl”. A lot of the early submissions were absurdist humor and toothless, cheezburger-Impact memes (a style that was, oddly, already dated at the time). Those often originated in good fun, and from loyal fans, on the official forum. But there was also true snark, satirizing EA's questionable ethics, outrageous claims, and easily spoofed artistic gimmicks. A new slang of Asylumspeak emerged: Glittertits (slight NSFW), GAGA!!, EA Gusta and all its memeface variants, Get outta mah house!, Are You Suffering?, Fight Like A Goat, [Random celebrity] copied EA (a subgenre in its own right), ...
Most of the “trolling” was directed at unrepentant bootlickers and, to a lesser extent, red-in-the-face haters and creeps. Meme blogs would post joke comments under “serious” or gushing submissions on Wayward Victorian Confessions, and taunt loyalist accounts by tagging them in their posts. When a few people complained on WVC that almost all of the Bloody Crumpets to date had been thin white able-bodied women, and a few fans responded by sharing their dream-casts for a more diverse line-up, the blog was flooded for days with confessions that “X should be a Crumpet” (candidates included RuPaul, Mitt Romney, Nicki Minaj, EA's therapist, and the WVC admins). Farcical shenanigans like that.
Ah, but some people will always cross the line, won't they. EA threads popped up on merciless, bully-friendly snark platforms like Lolcow, Pretty Ugly Little Liar, and Encyclopedia Dramatica. Snarkers with a mean streak and obsessive haters mingled in some of the more aggressive, 4-chan-spirited retaliation against EA – which would be called “brigading” in modern parlance. This included flooding EA's Goodreads page with one-star reviews (see part 4), repeatedly editing her Wikipedia page to include her legal name and birth year, and ensuring that Googling said name would bring up current pictures of her.
All of this compounded agitation fragmented the once-united fandom beyond recognition.🦠 Through substantial disagreements among fans, personal bickerings, layers upon layers of inscrutable in-jokes, and cross-platform telephone games, the Asylum morphed into a booby-trapped Escher room.
Satire blogs were taken in earnest. Earnest fan blogs scanned as satire. Memes would get called out as abuse. Appreciation without attached criticism would get mocked as bootlicking. Obvious jokes made by EA would be taken at face value. One divisive confession could trigger days and days of debate, to the point that WVC eventually banned confessions in response to other confessions. New waves of infighting created a confusing web of rival sub-factions🐀, each accusing the others of being toxic, cliquish, and delusional.
The shared fantasy was broken, the collective vision had crumbled, no onez was speaking the same language anymore. Fans would jump down the throat of other fans who held almost identical views about EA, except for that one thing she said or did that one time. Everyone had differing thoughts on what should or shouldn't acceptable to discuss, question, excuse, make fun of.
War is hell.

SCORCHED EARTH SHENANIGANS: HONEY, I SHRUNK THE ASYLUM

Would you tear my castle down Stone by stone And let the wind run through my windows Till there was nothing left But a battered rose? (“Castle Down”, 2003🎵)

Haters vs sycophants is not really the kind of conflict where one side can come out on top (if you're participating, you've already lost). But in the long tug-of-war between “grassroots” and “EA-sponsored” fan spaces, the ultimate winner is obvious – in that the former is gasping in agony, a shriveled husk of its former glory, while the latter... is non-existent. This is due in no small part to EA's tendency, like the Czars of old, to settle conflicts by setting Moscow on fire.🔍)
That's not entirely fair: unlike EA, the czar only did it that once.
By early 2013, as EA was gearing up for her third Fight Like a Girl tour at the end of the year, the official forum was... not as lively as it once had been. Not just because of the stifling rules and disgruntlement towards EA, or because EA herself hadn't really posted anything on there in years; the Internet was also changing, and forums in general were fast becoming passé.
This made it difficult for EA to create a safe space where she could talk to fans, and fans could talk to and about her, in a way she deemed suitable (ie, a space she could gate-keep and regulate enough to keep it completely free from negative criticism). Social media was a minefield; she still posted regularly, but didn't interact very much. So EA and the Headmistress came up with a way to filter out the unbelievers: an official fan club📝, aptly called the “Asylum Army”, with a $100 entry price.
Joining the AA came with a dog tag, a sew-on patch, and a lifetime membership certificate signed by EA and – for some reason – the Headmistress. (Unlike EA's best friend and sound engineer back in the forum's heyday, I don't think fans ever really embraced the FLAG-era manager as part of the Asylum in-group. She came across more as a coordinator / businessperson / adult chaperone, at best.🐀) So, slightly better goodies than you'd get by joining the other AA 🔍 ... but not by much. The main appeal was that members would have access to exclusive content, special merch, giveaways, early bird tickets for future shows, and regular video chats with EA.
The concept itself drew a fair amount of criticism, as you can imagine. Between the name🐀, the price, and the inherent gatekeeping of a pay-to-join fanclub, many balked at the monetizing of a concept that had once (like, three years back) been significantly more DIY, grassroots, and inclusive. 📝🐀
Then again, many also longed for a positive, drama-free space where fans could just be fans. And while the creation of the AA was generally recognized as a quick cashgrab, a lot of people were surprisingly cool with it. EA was trying to finance her dream musical, after all – although a number of fans wished she had gone about raising funds in a less sketchy way.
So around 400 fans shelled out (which, according to the Headmistress📝, “basically cover[ed] the cost of running the fanclub itself – keeping the database up, website, etc.”). Enough for a close-knit, but sizable community. But already, there was a conflict of interest: a high fanclub entry fee essentially demands that you pledge loyalty to the artist over loyalty to your fellow fans, who wish to join but can't afford to. Sharing, caring, and ensuring no one felt left out were some of the more positive values cultivated in the fandom... but leaking exclusive content would surely piss off other paying members🐀, and make EA feel betrayed all over again. (And she had barely just started to mellow out on social media!)
...But then again, this is the internet. After the first month of secret AA drops (lyric sheets, some photoshoot outtakes – nothing too juicy, really), there were, yes, some leaks. EA was predictably miffed, and retaliated by... ghosting the fanclub for weeks at a time in its first few months of existence (great look!). She eventually found the “solution” to her problem, by providing something you couldn't right-click-save (and which had been part of the promised perks to begin with): live interaction.
Over webcam, she was her usual in-person bubbly, charming, funny self. Everyone seemingly had a good time during the fanclub video chat, and this gave people faith and hope.
There were a few more events, giveaways, etc. As promised, ahead of the fall 2013 tour (the last one to date, it would turn out), AA members got priority access to show tickets and VIP bundles. The latter were much pricier than before, and only included soundcheck, a photo-op, and three goodies: a tin of loose-leaf tea, a signed printer-paper setlist, and a small flag that said “F.L.A.G.”.🔍 Some stuff continued to leak – but, as some of the outlaws pointed out (scroll down to the Disqus comments), they were mostly relaying information that was relevant to the entire fanbase, such as updates about ongoing projects (the dragged-out recording of the audiobook, for one).
In early 2014, lifetime memberships were closed, and replaced with monthly, quarterly and yearly subscription tiers. Bizarrely, you ended up paying $3 more per month if you bought a $99 yearly subscription📝 – but it did include the patch, dog tag, and piece of paper!

Sometimes I kind of want to be part of the cool kids and register to the Asylum Army. Then I remember how it came about, what you could get for the same price a couple years ago, how the whole thing was and is handled, and that I won’t support any of this bullshit. (And then I roll around naked in all the money I’m saving.) (🐀)

Still, a number of fans rejoiced at the affordable monthly option, and joined – if not for the exclusive content and merch (which were... okay, but not much to write home about), then for the friendly, drama-free exchanges with an artist they actually did love, in spite of all the frustration.
For the still-too-poor or still-undecided, there was always the forum! It wasn't as active as it used to be, but a few die-hards still managed to keep the lights on... until, inevitably, Someone Did Something and Ruined Everything. (Once again: EA's wrath is spectacular, but rarely completely unprovoked.) The incident features one notable figure in the Asylum community. Let's call him the Collector.
OK, so maybe you remember the meme I linked to in Part 4, with Christian Grey and the ginormous EA hoard. Well, that's the Collector's collection. The “Violin” promo that I called the "Holy Grail of the fandom" in the same paragraph? Also his. The handwritten lyrics that went for $940? Guess who won that auction. Over the years, the Collector had probably spent five figures on EA merch and shows, and although that fact was a little unsettling, he was a very active, easy-going, and generally well-liked fixture of the fandom.
One day in 2012, shortly after the Headmistress had replaced EA's old Chicago BFF as main forum admin, the Collector's account got banned or restricted over something dumb. When the ban wasn't lifted as quickly as he hoped, he took it... the way one takes things when one is unhealthily invested: he started spamming Headmistress and the mod team with increasingly rambling and abusive emails (lost to time, probably for the best). When that didn't work quickly enough, he tried a different route.
One of the many auctions that the Collector had won, some years prior, was EA's old iPod Touch📝 – which contained all of her favorite tunes and, buried somewhere in the data cache... a phone number. Which the Collector tried calling. And wouldn't you know it: EA picked up. She congratulated him on his sleuthing skills, listened patiently as he made his case, apologized for any distress caused by the unfair account restriction, and then they got married.
Kidding! She freaked the fuck out, hung up, and banned him for life from the forum and all EA shows and events.
After his ban, the Collector allegedly still tried to attend at least one VIP pre-show (one source in the comments says he was allowed to buy some merch, refunded for his ticket, and escorted out). He joined the Reform forum to bitch about EA and try to rally people to his cause, possibly made revenge posts about her on darker snark forums, and continued to hound the Asylum mod team. So in June 2014, EA came up with a radical and unexpected fix to the Collector problem.

The official Asylum Fan Forum has been shut down permanently. I have personally paid thousands of dollars each year to keep the forum safe and secure for you ... Unfortunately, the forum has not been kept safe and secure for me, a truth which disappoints me greatly, instead becoming a place where people who have physically threatened myself and my staff prey upon forum members, pressuring them to contact me and my staff on their behalf. If the gullible wish to humor my stalkers (who live in their parent’s basement at age 30 something) and thus put me in danger, they may do it on their own dime. They may also fuck off, because stupidity can kill, and I won’t be your victim. To those who enjoyed the forum, you know who to thank for its closure. (“On the closing of the Asylum Forum”)

Voilà! This is how a decade-long archive of shared history ends: not with a bang, but with a dirty delete and a sod-off communiqué.
The obliteration of the forum took everyone by surprise...

I was actually on the forum when it was taken down. I was navigating between posts and when I went to click on a different board, an error message came up. I honestly cried a little, I'm not ashamed to say. (WVC admin on Reddit, 2024)

...and I do mean everyone:

Chicago BFF / ex-admin, the next morning: Whoa, EA forum shut down? Ex-mod: It turns out that if someone spends enough years actively “waging war” to destroy what they can’t have, eventually they’ll be successful. * eye roll * Not even mods got prior warning. Just all the sudden, poof, gone. BFF: Really? She did not let the moderators know?! This is sounding worse and worse. Uggh. I’m so sorry. Such a loss. (...) Ok, threats are serious, but why not just put it in archive mode so no one can post? (...) Sad. I shall light a candle in the forum's honor. (Facebook posts; scroll down for screenshots)

It was a gut punch, especially for people who had poured countless hours into the community, or could have used some prior warning to save years of their own writing from the role-playing threads. One last chance to take a look around the place that had meant so much to so many.

From the wording of the announcement of closing the forum and a number of other things, it sometimes seems like EA doesn't like her fans much. :/ (🐀)

Three months after the forum was nuked, Battered Rose (a venerable EA fansite, which had been around since the Enchant era and had one of the most complete EA galleries online) announced that it was shutting down too.📝 The admin, who had also been a long-time forum mod, cited a lack of “time, energy, passion, or money” to keep the website going... and being upset at the sudden disappearance of the forum. It was, truly, the end of an era for the Asylum.
...Well, no point in living in the past. For those who could afford it, and still wanted to talk to/about EA after that (not everyone did 🐀), there was always the Asylum Army fanclub!
Over the summer of 2014, EA held regular live chats and Q&A's, and... many attendees really enjoyed them, and thought the AA was well worth the money after all. She also quietly parted ways with the much poo-pooed Headmistress around that time.

Just spent over 4 hours giggling, drinking tea and playing guessing games in chat with EA and other Asylum Army members ... No griping, no downers, just lots of fun. I think I like the way the ‘new fandom’ is going and now I’m really glad I finally decided to join the Army. (September 4, 2014🐀; Battered Rose had closed the day before)

The forum was lost forever, but perhaps that was a chance for a fresh start. Could this fanclub thing really be the Asylum Renaissance that fans had been longing for?

...I have come today to a very difficult but necessary decision, and that is to discontinue the Emilie Autumn Official Fanclub. The site itself, and the community chatroom, will remain open to you indefinitely, but I will no longer be making updates to the site. (Newsletter, September 8, 2014📝)

...Never mind, then.
Turns out the fanclub had been the Headmistress' idea all along. EA had been reluctant from the start, and although she really enjoyed the live chats with a safe community of people “who are there for the right reasons”, she couldn't overcome her fundamental discomfort with the concept. Lifetime and regular members would receive a bunch of digital downloads and a -35% coupon on the Asylum Emporium for their troubles. EA said she would definitely pop back once in a while for live chats, for free, just for fun, but to my knowledge, she never did.
And so the most devoted fans were left standing in the rain...

She is happy, she made it. She is fulfilling her dreams, found love and happiness after all the pain. I understand that she now doesn’t need “us” anymore ... That doesn’t change the fact she broke my heart with taking the Asylum Army and the forum from me. Yet, I am happy for her. (🐀)

...while naysayers pointed and laughed, Nelson-style.🦠

I don’t feel sorry at all for the people that paid for the Asylum Army fan club. Most of them knew that EA is an atrocious business woman and has broken many promises before. In fact, I laugh at them. They seriously thought that EA would actually stay consistent with this? (🐀)

EVERYTHING MUST GO: THE ASYLUM WHOLESALE

EA fans were left without an “official” home for about three years. This gave them plenty of time to be annoyed at EA for: not releasing the audiobook on time, not materializing any new project for a while... and the new sin of peddling random, ridiculously marked-up AliBaba jewelry as “merch” on her official store. Think faux-antique cameo pendants and $30 Big Ben rings (...because the Asylum story is set in London, get it?).

The whole accessories section looks like a tacky overpriced English souvenir shop. (🐀)

The fanbase lost a lost of steam in those in-between years, because there wasn't much to stick around for. As evidenced by the positive reception of the AA live chats, even in the midst of unresolved drama, out-loud interactions in a friendly environment have always been EA's saving grace. Considering the amount of online hate, there are shockingly few accounts of bad IRL encounters with EA: most people say that in live conversation, she comes across as a fun, warm, and genuinely sweet person. Some report that their negative opinion shifted after meeting her.
But there were no chats or live shows anymore. There was only social media, where she ignored questions and vague-posted about overdue projects – and the newsletter📝, which was all saccharine love-bombing to promote bland dropshipped trinkets. For fans who remembered the handcrafted merch (and two-way communication) of the early years, it was a bitter pill to swallow.

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I grew up in a christian family. Without any holy spirit interaction and without any repentance i claim myself to be saved. When i was (17f) i use to envy alot my friends who were in a relationship so i use to pray alot to have a relationship and i made a promise to God that i would not fornicate and all just to let me have bf, but not even 1 month in a relationship i was the one initiating the fornication as time pass we grew up and things was going smooth but we could not align each other. And after seeing others pursuing godly relationship i have this envious thought that i too want a godly man. So i talk to him about stopping pre marital sex but he was not willing. And also i use to regret about vowing to God about not to fornicate after reading ecclesiates 5:4 When you make a promise to God, don’t delay in following through, for God takes no pleasure in fools. Keep all the promises you make to him. So i prayed a prayer about repentance and again we did that sin right after that. Since after falling into sin i had a bad anxiety with intrusive thoughts about God abandoning me and nothing work out with my bf since after that so we had to broke up and God freed me from lustful sin. And now I (30f) single. Now I receive Jesus as my lord and saviour Now i am giving into my career but i dont know if its the lord or my thought telling me to leave my career or leave everything behind for God sake and to take another path like missionary and the spirit of rebellious has been disturbing me to not obey God. And i have been suffering intrusive thoughts since my anxiety that i was suffering which i mention above. I really want to pursue in my career i want this so badly but at the same time i know its a stupid thing to go against Gods will. Sometimes the anger inside of me use to be mad at God but i know thats not me. But i really want your help is God just testing me or seriously calling me out of my career? I am afraid if he is calling and i dont listen i will not end up well in earth or after death. I am really scared of the consequences of not obeying God. Having all this thought i cannot study and my exam is very near. Please help me 🙏

Sorry for this why I am always stopped in the comments of different apps especially tiktok telling me "Have you ever got education", "Are you dense/Smooth Brainer?", "First grader"?
How I am supposed to know who's George Washington or Some random politicion and historical person from Europe?
A girl on tiktok she's a blasian and she got hate for wearing Soviet Union pin, (she made apology video where she has no idea what the logo is).
When I asked about why it's bad, I got much comments telling me I am stupid, I am little kid should give their phone back mommy and etc.
I am literally 19 going to 20 2nd year of Biochemistry. I have passed school long years ago. But where I live? I live in Japan.
We don't study about what happened in Europe during 1st or 2nd World wars, we have our own history to study. If I asked the same people who attacked me about defining yamato period they won't even take time to tell me they aren't from same country as mine.
OK, we would hear about big events that we didn't study in school all over the internat like the man who got rejected from art school. We don't study about him in school but we atleast once knew and got told about how he make it big in history books unfortunately.
Not everyone take same history or geography or language. YOU CAN'T MAKE FUN OF MY ENGLISH GRAMMAR MISTAKE WHEN ENGLISH IS YOUR FIRST LANGUAGE WHILE SECOND TO ME.
I am so mad about interacting or seeing this topic around me..

So I just finished the book and wanted to offer my thoughts on the somewhat confusing ending that occurred. I’m not stating these as fact, just how I interpreted the events.
Spoilers ahead (I don’t know how to block spoilers on mobile so forgive me!)
>! saw some people questioning why the Atlas Six didn’t just kill Dalton to appease the archives, especially after he “snapped.” I was thinking that killing Dalton would be the solution too, but I realized that he technically isn’t one of the six in their cohort, so it might not count.!<
I also think to solve the issue of owing the archives a body, Nico died bc he was objectively the only person in the cohort that everyone liked to a certain degree (Reina just wouldn’t admit it until too late) and Libby knew the archives would want a BIG sacrifice (something something about the arrow striking most true). Parisa almost offered herself up to be slaughtered, and it probably could’ve worked, but it wouldn’t have been as heavy to the characters so the archives wouldn’t have gotten as much out of it. I do feel like if Nico was the one to be sacrificed, then it could’ve been done in a vastly different way. I still can’t decide if Libby went into the experiment knowing she would probably kill him, or if she was so confident it would work until it didnt that she had to make a snap judgement. I don’t think she truly hated him, every character suffers from unreliable narrating and we have to draw a lot of their true feelings from their interactions with other characters.
Libby is a nuke gaining speed and heading for destruction, and after killing Ezra and Atlas, Parisa can see that Libby is filled with the sure fire determination of a despot, someone who thinks they’re so right they’ll betray whoever is in their way because they assume their way is the best way. She goes a little mad and paranoid, and it’s a tragedy because it takes killing her soulmate to make her stop. If she hadn’t, she would just become another Ezra, or Atlas, or Nothazai, which is why Parisa wanted to kill her.
And I think the reason we see Nico in Gideon’s dream realm is that the archives preserved some of Nico’s magic and “essence” (Dalton alluded to the archives making copies of them) and that is who Gideon sees. Gideon compares this version of Nico to previous times he’s s hung out with Nico in dreams and sees that this is something different. So in a way, I think Nico is living on.
The appearance of Callum’s hair in the security cameras has me a little stumped: I think that could be read several ways. I initially thought that it was Callum walking into Wessex building bc of the exaggerated swagger and confidence (and sunglasses) the character possessed. And the way Tristan was speaking to James, I then assumed it was Callum disguised as Tristan via a charm. I now think Callum’s personality has just rubbed off on him.
I thought that perhaps Tristan had chosen a timeline where Callum lived, and we see Callum backing him up in the building by cutting the cameras, but that doesn’t seem like Callum’s style. I feel like he would make himself more apparent. That whole multiverse part during Tristan’s chapter honestly just told me that worlds exist where in some capacity these characters are happy(happier) so even if Callum is truly dead in this timeline then…at least there’s that small comfort. But yeah I still don’t know. Ghost?
Parish’s relationship with her husband confused me. I’m unsure of the dynamic- I thought he abused her, but he also really loved her and Parisa regretted that she couldn’t return those feelings? I could be very wrong on that observation, from the first books I thought Parisa greatly disliked him but to me, this book says she still harbors feelings for him. I might’ve missed some nuance there, or such complexity might not exist…if anyone has any further clarification, plz lemme know.
I also think, after reading the afterword, that the “point” of these characters’ arcs is largely about dealing with the corruption that comes with the pursuit of power, and realizing that chasing that power doesn’t make you any bigger than anyone else. All of them hold lofty ideals and expectations of themselves (even past the depression and self loathing) that have only grown and grown as the books progress, but this last act basically sees all of them fail where it matters most. They are brought low by their own hubris and lack of communication, and the relationships they cherish most suffer because of it. There are a lot of themes regarding the futility of doing so much to change the world, and these guys have sacrificed so much to do that and reach their potential. But in the end, they’re just small, lonely creatures who need eachother. Reina’s arc expressed this most clearly, by her depending on Callum to influence people, and anguish at losing Nico before they could reconcile. But also, her whole story fell flat in this book to me…she was very underutilized. Tristan is similar as he laments always standing by to witness tragedy unfolding and doing nothing to stop it (ie he witnessed Ezra and Atlas dying, Nico, and finally Callum.)
Some people definitely could’ve been more fleshed out (namely Dalton imo) but I enjoyed the interludes where we got to see more of Atlas’ past. Ilegit hadn’t clocked that he was dead until it was explicitly stated near the end. I thought he would appear to yell at everyone to work together…but he’s lowkey the most tragic one of all.
. Out of the three in the series, this is my least favorite book, but there were still moments I thoroughly enjoyed (honestly anytime Tristan and Callum interacted). I wish there was more to tighten up some of the big loose ends. I think the first two acts can be saved, but the last portion got sloppy.
But what do you think? And what other big questions are you left with?

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I’ve installed Mad Gods and it looks good, I love the texture overhauls to a lot of items.
However, I have a few issues, I play seated, and using FRIK I raised the camera height, but this lost my grip on the gun and the gun floats outside of my hand, is there anyway to fix this?
Secondly, I get an error on the Map in the PipBoy, something along the lines of ‘FallUI 3.0 missing’?
Thirdly, the labels for picking things up are in the middle of the guns, I remember there may have been a .ini change to rectify this?
Nearly finally, using a Q3 and VD would open composite be the best performance setting?
Finally, what other mods would people add to this, it seems a lot lighter than Ginga’s Essentials, who is great, but that did seem to run quite well and not have some of the issues described above.

Hello, i'm going to download the voyage modlist, it has almost everything you'd want in a load order. I do however want to download some additional mods for rp and immersion, animation mods like immersive interactions and emote. Also maybe some npc behaviour mods and definitively dealing with backstories. I have a little know-how when it comes to load orders and such but not enough to modify such a carefully constructed modlist so i'd appreciate any feedback.
Thank you in advance! :)

In the heart of Chicago, where the skyline pierced the heavens and the streets pulsed with life, there lived a man named Victor Kane. At 26 years old and a startling 6'3" in stature, Victor commanded attention effortlessly. His piercing gaze seemed to see through the very fabric of one's soul, and his knowing, flirtatious smirk hinted at secrets that few could ever fathom. Victor was a man of many faces, each one carefully crafted and expertly worn to blend into any situation, like a chameleon adapting to its surroundings. Each interaction with another human was as if it were another painting to be hung in the Art Institute of Chicago, a masterpiece of social maneuvering and charm.
To most, he appeared unremarkable, perhaps even a bit dim, an illusion he maintained with meticulous precision. Yet beneath this facade lay a mind as sharp as a dagger, honed by years of strategic thinking, manipulation, and the art of emotional deceit. Victor had learned from the best. His father, a man deeply entrenched in the shadowy world of organized crime, had mastered the art of bending reality to his will. A master chess player, he treated people like pieces on a grand chessboard, moving them at his whim, always six steps ahead. Victor had absorbed these lessons like a sponge, his young mind eagerly soaking up every tactic, every subtle nuance of control.
Battles with his father have left their scars, trailing off Victor like a snake's entrails as they slither through crowded streets, scanning for their next meal. They probe the aura of each passerby, tasting their energy, yet to their disappointment, they find no juicy, dirt-filled sponge of pain and suffering. They taste desires, yet nothing hits just right. Empty husks, devoid of the essence they crave. Living memories enshroud him in a cloud of black smoke, a spectral fog visible only to a witch. A demon, masquerading as a homeless man and muttering incoherent whispers, feels the snake's embrace tighten around him. He halts abruptly, turning to Victor with a knowing gaze. 'I see you,' he murmurs, 'Such discipline and composure may deceive the others, yet it's only a matter of time before they find you.' The homeless man continues his walk, pulling a black suitcase along, his tattered white shirt contrasting sharply with his black suit, and no tie to complete the ensemble.
Victor makes no comment, his mind a labyrinth of dark intentions and calculated moves. He viewed the world as a malleable entity, something he could shape and twist to suit his needs. The streets, the people, the very air he breathed; they were all part of a grand, intricate game where he alone held the key. He had no qualms about using others to achieve his goals, seeing them as mere tools in his grand design. It was a dangerous philosophy, one which required constant vigilance and adaptability. As he moved through the throngs of oblivious souls, he could almost hear the whispers of their deepest fears and hidden sins. The scars trailed behind him, living entities of their own, reaching out hungrily, desperate for a morsel of genuine suffering. Yet the city, with all its noise and chaos, offered little more than hollow echoes and fleeting shadows. Traces of happiness. Lost children in the never ending void of their own desperation. Victor's eyes flickered with a cold, calculating light. He was a master of this urban jungle, a predator in search of worthy prey. The demon’s warning lingered in his mind, yet it only fueled a burning hunger. He thrived in the shadows, where power and control were his for the taking. Each step he took was a step closer to his ultimate end goal, a twisted vision of dominance, only he could see.
In the distance, the city’s lights shimmered like false promises, yet Victor knew better. Beneath the surface, in hidden corners and forgotten alleys, darkness mirrored his own. In this abyss, he felt certain he would find what he sought: the true essence of his own hunger, the raw, unfiltered energy he could devour. Victor thrived on the underestimation of others, reveling when people perceived him as lesser. Such perceptions made his manipulations appear as innocent mistakes, acts of ignorance and oblivion. His favorite targets: those with inflated egos, individuals convinced of their invincibility.
"A person with a big ego is like an orgasm," he often mused, speaking as if to his shadow. "It's just so easy. Their first mistake: telling me we're not equals. Afterward, they reveal all the buttons and levers in their psyche. They hand me their own weapon on a silver platter, asking, 'Victor, please send me to meet Anpu. Please show me the gates of my own demise.' Their insanity begs to be freed from this curse of societal norms. Always the first mistake, then the rest follow." Laughter echoed from the snakes twining around Victor. As he whispered these musings, the words ensnared a group of Venezuelans nearby, inciting them into a frenzy of violence without understanding the spark. Victor watched, casually tossing a silver dollar their way as if to say, "Welcome to the sanctuary," his smirk a shadow under the flickering streetlights. He calls to the boys, 'there now before you boys get into trouble remember this, you're only seeing the lions teeth, yet you haven't seen what triggered it.' They stared at Victor, startled, as he bid them farewell with a two-finger salute from his left temple and continued wandering down the street.
A drone sliced through the air, its camera lens capturing the serpentine twists of the Chicago River below. Victor, watching its flight, was transported to his youth, to days spent cobbling together a demonic owl from discarded household trinkets and an owl decoy. He would pilot this macabre creation through his neighborhood, a spectral puppeteer orchestrating nocturnal ballets which both delighted and unnerved his unsuspecting audience. A sinister grin unfurled across his lips, a shadow's whisper, as memories of those simple machines mingled with the sophisticated arsenal he commanded today. In the digital age, Victor had become a maestro of manipulation, his tools refined yet no less mischievous. Social media platforms were his stage, targeted advertisements and spoofed numbers his actors, each one playing their part in his grand, deceptive symphony. With the deftest touch, he planted seeds of doubt, spun webs of misinformation, transforming allies into adversaries, stitching chaos into the fabric of daily lives with mere whispers masquerading as shouts. His schemes were crafted with such subtlety, woven so seamlessly into the warp and weft of reality, that his victims believed themselves architects of their own undoing.
The crowning jewel of his current machinations was a prototype drone, a whimsical homage to the contraptions of his youth yet imbued with the precision of modern technology. This drone, engineered to navigate from the chilly confines of his refrigerator to the steamy oasis of his rooftop hot tub, was a testament to his technical acumen. Crafted to be mended with mere baubles from any corner hardware store, it stood as a symbol of practical genius, a playful yet potent emblem of his enduring craft.
Victor glimpsed a universe of possibilities within this project, each drone a seed from which new opportunities might bloom. "Perhaps I could craft a model for a dive shop in Australia," he mused. "A sentinel to monitor the slow dance of decay among the coral reefs." Such a gift could forge pathways, perhaps even secure an internship, an opportunity to wield his 417 subclass visa before its flame flickered out. The prospect of traversing Australia's vast landscapes, of weaving his influence through uncharted territories and minds, sparked a thrill within him. Beyond the realm of circuitry and code, Victor possessed a profound mastery over the human psyche. He had the uncanny ability to read individuals, to delve into the murky depths of their insecurities and desires. With the finesse of a sculptor, he could mold a woman’s perception, convincing her of a soul-deep connection, crafting mirages of perfect compatibility. Yet, for all his prowess in the art of deception, Victor adhered to his own strict code. He eschewed physical violence, never staining his hands with assault; his dominion was the mind, his influence woven through the delicate fabric of psychology.
In Chicago's suffocating underbelly, Victor's father regarded him not with paternal concern, rather with venomous animosity. Their relationship was a battleground, devoid of affection or empathy, cloaked threats masquerading as concern. "Victor, if you don't see a psychiatrist, I'm cutting you off," he declared, his voice a cold hiss, a deeper wish for Victor's demise lurking beneath. Victor's laugh, hollow, echoing through the night, a sound devoid of warmth, knew well the true nature of the psychiatrist and the deeper machinations of his father's cruel intentions. His father viewed him not as a son, yet as a nemesis, a presence he wished to erase from existence. Surrounded by the oppressive cityscape, Victor stood alone atop his building, the L line screeching past, the lights below mere distant, watchful eyes. "Tomorrow, I bend reality once more," he whispered into the void, his voice merging with the cold wind sweeping the rooftops.
The relentless pursuit of his father's malice shadowed him into the darkest city corners where shadows moved with intent, whispering of ancient, sinister forces. Here, in the corner of his eyes an oozing of black liquid drenched an alley, a tar monster, a grotesque manifestation of the city’s darkest secrets, its gnarled face and gleaming teeth mirroring the twisted relationship endured. Against a backdrop of a city thrumming with malevolent energy, Victor pondered the fragile line between delusion and reality. "It's only delusional till it works, so is it really delusional?" he mused aloud, his words dissipating into the night where the distinction between madness and genius blurred by darkness.
Retreating from the alley, his figure melded into the shadows, each step deliberate, burdened with the weight of a cursed legacy. He was acutely aware of his dual role, both manipulator and pawn in a grander, more malevolent game, a game orchestrated by forces predating the city itself. Every movement influenced by the sinister energy pervading Chicago, a legacy of corruption and darkness intertwined with his own existence. Victor understood his every action overseen by the ancient entity had taken interest in him, an entity finding delight in his struggle, offering protection at a dreadful cost.
Emerging from the shadows back into the flickering city lights, Victor found no solace in the illumination yet his smile stretched reaching his eyes showing his gleaming razor sharp teeth. These lights did not offer hope only humor; they were beacons of a foreboding reality. He resolved to continue bending reality, wielding the cursed power both protecting, ensnaring him, and pointing out the irony of his situation. Day after day, he would play this dark game, a master of deceit entwined with an ancient force more profound and sinister than any could fathom.
With one final, lingering look at the alley where darkness reigned supreme, Victor Kane laughed, a hollow echo fading as he stepped into the nearby pub. Inside, the warm glow contrasted starkly with the night's chilling embrace, yet the shadows seemed merely to lurk at the edges, waiting. At their usual spot by the worn bar, he found Billy Smith, his old high school Basketball teammate, with two pints of beer ready. They clinked glasses, the sound slicing through the hum of conversations around them. "To the unexpected," Victor intoned, his voice laced with a hint of irony. As they settled into the rhythm of their catch-up, the conversation inevitably turned toward the unfolding news, the war in Ukraine, an event that had caught the world off guard.
"No one ever saw it coming," Billy remarked, his tone a mix of wonder and concern.
Victor's eyes flickered with a dark amusement, and raising his glass again, he offered a toast, this time in Latin, a language that carried the weight of history and secrets. "Ad profundis malorum," he declared, which translated to 'To the depths of evils.'
Billy paused, the words hanging between them like a veil being slowly drawn back to reveal a hidden scene. The toast was enigmatic, resonant with Victor’s acknowledgment of the chaos brewing both near and far, a chaos that, perhaps, only he could navigate.
As the night deepened within the grimy confines of the pub, where every corner whispered of misdeeds and the air hung heavy with the scent of stale beer and lost hopes, the laughter and chatter provided a deceptive cover for the profound game silently playing in Victor’s mind. His cryptic toast, "Ad profundis malorum," echoed a darker undertone amidst the jovial noise.
Across the bar, a woman with long jet black hair and piercing grey eyes watched Victor. Clad in a striking red full-grain leather trench coat, her presence was undeniably conspicuous, yet paradoxically, she remained unnoticed. Despite her short stature, she was fit, her features sharply defined, an attractiveness seemingly almost otherworldly amidst the grime of the pub. Curiously, not even the barkeep spared her a glance, as if she existed in a separate realm, visible only to those she chose to confront. As Billy excitedly shared his plans to open a dive shop with a taco bar on the roof, the woman’s lips moved in a whisper, her voice a soft, clear bell in the din, carrying a dire warning. "I know what you are. We found you." At that moment, a flashback surged through Victor’s mind, a haunting image of a colonial girl he once saw in the Fraser Experimental Forest. His girlfriend at the time had turned to him, her voice tinged with unease. "Victor, do you see what I see? The girl? Yeah, the girl. I can feel something following us. As if it knows what we are yet won't approach, yet I can feel it." This vivid recollection now seemed a prelude to the current moment, a chilling reminder the forces he had glimpsed back then were the same now declaring their presence.
The evening wound down with plans made and stories shared, yet the woman’s prophetic words and the ghostly memory of the girl hung unseen in the air, portending looming confrontations between the light she embodied and the shadow following Victor Kane. As the patrons began to drift away, the shadows reclaiming their territory within the pub, the mysterious woman’s figure faded into the background, her message delivered, her purpose yet unclear but undoubtedly intertwined with Victor’s fate.
The end.

Man…while I totally understand that they pretty much had to axe Mike, in today’s culture, plenty of people would’ve put their feet to the fire until they let him go anyways, but it really sucks, ever since he left it’s painfully obvious Bimmy has ZERO chemistry with the screenwave people, and he never had it to begin with.
The podcast was the most blatant example, but every time they did one of those rental reviews, the pitiful excuse of monster madness with sponsors all over and a random Screenwave co-host, 90% of Bimmy’s input was “uh-uh” “yeah” “umm, yeah” or some such other non-comments.
I just watched the Batman ‘66 blu ray review with him and Mike, and they can honestly sit and discuss even the most mundane shit for quite a while even without a script and it flows just fine, they’ve always had very similar interests, and even talk over each other with the exact same thought a few times in videos like this.
It’s also painfully obvious nowadays that Mike was the real AVGN the whole time, not that that’s anything new as Mike has pretty much told everyone as much. As stupid as his humor could be sometimes, he made early AVGN great.
It’s honestly sad watching modern AVGN because Bimmy is very clearly sick to death of this character and would much rather do Rex viper shit or talk about movies/music far more than video games.
There have been HINTS of good content over the years, but I can’t stand watching anything with Bimmy and another co-host unless it’s heavily scripted. All he does is struggle to come up with a single contribution to the conversation and seems rushed/disinterested.
I think the saddest part about all this, is that Bimmy and Mike could legitimately sit and talk for 20 minutes and get 155K views per video. The monster madness videos from the late 2000s with 3-4 minutes of footage and commentary did super well, he put in significantly LESS effort in the past and got equivalent views to the sponsored garbage they’re putting out now. Maybe he would have an ounce of fucking time if they simplified things. He never needed Screenwave to come in and “modernize” things, unless the finances were even more ruinous from the movie than we realize.

Hi all :)
So, I'm finally trying to play Fallout New Vegas with mods, but the biggest issue I've been having is the way controls are implemented when using a controller. I'm using the Dynamic Controller and Controller Support NVSE mods to try to help with this, and while they do solve some of my issues, I'm still running into a number of problems. For example, I would like to be able to both reload and interact by using the X button on the controller. However, I can't seem to get it to work properly; the best I've been able to get is that pressing X while weapons are holstered interacts and pressing X while weapons are out reloads, but I can't interact with NPCs/objects while my weapons are out.
Another problem arises from Just Assorted Mod's "Weapon Hweel" option. For some reason, there's no way to only bring up the weapon wheel when I hold a button; the wheel comes up either when pressing or holding the button, which means I can't use that button (in my case Y) for both the weapon wheel and another function. I've tried to work around this by setting Weapon Hweel to work with left alt and using Dynamic Controller to make a long-press emulate the left alt button, but that literally does nothing.
Can anyone help me figure this out? Is there some way to modify the controls in the game's filles themselves (for instance, to decouple "reload" from being the same button as "holster")? Or maybe there's a better weapon wheel mod out there, or other mods or programs that would make the game work better with a controller?
I know this is a niche concern, but I've been using a controller for video games my whole life, and I'll honestly probably just give up on the game if I can't play it with a controller.

Vi har en nedlagt landbrugsejendom langt ude i Udkantsdanmark. En del af ejendommen grænser op mod et af landets største sommerhusområder. Vores eng grænser op mod ca. 2ha, som i arealplanen er godkendt til sommerhusbebyggelse, men det er nok noget der har lange udsigter. Grunden ejes af et ejendomsfirma i København.
På grunden har bjørneklo spredt sig med voldsom fart. Da vi overtog vores ejendom for 5 år siden, var der måske nogle få planeter på grunden. Nu er det omtrent 2ha tætbevokset med 3-4 meter høje bjørneklo. Vores udfordring er at vi bruger engen som grænser op til dette areal, til at producere hø til vinterfoder til vores dyr. Jeg så de første bjørneklo på vores eng sidste år, og jeg fjernede dem med håndkraft. I år er problemet meget større, og mindst et par hundrede planter har slået rod. Hvis dette fortsætter, kan vi simpelthen ikke bruge høet fra engen til foder længere, og vi står uden mad til dyrene til vinter.
Jeg har været i kontakt med grundejer adskillige gange, men de kører den arrogante vi-er-fra-byen-og-ved dermed bedst linje, og de er i bund og grund pisse ligeglade. Jeg har også været i kontakt med kommunen, som siger lige ud at de simpelthen ikke har resurser til at følge den slags sager op. Kommunen har lovhjemmel til at gøre bekæmpelsen på ejers regning og risiko, men det ligger i kortene at kommunen ikke er sulten på en retssag med et privat firma fra København, som har adgang til dyre advokater og en stor krigskasse. Så her står sagen; Grundejer skider på sit ansvar fordi det ikke har nogen konsekvenser, og vi står med et betydelig problem, som gør at vi ikke længere selv kan dyrke hø til vores dyr.
Hvad skal man gøre i en sådan situation? Loven er på vores side, så jeg kunne måske politianmelde grundejer, men jeg tvivler på at det har nogen effekt. Jeg kunne også bare selv gøre bekæmpelsen, og fakturere grundejeren de 38.100kr. pr. ha, som loven sætter som maksimal udgift til bekæmpelse, men det har jeg ikke lovhjemmel til, og grundejer vil selvfølgelig nægte at betale og før jeg ved af det, bliver jeg sikkert politianmeldt for at tage mig til rette på anden mands ejendom.

I (20F) met a guy (21M) on Omegle last year. Initially, he talked a lot about his ex-girlfriend and how much he missed her, which confused me because he also mentioned having a crush on a girl from his college, but I didn't think much about it. We added each other on Instagram, and he'd randomly flirt with me. I wasn't interested, so I'd brush him off, but he'd send me blurry selfies and call me when he was drinking with friends.
One day, he asked if I'd date him or if he was my type. I said I didn't see him that way, but maybe if he were in my city, I might consider going out with him. He still continued to talk a lot about his ex, and I just let him rant, seeing him as just a friend.
Later, his behavior changed. He started texting me all day, saving my snaps, and updating me about his mundane activities. He even said he was studying hard to get a job in my city so we could meet. I laughed it off, thinking he was joking.
One night, while drunk, he told me he had feelings for me. I dismissed it, thinking he was just drunk. But a few days later, he confessed again, saying he couldn't stop thinking about me. I told him I didn't feel the same way and that he might still be confusing his feelings because of his ex. He insisted he was over her since we started talking, which wasn't very convincing as he used to talk about her any chance he'd get.
Since then, he'd get mad if I posted stories with my guy friends or don't reply to him on time and left him on seen if I'm in class. I felt guilty and explained things to him just because I didn't feel the same way, and I did not want to hurt him, but it became exhausting. He even asked if I might change my mind in the future. I told him I wasn't sure and suggested we take a break from talking, but he refused, saying he couldn't go a day without speaking to me.
He accused me of giving him false hope and flirting back when I was just being nice. I felt guilty for unintentionally hurting him, but I knew I'd never seen him as more than a friend. I even wonder if he actually has feelings for me or is just settling for what's convenient because he knows he can't get his ex back.
When a guy tells me everything he did with his ex, it's practically impossible for me to develop feelings for him. I'm worried about how to handle this when I start liking someone else and he's adamant about staying in touch and was planning to come meet me even after we had this conversation. I still think he believes that one day I'll change my mind and I'm sure he is wasting his time waiting for me
How do I deal with this?
TL;DR: Met a guy on Omegle who initially talked about his ex a lot. We became friends, but now he has feelings for me. I don't feel the same, but he insists on staying in touch and gets upset if I interact with other guys. Not sure how to handle this situation.

I'm well aware this argument is often misused by bigots as a dog whistle. I tried to be as clear as possible that I am an ally and a member of the LGBTQIA+ community myself.
Under a recent hot comic on comics, I said:

I'm bi and 100% an ally to trans people.
Separately, I'm against any unfair advantage in sports. Whether that's steroids, an inability to create lactic acid, that gene that makes your muscles denser and easier to form, or having gone through male puberty and later participating in women's sports.
But to clarify, I would say this only applies to sports that are primarily about physical strength rather than skill. Any kind of race, weightlifting, and the like. Sports where you are not interacting with the opponent.
I ran cross country. The boys and girls who were at a similar level did the exact same training. But the boys always had faster times. Yeah, the top girls will beat most boys, but we're talking about the winners. And in that regard the fastest men's mile in the world beats the fastest women's by 24 seconds. It's simply not fair to cis women.
The argument you posed here is a nonsense one. That people with an unfair advantage may not be number one right away doesn't mean their advantage was meaningless. Barry Bonds didn't automatically have the home run record once he started steroids.

Which still has 428 upvotes, on a sub where it absolutely would have been downvoted if the majority opinion was that I were being bigoted.
And yet, the mods banned me for it. I tried to explain in the mod mail that I didn't break their rules, and they responded with, "except for the one about bigotry," and a mute. Nevermind that it clearly didn't, otherwise they would have gotten my account totally banned since it's a site-wide rule, but when I could respond, I did:

To be clear, my comment was not hateful. I even clarified as much to start. I am entirely in support of trans people's identities and rights. What I was basing my stance on was information I gathered from google scholar.
https://scholar.google.com/scholar?hl=en&as_sdt=0 %2C5&q=trans+muscle strength&btnG=&oq= trans+muscle+
https://bjsm.bmj.com/content/55/15/865/
https://academic.oup.com/jcem/article/105/3/e805 /5651219
Which, albeit limited, does show that MtF retain a level of muscle strength higher than cis woman, though lower than before they started HRT. I was having productive discussions in the replies, and was entirely open to changing my stance if presented with conflicting data.

To which the mod only responded:

Oh great, you're doubling down on your fascist hatespeech in my modmail.
Here is the only reason people are attacking trans sports players: Fascism.
There is no other reason. This is not up for debate

So I'm just wondering, AITAH here?

I, (24F) want to leave my boyfriend (26M) but I don’t know how to go about it. What can I do to get out of this mess?
I met my boyfriend H when we were 18 and 19 respectively. We met in highschool officially but never really interacted until after graduation. A mutual friend of mine dated H before but they had a really bad breakup, and when I started dating H, I lost several friends over that. Things were great for a few years minus the few common early adult relationship problems (who pays for what, etc) and lack of responses while gaming. That sort of thing. We moved in together two years ago in his parent’s home, of which we stayed in a basement room that had a door to the outside and paid rent and helped with groceries and that sort of thing. In January of 2023, his father passed away. Prior to this, he was a waiter at a BBQ place in our town. After his father passed away, he never returned from his bereavement leave and subsequently lost his job due to lack of contact with the boss. Since then, he has had maybe two jobs that lasted about two weeks before he would quit again. I have to get into huge fights with him before he will do anything around the apartment we now rent with our dog. He spends all his time on his Xbox and on Discord or sleeping. He doesn’t complement me, he doesn’t offer to help me with anything, and he refuses to leave the house to do anything with or for me. Yes, he has been in therapy since his father passed, but currently it’s doing nothing and any talk of switching therapists falls on deaf ears. We’re constantly fighting about housework, he’ll cry and talk about suicide, and then he’ll feel so bad about the fight he’ll do ONE chore before repeating the process. I’ve tried making him lists, I’ve tried reminding him several times while I’m at work, I’ve even tried setting timers and reminders on our Alexa. He just blatantly will not do anything. The straw that’s been breaking us lately is he stopped showering on a regular basis. He went over a month without showering and two weeks ago I got so fed up I shut off the internet so he couldn’t play Xbox to FINALLY convince him to shower. I thought driving him to his therapy appointments and things like that would help at the beginning and I do know he has some mental health concerns but good god, it’s not working.
About a month or two ago, a coworker of mine started texting me on WhatsApp, which he found me in a work group chat I’m in (I work fast food, not naming names, but it rhymes with Starby’s) and we hit it off. Previously, I would open with him (I’ll call him T) and we would just crack jokes and goof around (while doing our jobs, of course). In the work group chat I had said “Ughh, my face is breaking out. I don’t want to be at window, they’ll drive away from my ugly ass.” And he sent me a text telling me I’m not ugly, I said how, and he told me I’m not too overweight, I’m not too skinny, I have beautiful eyes, and a beautiful smile. After this, we started conversing back and forth but not crossing the risky or flirty territory. One morning during an opening shift, he told me he liked someone and I pressed because I’m nosy. And he eventually said it was me, but didn’t want to cross a line or do anything because I have a boyfriend. This isn’t why I started the breakup plan, but knowing that someone else saw something in me and I wouldn’t be alone 100% after gave me that push I needed. Though I will admit, he is wayyy out of my league and has a smile that makes me want to cry.
About three weeks ago I was hanging out with some friends and my boyfriend got mad, said he was going to text his ex, and I lost it and broke it off with him. Afterwards, he kept saying he was going to go meet his dad and stopped responding. I got a notification (life 360) that he left the apartment so I went over to grab some stuff and I found a note that said I can have all his stuff. I called non emergency and let them know of the situation because my boyfriend has bipolar (T1) and could injure himself. He wasn’t injured at all, which is what the hospital told me, and he refused any further treatment for psychiatric. I ended up going back because his mother started texting me saying my boyfriend ended up telling her that he was going to run away and not come back, and I was scared and worried. I’m an idiot, I know. He was crying and promised he’d do better and how he was going to fix it, but truthfully, I was just tired after dealing with that for 48 hours and wanted a shower and my bed. Now, I want to leave again but not have him pull all of that because I am so far mentally exhausted. I need advice. Help!
TL;DR My boyfriend doesn’t work or clean or shower and I want to kick him out and leave him but I don’t want him to harm himself.

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Anybody know if this is new with the next-gen update, if there are other weapons he can use or if they actually grant additional damage instead of just a cool visual change? Is it just a hidden interaction like the teddy bear in inventory granting crit chance to him?

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