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NFA lets stay zen today bros no matter how dissatisfied we might be with any fuckery that might find its way into this saga. I have been keeping up with the documents. I have my goldfoil hat I pulled out of the closet especially for this day; Oliver Tree Cheapskate: is the vibe today boys. Work a grave yard shift on a week day. A night robber stopped me on the free way, no cash damn it im a cheap skate; NO SLEEP I DONT GET REST, BUT I ALWAYS TRY MY BEST! You got me working to the bone, its when I show my truest colors tho.... FUCK HEDGIES! ILL SEE YOU WHEN THE MARKETS OPEN BITCHES AHAHAHHAAAAAAAA!🤘🤘🤘🤘...nfa once again just some hype!

i'm in student council at my school and there was an awards ceremony at my school for academic related things, and i got invited to it. it was gonna have a lot of people in it, there was also honor society students and a few different categories of students who got good grades.
my school is huge and there's a lot of people in student council alone and just thinking about it stressed me out a lot and made me very nervous. even though it's just walking on stage to get a certificate i don't wanna be in front of that many people, plus the kids at school do not like me very much.
i tried to ask my dad if i didn't have to go because it was stressing me out so much and he said no and that just doing it will make things better and that he knows how i feel and that its not that big of a deal. i tried to explain to him that it IS a big deal to me, that being an introvert isn't the same as having social anxiety, and that just getting up and grabbing a tissue in class or napkins at lunch makes me nervous. he just wouldn't listen.
i told my therapist about it the next day and she said to try and communicate a bit better why exactly i can't do it and gave me a few tips on what to say. i texted him about how i felt since i wasn't ready to talk in person like that again and he just... left me on read. i started to freak out and started wondering if i shouldn't have done this and i was right.
he didn't even talk to me first, or warn me, he told my mom. and basically, they just blamed it on me being in my room and my phone. even though i literally cannot use my phone except for on the weekends for one hour, and it has been like this for a while, and i've only gotten slightly better (and that was when i started taking anti-depressants). i wish it was just the god damn phone. i'd do anything to be happy again. and i've always been kind of nervous in social situations, it's just gotten progressively worse.
i again tried to tell him that it's not just being introverted and that tiny things make me nervous and he didn't listen. he said that if it's that bad i need to be around people. then he told me that from now on i was only allowed to be in my room aside from sleeping and stuff only one hour a day and that i couldn't have my laptop or tv in my room and anything relating to screens i had to do downstairs. he said that this'll fix me and i need to be around people if it's that bad. i already know having to be around my mom so much and the lack of privacy will destroy me. i don't have anywhere where i can just have a bit of alone time to be myself anymore pretty much. i need to be around people, sure, but forcing me without making any smaller steps first will not help. just asking close friends to hang out is so stressful for me and i overthink it the entire time i'm there and just seeing friends won't cure me.
he said "everyone has a bit of anxiety" i have an anxiety DISORDER. the entire fucking point is that it's too much anxiety. they don't care enough to do the smallest bit of research on my mental health problems. they took forever to get me therapy even when they knew i was suicidal because they "forgot".
i kept trying to explain why i couldn't do it and my dad shouted "YOU DONT KNOW WHATS BEST FOR YOU" and i kept trying to explain and started crying and he kept shouting that.
i'm just so fucking done. i know i'm probably being dramatic over this but even small things make me spiral. i feel so stupid. i can't believe it took me this long to realize there's no point in trying to get actual support from my parents.

Obviously we don't know the full extent of how are things behind the scenes, but a thought that hasn't left my mind is once Kai stopped appearing in the Reveals and Stuff episodes, the developers made one good decision after another? Regardless, it does feel that there have been some management changes
Like just in the most recent memory:

• Shallot has been buffed to be competitively viable and every single form of his has some utility even if you stay in just bade form
• 5th anniversary is already looking like one of the best celebrations in this game's history, probably still behind only Festival 2021 or 1st anniversary
• We're still in just Part 1 but they've already released 9 units, almost all of them being pretty damn good and usable in PVP
• Goku/Freeza, despite being the most recent LL, aren't game breaking and don't even feel like a direct counter to any of the previously released recent summonables
• In fact, Goku/Freeza ended up a little undertuned and are now going to buff them by addressing precisely the concerns the community had about their kit
• Tons of free CC obtainable in the last ~11 days, on top of the now annual free tickets and other freebies

If there's one criticism to the celebration specifically it's that I wish they'd use the Festival 2022 hoi poi / chance ball system instead of what they went with
Honestly if they get rid of the 20k cc cap and make zenkais just available as soon as you collect enough awakening Z power instead of first upgrading units to 7-stars - I would start playing the game actively again

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I need your advice...
I have a 12 year old sister called Melisa but I started calling her Yui when I became an otaku when I was 15 and later, she became an anime fan when she was 11. Now I have done something so terrible that I can't sleep...
What happened is that I'm a lolicon, I like loli hentai... For a month, she saw me watching that hentai and then she investigated on the subject herself... I didn't know she was spying on me so I kept watching my degenerate shit unconcerned, until one day Yui called me Onii-Chan. I felt very shameful but everything got out of control when she started to moan like a loli to make fun of me... That cunt thought she was a loli. I didn't think much of it, until I started to think that... She could like me.
I know it's sickening but since incest is my fetish, I started to woo her and little by little, we fell in love... We even got to the point of kissing.
One night our parents weren't home she and I had sex... No joke, that was the best damn night of my life. We did it over and over again and I lost control of myself when she moaned and called me Onii-Chan. We were a couple in secret... Since she was 12, I never thought I'd get her pregnant...
She was at our grandparent's home when she sent me a message telling me that she was pregnant. I couldn't sleep that night and I didn't know what to do, I was considering making her have an abortion... I thought the protagonists in these stories were happy... Now I know how hard the life of two siblings who love each other with a 5 year age gap could be.
Yui has offered me to act like it was rape and I had nothing to do with it, but for some reason I can't accept it. I have until Monday to find a solution...

DC Next presents:

SHADOWPACT

In Heaven Forbid
Issue Four: Wanted Dead or Alive
Written by PatrollinTheMojave
Edited by GemlinTheGremlin
 
Next Issue > Coming Next Month
 
Heat shimmered off the pavement in Truth or Consequences, New Mexico. The tiny town nestled between the desert hills of the Southwest felt like a kiln, and Rory Regan was baking. “Remind me again--” He huffed between words, “--why are we walking?”
“If Destruction wanted to be found, the Lords of Chaos would’ve done it already. If Destruction is here, he’d pick up on a teleport before we stepped through and I don’t want us burning our only lead.” Traci said, adjusting her black sunhat to wipe beads of sweat from her forehead.
“It could be worse.” Sherry said with an encouraging smile. “It’s a dry heat.”
“I can’t believe I’m saying this, but I miss Gotham.” Rory looked around at the rest of the Shadowpact for a similar discomfort. His sweat was making the rags cling to his skin. “Jim. How are you not sweating? You must be wearing fifty pounds of metal.”
Jim shrugged. “Magic.”
“Of course.” Rory groaned. “Ruin?”
Ruin quirked an eyebrow and planted their feet. They’d been walking around in their signature trench coat for miles and not lost the spring in their step. They curiously pulled a finger along their forearm. “I don’t think I sweat.”
“And I guess you have some magical charm that makes you resistant to heat, Traci?”
“Yeah. It’s called being raised in Nevada.” She snorted. “Hey, Ruin. We need to keep--” Her gaze drifted up to the quaint wooden building they’d chosen to stop. A woodburnt sign hanging above the door read ‘Tumbleweed Saloon & Inn.’ She smiled. “Rory, good news. We’re here.”
Sherry looked over the saloon. Where the others had picked up sand and sweat on the long trek over, she didn’t have a hair out of place. Sherry looked like she’d stepped out of an advertisement. Her only sign of wear was the suspicion sitting behind her eyes. “You really think Destruction is here?”
“I’m not getting my hopes up.” Traci said. “The Lords of Chaos only felt a twinge, but it’s all we’ve got.”
Rory shot through the swinging saloon doors with a speed he’d lost 10 miles earlier. Ruin was just behind him, their pure black eyes pulling in every detail. Half of the space was devoted to racks and shelves of Old West merchandise; cheap hats, plastic guns, and sheriff badges. The other side of the establishment was a small bar and a few tables. The bartender wiped the bored expression from his face as the Shadowpact entered.
“We’re in a real Wild West saloon!” Ruin hurried into the merchandise section.
“Welcome to the Tumbleweed Saloon. What brings you folks into town?” The bartender said.
“I’m looking for a guy, big-looking, probably. Have you seen anyone like that? He might’ve broken something.” Traci said. She wished she had more to go off.
“We get a lot of tourists.” The man raised an eyebrow. “Wait, are you from the Justice Legion? When are you going to send those people from other universes back home? Did you catch the guy responsible yet?”
Traci exhaled sharply. “We’re here about his brother, actually.”
The clatter of hoofbeats on asphalt clicked outside, followed by the heavy footfalls of someone dropping from a horse.
“Do you get many riders out here?” Jim asked. The bartender shook his head and Jim moved a hand to his sword’s pommel. The rider walked to the saloon door. The figure was in shining white leather boots and pants to match. The peak of a stetson of the same color poked out above the saloon doors.
“I know where to find the man you’re looking for.” The doors swung open to reveal the sheet-pale face of White Stag. The only spot of color was a turquoise bolo tie around his neck and the gold-inlay guard of the rapier at his side. His opaque glasses reflected the light. Jim leapt to his feet and pulled the Sword of Night from its sheath with a metallic shtang. White Stag just raised his hands apprehensively. “While you’ve correctly surmised I am interested a rematch, Jim, I think I’d better explain myself first.”
Jim glanced at Traci, who gave him a nod. Jim lowered his sword but kept it unsheathed. “Talk.” Jim spat.
White Stag reached into his buttoned vest and pulled a cigar, then a lighter. He flicked a few times, then held the flame to the cigar’s tip. Once lit, White Stag took a deep drag and blew a ring of smoke in front of his face. “I am here for a duel with the Destroyer of Myrrha.”
"Myrrha's not destroyed!" Jim gripped the handle of the Sword of Night. "I've been locked off from it. I will find a way back!"
"No.” White Stag walked over to the bar and took a seat. He didn’t bother turning around to address Jim. “No, it's not been destroyed yet. But it's Destruction you're after, and you'll find the Endless on the road you take to meet them. Miss Witch would know about that. How well do you sleep at night, Traci?"
The answer was an uncomfortable silence. “How do we know you’re telling the truth?” Rory said.
“I knew to come here, didn’t I?”
“So after I defeat you in this duel, you’ll tell us where to find Destruction?” Jim said.
White Stag gave a thin-lipped smile. “After the duel, I’ll tell you where he is.”
“You tricked us last time. What’s the trick this time?” Jim said.
“The trick? I’m faster than you, Jim. That’s all I need to win. Blades at dawn, at the old train tracks.”
“At dawn?” Jim shook his head. “We fight now. We don’t have time to waste.”
“Where’s your flair for the dramatic, Jim? Let’s let the tension build for a few hours more. It’s not like you’re in a position to dictate terms.” White Stag stood from the bar.
“I don’t know who you are.” Sherry said. “But this sounds like a big misunderstanding. We’re trying to help people.”
“Who I am? I’m the good guy, Sheridan. And you’re the latest person to sign onto the Shadowpact, which must mean you’re trying to help yourself.” White Stag looked at Jim. “Blades. Dawn. Don’t be late.” He walked through the saloon doors and saddled up his horse while the Shadowpact watched in silence.
He’d only been gone a few seconds when Rory said. “Why not fight him now? Force him to tell us what he knows.”
Jim shook his head. “We need to play his games. He knows more than he’s letting on. And he knows about Myrrha.” A hint of desperation crept into his voice. “He could be holding all of Myrrha hostage, for all we know.”
“Myrrha? I’m unfamiliar with this realm.” Sherry said.
Jim rolled his shoulders back, staring down at the ground. “When I was twelve, I went into the back room of a record store and ended up in a medieval world full of adventure and magic. Years later, I mastered the Sword of Night and started using it to move between realities. Last year, I went to sleep in Myrrha and woke up on Earth. I haven’t been able to return there since. I hate to think what could have happened to it without its protector.”
The display racks rattled and Rory raised his fists on instinct. The rags crawled along his body, ready to strike. It was Ruin rushing out of the merchandise section, covered in cowboy gear. A pair of embossed brown leather boots replaced their usual black strap-ups. They wore a ten-gallon hat and held a cheap revolver toy in each hand. “This town ain’t big enough for the six of us!” They said in their best kitsch Western accent.
A hard glance from Jim sent Ruin withdrawing back into the gift shop, holstering their ‘weapons’. Traci spoke quietly. “Why don’t I get us all rooms for tonight. We can rest and be refreshed in the morning.” She looked up at the bartender. He was still trembling from the standoff moments ago. “Six rooms, please.”
A few hours later, Traci was doomscrolling the front page of KordConnect for articles on the Reawakening. A knock at the door pulled her out of it. “Be right there, just-- uh-- meditating!” She hopped off her bed and walked to the door.
“It’s Rory!”
Traci opened the door. He was uncostumed. His sympathetic face was incongruous with the harsh features of the suit of rags. “Hey, Traci. Can I come in?”
“What’s up?” She stood aside and Rory sat on the bed. “It seemed like what White Stag said affected you.”
“That’s what you’re here for? You don’t have to worry about someone hurting my feelings.” She laughed.
Rory relaxed his posture. “Well, I’m glad, but it’s okay if you’re hurting. That… stuff with Dream. You did what you had to. I miss John too.”
Traci’s grin drooped and she let herself fall back onto the bed. She paused, then: “Dream made me an offer. Become his warlock, like Darhk was.”
“His-- his warlock? Like work for him? What are you going to say?”
“I turned him down. There’s always, always some all-powerful asshole fucking with me and my friends. HIVE, Neron, Darhk, Dream. Dream’s just as responsible for what John… became. And if becoming Dream’s warlock means I end up like Damien Darhk, then I just-- ugh!” She grunted, trailing off.
“But, knowing you, you’re wondering if you could beat the Heavenly Host if you said yes.”
“Not just them.” Traci sat up. “Bring Jim to Myrrha. Fix the Reawakening. Actually set up some magical safety nets that I haven’t jury-rigged from lamb’s spit and a spell I found on Quora. Y’know, all of it.”
Rory turned to her and put his hand on her shoulder. “Traci, you’re the best spellcaster I’ve ever met. You literally saved the universe and you’re still doing more. We’re going to win, and we’re going to do it with or without Dream, OK?”
A cool morning held out against the stinging New Mexico heat, the sun not yet peaked over the hills surrounding Truth or Consequences. Jim walked at the head of the Shadowpact. He saw White Stag and his horse for a mile on the approach. It was a huge thing, its coat the same brilliant white sheen as the rest of Stag’s possessions. It’d been hitched up to a railway spike.
Ruin remained in their store-bought cowboy ensemble. The group were all still a minute’s walk from White Stag when Ruin called out, “Why are you doing this?” They hurried forward, breaking into a jog past the group, despite Jim’s protests.
Traci readied a spell, just in case. “You said you’re the good guy. Jim’s not perfect, but he’s good too. You don’t have to fight.” Ruin looked different that morning in a way that was hard to place. Their silhouette was fuzzy. At a glance, they looked vague and undefined, as though it took a few seconds for them to render in view. It didn’t seem to slow them down any, though at times they seemed to wince to themself
White Stag shook his head. “There comes a time in every man’s life when he has to fight.” His voice took on a bit of twang at odds with his usual refined accent.
“But why Nightmaster?”
“Every day Jim wakes up in this world, he hates it a little more. He hates the toil, the uncertainty. Mostly, he hates that here, he’s not the best. He’s a middling swordsman and a below average hero on Earth.”
Jim said nothing, staring daggers.
“And that’s why I want my duel. You don’t belong in these parts, Jim.”
“You’re a madman.” Jim said. “Playing with the lives of innocents in these stupid games.” He approached, grinding his feet into the gravel to keep from lashing out in rage.
“Playing?” White Stag’s faux accent dropped. “‘Well, I suppose I am having a great deal of fun.” A sliver of sunrise poked over the horizon. In a flash that just caught the few drops of light to trickle onto the tracks, White Stag pulled his rapier. It sliced across Nightmaster’s armor like tissue paper, leaving a long red cut across his chest. Jim grunted and drew his sword.
Sherry took a step forward, but Jim held his hand out to stop her “No!” Jim said. “If you intervene, he won’t give us what we need.”
“Old dogs can learn new tricks, it seems.” White Stag lunged, but this time his blade was batted away by the Sword of Night.
Jim went for a riposte. White Stag sideswiped and the heavy broadsword cut through the air, thunking against the railway tracks. White Stag retaliated, raking another slash across Jim’s side. Jim fell to a knee.
“Yield.” White Stag said. He didn’t get an answer. “I think your man is finished.” He turned to the rest of the Shadowpact, giving Jim the opening to grab a handful of gravel and throw it in White Stag’s face. Stag recoiled and Jim forced himself up using his sword, using the momentum to swing it into White Stag’s flank. It only made the lightest of contact, but the pale red of blood spreading through White Stag’s vest was enough to bring Jim satisfaction.
Jim followed up with another attack, which White Stag evaded. This time, Jim sensed anger behind those opaque spectacles. White Stag parried Jim’s next attack. The second his opponent was off balance, White Stag whipped his rapier at Jim’s wrist. He winced in pain. Another well-placed kick from Stag and the sword went clattering to the side. Jim reached after it, in vain.
“Yield.” White Stag said, this time his voice firmer. Sherry had seen enough battles to see the tremor in Jim’s shoulders, to know what he was going to try next. She added to White Stag, “Yield, Jim. We’ll find another way.”
“I… yield.” Jim said with a bassy, hateful tone.
In an instant, White Stag withdrew his rapier and stepped back. “I wish I could say ‘well fought’, Jim.” White Stag brushed the gravel dust away and ignored his wound. “But I did say I’d tell you where to find Destruction.”
“But I lost.” Jim said, confused.
“Yes, you did. And you continue to lose every day you spend away from Myrrha, right?”
Jim stared at the ground, in a haze.
“You’ll find Destruction at Coast City.”
“Coast City? What would he be doing there?” Rory asked.
White Stag shrugged. “Paying his respects? In any case, I think this concludes our time together for now. I look forward to our next meeting, Jim.” He walked away from the Shadowpact, towards the vast empty desert.
“I don’t think so.” Sherry said. “Not until you answer whatever questions Jim has about Myrrha.”
“I don’t think that would benefit anyone, do you? A nice try at reconciliation, angel. Truly, living up to your occupation.” Sherry charged forward, prepared to take the brunt of any attack White Stag was capable of and tackle him to the ground. However, wInstead, when he swiped his sword it did not clash with Sherry; instead, a portal opened in the air.a quick swipe tore open a portal in the air, White Stag stepped through, and it vanished in an instant. Sherry ran straight past her target.
“His sword can open portals too?” Rory said.
Ruin ignored him and went to Jim’s side, helping him onto his feet. ”C’mon, partner.” Jim winced, taking their hand and slowly rising.
“We need to keep moving. I can bind that move, but there’s no telling how long Destruction will stay in one place. Next stop: Coast City.” Traci said.

I'm struggling, I'm finding that the age that I am, I should be better. Yet here I am, 38 years old, married, 2 kids, work as a cook and still get spoken to and treated the same as I did when I was just joining the work force.
I am the problem, it's me. I am obese, have zero confidence and I'm getting treated like crap at work. You know the feeling you get, when you've walked into the room and you know people have been talking about you? That's me, at work currently. Let's recap, I left my last job in January after working there for a year because I made a mistake, admitted to my mistake, took full accountability and kept getting told that my story was changing, and that I am intimidating and inappropriate. (In a nutshell, they pretty much did what they could to get rid of me and they successfully did)
I joined the new place and my manager hates me. She speaks to everyone pleasantly and in the last two days she had become so icy cold towards me that today she made a show of telling me off in front of others for a mistake I made. The common thread here is me. I am incompetent, pathetic and must somehow be deserving of all this.
I wake up, I go to work, I do not sit down, I do not gossip, I am quiet, I do what I am told, I clean, I work my damn hardest, I do not complain and that's never enough. I left a streak of blueberries in a big tub of yoghurt when making smoothies and the manager brought that big tub out and slapped it on the bench and said 'this is unacceptable, show that you care, simply unacceptable'. I didn't argue, I cleaned it up and accepted my mistake. I didn't make excuses. I know I need to be better.
But to be called out in front of my peers and to be chided for not caring. That cuts deep. I just got home from visiting my family last week. That brought me a lot of perspective. I went home after 4 years and listened and saw many of my family and friends struggling with their lives and it honestly made me appreciate my life. I came home with a clearer mind, to want to do better, to be better. But a week later, I am being reminded of what an incompetent slob I am.
Me, I am the problem it's me. I don't know how to be more disciplined to lose weight to be better. I don't know how to be a better worker so I don't get spoken to like I'm a child who is stupid. I don't know how to be treated with more respect. I must give everyone around me the impression that I am lazy, stupid, ignorant and uncaring. In my head, I do not think like this at all. This morning, I was in the mental state of working hard, smart and quickly. In my haste, I hadn't notice the mess in the yogurt and the harsh reminder of my ways was quickly brought to my attention in an unforgiving way.
There are many things and ways I can begin to explain why or who started making me feel this way, but let's call a spade a spade. It's me. It's all me. I am the common factor. I see how others get treated and wish I could be treated the same. I try to be better. I try to drown out the noise and put my best foot forward. Go to work, clean slate. Just do your best. But I'm getting chipped and broken, constantly being reminded that I will never amount to anything and that I can keep switching jobs but you will never get anything right. You will keep messing up. I am lost. I need to function as a better human but I am losing ways on how.

TLDR: I had been hanging out with this 18 year old girl for a month or rather more, while working on a project and developed some infatuatory feelings for her. Decided to ask her out and now everything's awkward, in addition to the cold turkey behaviour. (Special note: Indian urban context)
Full story: So I had been working with this children's theater group on a production where this girl joins in. She's smart, cute, kinda rude, but otherwise fun. She lived somewhat close to where I did and after the practices I used to drop her home. This went on for long enough, in the time we spent together we also went out for some dance session, board game night, street food, ice cream, what not. Well feelings were bound to develop, and if course I've got serious attachment issues anyway such that i tend to fall for people who are around me for a significant amount of time, share similar interests, and are not the best conversationalists but still try. Another factor to consider which might be irrelevant but they're almost always out of my league (status wise). And since I felt the need to point it out maybe this is something I would need to discuss with my therapist.
Anyhow getting back to the story.. so on the final day of the show I was once again dropping her back in the car, maybe for the last time when I took a chance and towards the end of our ride I asked her if she'd like to go out sometime. She was probably caught off guard cuz she got quite jittery after that point, but she did say no quite clearly. I just said ok, although in that moment my heart was beating at its highest and my face went absolute red. Thank goodness for the dark it was probably not that evident. But I couldn't speak anything after that point. As it is I had to gather a lot of courage given that she's 8 years younger to me, i was already in an ethical and moral dilemma, but since we clicked well (or at least that's what I thought) and also the fact that she's leaving the country in a couple months.. so a lot of feelings were just rushing in.
Moving further she stopped responding to my texts, even in a group, not that we did anyway. And she went absolute cold turkey. We had an evening hi-tea thing yesterday, and she turned up with her mother who I've been told is positive about me but maybe just as a friend. But she wore the most beautiful dress I've ever seen a woman in. This could be biased impression of my feelings but that's how it felt. She didn't even stay the whole time and left in about 30 mins of us being there. This was probably the last I was ever gonna see of her, and she was cold turkey. Hardly even tried to look at me. Although judging by her aura, i tried to keep my distance from her too.
Well now I feel like I've lost a good friend in the attempt to have something more. Maybe things were better while they were platonic.

TLDR: I had been hanging out with this 18 year old girl for a month or rather more, while working on a project and developed some infatuatory feelings for her. Decided to ask her out and now everything's awkward, in addition to the cold turkey behaviour. (Special note: Indian urban context)
Full story: So I had been working with this children's theater group on a production where this girl joins in. She's smart, cute, kinda rude, but otherwise fun. She lived somewhat close to where I did and after the practices I used to drop her home. This went on for long enough, in the time we spent together we also went out for some dance session, board game night, street food, ice cream, what not. Well feelings were bound to develop, and if course I've got serious attachment issues anyway such that i tend to fall for people who are around me for a significant amount of time, share similar interests, and are not the best conversationalists but still try. Another factor to consider which might be irrelevant but they're almost always out of my league (status wise). And since I felt the need to point it out maybe this is something I would need to discuss with my therapist.
Anyhow getting back to the story.. so on the final day of the show I was once again dropping her back in the car, maybe for the last time when I took a chance and towards the end of our ride I asked her if she'd like to go out sometime. She was probably caught off guard cuz she got quite jittery after that point, but she did say no quite clearly. I just said ok, although in that moment my heart was beating at its highest and my face went absolute red. Thank goodness for the dark it was probably not that evident. But I couldn't speak anything after that point. As it is I had to gather a lot of courage given that she's 8 years younger to me, i was already in an ethical and moral dilemma, but since we clicked well (or at least that's what I thought) and also the fact that she's leaving the country in a couple months.. so a lot of feelings were just rushing in.
Moving further she stopped responding to my texts, even in a group, not that we did anyway. And she went absolute cold turkey. We had an evening hi-tea thing yesterday, and she turned up with her mother who I've been told is positive about me but maybe just as a friend. But she wore the most beautiful dress I've ever seen a woman in. This could be biased impression of my feelings but that's how it felt. She didn't even stay the whole time and left in about 30 mins of us being there. This was probably the last I was ever gonna see of her, and she was cold turkey. Hardly even tried to look at me. Although judging by her aura, i tried to keep my distance from her too.
Well now I feel like I've lost a good friend in the attempt to have something more. Maybe things were better while they were platonic.

Hey all, i dont really know what im doing wrong.. I have alot of expirience with losing weight,its something i've done few time in my life Im 186, 86 kg 28 years old male i dont gain fat on my legs and arms so i have pretty high body fat for like my bmi and all this crap
From aug 2021 to march 2022 i,ve lost around 13 kg, 94 to 81 kg,and ive been around 81-82kg untill nov 2022 I lifted weights around 4-5 times a week during that period,and cardio 5-7 days a week (Some weeks i did less)
I didnt pushed my self too hard,my workouts is kinda chill,so no injurys /tiredness or soreness. Im a student ,and in the last 5 months or so i began to let goo (a little) ,drank more alchol ordered more food and train less,so i gained gain 5-6 kg. In the last 1 or 2 month im eating well and training well,but losing no fat,at all..
I tried doing alot of easy cardio (walking 12-15 km a day) ,smaller amout of hard cardio(30 min on the eliptical) even no cardio at all.. And also tried diffrent weights training.
Im always harsh on my self if im not doing my best regard to the training and the food i eat,and of course i could do better, but damn my diet is atleast ok,and im putting effort im my tranings.
I do eat in the middle of the night,and dont go to the univeristy so im mostlt at home ,but i never went there anyways and ive always eating at the middle of the night,so i dont understand whats the fucking diffrence..
Im really frustrated,and keep telling myself "its basic math,burn enough and youll lose fat" and that losing fat is not a linear process But damn im putting alot of effort for 6-8 weeks and nothing changes..
Any tips from similar expirences you guys had?

I normally only post ‘rate my draft’ posts, but I had to share my favourite MOM game so far…
https://www.17lands.com/history/a83b99f781ab49f4a0d5a122518aa7a7/0/2
I basically never concede, but when my opponent hit their sixth land drop while I was stuck on two, I was this close to pressing the self-destruct button (didn’t help that I’d lost the previous game after mulling to five…)
Then boom, the best possible opportunity for a Negate, then finally a third land, and things got spicy fast. So much fun! A lot of luck involved, of course… if my opponent had medium-sized creatures instead of [[Invasion of Theros]] (without search targets, strangely) and Elspeth, it would have looked much nastier. Instead I think they flooded while I was screwed…
Damn, I’m going to miss this format.

I (17F) just experienced that my best friend (18F) got together with my ‘ex’.(17M) We’ll call him Jack. Me and him were never openly official but she were one of the few that knew. Now to give you some back story about where it all started. Me and my friend, let’s call her Melissa, we’re getting ready for gym class, it was only me and her in the wardrobe due to us being at a very small school (less that 100 students). I was talking about Jack and trying to confide in her. I was in desperate need of advice because me and him had become a little more distant than usual and I wanted to surprise him with something nice to make things better. Instead of giving me any real advice she told me that he’s a bad guy and that I shouldn’t my be with him. I quickly shut down any more conversation with her until gym class started. Worst of all was she had nothing to back up her accusations of him being a bad guy, she just kept pouring out repeatedly ‘he’s a bad guy, he don’t deserve you’. This went on until she got in my head and eventually me and Jack drifted apart. We remained friends and we’re still flirty from time to time. But the first thing I noticed was that Melissa became flirty too. She was touchy, cuddling up to him at parties and tried stopping me from leaning on him at parties because I was ‘too drunk and stupid’. Eventually she came to me and said she had a crush on him. No shit, she had been cuddling up to him and holding him at every party we went to. Even though she had a boyfriend at the time. I didn’t know what to say when she kept on rambling. My brain struggled processing it even though it was painfully obvious. She left after a few minutes of pouring out all her feelings. The next party we went to she took Jack aside and made out with him which led to something different. I was pretty damn hurt and I was feeling down for a long time. My friend kept asking what was wrong as if what she did had nothing to do with it. Everytime we’re in school they hold hands, cuddle or kiss in front of me. My friend keeps saying she has to buy a pregnancy test and rubs in my face that she has sex with him and how loud she is. I don’t really know what to do anymore and I’ve been feeling real bad. She told me he was a bad guy and got in my head about leaving him then she gets with him and proceeds to rub in my face that she might be pregnant and that they are having sex on a daily basis and that she’s ‘very loud’

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Hello everybody My name is Markiplier, Freddy Fazbear
Nothing personal, bear
But I must go all out
Just this once
Bobs or vegans, whichever will it be?
Sit the fuck down, Freddy Fazbear, I'm here to spill the real tea
You tryna dethrone me from spot on fnaf king
But you FNAF, you lose, so best think you haven't won
When I'm through with you we're gonna be completely fucking done
'Cause we only just begun, I review you, zero, bye bitch, gone
So come on, Freddy Fazbear, looking hungry for some drama
Here, let me serve you bite of 87 sucker
bite of 87 sucker, bite of 87 sucker
Freddy Fazbear ain't nothing but a bite of 87 sucker
bite of 87 sucker, bite of 87 sucker
Look at Freddy Fazbear, they just crying for their momma
bite of 87 sucker, bite of 87 sucker
Freddy Fazbear ain't nothing but a bite of 87 sucker
bite of 87 sucker, bite of 87 sucker
Freddy Fazbear just wet themselves in their pajama
So who the hell is William Afton and why you wanna fuck him? (Ew)
I'm a Blue-Eyes White Dragon while you're just Dark Magician (Oof)
You got a fifth of the population in your nation
But I got fnaf kids of worlds so hold your defecation (Ops)
hoihoihoihoihoi, what the fuck is that even supposed to mean?
Your language sounds like it came from a mumble rap community
No Papa, no Papa, yes Papa; Markiplier
Now down all of this sugar and let's throw this fuckin' party with some
bite of 87 sucker, bite of 87 sucker
Look at Freddy Fazbear, they just crying for their momma
bite of 87 sucker, bite of 87 sucker
Freddy Fazbear ain't nothing but a bite of 87 sucker
bite of 87 sucker, bite of 87 sucker
Look at Freddy Fazbear, they just wetting their pajama
bite of 87 sucker, bite of 87 sucker
Freddy Fazbear ain't nothing but a bite of 87 sucker
You got a population of 4
But most your pizzas can't seem to hit even a million
Sub-bot!
​
I'm gonna shoot you with my AK-47 freddy fazbear
baby baby baby

Hello everyone! I have started to post this on Royal Road and will be releasing one chapter per day there until I run out of the backlog that I have. I also have a Ko-fi page if you want to support my writing. Also, sorry this chapter came out as late as it did. I was traveling all day to get to my sister’s graduation, and I had to write this between flights. With all that said, I hope you enjoy this next part of The Armored Terran!
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Alex
“Well if I thought politics was boring before, I certainly don’t think that now!” I said with a chuckle.
Aeva finally tore their eyes away from the holoprojector long enough to look at me. “How can you be so calm about all of this? Your people are going to war!”
I grinned maliciously. “The Yaleya Conclave has no idea what they’re getting themselves into. Humans have been practicing warfare for as long as we’ve been recording our history. Sure, size may be an issue, but that doesn’t mean that we’re completely out of the fight!” I proudly explained.
Aeva didn’t look convinced. “Well, how do you know?”
“Well,” I started, “first, they don’t even know if we even have a home planet, let alone where it is. And even if they did, we have enough defenses in system that they probably won’t even get close to it. Second, if I know United Terra’s Space Command, then they’re probably planning a preemptive strike to cripple the enemy before the Yaleyans can even try anything.” Aeva was still not looking convinced. I smiled, “And besides, the galaxy at large doesn’t even know about half of the ships that Terran civilians are allowed to know about. Trust me, humanity will be fine.”
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Sergeant Grays
Well, the day that humanity had been dreading has finally arrived. We were about to partake in our first interstellar war. I was pouring over the mission briefing that I had been given, shock written all over my face. This plan that command has authorized is a bold one. If they think that everyone is coming home after this is over, they’re crazy. I looked up from my tablet to survey the scene in front of me.
The hangar that I was in was massive, large enough to store hundreds, if not thousands of the biggest mechs that humanity could produce. It was a beehive of activity, with deckhands moving from place to place. I looked up at the massive cargo mech that was carrying a rack of single-seater fighters and interceptors, the ground shaking as it stomped past before setting down its load of aircraft. I saw my platoon slowly filter into the staging area for our portion of the operation. I looked down at my watch. Three minutes late.
When all my marines finally made it, I stood up and made my way to the holoprojector at the center of the staging area. “Sloppy, marines, you were three minutes late!” I said in my sergeant voice. “That means when we are done with this mission, I expect each and every one of you to give me three hundred pushups!” There were some murmurs of dissent from the group. I quickly wheeled over to the offending group of marines. “STOW THAT SHIT MARINES WE ARE AT WAR NOW! AND THAT MEANS BEING ON TIME TO BRIEFINGS! DO I MAKE MYSELF CLEAR?”
A loud “Sir, yes sir!” rang around me as soldiers straightened their postures.
“Damn right I do! For Operation Hidden Phantom, we will be the tip of the spear, so listen up, I will not be repeating myself!” I turned on the holoprojector. It showed the Yalayan capital ship, the Indomitable Crusade. “This is our target, the Indomitable Crusade. Our objectives are to infiltrate the ship and find and destroy the computer components that control the early warning system and the sensors suite for their entire fleet. Intelligence has pinpointed those systems to be here and here,” I said pointing to two different points that started to glow when I touched them. “In the event that they aren’t where intelligence has suggested, then our mission is to find them, and put them out of commission. We have also been encouraged to destroy as many secondary systems as possible, but the sensor array and early warning system are the priority. After we achieve our objectives, we are to signal to command to send in a mech boarding party from the Failure to Communicate’s carrier group. For this mission, we have been given access to the newest and shiniest toys.” As I said that the hologram changed to a depiction a sleek one-seater aircraft/spaceship combo. It was also conveniently sitting in the hangar next to us. “We are being given access to the single-seater F-200. I have been told that it has been outfitted with some of the best stealth technology that humanity has ever come up with.” I turned to my marines. “Any questions?” I asked.
A marine timidly raised his hand. “Sir, what kind of support will we have?”
“Until we take down the sensor arrays of the Indomitable Crusade, we won’t be getting any. We will, however, be given stealth based exo armor and enough explosives to level half of New New York. Command has assured me these measures will be enough for us to get in and do our jobs so everyone else can do theirs. Any other questions?”
Another marine held up their hand. “Sir, the briefing says that the Indomitable Crusade has the best shields the Conclave have to offer. How are we getting past that? And what’s our infil?”
“Excellent question marine!” I exclaimed, proud that someone had actually read the mission briefing. “Intel says that the shields don’t even activate unless something is coming at it quick enough. This prevents it from using energy deflecting harmless space debris. Today, we will be disguising ourselves as harmless space debris in the solar system that the Indomitable Crusade is currently.” I saw the marines looking around at each other. They were clearly excited for this mission. “As for how we’re getting in, we will stick to the hull and cut through it until we get into the maintenance shafts, where we will then move to the air vents. This should give us plenty of time and help us avoid the xenos on board.” I looked at my watch. “It looks like that’s all the time that we have for a briefing, so get yourselves suited up and ready to go! We leave in ten minutes!” I shouted as the marines gave a hearty oorah. I couldn’t help but feel proud of my marines. “And may God have mercy on those poor xenos.” And with that, we all made our way to where we would pick up our stealth exo suits.
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High Commander Tussus
It has been a long time since we have had a good war. Our people have gone soft and compliant in a way that not even compulsory military service could fix. We needed a war to ensure the strength of our people and the future generation, but we couldn’t declare war on a species in the Galactic Community without risking the ire of that irritating body of pencil pushers and bureaucrats.
Then the Terrans arrived, like sunshine on a stormy day. They were always on the edge of policy making and made themselves an easy target by their secrecy. As soon as their secret came out, high command saw this as a perfect opportunity to strengthen our people in the furnace of war. At this point, we were just waiting for the Terran targets to be given to us by command. This should be easy. They are so small that they can’t even defend themselves without their precious suits.
“High Commander,” said my chief engineer.
“Make your report,” I said irritated that he brought me out of my thoughts of conquest.
“We’re reading some very minor hull breaches in maintenance hallway seventy-three B.”
I paused. “Are we leaking air?” I asked.
“No High Commander. It seems like we are not. And anything that would be moving quickly enough to cause a hull breach would have been deflected by the shields, so it can’t be debris.”
“Is there anything on the cameras?” I asked.
“No, High Commander,” was the response.
I waved my hand. “Send a maintenance team to see what the issue is.”
“At your command, High Commander,” he said. “Maintenance team Delta 32, report to maintenance hallway seventy-three B and report on a possible hull breach.”
I leaned back in my chair. Despite the issue being resolved, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of dread come over me, almost like an omen of ill things to come.
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Hello everybody My name is Markiplier, Freddy Fazbear
Nothing personal, bear
But I must go all out
Just this once
Bobs or vegans, whichever will it be?
Sit the fuck down, Freddy Fazbear, I'm here to spill the real tea
You tryna dethrone me from spot on fnaf king
But you FNAF, you lose, so best think you haven't won
When I'm through with you we're gonna be completely fucking done
'Cause we only just begun, I review you, zero, bye bitch, gone
So come on, Freddy Fazbear, looking hungry for some drama
Here, let me serve you bite of 87 sucker
bite of 87 sucker, bite of 87 sucker
Freddy Fazbear ain't nothing but a bite of 87 sucker
bite of 87 sucker, bite of 87 sucker
Look at Freddy Fazbear, they just crying for their momma
bite of 87 sucker, bite of 87 sucker
Freddy Fazbear ain't nothing but a bite of 87 sucker
bite of 87 sucker, bite of 87 sucker
Freddy Fazbear just wet themselves in their pajama
So who the hell is William Afton and why you wanna fuck him? (Ew)
I'm a Blue-Eyes White Dragon while you're just Dark Magician (Oof)
You got a fifth of the population in your nation
But I got fnaf kids of worlds so hold your defecation (Ops)
hoihoihoihoihoi, what the fuck is that even supposed to mean?
Your language sounds like it came from a mumble rap community
No Papa, no Papa, yes Papa; Markiplier
Now down all of this sugar and let's throw this fuckin' party with some
bite of 87 sucker, bite of 87 sucker
Look at Freddy Fazbear, they just crying for their momma
bite of 87 sucker, bite of 87 sucker
Freddy Fazbear ain't nothing but a bite of 87 sucker
bite of 87 sucker, bite of 87 sucker
Look at Freddy Fazbear, they just wetting their pajama
bite of 87 sucker, bite of 87 sucker
Freddy Fazbear ain't nothing but a bite of 87 sucker
You got a population of 4
But most your pizzas can't seem to hit even a million
Sub-bot!
I'm gonna shoot you with my AK-47 freddy fazbear
baby baby baby