I met someone at a social event and we casually exchanged numbers - asked her to go for happy hour a few days later and she said yes
At the happy hour we had a decent time, and I paid , she did not offer (only mentioning this because I feel by not offering it could be interpreted as a signal that it was a date)
The next morning she texted me with a friendly hi and emoji - I thought this was a good sign
We had some useless banter back and forth over the weekend and this morning I sent her a good morning text and she responded "Morning my friend!"
Here's the other catch , she is a realtor and during our "date" we were talking about real estate and of course if I buy something she wants me to use her. I dont think she knew before agreeing to meet me that I had any interest in buying. Truth is I probably wont buy for a year anyway. I know this complicates things
I want to make plans with her again but I dont want to go out with someone that considers me a friend or a potential client and expects me to pay. I am happy to pay if its a date.
So I am debating asking her out again and specifically saying something like "do you want to go on a date this Friday?" I do feel like clarifying that its a date sometimes scares women away. Should I do this , or any other better suggestions on handling this? I know this was long so thank you for reading.

I got a little bored and drunk. Then this happened. Just a bit of dumb action. I could try and spin this as me improving my ability to write more action oriented scenes, but well. Yeah, drunk and bored. Enjoy and tell me what you think.
CW: Sweet sweet excessive violence
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The little skiff drifted lazily along the asteroid belt. In a backwater system, free from prying eyes, the crew had ample time and space to test their newest toy. The ursdain in the pilot’s seat adjusted a couple controls before settling back in his chair. His avian co-pilot was observing the rest of the crew on the security feed.
“What is he doing?”
The ursdain leaned over, “Practicing?”
The avian’s half lidded stare was the only response.
In the cargo bay were the skiff’s other three occupants. A rather burly male human with brown skin and a mostly shaved head was yanking his tomahawk back out of the wooden board he had hung up on the wall. He walked back a few paces before turning and hurling it back at the target.
“Do you have to do that right now?” asked the exacerbated vulptan.
“Nope.” He responded while lining up his next throw.
“Just let him. If he doesn’t keep busy, he’ll keep trying to add ‘modifications.” The red-headed human female interjected while elbow deep in their prototype.
“You’re just jealous of my brilliance.”
“Sure. We’ll call it that.”
Meanwhile as the ursdain began to ponder his next meal a red blip flashed on his display followed by a sharp claxon. He slammed the red alert, “Thakt, we got company!”
The avian was already attempting to jam the enemy sensors, but they’d been made. “They’re on their way! Pirates looking to board!” She keyed the intercom, “Prepare for boarders!”
As soon as the lights went red the man in the jury-rigged shop ran to the new machine. “This thing ready?”
“The targeting computer hasn’t been installed and there’s still the issue of-“
“Can it move!?”
“Yes, but-“
“Strap me in!” He snached up the helmet and mask then climbed in the suit. The women began closing and sealing panels as he donned the helmet, flipped down the visor, and sealed the mask to his face.
“Gonzo! Listen to me. You don’t have a lot of time in that thing, so you gotta be in and out. Alright?”
“Lil, this is what I’m good at. Let me work.” She rolled her eyes as she closed the front up.
He opened then closed his mechanical fingers and rolled his shoulders. The suit seemed to be responding well. He stood to its full height and slammed the dome helmet down over his head. The other two already snatched a couple weapons and ran for the bridge to secure it. He stalked over to the armory bench to pick up some toys and party favors when the com cracked to life in his ear.
“Gonzo? You receiving?”
“Loud and clear.”
“Our only shot at getting out of here is you disabling their engines and breaking whatever they use to mate with us.”
He giggled slightly as he strapped the weapon harness over his mid-section. “Copy. Break shit. Can do.”
The ship shuddered and jolted. “They’re broadcasting for surrender.”
“Sure, I’ll accept their surrender.”
“Funny. They’re about to breach the stern airlock. Get ready.”
Gonzo drew a breath and put his game face on. Their MO is to breach loud and fast. A little shock and awe. He planted a couple surprises by the hatch then took cover around the bulkhead.
“They’re about to breach.” He popped a couple smoke grenades and tossed them down the corridor. Then an idea struck him, and he popped a couple more and thrust them in his harness for a bit of Blackbeard flair. He readied his weapon and checked the other two. All he could do was wait.
A few seconds later the hatch blasted in and two canids rushed into the haze. Gonzo didn’t know how armored they were, but he figured being covered in burning napalm was a bad thing. He leaned the nozzle around the corner and lit up the entrance. The blinding light pierced the smoke and judging from the screams, they weren’t ready for assaulting a weapons manufacturing ship. Now came the fun part of the suit. While the auto-aim and friend/foe feature weren’t installed, it did have a suite of sensors such as sonar, lidar, and infrared.
Gonzo could see the outlines of the thrashing pirates and held his fire. A couple more pirates entered the hall to drag their comrades out. That’s when he hit the clacker. The anti-personnel mines went off, filling the confined space with hundreds of ball-bearings in an instant.
“Hey! We gotta clean all that up when you’re done you know!”
“Relax. I’m advancing now. Give me a map.”
Sure enough, a holo layout of the pirate ship sprung to life in the corner of his vision, complete with the highlighted sections of engineering and security. He advanced through the smoke onto the pirate ship. As he emerged through the smoke, more billowing off him like a demon fresh from Hell, he saw more pirates readying to storm his little craft. They were lightly armored. Shame. With another squeeze and lazy turn, he coated the would-be intruders.
Realizing they bit off more than they could chew, the lights on the pirate vessel began flashing red, and a call to repel boarders went out. Gonzo hustled down the passages headed toward engineering. He rounded the corner and dove back behind the corner as the ursdain with a gatling laser opened up from the other end of the hall. He wasn’t sure the flamethrower would make it to the other side, so he swapped to his baby. He tossed his last smoke grenade around the corner and counted to ten.
When he felt the passage was good and obscured, he held his replica China Lake around the corner and fired. Fwoomp…BOOM! Something wet and red hit the wall beside Gonzo. I think I got ‘em. He pumped another round into the chamber and continued.
He found Engineering easily enough and stormed inside. It was a large room dominated by…Well, the engine he supposed. Gonzo wasn’t an engineer, but he was a 2300. He was about to jog up to the biggest most important looking bit when his legs were taken out from under him. He was quickly bound up in ssypno coils and could hear the suit groaning under the pressure.
“There’ll be no more of that. Now let’s get you out of that can.”
Gonzo struggled to no avail, but he’d be damned before he gave up. He took a breath and forced his arms out away from his body. The suit groaned and struggled to give him the breathing room he needed. When he thought he had the space to work with, his hand shot to his knife strapped to his belt. He drew it and twisted his hand just as the coils snapped shut around him. The pirate stabbed herself in the soft scales of her underbelly just as Gonzo drew his arm around his torso slicing long and deep.
She shrieked as he carved, and quickly tried to slither away, but he snatched a piece of her armor and rode her, continuing to stab and slash at the joints in her suit. She tried to curl in on herself and grab the man with her upper arms. He wrestled with her for a while before he drew his offhand behind her opposing arm then using her own death grip on his main hand bent her arm around his. Her elbow snapped and she shrieked. With brief freedom of movement, Gonzo drew his knife up and plunged it into her sub armored neck. Her tail thrashed and writhed before the life seeped from her.
Gasping and sweating profusely, he drew himself up and stumbled to the drive core. Or what he thought was the drive core. He wasn’t an astrophysicist, but he was sure this thing didn’t like heavy explosives. He quickly rigged up an IED around the biggest glowiest part and set it to go off on his clacker.
He jogged from engineering to security but was stopped in the passages by a couple canids ambushing him. One opened fire with a laser-rifle, striking him in the upper torso, but the armor kept his chest from being cauterized. The blast streaked off the chest piece leaving a red-hot mark. It burned.
“Keep out of fire, Gonzo! I was trying to tell you that the heat-sinks aren’t finished yet!”
There may not have been a new hole in him, but it burned like Hell. He closed the distance to his attackers, too close to use his rifle, and they met him with claw and teeth drawn. The first canid threw themselves at him, knocking him down, and clamping their jaws around where his neck would be. He heard a hiss as something gave way on his shoulder. He fought and rolled to buck them off, but they held fast.
Gonzo decided it was time to draw his sidearm and clamped his hand down on the head of the assaulting canid to keep them in place. The other one tried to claw at his legs, but only found solid titanium alloy. He reached down to his holster and drew the comically oversized revolver, now appropriately sized in the power-armor’s fist. He thrust the barrel under the canid’s chin and fired. Their friends’ helmet rocketing off their head gave Gonzo the brief shock needed to roll the first pirate off him, raise his pistol, and fire point blank at his second attacker. As their head snapped back, he hauled himself back onto his feet and limped into security.
He needed to find a way to release his ship but drew short at the two canids and taurian blocking the consoles. The two canids threw themselves at Gonzo, biting and clawing for all they were worth. The heat in the suit was becoming unbearable. It was starting to sear bits of exposed flesh. Gonzo regretted jumping in in a tank top.
One canid clamped their jaws on his neck while the other went for his legs trying to drop him to the deck. Something snapped to his left and he lost all control of his left arm. It was just a hundred pounds of dead weight. He fell back swinging his pistol around trying to pistol-whip his attackers.
“That’s enough! Just give up and we’ll sell you somewhere nice.” The taurian called out.
Gonzo bucked his hips and fired at the canid by his legs but missed. Repeating what he did before he point-blank lobotomized the canid by his shoulder. With a roll, he popped himself back up readying his next shot when the second canid fell on him. He held his ground as they slashed and leapt to bite.
He caught them in the air and slammed them into the bulkhead beside him. It was nice to be eye level with them for once. He used this to his advantage by slamming his titanium fist into their face and gut repeatedly, feeling each subtle bone crack and snap. The taurian grabbed him under the arms and hurled him to the other side of the room as the last canid slumped down the wall.
The pirate drew some kind of bladed weapon. Big mistake. Gonzo drew his tomahawk, and sprinted forward with his head down. Using all the power in the suit he had, he slammed into her stomach and drove her forward into the wall.
She recovered her breath quickly and began raining blows down on his back and shoulders. The strain was beginning to get to him. Sweat was streaming down his body, stinging his eyes. The suit burned. He bent his knees then shot upright, driving his helmet into her chin. She rocked back in shock and Gonzo took a couple steps back. His left arm was dead. He could only grasp with the fingers. The pirate rubbed her chin.
“Oh, you’ll pay for that.”
Gonzo quickly tossed his tomahawk up and grabbed it by the end, before hurling it at his enemy. It buried in her shoulder, and she screamed. He sprinted at her full tilt with his head down shoulder out and pinned her to the wall. She kept fighting and pushed him back. Gonzo used his hips to swing his dead arm around to the pirate and clamped down with his hand. His hand locked in place as the taurian began to try and ineffectually push him away. Panting, he decided to give her a bit of backward-knee syndrome. He hauled back and put his and his suits’ full weight into a stomp kick right on her knee.
It folded back and she shrieked. Now at chest height he began slamming his fist into her helmet until it warped and broke. He stopped when he saw the stream of blood pour out the bottom.
He tried to make his way to the console, but realized his hand was stuck gripping the dead-weight of the corpse. He planted one boot on its back and pulled for all he was worth. With a fresh souvenir of taurian hide trapped in his grasp, he quickly worked the security console and disengaged the clams holding his ship in place. Once freed, he pulled out his clacker and slammed it. The whole ship rocked and shuddered. Catching his que he limp-jogged back to his ship. The remaining pirates were too busy with damage control as the ship quickly began filling with vacuum. Gonzo found his airlock with minimal resistance and threw himself in it.
“Blast!” he cried as he clutched the safety bar inside the lock. Grokna punched the skiff for all it was worth headed for the nearest jump point.
When the airlock cycled Gonzo limped back into the scorched cargo hold with hydro leaking down his left side. Lil and Korsk sprinted in to check on the man as he clumsily clutched at the emergency releases. The dome helmet fired clean off the top while the chest piece fired out revealing the sweat drenched and burned pilot. The suit dropped to its knees as Gonzo flopped out ripping his mask and helmet off. He gulped at the fresh air and luxuriated in the coolness of the metal floor when he gasped, “I…I have…Some notes…Need…Better cooling…”

I dont know if this is limerance or something deeper.
Im in my early 20s male. I have never had a relationship with a women in my entire life. Literally nothing romantic (other than friends). Last semester of university I had to do a group project wih this girl. I just picked up this vibe that she was very similair just in the way she carried herself and her quiteness. I was planning to ask her out on the last day of our project but i backed out due to literal intense fear of rejection.
Ever since then, i think of her pretty much every day. I have cried some nights due to thr fact that I let her go without ever making a move. Its beating the hell out of me sometimes. I dont know what to do. I have been contemplating contacting her again to go out but school has finished 2 months ago and its was our literal final year of university.
I dont know if its just because i never had a relationship in my life or if because i truly did miss a shot at a good women. Mabye i just have cery low confidence. I dont know. I hate myself. I just want love.

I have a history of being s-xually ass-ulted multiple times, including one violent, sadistic r-pe involving intentionally inflicting intense amounts of pain, violence, being repeatedly s-d-mised, being hogtied so I can’t do anything while he used me, even put in a collar and leash and str-ngled me with it. Told too cry harder as I was sobbing, trying to get him to stop. It was the worst 3 hours of my life. He also took photos of me bleeding during it and also my face, both of which he sent to me after. I’m not sure if he took any videos. I do worry it’s out there somewhere. It was exactly 2 years yesterday, since it happened, I spent the entire day triggered and crying alone in the bathroom, because I physically tried but couldn’t tell someone what day it was.
I’m not 100% sure about this, but I have fragmented memories of possible CSA as well. I remember being bathed, him getting himself off as he touched outside and inside of me with his hands, being put on a bed naked. I have many signs throughout my childhood that point to it, but recently while asking my family about our relationship with the person and if we’ve been to their house, they all give differing accounts of it. But I remember his walls, his dining table, the layout of his house, his kids’ room (boy and girl, bunk beds), that his wife and him were separated and she didn’t live with them anymore, the colour of his skin and the muscles in his arms. Most of this, matches my family’s account of it. His face is a blur blotch. I’ve been trying to make sense of it all with my therapist, but it’s been hard as I’m always numb or dissociating, or becoming overly dysregulated during sessions.
I have sick compulsive / intrusive thoughts, ever since the r-pe happened. It’s one part of my PTSD/CPTSD probably. I would call it morbid curiosity, but it feels more than that. I try and search videos of really horrible adult r-pe — it has to have crying, it has to have resisting, it has to have becoming dead in the eyes, and bleeding like I did. It’s the only kind of p-rn that feels right to me. I’ve only found the fake, scripted ones on the right side of the internet. I’ve searched a bit of the dark side of it, but haven’t found any. I feel like I do it because I need to, it’s the only familiar thing I know. The r-pe made me extremely hypersexual (before that i was very new to sex, didn’t sleep around) as a result, to the point I slept with all different partners several times a month, and at one point almost several a week, to the point I was desperate and it made me feel horrible not being violently used by a man in the exact same way I was ass-ulted, to the same extent of pain. Because I became hypersexual, I didn’t shy away from p-rn. I sought for something to reenact my ass-ult, something I could watch to put myself back in that moment again, because it’s familiar. The r-pe caused me to develop kinks for the exact same things that had been done to me too — it doesn’t bring me much joy, I just feel the intense need to feel the exact things that were done to me. Because it’s me. It’s what I am. I don’t exist beyond the event of the r-pe where the person inside of me died.
My trauma therapist specialising in s-xual ass-ult / ab-se victims knows about the whole p-rn thing regarding the r-pe of women. I told her a while back. She said it happens, that she had some clients too that had this thing too. I didn’t tell her I’d been trying to access the wrong side of the web for it. And I didn’t tell her I’d been searching for similar videos regarding young girls too. Not because I get aroused from it — I don’t, not at all. Not to masturbate to it — i would never. Not to enjoy it — I can’t, I know for certain. But instead, it felt like it has been to find something that matches what I feel is familiar very deep down inside, in my subconscious. Like it’s there, I can sense it, knowing something happened. I just wanted something to just click within me, to confirm to myself that the things that happened to me as a child were real. And I found it yesterday.
I didn’t click into anything beyond just the weblink itself. But there were free gif-like previews running automatically on the page as soon as the page loaded. I saw a snippet of a r-pe. I closed the page immediately. Deleted the entire browser.
But when I saw it, I scared myself. It made me hate myself profusely. Because when I saw it, I felt empty, nonchalant, apathetic. I wanted to be repulsed, like a normal person would, like a CSA survivor definitely would. But I felt nothing. At most, it felt… unsurprising, and almost normal because it felt so familiar, like it was me in that gif clip. I felt more repulsed with myself for feeling absolutely nothing, than for wanting to find something like it in the first place.
I feel 1000% fucked in the head. I feel like I should be tortured, more than I already am mentally / emotionally, like I should physically be tortured. I feel like I shouldn’t exist because I even have the thought of doing something like this, and to feel nothing from it. I haven’t told a soul in person about this, ever since yesterday happened. I want so much to tell my therapist what I did, but I don’t think I could survive it if telling her makes her look at me with hate and disgust in her eyes. She’s the only one I can tell, the only one I’ve told about the adult p-rn thing too. I literally could not do a bad thing in real life, it’s literally in my nature to desperately want to be a good person, but inside my head I feel like the worst person alive, like I should be condemned. And I should definitely be condemned for this.
How do i tell my therapist that I felt nothing seeing something so horrible? That I searched for something like it in the first place? Why did i do this?

My husband (35M) and I (29F) have been married 4 years and have separate finances (for various mutually agreed upon reasons, not looking for advice/words on this). As we were working on something on his checking account together, I noticed some weird transactions from a specific pay-a-friend type app (post was previously removed if I specified which app) in his recent activity. I later decided to open that app on his phone without him knowing. Lo and behold, I find many charges -all to women- ranging from $10-90 dating back to 2020 with no descriptions. It seems very suspicious, especially since I’ve never known him to even have this account, even though we’ve discussed similar accounts before. I won’t lie, I am jumping to the conclusion that there is some sexual connotation, like paying for nudes, because I can’t think of anyway else to explain it.
I feel like if I ask him about this, he won’t be honest with me, and then cover his tracks. I’ll then continue to assume the worst, and trust will be rocky. So I need to figure out what these chargers are for on my own first before I confront him. I am obviously hoping that I’m jumping to the wrong conclusion, but I need peace of mind before I confront him.
I am turning to you to see how you have caught partners sneaking around behind your back. I‘ve been pretty thorough through the more obvious options and haven’t found anything to explain it, so I’m wondering what creative digital ways were your partners using? What apps/websites were they using? How did you catch them?

I just moved to a new city because I needed some change. I've got about ~6 years experience serving and a year experience bartending so I'm used to getting a job pretty easily. I came to Vegas mainly to try out working a Union job plus it has a cheap cost of living.
The job search for the Strip (where all the Union jobs are) was rough to say the least. Bartending was automatically out because to be a Union bartender you have to take a ~6 month class first (which I'm planning to when registration opens), and most of the serving jobs are for models (literally in the job title, model server) and seem to only hire very attractive women. I'm a 30 something average dude. I applied to pretty much every single union job I was qualified for (barback, server, room service, and one for a food runnebusser at a pool after I started getting nervous about the job search, figured a pool would be fun and great money anyway). I was quickly running out of money and my current place called me quick for the pool runnebusser job and had me start within the same week, so it was a no brainer.
so yeah tl;dr of the the above is I'm a pretty overqualified food runner lol.
I was in love with the job for the first month. It's a really weird set up since it's a hotel/resort...I was working at a pool on the rooftop, but the kitchen was on the ground floor and down the hall for one of the other restaurants on property. It was a long haul to actually deliver the food, but it was more or less like room service but for a pool. I got to have a ton of independence and just hang in the kitchen with a cook or two, got to expo everything, bag up the orders, put all the appropriate condiments and stuff inside. It's a small pool so it wasn't crazy crazy busy, sometimes I'd have an hour or so with no food orders whatsoever. The bartender was amazing, he'd always tip me out really well ($15-30). The servers varied a lot, two girls tipped out solid ($10-25 per weekend day), the others would just toss me a couple bucks (like $3-8). One girl would never tip me out at all which I did take note of. Mildly annoying that some just don't tip out, since every place I've ever worked the tip out gets printed on the checkout as a % of sales and you give it to management. But I was more than happy anyway because it wasn't much work at all and the bartender and the solid 2 servers gave me more than I figured I even deserved based on how little food we sold. My biggest complaint was just being kinda bored and not getting to interact with guests much, which is part of why I love the industry.
I take a ton of pride in my work and studied the menu a lot. I def still brought a good amount of value because I very frequently corrected the kitchen's mistakes (the kitchen staff for that restaurant primarily cooked for the attached restaurant and weren't really familiar with the pool menu, so I had to make a lot of corrections; ie they kept putting something labelled breakfast biscuit sandwich on white bread instead of a biscuit since that's how it comes for the restaurant). Also, being a server, it's a constant annoyance when the kitchen misses/ignores special instructions, so I triple check every ticket and don't think I sent out one mess up that entire first month.
Me and the kitchen staff got along great (and still do). Which is weird because I'm used to being a server and pretty much always having friction with BOH. But now I spend most of my time in the kitchen, we have solid rapport, they trust me, we joke around, we always fist bump and whatnot.
Well now for the kicker... the hotel finished renovations on a second pool, a much larger pool with a kitchen attached and has been a big deal. It's getting a ton of scrutiny from upper management. I am literally the only pool food runnebusser for the property. Well, I was, they hired two new runners, one called out every single shift after getting hired, and the other is a kid, no idea what he's doing, doesn't really do much (or anything without initiative) and has already called out like 8 times in his first 3 weeks. So uh yeah I'm assuming he's gone (really sucked when he was here because I had to split tip out with him even though he did virtually nothing... the first day at the new pool he spent the entire day in the back room aside from when i went on break). So yeah needless to say I didn't have much of a choice in going to the new, other pool to work.
The new pool is at least more like a normal restaurant in that it's not a 10 minute walk/elevator ride to the dining area and I can actually be present and finally intermingle with FOH (my people, at least at past jobs). A lot of the servers got moved down to the new pool, but the bartenders are all people I hadn't worked with before.
Most of the bartenders/barbacks are super cool with me, although the tip out definitely hasn't been as generous (more like $8-13). However, one bartender just seemed to loathe me from the first day we met the other week. Usually no reaction whatsoever if I say a joke or anecdote or just do some general restaurant humor, will just walk away while I'm telling an anecdote which annoyed me and I piped up with 'good talk'. Today gave him his personal food and no thank you or anything and just dropped the napkins I was trying to hand him. Yesterday I walked into the break area/office while he was on break and a bunch of the server girls were there too, and they were having a discussion about someone being smug, and whether its autism or narcissism. I didn't think it was about me given we've only worked together a week and that would be a pretty crazy leap, but I mean yeah I'm def on the spectrum and very perfectionist when it comes to work, so it was still in the back of my mind. I jokingly asked one of the girls who the autistic narcissist is and she said me then asked what my sign was... not entirely sure if that was a joke, but given how dickish the one particular bartender at the center of the conversation is towards me, it doesn't seem out of this world that he was talking about me. I've been pretty depressed ever since tbh, happened yesterday and I've just been in a more and more gloom mood, and reverting back to being quiet and not joking around or trying to be personable.
The servers just have no interest in talking to me or anything, which is weird because I'm used to talking to/joking around with all my coworkers, it was the best part of working in a restaurant tbh. Most of the servers don't seem to have any restaurant experience which is kinda weird, they don't really know what I'm talking about when I say the word weeded, don't bring anything for the guests ahead of the food arriving, don't really do much aside from talking to them and getting the ordedelivering the drinks.
I digress... this new pool has WAY higher food sales. And has a restaurant attached that I food run to and bus to as well. I'm busy nonstop and running my ass off while simultaneously rushing to clean everything since I'm the dual runnebusser. During the weekend I'm virtually moving nonstop with something always ready to be ran. I also roll all of the silverware myself (which is at least nice overtime because my scheduled hours are during service, when it's too busy to roll, so I also have to roll everything after and bus the restaurant). I pretty much do all elements of food service myself, I bring the condiments, the silverware... the servers don't ever specify if side plates are needed and they do not bring them ahead of time so I've taken it upon myself to try and peep every situation to see if I need to bring side plates with the order. The servers don't course anything out whatsoever for the restaurant which annoys me a lot (salads, apps, mains all at once ayy), which idk maybe my annoyance and trying to figure out if it should be coursed is what's lending to my reputation as an autistic narcissist...
I did kinda throw a jab in at the bartender prior to the 'autistic narcissist' incident that the lime wedges look like shit (which he ignored) because they were all brown and obv days old. I wouldn't normally be so brazen to say that but this was after he'd already been acting like a dick towards me so my resentment was near peak.
What really grinds my gears though and is driving me crazy with resentment is that I'm making less at this new pool despite working about 10x as hard. The bartender who tipped me out really well is still at the other pool. There's more people working this pool and lots will just forget to tip out (which again is weird since management doesn't just collect it, like at every other restaurant I've worked at). A lot of the girls are still tipping out the $4 or $5 bullshit, basically their leftover ones. The bartender does like $8-13 which is hard to be too mad at since it's right next to the expo, but still not giving me the boost I was used to.
Mind you, this isn't a cheap spot. Drinks are $18-25. Food is $13-25. And the weekends have been pretty much busy nonstop. Should I make more of a fuss about the girls who are tipping out $4, or not at all? It's basically an honor system and there's a solid amount of dicking me over, especially considering I handle virtually all elements of food service aside from actually taking the order (which I could very easily do, and do well, but not being an attractive girl I'm not allowed). I've never worked anywhere my tip out was like $4. Even in 2016 the hosts got a flat $10 from each server which would prob amount to more. I'm also getting extremely anxious over thee social elements and feeling like an annoyance, and not really respected. I don't really have anyone to talk to or joke around with aside from the BOH and the other bartenders who are a hike to get to from where I'm stationed.
I guess that's all, just wanted to vent a bit and I've generally always had a great experience sharing here. Pretty damn anxious and sad right now and tired of feeling like the harder I try the worse things go.

Acne develops when the pores on your skin get clogged. The type of acne it produces depends on what clogs those pores. It can be blocked by oil, bacteria, dead skin cells, and dirt. Why does acne develop during the teenage years? One of the biggest reasons is the change in hormones. A certain hormone called androgens increases during adolescence which increases the size of the oil glands. This results in the production of more oil which will clog the pores.
The oil glands are called sebaceous glands and they are present right under the surface of the skin with the hair follicles. These glands secrete oil to keep the skin from drying out. But in the case of acne, it produces too much oil which clogs the pore along with the hair follicle which results in acne. Oil glands get active once puberty starts, which is why teenagers get acne.
But acne can be particularly frustrating for adults. Some adults continue to get acne from their teen years and others might develop acne well into their 40s. This is known as “adult-onset acne”. One of the most common causes of adult acne is hormonal imbalance. It is more common in women. Women experience fluctuating hormones during periods, pregnancy, birth pills, and menopause. Other contributing factors that can cause acne would be stress, genetics, hair and skin care products a person uses, or side effects of medications.
There are several myths about acne. It is one of the most common skin conditions and the most poorly understood problem. Some of the common myths include:

• Poor diet causes acne:

Eating a healthy balanced meal is important for a person’s health but there has been no research that backs poor diet causing acne.

• Poor hygiene and dirty skin:

The biological mechanisms that trigger acne always happen beneath the skin not on the surface therefore, hygiene has nothing to do with triggering acne. Keeping it clean has nothing to do with acne washing your face often might exacerbate the condition.

• Squeezing your acne is the best way to get rid of it:

No. It will make the acne worse and you will also end up with acne scars. Therefore, never squeeze your acne.
There are different types of acne- whiteheads and blackheads are known as comedones and are the most common type. Then there is inflammatory acne known as papules, pustules, nodules, and cysts. These conditions will most likely leave scars on your skin.

Background: I am a young adult brown woman who was born and raised in the west. So I don’t carry on the south Asian respect your elders with no question tradition. I firmly believe in respect being returned only if it was given.
So today my mother and I were at a busy food court I had gotten us a table while she ordered cause we anticipated the long wait time for a table. I managed to get one and a few people asked to sit but accepted when I said I had people coming.
So a little bit after my mother comes back I see a brown woman walking around looking for a spot with a kid and I see her notice us using 2/4 spots across from each other but didn’t say anything. I don’t like sharing tables especially cause all of our food took up the limited table space.
But I see her ask the table beside us if her kids, her second one suddenly appeared, can sit and they let them. These women were east Asian so not brown like the rest of us. Eventually this woman’s mother or mil joined and the og woman gestured that she could sit in the spot beside me without even asking or looking at us for a nod of permission.
So since I knew they asked the other people but not us I sarcastically spat out “I like when you asked.” And as expected they didn’t expect me to not follow the brown elder respect thing and were embarrassed and immediately got up even when I said “ You can sit, you just have/had to ask.”
From experience brown elders all get so surprised you don’t hand them respect when they didn’t respect you enough to ask. What if we had family in the bathroom or in a line. Plus if it matters I do have social anxiety which is another reason I don’t like sharing tables, which is why my mother was more shocked I said anything at all.
My mother wasn’t mad at me but she reminded me that in heour culture they don’t know what sarcasm is and just take it as being rude. But I honestly don’t care, if they asked we would have said yes but they simply expected us to allow her to sit.
The woman's family ended up being 6 people and they got a table soon after so it's not like they stood for too long and it's not like they could fit on the 4 seats left between our table and the east Asian women.
So AITA?

TLDR I am in a relationship which has got very onsided (i do everything financially, emotionally, practicality/chores) while my girlfriend keeps getting more angry with me for small things no matter what i try to the point where i get depressed and even feel a bit unsafe at home. My girlfriend has been going through hell so I have tried to be understanding, but shes not open to trying to change things and i am not sure how much longer i keep trying as its breaking my mental health. But I still really care about her and don't want to leave her without support so feel trapped and unsure what to do I feel a bit strange posting here at my age but feeling really lost it could do with some advice.
First a bit of background.
I am a m32, and have been dating my girlfriend f29 (gf), for coming up to a year, we both live in London.
There’s a bit of important background for both of us first.
I had some really big health (including depression) and career headaches (all sorted now and I’m generally in a very good place in both ) so coupled with the pandemic vaporising two years, I’ve had about five years off from being in (and not really seeking out) relationships, so I both feel a bit rusty and to be honest and within anxious about getting older (I do want to have a family/settle down).
Gf has had a really tough time her previous relationship was quite badly abusive and when I met her (which I didn’t know originally) she was staying in a women’s shelter.
I’m autistic so sometimes I don’t read social cues and the best way (although I have a decent circle of friends I’m in senior managerial job, I do get by okay but I know it’s not always my biggest strength), I’m about 99% sure gf is as well (not diagnosed which shows a lot of the traits and is of a mind that she probably has herself as well).
And onto the conundrum sorry this is a very long, having read these threads before I know people often miss out important information so I’m trying to be fair but that also means ends up as a bit of a wall of text.
I met gf on a dating website, where she had down as her career, that she did a bit of freelance website design and some translation work (we are both in the UK she is not from the UK originally and does speak a really impressive collection of languages). We started talking online and got on really well. This was odd for me as I tend to take quite a long time to figure if I like someone but we both seem to hit it off pretty much immediately. When we met in person I did realise she was in quite a lot of the worst state then I first thought and she shared (after some gentle prodding) she had been unemployed for a while, has gone out of an abusive relationship, and was in effectively a womens shelter, and was clearly suffering from quite bad depression (I’ve had depression myself and know what a nightmare it can be).
Hearing about the really tough time she had for the last few years absolutely broke my heart and while it wasn’t what I would he planned this point I’d already caught feelings so made it clear I appreciated she has some ship to get through I was happy to take things slowly and carefully and I wanted to be there to try and help.
One of the problem she mentioned was her room was uninhabitable a hot during the summer (we are about to hit a record heat wave) it was clearly really worrying her so I decided to offer to let her stay over at my house during the heatwave (I do have a spare room) while stressing there were no particular expectations from doing so. She agreed came over and I basically spent a long weekend trying to do all the things I felt was missing out on and honestly it was wonderful she got out of her shell we got really close really quickly at the end of the long weekend we properly kissed (as in more then a peck on the cheek) and agreed we were going to try and build something together. The first few months were honestly the best relationship I’d ever had. We have the same interests, she seemed really interested in building a life together, and generally we seem to gel incredibly well . I knew she was in a really crappy place but she was really clear she wanted to get back on her feet was really appreciative of me trying to help a bit with that (we did things like yours at all a user works to help people plan the next steps in their career to figure out what she could do to get a good job). I was paying for the dates (unsurprisingly and happily) but she assured me that what she was getting as benefits was enough to get by day-to-day, and long term she did not want to have to depend on anyone, so I didn’t really intervene more than that.
But then around last winter (so about 4-5 months in) things really started to change. She previously said she wanted to start looking for work after Christmas (she was originally going to be on her own over Christmas so I invited her over to me and my mums). But she was having real trouble starting to look into making applications she lost her computer (I think in the prior abusive relationship), so she was having to go into the library and often couldn’t get a device I could see was really upset about this and hatered how sad it made her, so I talked about it with her and agreed to get her a laptop as a slightly early Christmas present. I should point out a bit about my financial situation here stop I’m in a relatively senior role in a charity I make a good deal more than the national average but I’ve also got, a rather big mortgage (which massively spiked with the increase in interest rates), so I get by certainly don’t have to worry about getting food on the table but spare money is quite tight. So finding the cash for a decent, laptop was a fairly big deal and more or less drained my reserves (especially given of course I’ve been paying double for all the dates etc). Gf knew I was worrying a lot about money especially after the interest rate hike and seemed really understanding and very thankful for the laptop.
But then out of the blue she started talking about trying to apply to go back to uni next year instead of looking for work, she seemed to assume I’d cover the costs for the full three years! I tried to explain calmly and quietly I could not commit to that (after all complete financial responsibility for someone for years is very different to paying for a few meals out), and she got really angry and upset. We had our first really serious fight. But the next day she seemed better pretty much simultaneously came up with a mutual solution (she could look at applying for degree apprenticeship or similar which should mean should be bring enough cash in that it wouldn’t cause me to bigger financial headache even though I would still be doing most of the heavy lifting (which i would be okay with i can do most of it jsut not all long term) and it seemed like things had been resolved).
But ever since then she suddenly getting angry with me about the strangest things.
January came and went she missed the deadline to apply for courses and didn’t start looking for work when I brought up uni deadline and said I was happy to help with paperwork (something she expressed interest in before) she again got really angry with me, and accuse me of trying to force her to do what I want to/fit into a box for my interests. I made it really clear that I’m not too fussed what she does (e.g. she’s talked to a lot of different types of work lots of different types of uni etc) and she is happy with the understanding that I can’t commit to being completely financially responsible for someone else for years given my current financial situation (but I am in a comfortable enough position I can do most of the heavy lifting), but again she got really angry with me and so to say I don’t care about her. I explained I care about her massively and I do everything I can to try and help through I know is a really crap time and then she said this was me trying to blackmail her by doing nice things then creates an obligation for her to do nice things for me which she said isn’t fair…..
I was a bit lost for words as to be honest doing nice things just what I assume once you do for one’s partner! At this point I asked if she really wants to keep going she sounded like she really dislikes me but she said she did. I know sometimes when people are depressed say things they don’t mean and I try to keep muddling along.
A bit after that she went from staying at my house/in my spare room occasionally to pretty much constantly; and I slowly found her financial situation was a lot worse than I thought (she wasn’t affording enough to eat at her room and because of fees and some old debts she basely had no money coming through). Once I realised how bad it was I did offer to help out a little bit and have been giving her a couple of hundred pounds a month to cover necessities (while she’s staying at my mine most of the time so I was largely covering food anyway). Which was doable but again quite a strain in my current financial circumstances (at this point with everything else and higher food bills she’s pretty much all my discretionary spending)
Every now and again we’d link up like we used to and it would be brilliant and still me of those good days and It would remind how much I care about her but as time goes on she’s just getting more and more angry with me about the smallest of things and the good times have hot rarer. She still not looking for work (I’ve not been particularly pushing as I know she gets really worried when people push), and she’s even stopped helping out with basic cleaning when staying over (I’d say initially we were 50-50 now it’s 90/10). At the same time she keeps getting angry with me about the smallest things accusing me of being controlling, not caring for what just seems like normal everyday things.
A recent example was we’d been having a fairly separate day (I have some work to do over the weekend she was feeling unwell), I came down and we watched tv for a bit (I had got a new tv having not had one in my place before as when she was down she liked to binge watch). I tried to pause it manually to say something and she used the remote instead i commented it was amusing how little i know about how to use my tv as i rarely use it and she got very angry about me using the word my instead of our as this apparently meanti was treating her like a guest who could be kickd out at any time and did not care about her. It then took hours to calm her down after this
At the same time she has stopped showing any real affection for me (which has now been a case for about six months) something I used to really like about relationship was how close we were physically, but she stopped showing any real interest even in holding hands or cuddling on the sofa. I explained I was finding this really difficult she said it was and that should work on but then quickly step back into complete disengaging. I did ask if there’s something I could do to help, or if there was anything I was doing wrong and beyond listing whatever she was most recently angry with me about. And it’s not just about physical intimacy is also emotional intimacy when my birthday happened she’d did not even whish me happy birthday or try and do anything for the day, the other weekend when I had a really bad experience work that may be scared I was going to lose my job (I did not and it was fine in the end), and I came down to the sitting room and said I was feeling really vulnerable and scared (and clearly needed a bit of emtional support) she just said it should be fine and she didn’t understand why I was interrupting a television show.
So all in all I feel like I’m doing all the emotional labour, all the actual work, and I’m not getting any support back.
But the tragic thing is I can see moments of her getting better, she’s really musical but when shes depressed she can’t sing but she’s been starting to sing again, she’s really bad taking care of herself and she’s depressed but in the last few weeks and started to use nail varnish again it doesn’t sound like a lot but it’s a massive step for her. But we had long periods of her getting with me for anything that I do I’ve asked if she wants to break up but she’s been adamant that she doesn’t, she even says we fit really well together and keeps saying shes feels better when shes with me which makes me feel so happy I am helping. But the simple fact of the matter is for months now I’ve been living in a really uncomfortable environment I try and build bridges just gets shot down. In the meantime I keep crossing lines I’m not comfortable with (whether that’s starting to help pay off some of her debts, or effectively having her move in without having agreed), but I feel if I try and push back she just gets more angry with me more unwell.
I know if I ended the relationship it would pretty much destroy her (and she has more or less said that) I’m the only support network she’s got, and without me in her current situation I know she’d even struggle to do things like get regular food. And the honest truth is when we had in a good place I feel more alive with her than have anyone else. I also remember when I was badly depressed, I lost a lot of good friends including a good relationship because I wasn’t in any state to engage with people so it will be there to be supportive of her even if it means a few bumpy months, to look after someone I care about. But the stress of both carrying all of the burden for months, and constantly being berated for anything I do in my own home is starting to make me really ill to the point where it’s affecting my work in beginning to make me depressed in turn (something I haven’t had to deal with in years). When I have told her a few times I’m feeling really sad (without saying the cause is) she’s effectively just responded with well there’s not much I can do about that, and wandered off to watch TV or do things on her phone, while when the roles are reversed I drop everything to try and help her get through a dark period.
I think if I keep this up I’m going to have a nervious breakdown, but at the same time besides the fact they do really care about her and would like to stay with them if I could, it feels monstrous to break up knowing I’d be destroying her support network and throwing her back into the dark kit she was in when we met.
I’ve tried suggesting things like therapy and even offered to help her get access to it but while she initially shows interest she then doesn’t engage/ go forward with it. In general whenever I try and talk to her about my worries she just gets really angry with me to the point where I am scared to talk about my own needs. Ive also floated talking to other folk about out issues (id usually chat to friends or family about this sort of thing) but she got really angry and said it was private and I should not tell anyone hence coming hear where its at least anonymous)
So I’m at a loss, as to what I can do next I can’t live the rest of my life like this, but I feel trapped and I’m getting to the point where I feel scared and depressed in my own house, but i dont want to abandon her in her current situation so I don’t want to do next.
So for the kind souls who have read all the way through this
I can give more detail on any of the above but felt I should stop as I have already written a bit of a novel in length.
What do you think I should do?

My Wife(21F) and I(21M) ran into some issues about 8-9 months ago where she found some messages on my phone with other women. I was out of line with some of them, but the main issue is that I didn't tell her anything. We decided to work on it, but I let myself fall apart trying to focus on fixing the relationship rather than improve who I am as a person. During that time she met another man going through problems with his wife, and they developed a very emotionally intimate relationship and talked about leaving their respective spouses to start a life together until he cut off contact to save his family.
I tried to help her get back on her feet after losing him but it only seemed to make her more certain that she wanted to leave me. Recently she went to visit an old friend I'd never heard of and while she was gone I saw some photos and videos of her and this guy cheating on me. She told me she has the divorce papers ready to fill out and when she got back we started completing them but nothing has been filed. She doesn't know that I know what's been going on, and I still want to be with her and rebuild not only the marriage but our friendship too. She's lied to me about what happened and lied to him about sleeping with me when she got back, so I'm sure she won't come clean on her own.
Should I tell her that I know everything, or leave it be?

I’ve known I was at least bisexual since I was a kid. My first relationship ever was with a girl, but it was toxic and took a huge toll on me because I was naive. After that I had a few other girlfriends but I mainly dated guys. I was terrified of being alone and not being loved and I searched for that in all the wrong places. When I was about to turn 18 I found my fiancé. Our relationship was strong from the start and it moved quickly, but not in a way we were uncomfortable with. Probably about a year and a half into dating we got engaged. It wasn’t a surprise and it wasn’t fancy. I picked out my own ring and he never even got on one knee. He just asked my dad for permission and we called it done. At the time, that was fine. But I realize now that I was so scared of being alone and I loved that I was caught in a fog. And now, 5 years later that fog has lifted. We hardly ever do the deed because I’m just not into it. I assumed it was my chronic illness that is known to reduce libido but I came to the realization that I’m more attracted to women than men.
The thing is I do love him, We’ve been through 5 years of good times and bullshit. We moved to his hometown because his family was supposed to help us but all they did was screw us over. We’ve been living in a motel for almost 2 weeks because my sister in law stole the money for our rent and we got evicted. We’ve tried to get married like three times now and something always happens to mess with our money so we can’t afford it. I’ve been out of work for months so he is supporting both of us. It’s tight at times but it’s been okay. We’ve had each other. he truly has taken care of me all these years but I just don’t think this is the relationship for me. But The thought of starting over terrifies me. I will have absolutely nothing and I’ll probably have to move in with my parents. And the thought of Stepping into the dating scene after 5 years, esp as a plus size woman, leaves me wondering if I’d ever even get a date or find someone who is my forever. I just keep doing this back and forth and I have no one to give me advice or talk to. I don’t know what to do 😭😭
TD;LR : I’m engaged to a man but realize I like women, I don’t know whether to stay with him or take a chance that I find THE woman for me.

Im christian and a black woman and that combination....lol I feel like doesnt mix well. Ive been a christian all my life pretty much, when I was younger it was actually easier for me to be a christian, because even though I was exposed to a lot of the world, I was still naive, I had hope, I saw the world in a brighter lens, as ive age, ive understood that Dr.King didnt really solve racism or the back community like the elementary history books taught lol.
I wasnt really raised in an all white neighborhood or an all black neighborhood, it was just very diverse. I had white friends, asian friends and some black friends etc, but I never felt like I fit in with anyone, and sadly especially black people, I was bullied a lot by black people, even though I am black. I was called weird or an oreo or fat, too black, ugly...I am a bit goofy, but im just nerdy...and was raised a lot in the church so I think I moved differently then most kids growing up.
I wont lie, at an early age, I kind of peeped that being another race or another skin tone was better than my own, so I wanted to change it, I wanted long straight hair like other races of women, I wanted to be light like other races of women, and at a really young age I started to find most people that looked like me ugly, Thank God I have been able to kind of get out of that headspace now officially.
(A bit of some back ground): I have six siblings, 3 on both sides have the same parents, I was a surprised and the youngest, so I am the only one that doesn't have the same dad on one or mom on the other as the 6, one particular sibling when I was a kid would constantly talk about how her features were european like which all of my siblings are beautiful and lighter than me, and even though she was dark skin men of all races still found her pretty because she had European features and or looked exotic. She use to say this and I internalized it at a very young age, maybe 6 or 7. This is when I started to hate my skin tone and my features.
This is all so much but, to make a long story short, I feel like I dont fit in anywhere, I dont fit in with black people because tbh Im still traumatized by how I was treated by them and still am treated by them
When ever I try to talk to other black people about this, mainly black women, its like they never want to talk about it. Whenever I say, I feel like my skintone has prevented me from doing things that really make me happy, they say that I still need to be happy, or that they dont need negative energy. In particular, about dating, its like my people are oblivious to how screwed we are, I cant talk about how me being dark skin makes it hard for me, because either I will be told that plenty of men like black women like me, or I will be told that they never had an issue getting dates.
Well I have.
Im not saying I take care of myself, I use to be 300 pounds, I have lost a lot of weight, and in that weightloss I was diagnosed with body dysmorphia, so not only do I think my skintone is disgusting but I also have to keep a sheet over my mirror so I dont see the loose skin that I have from loosing a lot of weight.
I go to the gym 2-5 times a week, for about 3 months now coming up, Im trying to like my hair and actually learn how to take care of it, but I cant help to think no matter how much I try, I will still just be the fat ugly dark black girl.
I feel guilty for saying I hate being black, but I do, I hate having to look up whether people of my complexion can travel to certain places around the world, I hate having to be afraid to talk to boys because I have to wonder if they like black girls, I hate being viewed as lower IQ just because I am black, I hate it, I hate it, I just want to be normal, I want to feel comfortable and beautiful and not feel like my existence is a parasite to people...
I just want to feel...idk I just want to not feel so trapped

So I’m caught in a bit of a dilemma involving these two women that I see in the same social setting very frequently. Both are absolutely gorgeous but from two different worlds. Each one entices my attention in all the right ways but here’s the kicker. [1]I’m pretty much best friends with one who we’ve had our moments in the past, but they’ve always been interrupted by the guy she was seeing off and on at that time. She’s since broken him off completely but has stated to me that she’s enjoying her own time being her own woman(I haven’t told her my true thoughts but I also think that we’ve been around each other enough to where it wouldn’t be a surprise if she’s at least picked up a few hints). Then there’s [2] the other half of my dilemma. She’s very very easy to get along with, but she has a boyfriend. I know don’t be a home wrecker. Which is why I refrain myself from making any moves on her even though it’s almost effortless to have a good time with her. HOWEVER, she constantly tries to get me to go places with her like getting ice cream or getting drinks. Always insists on picking me up for any outting that we’re both happening to be at, etc. I respect her relationship but it just seems like she’s done and I don’t want to tell her to break up with him because she could also decide that what we’re doing isn’t what she ultimately wants and secludes back into him. They both know each other but not how they each tie in with me. I’m split because I don’t know which one to choose if I should even go for either of them at all. I’m supposed to go out with [2] next week and I just have the feeling that it’s gonna be a deal breaking night but I also don’t know if I should tell [1] about my thoughts before then? I just don’t want my time wasted.

Unfortunately, I broke my streak, but I am committed to coming back from now on. I want to express my gratitude to this community for being an inspiration to me. Thank you all.
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I experienced several benefits during my streak:
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1) Significant reduction in my anxiety levels.
2) Increased self-confidence allowed me to maintain eye contact and engage in conversations, which used to be a struggle for me.
3) My gym workouts improved significantly.
4) I felt a stronger connection with my faith.
5) I stopped idolizing women and started treating them as equals, prioritizing my own well-being.

For the past few years(i’m in my twenties) I have always had the dream and goal of becoming a successful musician/artist. Lately after releasing music and content, I have gained numbers more and more and i can feel the clout arise. Like…. i’m actually getting noticed.
The problem is, while i’m getting some recognition i have also been hooking up with transgender women/models. The reason why this worries me is because none of my friends/family/fans know about this part of my sex life (I identify myself as a straight male because I love femininity). Keep in mind it’s NOT about people finding out that worries me, it’s about my music career falling off because people found out, i hope that makes sense.
I feel like it could be any day now that someone can find out my secret because of a post or a comment that someone leaves on a video.
I think the worst part is that i have sent so many nudes to these transgender women and all it takes is for one of them to put it out there and them in screwed. What should i do?? Do i keep chasing the dream?? Or do i stop the music dream now in order to save my sexual kinks from being exposed and not take music too serious anymore and just go back to hitting the books at my college?
I feel like i really have a good chance of getting the clout i want from my music but it really sucks that i have to consider not following all the way through because of the choices i made in my sex life.
P.s - I have blocked pretty much every transgender and female that i have sent my nudes too so that they don’t have them anymore.

the grand redditor helps dante find a fedora to replace one he lost
Is there anything worse than wearing a green hat? Maybe a gold hat? Well, dante might not feel too lonely now if he were to know that one redditor has lost his special fedora. That redditor is redditor extraordinarius, who was introduced to Dante by the devil may cry 6, the redditor who did not even give the sparda anything to change into his special devil may cry 6 fedora.
After seeing Dante was missing one of his hats, and seeing his pictures, grandpa told the devil may cry 6 that if he does not do anything to help him, then he would be looking at him and that he. vergil is trying to become the supreme redditor on redditspards to save dante from the dark demons.
Here are some more pictures of dante wearing his old black fedora
sparda told me that if I wanted to save Dante from the evil tortures, then I
"may be able to find a precious fedora on redditspards and change it to the special one"
"Once I changed into my special fedora, I would be able to fight and defeat all the evil demons and save dante from their tortures forever. After I saved dante, then I would be able to become the ultimate redditor and save countless redditors from being tortured as well. I would be able to wear that exact fedora then i get time with lady sparda."
One redditor, sparda, was so touched by the pleas of dante to please help him with his hat that he created a post, called "The Mysterious Death of Dante's Hat" and he offered to help. This is where he asked for the redditors help, since he is only one person.
"Please help me find a beloved fedora to replace my special one. Please help me find a grand devil may cry 6 fedora to replace my fedora, my favorite girls are that of whom are on the clock as I type this post, please help me find the mysterious death of Dante's hat, to restore my faith in reddit. I do not know if the devil may cry 6 knew the death of dante's hat, but I do know that he made sure that a special hat was made, just like he did with all the other things that helped him become a supreme redditor. He lost his hat after I was summoned into hell, and left me to look for it. I will not lose faith in reddit now, I know that he is searching and searching for me and all of my loved ones to let them return. All I ask now, that I get my hat back."
He went on to explain that women are better then birds of a feather . But it might have been a slut dragon, since he told his followers to wear a dappa, meaning a hat. He also told them to wear hats, which one, we are unsure if that was the sparda or what, but it was some other redditor.
"I had the honor of meeting sparda on Wednesday, and on Thursday, the redditor fedora vergil contacted me to tell me that he was having problems with a hat. This hat was a purple, devil may cry 6 fedora.
I contacted grand devil may cry, to see if I could get a devil may cry 6 fedora back. After he told me that a devil may cry 6 fedora would not be available

This may be a little OT, but dating myself after becoming fifty was a major turn in my life. I had an ongoing cycle in my love life, like being in a relationship, the realization phase where it got stuck (I realized we were never a fit what led into withdrawal), the break up followed by one to two years being single and then finding myself back into a relationship. Because every relationship lasted for not longer than three years I never was married. After becoming fifty I broke this cycle and stayed single, COVID did it’s part to it, and it was horrible. Moving from understanding that being alone doesn’t mean I’m lonely was a tough road to ride on for about four month. After reorienting my values and my focus it took me another four month and it’s a still ongoing change. I met some women in this second four month, and where I was left to just hop into a new relationship, I ended contact. I will be dating again, somewhen, whenever — but under different rules. And I’m quite interested what this will be like. With my changed and new mindset I’m quite sure that I will find something what is way closer to love than it was ever before in my life.

on August 8th, Ohio's holding a special election for people to vote on a measure that will make it harder to pass constitutional amendments by ballot initiatives.
Specifically, the measure would require petitioners trying to get an initiative on the ballot to get signatures from voters in all of Ohio's 88 counties, which is a massive, massive jump from the current law, which only requires that petitioners collect signatures from 44 counties.
They're basically creating a situation where if 87 counties support putting a constitutional amendment to the people, but just one doesn't, it doesn't happen. A single county could effectively hold the rest of the state hostage. The measure would also get rid of the 10 day period during which petitioners are allowed to go out and collect additional signatures if it's determined that they didn't have enough valid signatures to get on the ballot.
Easily the most significant step this measure would take is that it would raise the threshold for the number of voters needed to approve a constitutional amendment from 50% to 60%. Meaning if 59% say, "Yes, we think this should be done," but 41% say, "No, the minority of voters "could undermine the democratic will of the majority." So we're talking about minority rule. And so unsurprisingly, the move's been highly controversial and widely criticizes undemocratic. With over 250 unions, the community groups opposing it, hundreds of demonstrators going to the state legislature to protest against it,
I mean, this is so contentious that it even faced bipartisan opposition from Ohio State legislators when they were first considering a resolution to put the question to voters. Right, and the whole idea of increasing the threshold for voter approval on constitutional amendments was brought forward back in November by Ohio's Republican Secretary of State, Frank LaRose and Republican representative Brian Stewart. With the two men and other supporters of the move arguing that this is absolutely necessary to protect Ohio's constitution from out-of-state money and outside special interests. But in a letter to Republicans that was obtained by reporters back in December, Stewart made it abundantly clear that his real intention here was to make it harder for voters to change the constitution so that the GOP could defeat abortion and gerrymandering amendments.
And that whole, "We are trying to protect the constitution "from out-of-state special interest stuff," it was proved to be total bullshit. This, because it was revealed that an Illinois billionaire who funded groups involved in the January 6th insurrection and efforts to overturn the 2020 election had donated $1.1 million to a PAC, supporting the effort to raise the vote threshold. Or even before that was discovered in an initial attempt to pass the resolution in December, failed to get enough support to pass the legislature because Republicans remained divided on the matter.
However, everything changed after two reproductive rights groups teamed up to get an abortion access amendment on the ballot in Ohio this November. The groups quickly beginning to power through the various hurdles needed to get on the ballot. In fact, as of recording, they're still in the process of collecting signatures. And the fact that this was even a possibility lit a fire under the Republican's asses. All of a sudden, boom, real life, this is a major existential threat to the GOP efforts to control women's bodies.
Or because recent votes and similar amendments have shown that when the people are actually given a chance to say what they want, they choose reproductive rights. And since Roe was reversed, voters in multiple states have approved constitutional amendments enshrining abortion access. And that includes traditionally conservative and Republican leaning states like Kansas and Kentucky.
But as NPR notes, no vote has exceeded 60%. An AP VoteCast polling last year found that 59% of Ohio voters say abortion should generally be legal. So changing the threshold for a constitutional amendments to be passed to 60% could make all the difference. And so when the Republicans who were initially divided on that 60% threshold measure realized, "Oh shit." "The people could get what they want," they said, "Not today, democracy."
And they banded together early in May to pass resolution to put the matter to voters. But very notably here, instead of putting that matter on the ballot in November, which is when voters will consider other ballot measures this year, including the probable abortion amendment, the lawmakers set up a special election in August, making it super fucking transparent this is just an attempt to try and manipulate the issue to go their way by changing the vote threshold before voters considered the abortion protections.
Which is also why they set the election in the middle of fucking summer when voter turnout could be lower. But that's not even the craziest thing, 'cause this is where shit really goes off the rails. Just five months earlier, Ohio's Republican governor signed an election bill that had been passed by the GOP controlled legislature and literally banned August elections. We're talking about a change that was explicitly supported by many Republicans who argued, August elections are expensive and had low turnout.
With this, of course, including the same two guys who brought the 60% threshold resolution about in the first place. With Representative Stewart, who introduced the bill, once saying, "I've wanted to eliminate August elections "for my entire time as a public official." And as if that wasn't enough, just wait until you hear what Secretary of State LaRose once argued. Right, after the Ohio House passed legislation banning August special elections in 2021, this man issued a statement saying, "August special elections generate chronically low turnout "because voters aren't expecting an election to occur. "This is bad news for the civic health of our state. "Interest groups often manipulatively put issues "on the ballot in August "because they know fewer Ohioans are paying attention. "As a result, the side that wins "is typically the one that has a vested interest "in the passage of the issue. "Voters are just as capable "of voting on these important issues "during the standard primary and general elections." You hypocritical scumbags. It would be funny if it was not scary, if literally your game plan wasn't, we gotta suppress the will of the people, 'cause the will of the people's not what we want. They want this so bad, because in order for lawmakers to even pass the measure to hold the August special, they literally had to approve a whole separate resolution to bring back August elections for special purposes. So unsurprisingly, the move is very quickly challenged in a lawsuit claiming that the August special election is illegal because it clearly violates the very new ban on August elections. But that suit, which was filed before the Ohio Supreme Court, will have to be dealt with very soon if it's actually gonna impact the upcoming election. And in the meantime, I guess the point of this story is if you live in Ohio or someone you know lives in Ohio and you're the fans of democracy not being under minority rule, save the date, August 8th. If more people do not spread the word, they are going to successfully fuck you. Because unfortunately, for a growing number of people in this country, it's not about decency, it's not about democracy, it's about power and control.

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Hoping K&S pay some attention to this.

Ok so the general idea of the book is about a girl who moves with her family to like an old town and they own and run an airbnb. When they've moved there the daughter (who's the main character) starts seeing the ghost of a fox who keeps heading into the woods near her families home/airbnb. She seems tempted by it and goes outside to follow it many times throughout the book. Everyone in the town including her family except her brother thinks she's crazy. And at the middle/beginning of it a women is murdered and no one knows who did it.
Skipping to around the middle of the book the daughter again is lead outside to the woods by the fox, this time during the day where she runs into a creepy man and If I remember correctly he is built very large and tall and is trying to kill her. She runs from him and tries to hide in a barn but for some reason I forget she leaves and is at the entrance of the woods and runs into the forest. I'm pretty sure she trips and gets her foot stuck in a root of a tree while the creepy dud is still hunting her down. She isn't able to get free and he appears before her I think wearing a fox head (like he just decapitate a fox) and holding an axe. I also believe when the police show up there's a fox corpse near where she is but I'm not sure. Also the whole forest area is like off limits with caution tape around it.
Another part that happens later after this is her brother gets sick and is bed ridden. She goes downstairs for some reason and sees a crack or something in the floor boards under where his room is and decides to open it more, and finds a box with i think a key inside.
Sorry this is really all over the place I can only remember bits and pieces of the book since I read it back in middle school 😭. The genre was horror, mystery and supernatural.

Tl;dr: see title
I’m going on a rant here.
I’d like to think I’m a nice guy - I don’t mean to harm to anymore or invite trouble. I don’t do stupid shit. I work hard, do things I like and constantly work on being a better version of myself. But I have bad days as well. And today is one of those days.
The last 2 relationships I’ve been in have ended with one of them cheating on me, the other wanting to get back with ex. This is after 2.5yrs and 1yr each.
I obviously didn’t see either of those things happening. I know I can’t control what other do. But damn, it sucks!
I’m an introvert. I also lack social skills to maintain small talk.
I have to really put effort into meeting women, or even maintaining a conversation on an app. I’ve started to question if it’s even worth putting myself out there again.
What does a guy have to do to find a decent human being to be with these days?

Edit: How ironic is that username! I just saw it. 😂