(i'm dislexic dont mind the spelling)
I (17) have trauma from watching him beat my brother nearly to death multiple times when i was younger ( from conciousness to at least 7). I was always his favorite child considering my brother (30) was always doing drugs and getting arrested and my sister (22) never had any of the same interests. I've always been into marvel movies, comics and guitars which are his favorite things too. We've always been close until i was a teenager. He always yelled at me, threw things and on occasion hit me. Things started getting wierd a couple years ago when i lost a lot of weight and started caring about my looks. At first it was just quick glances which is pretty fucking wierd but kind of minor compared to other shit recently. Also a few months ago i got a boyfriend and his reaction was interesting. When my sister got a bf my dad became friends with him immediately but he treats my bf like shit (my bf is an amazing person he has no reason to hate him). My dad has this carhart jacket i always steal cus its obvs comfy and after a while he bought me one. he was away for work and facetimed me while my bf was over. On the call he asked me if i liked it (obvs i do bruh☠️) and he told me to put it on. at the time i wasnt wearing pants (i like to be comfy) so i told him i didnt wanna get up and hes seen me in the jacket mutiple times anyway. for some reason he jus did not let it go and after like 5 mins of me saying i didnt want to and my bf giving me wierd/uncomfy looks i finally caved to get him to shut up. i put the phone on my shelf just high wnough where he cant see that im not wearing pants and put on the jacket. he just sat there for like 30 seconds silently and then told me to turn around. me and my bf were both confused cus its just a basic hoodie with nothing on the back. again he would not shut up so i did and quickly turned back around. after that he literally just said bye and hung up. the convo was so creepy my bf literally asked if anything happened to me as a kid. its been a couple weeks and since then ive noticed him staring at my chest without even caring ( before anyone says "what were u wearing" i always wear extremely oversized tees and sweatpants so stfu). I genuinely dont know if im overreacting or if this is normal but both me and my bf are extremely creeped out. what do i do.

We recently witnessed an incident involving ACP office of Kengeri callously handling an incident regarding women safety. A similar kind of indifferent attitude was confronted with the office ofACP BANASWADI on 16th January 2024. I received around 9 calls from the below-said number +91 80 2294 2147 between 14.06 to 14.43. The caller had difficulty in communicating anything other than Kannada. Though I was able to hear him clearly and also did not perceive noise disruptions either from their side or my side not sure why the caller felt the audio was not clear for him. My phone is configured to record the calls for quick review through Transcription and AI research besides to help in case of disconnections alongside to abate spam (UCC) and scam.. Total Call Attempts: 9 Missed/Dropped: 3 Received/Recorded: 6 In one of the call we could momentarily touch upon the topic of the call regarding the previous complaint I made several months ago regarding a scammer pretending to be from a non-existent Horamavu police station. I had done my research through Bangalore discussion forums to confirm it is indeed a spam and based on the same gave a tip-off to IPGRS that time itself. The original incident (root of the interactions) is as below.
I have been receiving a bunch of sub-minute calls from +91 95992 30065 between 15.19 and 15.20 on September 2023. All of them were no voice transmissions from the caller. Additionally the Hello was not reciprocated making one feel like an autodial-agent/recorded call. A few minutes later a threat-tainted message originated from the number. The response filed after a few days on IPGRS is as below. Interestingly other than the spurt of calls on January, there was no such update to me from the investigation team. The big question is that the number which threatened seemed to have mentioned they do not know about this. And the LawEnforcement has believed the same without verifying their CDR from the telephone company.
Shouldn't we consider this too as an act of Omission and #ommission or Negligence of Duty? Hence I had reported about this shoddy investigation (vide 97951) and escalated back to IPGRS vide 147245 And this one seems to have got assigned to Sarjapura Police Station and the response from them was to transfer to Department of Administrative Reforms (CPGRS) citing it is applicable to Government of India and not them.
Incidentally we can not check the progress of complaints without knowing which mobile number and/or email address was used to register the same on PgPortal. A comprehensive narration of the post with pertinent exhibits have been shared on X (erstwhile Twitter) with Bengaluru Law Enforcement over here.

We recently witnessed an incident involving ACP office of Kengeri callously handling an incident regarding women safety. A similar kind of indifferent attitude was confronted with the office ofACP BANASWADI on 16th January 2024. I received around 9 calls from the below-said number +91 80 2294 2147 between 14.06 to 14.43. The caller had difficulty in communicating anything other than Kannada. Though I was able to hear him clearly and also did not perceive noise disruptions either from their side or my side not sure why the caller felt the audio was not clear for him. My phone is configured to record the calls for quick review through Transcription and AI research besides to help in case of disconnections alongside to abate spam (UCC) and scam.. Total Call Attempts: 9 Missed/Dropped: 3 Received/Recorded: 6 In one of the call we could momentarily touch upon the topic of the call regarding the previous complaint I made several months ago regarding a scammer pretending to be from a non-existent Horamavu police station. I had done my research through Bangalore discussion forums to confirm it is indeed a spam and based on the same gave a tip-off to IPGRS that time itself. The original incident (root of the interactions) is as below.
I have been receiving a bunch of sub-minute calls from +91 95992 30065 between 15.19 and 15.20 on September 2023. All of them were no voice transmissions from the caller. Additionally the Hello was not reciprocated making one feel like an autodial-agent/recorded call. A few minutes later a threat-tainted message originated from the number. The response filed after a few days on IPGRS is as below. Interestingly other than the spurt of calls on January, there was no such update to me from the investigation team. The big question is that the number which threatened seemed to have mentioned they do not know about this. And the LawEnforcement has believed the same without verifying their CDR from the telephone company.
Shouldn't we consider this too as an act of Omission and #ommission or Negligence of Duty? Hence I had reported about this shoddy investigation (vide 97951) and escalated back to IPGRS vide 147245 And this one seems to have got assigned to Sarjapura Police Station and the response from them was to transfer to Department of Administrative Reforms (CPGRS) citing it is applicable to Government of India and not them.
Incidentally we can not check the progress of complaints without knowing which mobile number and/or email address was used to register the same on PgPortal. A comprehensive narration of the post with pertinent exhibits have been shared on X (erstwhile Twitter) with Bengaluru Law Enforcement over here.

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It was expected that the final would take a pair a good week to get back to the school. Typically, you were put in an area that was more remote and you might encounter mild troubles. So instead, the next day, Pedro and Lorena drove them to another pack that the alpha had spoken to and arranged for the four of them to go and visit as well as why. They arrived as night was falling.
It was the pack’s alpha that came to meet them. “I am Alpha Sanchez. I understand you are here to collect some of our dead?”
“Yes alpha.” As she spoke, Featherwind and Hiahi appeared next to her. Their sudden appearance startled him. “I have been tasked with helping the living New Moon wolves to connect with their fallen counterparts that can teach them the ways of the gifts that have become lost in time. Do we have permission to enter your lands and collect some of your dead to benefit all New Moon wolves?”
“I will allow it. Come and let us offer hospitality to your escort and then I will take you to our burial grounds.” He replied.
Featherwind put a hand on Erin’s shoulder. “Hiahi and I will go and speak to the dead first so that we can speak to the New Moon wolves here first. It will help make this quicker.” Erin nodded and before the alpha could respond, they had already left, disappearing from sight.
“Who was that?” Sanchez asked.
“That was Alpha Featherwind. He’s the one that placed this geis on me. The other is Hiahi. He was a New Moon wolf and the only one that was left at Pedro and Lorena’s pack.” She replied.
Sanchez lead Pedro and Lorena to his home and introduced them to his mate. He then took Erin and Leo over to the burial mounds where Featherwind met with them. Sanchez chose to go with them to ensure that his pack’s dead were not desecrated. As they neared the burial grounds, Featherwind appeared, which startled Sanchez, and lead the trio to the first of the dead she would be contracting.
“We have searched and spoken to many of the dead and there are only two here. Hiahi is with the other.” Featherwind explained as they walked. He made the introductions with the new wraith and Erin was able to protect the bones and make the contract. Sanchez had never witnessed anything like this. While Erin worked, Leo quietly explained what was going on and why they were doing it. Soon enough, they headed to the other New Moon wolf Hiahi was with. Hiahi did the introductions this time and Erin completed the rituals. She could feel the extra weight of the contracts, but again, they were not great.
“Come back to the house for the night and I’ll call a few other Alphas in the area and see if they will host you for a night. I agree, this is important and deserves all of our attention.” Alpha Featherwind had him wait while he used his gifts to determine which nearby packs had New Moon wraiths and which were closer to oblivion. Sanchez took Featherwind’s guidance and made the appropriate calls.
They did this for the next week, going to a new pack each night and collecting New Moon wraiths. Featherwind traveled back to his bones resting at the Blackwell home and notified Jacob so he didn’t worry about the length of time they were gone. Jacob, of course, also let Alpha Matthews know so he also did not worry.
They were finished at the 5^th pack lands since leaving Alpha Menendez’s pack when Featherwind suddenly sat down next to Erin, eyes wide and unseeing. “Is he ok?” Leo asked.
“I think his oracle gift has a hold of him.” Erin replied.
After a few minutes, Featherwind blinked a few times. “We must go!” He stood up and began walking towards the car. “You must come with us, Alpha Ruiz. There is a deserted pack land not far from here from when the packs merged. The dead are still there being attacked nightly by a soul eater. We must go and bring the dead back to a pack land to rest. How could the people forget to bring their dead when they merged!”
Ruiz had seen the rituals and seen how many dead were on the pack lands. He had even recognized his own grandparents and suddenly felt ill for the dead that had been left behind. He quickly prepared two pickup trucks and gathered as many canvas bags as could be found on short notice, and then followed Pedro in the Jeep they had come in. He could see Featherwind giving directions to the abandoned pack lands.
It was three hours of fast driving before they tore past the outbuilding that would have been where outsiders called into the pack for permission to enter. They were in northeastern Arizona, edging close to New Mexico. The land was higher and rockier in the Colorado Plateau in an area with more scrub bushes and a few trees. The land was both beautiful and desolate feeling.
Homes and other structures stood long abandoned and they drove right to the edge of the burial grounds. Everyone poured out of the vehicles and ran after Featherwind who was leading them to the soul eater.
“I really wish I had that sword you made when we first went up against a soul eater.” Leo lamented. “I still have it at home, you know.”
“We won’t need it this time. I’ve learned much more and have a few tricks up my sleeves now.” Erin replied. “Not to mention the dead now contracted with me.” They all appeared around her, ready for battle. Some even held weapons of their own, fashioned from the caul that covers your face when you are newly dead, or even from rival wraiths that had crossed them. Even dead you could find yourself the tool of another, and disrespect one of the elder New Moon wolves, and they would make a tool out of you.
Erin now had 10 contracted wraiths and they flowed out like a fighting squadron. The living wolves had never seen anything like it as Erin and her wraiths descended upon the soul eater. They were all attacking with good effect, even Erin as she was able to grab bits of the soul eater and twist it upon it’s body like one would wring a towel of water. This caused the soul eater much confusion as it fought to right itself. While they fought, she continued to shift the soul eater’s body, keeping it disoriented as the wraiths butchered it.
When it was finally destroyed, Leo saw many more souls released from it than the soul eater back home. This one had been allowed to feast unhindered for as long as this pack had been abandoned. Tears were visibly falling down Ruiz’s face as he saw how few dead remained as they came to speak with Erin and Featherwind.
Then then spent a long night of collecting the remains of the remaining dead to be taken back to Ruiz’s pack and reburied there.
It had been a long night already so instead of heading back, they checked the houses for good sleeping spots and Erin used her matter arcane to clear the rooms and beds of all the dust, the wolves used their totems to clear out larger animals such as rodents, lizards, scorpions, and spiders, and then Erin used her death arcane to kill any pests that remained in the bedding such as fleas.
It was late the next morning when they finally all returned to Ruiz’s pack. They had a ceremony that the pack attended to rebury the dead and to welcome them to the pack. Only ten of the dead had survived the soul eater, and the knowledge had saddened them all greatly upon hearing what had happened at the abandoned pack lands.
They had traveled to all of the packs within Arizona by now, so called into the school to find the nearest portal and traveled back to the school. After speaking with the Survival class teacher and giving a debriefing, and explanation for her healing, they headed to the phones first.
The Survival class final was a senior’s last thing they needed to do at the school, so they were allowed to leave for home immediately after or wait if they wished. They chose to leave immediately, so both of their families were set to come and help them pack the next day. After they both got off the phones, they headed back to the pack house first to grab showers and then to the food court to eat. They met up with Celeste and Travis who marveled over Erin’s healed eye and leg and marveled again at what mages and werewolves were able to accomplish together. They also shared how they had traveled all over Arizona and collected New Moon wolves from each of the packs, as well as what happened at the abandoned pack lands.
“Do you think that is happening at other abandoned pack lands?” Travis asked.
“I do. Though, even if they are safe, those dead have no hope of resolving anything holding them to this world. At least if they were on pack lands, they might be able to get help from the living. I’ve learned from the wraiths I’m in contract with now that New Moon wolves would be the ones that are supposed to help the dead cross over, much like how Necromancers do. They don’t use contracts like Mages do, but helping the dead was supposed to be part of their purpose within a pack. That has been lost and the dead are suffering for it.”
“Alpha Matthews is going to begin to set up visits with the packs he has contacts with based on Alpha Featherwind’s list. As we begin traveling to the packs, we will begin asking the Alphas if they have contacts within the packs we haven’t been able to speak to yet. We’ll also ask about abandoned pack lands so we can help those wraiths too. It will be a lot of traveling, but we think we should be able to go to every pack by the time the annual singles meet up happens.“ Leo replied.
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My little sister is someone who has always had many friends growing up and people love hanging out with her.
She lights up the room due to her very fun energy.
She genuinely used to have fun around people doing silly and stupid things and everyone loved that about her.
But she just got a new boyfriend a month ago and whenever she speaks she talks about that guy.
She fought with one of her friends because that friend told her about how she has now become all about her boyfriend.
She is letting every good thing go because of this dude.
That guy doesn’t like her hanging out with her childhood friends.
She leaves home at 6 and comes back at 6
Tyo keta lai daily vetnu parne re ani atu katai gayo vane that dude has a problem.
She now only hangs out with the guy and his friends.
Jati time ghar ma huncha teti bela ni phone ma tei chutiya sanga call ma huncha
She has left behind her own world, her people and even her family.
My sister always spoke about going abroad after studies now she says she wont cause of that guy.
Idk what to do i feel like i am losing her and she is losing everything.
God forbid if the relationship fails, she will have very less to look back to, cause she doesn’t even realize that everything has been equally drifting away from her.
I really dont know what to do.
Aauta keta le esto effect gardido raexa tei ni in a month.
And that guy also doesn’t have a very clean reputation, there were 5 people warning her about him at the beginning.

My GF (34) and I (33) have been together for 4 years. We have a son together. I have to highlight how loyal she has always been. She is a big introvert and I have NEVER been having any doubts about, nor have I ever been jealous... until now!About 2 years ago my GF got a new job in a company that has a lot of branches around in other countries. Due to this, she is travelling from time to time (lets say 3 times a year), and I have never had any reasons to be paranoid of insecure about it because of the way she is, she is not keen on the travelling because of the type of a person she is, she is not good at smalltalks or bonding with colleagues or people in general.
About 5 months ago she came to me telling me that her boss wanted her to go to (lets say) Paris for 3 days for a project that she had been working on since starting that new job. I knew she was working with a male co-worker on the project because that has never been a secret, she has always told me he was a very nice guy, very helpful and good at the job, but always assured that he was married with kids, and very not charming or her type at all. However, about 2 weeks before the trip I started noticing that her private phone became a lot more secret, but I wasnt sure if this was just myself telline me this, or if it was actually true because I would never expect something like this from her at all. She has very little friends, and she is barely ever on the phone (unless its family) and certainly not hiding it from me. I let it go until about 3-4 days before the trip. I was lying in bed reading when she got back home late (fitness class), she took her phone and sat on the couch in the living room and suddenly I could hear that she was texting with someone, like a lot (I know because she is one of those people who has the sound on when typing) for a long time (about an hour - 1,5) before I couldnt bare it anymore so I went out and confronted her asking who it was.
She almost jumped out of the couch almost as if I had just busted her in the middle of a murder, confessing that it was him, but that he was just a friend, saying he was not her type, he was married etc etc etc. basically defending herself. I was in shock and kinda blacked out so I dont remember much of that talk / discussion, but shortly after she "had" to urgently go for a shower, funny as she had been home texting with him for more than an hour, but suddenly shower couldnt wait. I was paranoid, insecure and afraid of what was actually going on. I couldnt believe it. next morning during work she wrote to me not to be worried and that it was just nice to have a "friend". I asked her if he was flirting with her, and she told me she did not feel like he was. I did not talk to her for 2 days after that before she came to me one evening saying that she missed me and that she was ready to have a second child with me (Something I have wanted for a very long time so that was a big thing for me) and suddenly everything had changed.
Monday morning she left for Paris and I didnt hear from her ALL day despite the fact that she knew exactly how worried I was. That evening around 8h00!!! pm ish she sent me a text saying she would call in 20 min. More of an "in 20 min, I have a bit of time so be ready!" in a very stressful way. We had a video call for about 20 min and I could sense immediately that she was tipsy if not drunk! and she told me they had just gotten back from work, and that they (according to her, another female colleague, the guy and herself). however, we spoke for about 20 min, she told me she missed me and loved me and it made me feel very good. I slept okay that night.
Next day (last full day in Paris) I didnt hear from her at all again. In fact I texted her during the afternoon that I felt a bit ignored, but again she told me they were busy and that I had nothing to worry about. That evening it was same story. around 8 pm she calls me, I didnt pick up because I was driving, and she asked me when I would be available for a call, again in a very stressful way, so I texted her asking why it was so urgent to which she answered and I quote "We worked so much all day, and I just want to see you because Im so tired I might fall asleep any minute".. AT 8 PM!!! on a business trip... I knew that was bullshit, but I chose to believe it. We had the call as I got home, and after 20 min she says the same, that she had to go to bed because she was so tired, lying on the bed in clothes.!
Next day she had to travel all day back home, this was on valentines day (very ironically), and again I barely heard from her all day. We had agreed long in advance that she would pick up our son and take him home before going to a fitness class (very expensive one that she had paid for in advance). Before arriving home I went for roses since it was valentines day. I got home just in time to see her before her class. She told me she had missed me and that she would never go back to that place, and that she would most probably dump that entire project. She went to her class, but left both her private and her work phone at home. I have never done anything like this before in my life because I had never had reason to do so. But my gut and my intuition told me that something was wrong. I opened the screen on her private phone and could see that she ofcourse had messages from him. I didnt manage to guess her pin code and instead I took her work phone, guessed the code first time and saw the very first message in their chat on Zoom. It was from the night she had told me about the second baby (only 2 nights before the trip) and I quote "Peace has been reinstated at home by a miracle, I will see you Monday"......... My heart pumped harder than ever before and ofcourse it caught my curiosity and I HAD to see more. For weeks, maybe months they had texted nonstop, all day during work via Zoom and evenings and weekends via whatsapp. Now, again my GF is not flirtatious at all so to her defence I would say most of her messages was simple answers which can be interpreted in both ways whereas he was very offensive, at one point very shortly before the trip she even asks him if he is flirting with her to what he is answering "I will let you decide that" and to which she replied "it doesnt bother me at all". I also found out that the night we had a video call when she told me she was too tired, while I was on her screen she had sent him a text sayin "ready to go"
She came home, I confronted her, she begged me to give her another chance assuring me nothing happened physically at all, and that they just had drinks. Next morning we both took off from work. I was exhausted and still in shock. That morning she called in sick, told him that she needed to talk to him in person and they had a call. She told him to stop texting her, and that what they have been doing was wrong and crazy and he agreed, but it didnt stick for long. Only a few days later he sent her messages saying that he missed talking to her and that it was all a misunderstanding, that nothing happened that can be considered cheating etc etc. I know that because she showed it all to me. She didnt reply to his messages.
Its been 4 months now, and I have had some really difficult days with bad thoughts and worries because they still work together which is really hard on me. We still talk about it from time to time when I need to share my worries. She keeps assuring me that they are strictly professional, and that they do not talk about anything but work. They have stopped communicated on whatsapp during evenings or weekends, that I know for sure, but about 1 months ago I felt so insecure that it got me to take her work phone again, and as I wanted to snoop I found that she had changed her pincode again which ofcourse sends me a signal that something is going on (at least in my head). What I CAN see are only the zoom messages on the start screen that he is sending to her (the notifications she is not removing from the start screen), but I cant read the messages she is sending back to him. I check the phone almost every evening since then, and funny enough she ALWAYS without exception has messages from him and it is very rarely something about work, it is not flirtatious either, but it is personal stuff that is not related to work which she promised me they wouldnt. For example her work requires her to work one weekend every 3 months and even saturday 10 pm he asks her if she needs any help and I know that he only does so to start a conversation with her, I mean 10 pm at night on a saturday you sit with your work phone in hand asking your colleagues if they need help?
I almost feel stupid for asking because, especially now that I have been writing it all down and read it through, it seems very obvious to me that I cant trust her, but I would like to hear your take on this. Should I be worried still? Can I trust her, should I leave her?
Should I confront her about the snooping ?

Jack had a decent time as a newborn compared to his aunt, uncle, and father. Being born during the 2000's of course. He was a hybrid of an infected human, rhat being Felix, and Gwendolyn. Luckily for him, it made most of his teetg, except for the molars, sharp. That, and his incredible stamina and weather resistance.
The first four mounths of his life came to horrible turn as his mother, Gwendolyn Kayuri, was killed. Luckily for him, she was able to hide him before Felix arrived.
The next 14 years of his life was hiding. Mostly in basements or hiden rooms, never to see another person than his father. But that's all he needed in life. His father provided a surprisingly good education for Jackson, however not babying him too much.
Now at 14 (1st image) Jack had found it strange that he wasn't allowed outside. Felix didn't have the heart to snap at his son, the poor boy's innocent eyes eating away at him. Felix then told Jack to pack up what little he owned, and for the first time in his life, he saw the outside.
Only for a brief moment however, his poor eyes were adjusted to the dark. His eyes slowly adjusted, mostly thanks to a pair of sunglasses, and laid his eyes upon his worst fear... People. He noted how ghostly pale his skin was. How they looked so "normal" compared to him.
Felix drove him out into the woods, it was far more beautiful than the movies and games he's seen. Than after some rough terrain, he saw an impossible sight... A fort made of logs, and within a town. His father explained that they had made their own community to fight a corrupt government.
Jack was terrified at the prospect of living with hundreds of other people. And all within a single town... It took him weeks to adjust to breathing the same air with other people. That's when one day, he noticed an elderly lady in some black and white robs was struggling into a church.
Being the innocent respectful boy he was, he lended her a hand. As she invited him in. He felt a strange calmness as his cowardice fade. He realized he was in a catholic church, for him it was calming. He felt welcomed there, and soon became a catholic.
2 years pass as Jack was 16 (Image 2). He had a small group of friends. One of which being Maria, who was quite the explorer in the woods. Jack had a feeling he never quite understood... It wasn't a bad one, but a pleasent one. One he only felt around Maria.
Jack finally confessed these feelings to her, revealing she felt the same. Than it hit Jackson in the head, his heart thumping out of his chest. He was in love. But at that moment...
He noticed a commotion outside. Going to one of the fort walls, he watched as a bloody fight ensue between his father, a large muscular woman,a short, pale man with strange fleshy tentacles, and an older man who bared a resemblence to Felix.
He ran outside, quickly stopping Felix from the 4 killing each other. He spoke from his heart, finally setting his foot down. The fight finally de-esculated. However, the older man fell, clutching his chest. Muttering out an apology to Felix and the others. Than Jack finally pieced it together... They were his family, and the old man was his grandfather.
Before he could say anything, Morgan went limp. Jack saw someone take their final breath for the first time. He was in deep shock as Felix walked back inside, not caring about his father's death. However, he saw Felicia and Télios bawling out for their dead father. Rather than leaving the two out there, he led them inside.
The two were overjoyed on meeting their nephew. Jack had opened up a bit more to them, showing them around and showing them to Maria and his friends. Felix however, wss displeased. Thinking the two were using his son to gain intel. Felix quickly kicked the two out, but not with Jack giving them his phone number.
A few hears pass as Jack was 19 (Still image 2, just imagine him a bit more matured). He was enjoying his day until one of Felix's right hand came up to him. Felix was killed, thus leaving Jack the leader of the rebellion.
Before Jack could even mourn, a fire in the surrounding woods broke out. That, and a full-scale FBI and CIA raid was upon them. Jack, with no idea how to lead, panicked. He had no clue on what to do, luckily, most of the rebels knew their positions from drills.
But it wasn't enough, the fire was bad enough but all the enemy units surrounding them? All hope seemed lost until a shout of pure rage and agony was heard. Out of the flames came the scorched corpse of Felix. Jack instanly knew it was his dad, bursting into tears.
Felix was now back at the helm, ordering his men around as they pushed the enemg back. Felix had taken so much gunfire, it was a surprise he was still even standing... Suddenly, Maria was shot. Jack's heart was pumping with adrenaline as he ran for her. He carried her, surprising for his slimmer stature, and ran to safety. Luckily the bullet only hit her leg, but the agent who shit her followed.
Jack noticed, and grabbed a gun. He had the shot but... He couldn't take a life... One of the other rebels shot the agent down as the war finally began to die down. They repelled the enemy and saved the fort from burning! However... Felix collpased, he wasn't immortal, just damn hard to kill.
Jack held him in his arms as he realized there was no saving his father... Not wanting him to suffer, Jack put a gun to Felix's head. Jack muttered a prayer through hesrt-wrenching tears as Felix finally confessed how proud he was. And with a loud bang... His father was free from torment.
The blood on his hands and face... Yes it was the right thing but... It didn't feel like it... He passed the role of leader to Felix's right hand before leaving the rebel life with Maria.
Jack was now im his 20's (3rd image), he was living happily with Maria in (generic city #4). He had been volunteering at any time he could, helping aid the agony of the world. Maria worked at a resteraunt, bringing the two left-over meals. But that's not how they paid rent...
He went over with Felicia and Télios when he could. Spending time at the fight club made hin sick, seeing people laugh at such violence... However, Felicia had made a fortune out of it. She was a bit stingy, seeing that she wanted to save for a mansion, but gave Jack rent money.
However, after a few months of this, Jack was disgusted about his actions... He looked in the mirror, he wasn't a innocent boy. He was a young man, a young man who took a life and now lives with blood money...
He made a plastic mask, fitting snuck on his face. And at long last... He saw that boy again. But the eyes... The eyes don't lie...

I am a girl in her early 20s. I am not new to mental illness related issues but my issues have always been internalized. My anxiety was internal, anything going on was managed in my mind. It wasn't the healthiest but it was what I was used to.
About two years ago my anxiety became so intense that my body would react seemingly out of nowhere and for no reason. Sometimes I'd have no reason to have such a spontaneous physical reaction. My heart picks up in pace, I can see my pulse in my neck, I start shaking, my chest tightens, I can't breathe and my legs get wobbly. I could be enjoying a tv show and all of the sudden I have a panic attack and my boyfriend has to escort me somewhere to lay down to help my heart rate go down. Sometimes he spends upwards of an hour stroking my hair or sitting with me. It feels very real, and how it feels makes me feel even worse and causes things to get worse. A slight increase in my heart rate makes me anxious, which makes it increase even more.
It feels like I'm dying. I'm not delusional, I know it's not possible I'm having a heart attack, or a stroke, or a brain aneurysm every day or two. Which makes it incredibly frustrating because I know in my mind as it's happening that it isn't a life or death situation, but it feels so intense some part of my brain just freaks out. It's led me to checking my BPM on my phone often, blood pressure machines, taking photos of my face to make sure I'm not having a stroke, pinching the same parts of each side of my body to make sure I'm not going numb on one side. I even say complicated sentences over and over to make sure I'm not having a stroke. I feel my pulse often, count it manually if I feel my phone doesn't do a good enough job. All is basically futile because nothing will convince my brain I'm not having my 100th spontaneous heart attack of the month.
I am a logical person, people commend me for my ability to be impartial and reasonable. I am the kind of person people go to when they need someone to speak on their behalf and to set things straight. Which makes the loss of control I'm experiencing extremely disheartening. It's impossible to explain to others and it's impossible to stop. No amount of reason helps because I KNOW I'm not dying of a triple heart attack, but its "happening". I typically just sit in a hot shower until I feel fine enough to sleep it off, and sometimes if I'm with my boyfriend at home he will sit with me even if I tell him it's fine, and most of the time I'm caught off guard and just have to lay down wherever I am and wait.
It's not a physical problem. I know that for a fact. I had a CAT scan done and other than a few odds and ends that most people have wrong with them that they'd never know about for their entire life, I'm in tip top shape. Almost every category was labeled "unremarkable". I have direct confirmation, doesn't matter.
Anyways, I came here because I spent the night convinced I was having a stroke because my face felt a bit numb. I just got out of my hot shower that I sat in for an hour and I'm off to bed. Felt really stupid once I calmed down and then felt frustrated, then very disheartened. Just a bit of a vent.

Long story short, my parents think my best friend and I are dating because I’m spending a lot of time on my phone at night and apparently they can see that (I didn’t know). Now I’m pissed because I can never see him basically. He’s the closest friend I’ve ever had, and we’re even in a QPR together. We’d joke about being unable to avoid the dating allegations (we look a lot like a stereotypical couple) but now they’re a serious problem. Yesterday my dad approached me and told me that I lied to him and that I had to break up with my “boyfriend” now, lest I commit “academic suicide”. I’m far too complacent and scared to argue. I don’t know how to deal with this. How do you convince someone you’re not dating if they so firmly believe in it? This is impossible. I love my best friend platonically to death and I can’t bear to have to separate from him.

PREFACE

• I (F21) met my crush (NB24) roughly ten months ago.
  • I have had a crush on them for four months.
• We are both a part of the same friend group, including my ex of six months.
  • I broke up with said ex roughly two months ago.
  • My relationship with my ex was an open-relationship, so flirting was allowed.
  • My ex even encouraged my crush.

BACKSTORY

My breakup with my ex was kind of messy. I instigated it—he violated a few of my boundaries, said things that made me uncomfortable, and I made myself a doormat for him—but I was still polite and tried my best to be very accommodating and gentle with him. His behavior was ultimately cruel to me and he said things that hurt me very much afterwards, but I forgave him. He is currently blocked.
Considering we were all a part of the same friend group (messy, messy) I didn't know what to do at the time; was I supposed to leave everyone that I grew to love and care about? Who knows. I made a separate group chat of people I wanted and called it a day. We've been in the server since the end of March.
My relationship with my crush was intended to stay platonic. I planned on getting over the emotions, coping, and forgetting about it. This all was because I was told 1 (one) time that "flirting is allowed as long as it's platonic" and I took it to heart. I didn't want to ruin my friendship.
However, my vulnerability after the breakup kind of made me... clingier. My crush is highly reserved—very quiet, shy, and oftentimes busy—but I went out of my way to talk to them in DMs and help them open up to me. I wanted to get to know them better, even if underneath it all there was something a bit selfish going on.

CURRENT EVENTS

Nonetheless, I'm absolutely dogshit at staying quiet.
Fairly recently, after literally being sleep deprived, I made a joke in the groupchat and everyone obviously commented on it. My crush was a very 'open secret' type of thing and I got teased for it often for being "(Crush)'s #1 Fan". Anyway, after the joke was made I felt extremely guilty about it because of my own personal shame (I beat myself up often every single time I flirted with them because I was a bit of an idiot) and DMed them an apology.
I then bit the bullet, of course, and said there was a conversation me and them needed to have. My crush—who was equally as sleep deprived—basically called me out on liking them.
We had a bit of a discussion while falling asleep over text, but the feelings were reciprocated! I'm ecstatic. I don't want to compare relationships—that is never the best course of action—however when I think of this versus my ex... With my ex, I was confused, pliant, and easygoing. I didn't feel butterflies, get excited, or start rolling around in my bed and stay up for six more hours cleaning my house because of all the nerves and excitement in my body. With my crush, I feel safe. I feel comfortable. I feel like I can show the worst of myself and even if they were angry with me, they'd somehow make it gentle. I'm not being judged for not being perfect. My crush has seen the worst of me, and doesn't care. God, they said they admire me.

NEXT STEPS

The major issue, frankly, is that even though I am extremely happy that my crush likes me, I am ultimately not in the headspace or correct mentality for a relationship. I have deteriorated and fallen back into bad habits, I have made no personal progress to improving my lifestyle, and I simply don't want to treat my crush like a rebound (even if, for all intents and purposes, it kind of is one).
I don't know when I'll be ready. I don't know if it'll be a month from now, two months, or an entire year. I have no idea what I want.
I live in a very impoverished part of the USA—the lower, southern portion—and my crush lives in Canada. It's silly, but I'm very insecure about being southern and my ex even used to blatantly refuse to visit me because of it. Not only that, but I'm disabled. I have health issues and need physical therapy before I'd be able to get a job and an income to afford anything.
To me, I am not worthy of being loved in the state I am because I can only give words or phone calls. I can't give gifts, my love, or my body. I can't visit them and probably won't be available to for at minimum two years. A lot of my past relationships relied on me being a giver. I'm too used to it. It's selfish to think this way and quite pedantic, but I'm not sure what else to do. I know I need to work on my self worth, and that's my goal too.
Regardless, not the point of the post.
Considering me and my crush reciprocated feelings, both feel that we aren't ready for a relationship, and both don't really have the means to do anything with or for one another, do I still stay? Do I still hope for it? Or do I just acknowledge that we like each other and make no move to build and foster it into something that lasts?
What do we do now that it's in the open?

TL;DR

I have just gotten out a relationship with someone from a mutual friend group as my crush. I have known them for nearly a year, and recently confessed. I am not mentally ready to be in a relationship with them and the distance—given I have no means to actually visit them at all for probably literally two/three years—is daunting. Do I keep fostering this relationship and hope they wait for me? Or do I accept that even though me and my crush like each other, it will probably disappear by the time we're both ready for something?
What do we do now that we know we like each other?

FINAL WORDS

Being brutally honest about my situation like this is a bit embarrassing—I understand how it can paint me in a bad light—however realistically I think it should be addressed and at least... aired out.
I don't want to fuck this up.

Short backstory: We started dating about 9 months ago. He's stationed here through the army and wants to stay with me after he's done. Our relationship started really strong and intense. Hour long phone calls every day, seeing each other once or twice a week, we would regularly come up with cute date ideas, and he would seem really excited to come and see me. I know that this amount of effort wasn't sustainable, and we've since mellowed out, but in the past month or two I have often ended up feeling a little neglected.
Right now we usually see each other once every week or two because of work, even though we only live 20 minutes apart. We would often play video games online to make up for it. However, he has now started playing "our games" more with his friends at the army and I've become more of an afterthought. They hang out and go out to eat and play games every single day, sometimes during the weekends too. He'll usually text me once a day to check up on me and the conversation usually ends there. Sometimes he'll tell me that I can join their game "if I want", and sometimes I do. His friends are nice and I don't mind spending time with them, but I feel like I can never catch him without them. When I come over to his place, his friends will also always be in his room with us. Sometimes they'll just play video games without me because the "party is full". Playing games with his friends is also not a substitute for "relationship time" in my eyes.
Having him come over to my place is a challenge too. He's become increasingly apathetic about coming over and when he does, he sulks or is bored. In the past he would sometimes cancel last minute to hang out with his friends. All we do is watch youtube/netflix and sit in bed and cuddle. He says he's comfortable just relaxing with me, and while I feel the same, I'm also starting to miss how he used to to take me out and contribute ideas. "Do you want to do something fun next weekend? Wanna go eat? Wanna go on a walk?" All of my questions are met with "Up to you/Whatever you want to do". And when I come up with plans and we go out he's bored because "we just like different things". If I try to suggest something that he likes, he wants to do it with his friends. I cook meals for him when he comes over and try to make him relax after a long mission, but I'm starting to feel like our relationship is stagnant. For a while I thought he was just less interested in me. Sometimes he'll be sad and after attempting to get him to open up all day, he'll mention that he's homesick and doesn't know if he wants to stay here with me. He has intense ADHD and changes his mind often and it makes me anxious. I don't know how to help him or how to plan our future.
When I tried asking him if he's losing interest, he got mad at me and told me that he's just tired from work and wants to rest. I should stop overthinking and that I'm needy for demanding to "hang out all the time or do things every day". I don't know how to explain that it's not really about hanging out every day, or him wanting time with his friends. I just feel like we stopped bonding and making new experiences, like there's nothing that glues us together anymore except for comfort and the title of a relationship. "Quality time" now consists of staring at a screen and watching shows or videos for a day, and then he goes back to his friends. I have my own hobbies and usually hang out with my own friends, but every time I tell myself that I'll just lower my expactions and focus more on my own things, I feel like I'm mentally abandoning that relationship. At this point we each see and talk to our friends more than we see each other.
I've had pretty toxic relationships in the past and have developed a bit of relationship anxiety, so maybe I really am just overthinking everything. He told me that he's gonna try to do better and I haven't really brought it up since then, but I still can't help but doubt if it's really going to change. It also makes me wonder how life would be if we ever ended up living together.

We’ve only been married 5 years. We’ve got 2 kids who are 6 and 3. There’s a lot of factors but I’m just going to focus on this particular problem that’s tipping me over the edge. My husband is depressed and refuses to get any help. Well that’s not entirely true. He’s refusing to get help or do anything about his alcoholism and weed dependency which is so dramatically affecting his mental health. He’s been an alcoholic for 3 years since Covid lockdown. He’s been having physical symptoms such as morning vomiting, zero appetite, all over pains, horrible mood swings for about 6 months. Before he’d get drunk and annoying now he’s just miserable, he doesn’t even get ‘drunk’ anymore. Our sex life is not good. He struggles when he’s been drinking and that’s every single day. I also do not want to do it with him when he’s been drinking as it just massively turns me off.
I could cope with all of this and continue to support him. I’ve done everything in my power to get him help up till now. But unfortunately he’s being indoctrinated by those disgusting people who pray on vulnerable men to turn them into Red Pill zombies. He’s started telling me he’s the ‘man of the house’ and he’s been very lenient with me in the past when I’ve ‘stepped out of line’. Feminists (like myself) are the thing that’s wrong with the world nowadays. He weaponises everything he says. If I complain about his bad attitude then I’m a man hater who doesn’t care that male suicide rates are so high. He says I have no idea what men go though and women really have it easy because of our ‘privilege’. Honestly it’s making me cringe just typing it. The irony of all this is he wants to be this Alpha Male bullshit yet doesn’t provide for his family and spends most of our money on his beer and weed. Make it make sense.
This was not the man I fell in love with. The man I chose to have kids with.. especially a daughter! He’s stuck by me though a lot. And I really do love him even though he’s almost killed mentally with all of this. I, too, have serious mental health issues but since I had my babies I got the help, I’m on daily medication to keep my stable which has been so difficult due to side effects but I did it to be a better wife and mother. How much longer do I hold on? I’ve tried giving him ultimatums, I’ve left before, I’ve got him in Recovery, last week I compiled a list of all the web links, phone numbers and emails for Alcoholics Anonymous but nothing.
Thanks for letting me vent in this safe place.

Hi everyone, I was wondering if someone could provide insight on my situation.
My ex boyfriend and I (26,23) have been together for 2,5 years. We both agreed that the connection was very special from the beginning, I think I could say he was my first "real" love. During this time we had two long-distance periods of 5 months due to me studying abroad. The first one was planned, went just fine and everything was right back after. The second one wasn't planned, but he encouraged me to take the opportunity. It was rough as we were in different time zones, but when I came back everything "clicked" for me again.
Two months after I got back he broke up with me out of the blue, saying that he just doesn't love me anymore and had been feeling that way for a few months already. I understand that our relationship has gotten a bit "stale" due to me being busy studying, but I genuinely felt fulfilled and happy and he never indicated any problems. He said he still wants us to be "best friends" and agreed to go to relationship counseling on "neutral grounds". A week after the breakup he said he was going on a date. I was naturally upset and said I'm still going to get counseling, alone or with him. A day before our first session he came over, said he canceled the date and went with me. For about a month it was going well, then he suddenly said he wanted to date the other girl because he's in love with her and not with me. That was a week ago. They're not even together yet and she's already the wallpaper of his phone, saved as "my eternal love", all the works lol, I suspect it was like that the whole time, although he swears he didn't cheat. It's all so gross, she's like the polar opposite of me, he says "her personality fits him better" and "they share more hobbies and do more stuff".
Obviously I'm heartbroken. I feel like I have made too many mistakes to hope for reconciliation, I should have gone NC from the beginning. It's also very confusing for me, the day after he told me he wanted to be with someone else he came over, cuddled with me all night and then we impulsively slept together in the morning. He's begging me not to move away, texts me every day, and claims he still wants to "do stuff" together. That all makes me feel like he's just in a rebound, but it might just be wishful thinking. I'm still seeing a counselor myself, this has been actually traumatic for me. I have already made the decision to go NC last week and stopped initiating conversation, but he texts me every day (basic low effort stuff like how are you, updates from his day, etc), even a concerned "I haven't heard from you, is everything okay?" What on earth does he want??? Can we reconcile somehow?
This is all so convoluted. I'll be thankful for any supportive words :)

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Chapter 21: Reborn
Gribble sitting alongside his grandfather, Gorp, at a serene lake nestled in the heart of a lush forest. The gentle lapping of the water against the shore and the melodic chirping of birds create a peaceful atmosphere. Gribble's small, green hands grip a fishing rod, his eyes fixed on the unmoving line, frustration etched across his youthful face as time passes without a single catch. The sun's warm rays dance upon the lake's surface, casting a golden glow on the tranquil scene, yet Gribble remains oblivious to the beauty surrounding him, consumed by his growing impatience.
Gorp, a wise and patient goblin with a wrinkled face and kind, knowing eyes, notices his grandson's mounting frustration and offers a reassuring smile. With a gentle touch, Gorp places his weathered hand on Gribble's shoulder, his presence alone seeming to calm the young goblin's restless spirit. In a voice filled with wisdom and understanding, Gorp imparts a profound piece of advice that will forever shape Gribble's perspective: "Patience, my dear Gribble, is the bridge to success; when coupled with an unwavering belief in oneself, it becomes an unstoppable force, capable of overcoming even the most daunting of challenges."
As these words resonate deep within Gribble's mind, the peaceful scene begins to fade, the colors blurring and the sounds growing distant. The harsh reality of the present situation comes crashing back, and Gribble finds himself torn from the comforting memory, thrust once more into the dangerous reality of the cave and the looming threat of the Thundercat
Gribble lies on the cold, hard ground of the cave, his small body battered and bruised from the Thundercat's relentless assault. The air is thick with the scent of blood and the tang of fear, as Gribble struggles to catch his breath, each inhalation sending shockwaves of pain through his weakened frame. The Thundercat looms over him, its massive form casting a sinister shadow across the cavern floor, its electric blue fur crackling with barely contained energy. The creature's eyes gleam with a predatory hunger, its gaze fixed upon the helpless goblin, as if savoring the moment before delivering the final, fatal blow.
Gribble's heart races, his pulse pounding in his ears like a frantic drum, as he stares into the face of death itself. The Thundercat's hot breath washes over him, carrying with it the stench of primal ferocity and unbridled power. Gribble's own breath comes in short, desperate gasps, his lungs burning with the effort of drawing in the damp, musty air of the cave. The cold tendrils of fear wrap around his soul, threatening to suffocate him with their icy grip, as he confronts the terrifying realization that his life hangs in the balance, dependent upon the whims of the savage creature that towers above him.
In this moment of absolute horror, Gribble's mind races, desperately searching for a way out, for some glimmer of hope amidst the overwhelming darkness. He knows that he must act quickly, that hesitation will surely spell his doom, but his body feels leaden, weighed down by the burden of his injuries and the paralyzing fear that grips his heart.
In a last-ditch effort to save himself from the Thundercat's impending attack, Gribble musters the remnants of his strength, drawing upon the very last reserves of his power. He calls out to the earth, seeking to summon the dormant life that lies beneath the cave floor, hoping against hope that his earth vine powers will answer his desperate plea. Gribble's mind races as he focuses all of his energy on this single, crucial task, his brow furrowed in concentration, his eyes squeezed shut as he wills the vines to burst forth from the unyielding ground.
The thick green vine is sluggish in its movements, its progress hindered by the unnatural environment of the cave, but still, it inches forward, guided by Gribble's unwavering determination.
Gribble's heart leaps with a sudden surge of hope as he watches the vine snake its way towards the Thundercat, a small, defiant spark igniting within his chest. He knows that this is his only chance, that the success of his plan hinges upon the strength and speed of the vine, and he pours every last ounce of his will into the endeavor. The vine quivers and strains, as if struggling against an invisible barrier, but Gribble refuses to yield, his mind locked in a silent battle of wills with the very earth itself.
As Gribble watches the vine's sluggish progress, a sudden flash of inspiration illuminates his mind, and a daring plan takes shape. With renewed focus and determination, he directs the vine's growth, shaping and molding it with his earth magic, willing it to take on a new, more deadly form. Slowly, the tender green tendril begins to elongate and narrow, its tip sharpening into a wicked point, until it resembles a crude but effective spear, poised to strike at the heart of the Thundercat.
Gribble's eyes narrow as he concentrates on the newly-formed vine spear, his body trembling with the effort of maintaining his mental grip on the volatile plant matter. The spear quivers in the air, its tip aimed squarely at the Thundercat's broad, muscular chest, as if seeking out the creature's vital organs with a hunter's precision. Gribble's breathing grows shallow and rapid, his heart pounding against his ribcage as he prepares to unleash the improvised weapon, knowing that this single strike may well determine the outcome of the battle, and perhaps, the very course of his life.
With a final, desperate surge of energy, Gribble thrusts his hand forward, his fingers splayed wide as he channels every last ounce of his power into the vine spear. Time seems to slow to a crawl as Gribble watches the spear's progress, his heart in his throat, his eyes wide with a mixture of hope and fear, as he silently prays for the success of his gambit
The vine spear’s sharpened tip finding its mark with a sickening thud as it pierces the Thundercat's muscular chest. The creature lets out a deafening roar of pain and surprise, its voice reverberating through the cave like a clap of thunder, as it staggers backward, its electric blue fur standing on end. The Thundercat's eyes widen in shock and disbelief, its gaze fixed upon the slender green tendril that protrudes from its body, as if struggling to comprehend the reality of its own vulnerability.
Gribble watches in stunned amazement as the mighty Thundercat, the very embodiment of primal power and ferocity, begins to falter, its movements growing sluggish and uncoordinated. The creature's massive frame shudders and convulses, its muscles rippling beneath its fur as it fights to remove the vine. The Thundercat's breaths come in short, ragged gasps, its eyes growing dim and unfocused as the life slowly drains from its body, until at last, it collapses to the ground, a final, shuddering sigh escaping its lips.
The cave falls silent, the only sound the steady patter of the rain outside and Gribble's own labored breathing, as he struggles to come to terms with the magnitude of his victory. He stares at the Thundercat's lifeless form, scarcely daring to believe that he, a small, unassuming goblin, could have felled such a formidable beast. A mixture of relief and exhaustion washes over Gribble, his limbs trembling with the aftershocks of the intense battle, as he slowly begins to process the implications of his triumph.
Gribble crawls towards the fallen Thundercat, his movements slow and painful, each breath sending a fresh wave of agony through his battered body. As he nears the creature's lifeless form, an inexplicable urge takes hold of him, a primal desire that he can neither explain nor resist. Before he can question the impulse, Gribble finds himself drawn to the Thundercat's still-warm chest, his hands moving of their own accord as they seek out the beast's most vital organ.
With trembling fingers, Gribble carefully parts the Thundercat's thick fur, revealing the smooth, blue skin beneath. He hesitates for a moment, his mind reeling at the thought of what he is about to do, but the compulsion proves too strong to ignore. With a deep breath and a quick, decisive movement, Gribble plunges his hand into the Thundercat's chest, his fingers closing around the creature's still-beating heart. The organ pulses in his grasp, its rhythm slowing as he carefully extracts it from the Thundercat's body, a faint crackle of residual electricity dancing across its surface.
Gribble brings the heart to his lips, his eyes wide with a mixture of fear and anticipation, as he contemplates the enormity of the act he is about to commit. The coppery scent of blood fills his nostrils, mingling with the damp, earthy smell of the cave, as he parts his lips and takes a tentative bite of the Thundercat's essence. The taste is overwhelming, a flood of rich, primal flavors that dance upon his tongue, setting his senses alight with a rush of power and vitality unlike anything he has ever experienced. The world narrows to a single, focus point, as if the universe itself is holding its breath, waiting to see what awestriking abilities Gribble will gain from this bold act of consumption.
As Gribble swallows the last morsel of the Thundercat's heart, an electrifying surge of power courses through his veins, setting every nerve ending alight with a tingling, almost painful sensation. The goblin's small frame begins to tremble and convulse, his muscles twitching and spasming as the creature's essence merges with his own life force. Gribble gasps as he feels his body start to change, subtle shifts taking place throughout his musculature and skeleton that quickly escalate into all-consuming physical transformations as the potent powers from the heart take hold.
Gribble's once small, wiry muscles begin to bulge and swell, expanding with newfound strength and vitality, as if the Thundercat's raw power is being transmuted directly into his own cells and sinews. His scrawny limbs thicken and lengthen, the sudden growth of his body accompanied by shooting pains and cramps, as he undergoes an accelerated metamorphosis. The goblin's stature increases rapidly, his height multiplying at an astonishing rate, until he towers over his former self, a new, imposing figure of raw power and potential.
But the changes do not stop with his musculature alone. Gribble's senses sharpen to a degree he would never have thought possible, his eyes able to penetrate the thick darkness of the cave without hindrance, every detail of his surroundings now clear and sharp as if bathed in the bright light of day. The goblin's ears twitch and thrum with a newfound sensitivity, able to pick up the tiniest sounds and vibrations from the depths of the cave. Most astonishing of all, sparks of brilliant blue electricity emerge through the hairs on Gribble's arms, dancing and pulsing with a life force that both fascinates and terrifies him. He has been reborn, a product of the powers that now surge within, his body and mind irrevocably altered by the essence of the Thundercat.
As the initial shock of the transformation begins to subside, Gribble becomes aware of a soothing warmth spreading throughout his body, a sensation that stands in stark contrast to the pain and exhaustion that had plagued him mere moments before. The goblin looks down at his battered and bruised form, his eyes widening in astonishment as he watches the myriad wounds and gashes that mar his skin begin to knit together before his very eyes, the flesh mending itself at an impossible rate.
Deep lacerations seal shut, leaving behind only faint, silvery scars that quickly fade into nothingness, as if erased by an unseen hand. Ugly purple bruises that had blossomed across Gribble's body, testaments to the savage beating he had endured at the claws and fangs of the Thundercat, now rapidly diminish in size and color, until they vanish entirely, leaving his skin unmarked and pristine. Even the bone-deep aches and pains that had settled into Gribble's joints and muscles dissipate, replaced by a newfound sense of strength and vitality that courses through his veins like liquid fire.
As the healing process nears its completion, Gribble slowly rises to his feet, marveling at the ease with which he can now move, his body no longer weighed down by the burdens of injury and fatigue. He flexes his fingers experimentally, feeling the raw power that thrums just beneath the surface of his skin, a barely contained energy that whispers tantalizing of limitless potential. A sense of invincibility washes over the goblin, the knowledge that he has not only survived the brutal encounter with the Thundercat but emerged stronger and more powerful than ever before. Gribble's gaze hardens with a newfound sense of purpose, steadied by the certainty that he can now overcome any obstacle that dares to stand in his path.
Even as Gribble revels in the rush of power and the exhilaration of his miraculous recovery, a faint shadow begins to creep across the edges of his consciousness, an unsettling presence that lurks just beyond the reach of his newfound senses. It is a darkness that seems to emanate from deep within his own being, a nebulous entity that tugs at the corner of his thoughts, whispering of hidden costs and unspoken dangers.
The goblin tries to shake off the growing sense of unease, pushing the troubling thoughts aside as he focuses instead on the incredible changes that have taken place within his body, marveling at the raw strength and vitality that now course through his veins. Yet, even as he seeks to bask in the glow of his transformation, the darkness persists, hovering at the edge of his awareness like a silent, watchful specter.
As Gribble moves through the cave, his steps imbued with newfound purpose and power, he cannot escape the nagging feeling that something fundamental has shifted within him, a subtle alteration that goes beyond the physical changes he has undergone. It is as if the essence of the Thundercat, now intertwined with his own lifeforce, has brought with it a touch of something primal and untamed, a wildness that threatens to consume him from within. The goblin's heart begins to race, a sense of trepidation rising in his chest as he ponders the implications of this strange, unsettling presence, wondering what price he may ultimately pay for the powers he has so eagerly embraced.
Driven by an instinctive need to escape the confines of the cave and the lingering presence of the fallen Thundercat, Gribble makes his way towards the entrance, his steps steady and purposeful, imbued with a newfound sense of strength and determination. As he nears the mouth of the cave, the sound of the pouring rain grows louder, the steady patter of droplets against stone echoing through the cavernous space like a ghostly drumbeat.
Gribble steps out into the downpour, his body immediately assaulted by the cold, stinging droplets that fall from the sky in an unrelenting torrent. The water sluices over his skin, running in rivulets through his hair and down his face, yet the goblin barely registers the sensation, his body thrumming with the power of the Thundercat, the electricity that courses through his veins keeping him warm and insulated against the chill of the rain.
He tilts his face upwards, his eyes closed as he allows the water to wash over him, a silent, almost meditative gesture that speaks of a desperate need for cleansing and renewal. The rain beats down upon Gribble's body, as if seeking to purge him of the darkness that has taken root within his soul, to wash away the lingering traces of the Thundercat's essence that now mingle with his own. Yet, even as the water pours over him in an unending stream, the goblin knows that some stains are too deep to be cleansed by mere rain alone, that the changes that have been wrought within him are irrevocable and permanent.
As Gribble stands there in the pouring rain, he catches a glimpse of his reflection in a nearby puddle, the image distorted and rippling with each falling droplet. The face that stares back at him is at once familiar and utterly alien, a strange amalgamation of the goblin he once was and the creature he has become. Gone is the scrawny, unassuming figure that had entered the cave, replaced now by a being of raw power and untamed potential.
Gribble's once wiry frame is now corded with muscle, his body honed and sculpted by the Thundercat's essence, every sinew and fiber imbued with a strength that defies belief. His eyes, once a dull, unremarkable shade, now glint with a predatory intensity, the pupils narrowed to vertical slits that seem to pierce the very darkness itself. The goblin's skin, too, has undergone a transformation, the surface now alive with tiny bolts of blue electricity that dance and crackle with each movement, a testament to the power that flows through his veins.
As he stares at his altered reflection, Gribble is struck by the realization that he is no longer the same goblin he was before, that the experiences he has undergone and the powers he has absorbed have changed him in ways that go far beyond the physical. He senses a new hardness within himself, a steely resolve that was absent before, tempered by the trials he has faced and the darkness he has embraced. The goblin knows that he has crossed a threshold, stepped into a realm of power and potential that few of his kind have ever dared to tread, and that there can be no turning back from the path he has chosen.
As the initial rush of adrenaline and euphoria begins to fade, Gribble is struck by a profound and unsettling realization, a truth that settles over him like a leaden weight upon his soul. The powers he now possesses, the incredible abilities granted to him by the consumption of the Thundercat's heart, have come at a terrible cost, a price that he is only now beginning to comprehend.
Gribble senses that a part of himself has been lost, consumed by the very darkness that now resides within him, a fundamental piece of his being that has been forever altered by the merging of his essence with that of the Thundercat. It is as if a shadow has fallen over his spirit, a veil of darkness that threatens to engulf the very core of his identity, to erode the values and beliefs that once defined him.
The goblin's mind reels as he ponders the implications of this realization, the knowledge that he has willingly embraced a power that may ultimately consume him, body and soul. He wonders what challenges lie ahead, what trials he will face as he navigates this new and uncharted realm of existence, and whether the strength he has gained will be enough to see him through the darkness that surely awaits.
As Gribble stands there in the pouring rain, his body thrumming with power, his mind haunted by the specter of an uncertain future, he knows that he has set foot upon a path from which there can be no retreat. The goblin steels himself, his jaw set with grim determination, as he prepares to embark upon a journey that will test the very limits of his newfound abilities, and perhaps, the very essence of his being. With a final, lingering glance at the cave that has borne witness to his transformation, Gribble turns his face to the storm and steps forward into the unknown, ready to embrace the challenges and dangers that lie ahead.

hi!! throwaway account because i'm (19F) still not out to my very conservative family and i'm paranoid that they'll find me. anyway, for context, there's this really cute girl (19F) in my university course and i've been admiring her from afar for a WHILE, i've just always been so shy to talk to her because i don't have any experience with talking to girls in a romantic way (i only realised i was a lesbian a couple years ago when i was 16 and had a lot of internalised homophobia to work on).
2 weeks ago, i gathered the courage to send her a follow request on instagram and she accepted it, as well as followed me back! i was so happy. a couple days after that, we were sitting in class and she started talking to me. i tried acting as normal as possible but my heart was quite literally about to fall out of my chest. at first, she started talking about our coursework, and then, the conversation shifted to our sexuality. i told her i'm a lesbian and she said: "oh, me too!". we then started talking about women we find attractive, and turns out our types are completely opposite. i'm more into mascs, she's into femmes, and she doesn't really find the femmes i like attractive. it was a really nice conversation and i loved laughing with her.
a week after that, we were sitting in the same class and she came up to me asking about a presentation we had to do. i was still starstruck from the first time she talked to me and my mouth literally FROZE and all i could do was nod. still, she smiled at me and changed the conversation, asking me if i watch bridgerton (i do not) and telling me i should check it out.
3 days ago, i was sitting with my best friend and i told him everything that happened. he said i should have flirted back at her because she was obviously showing interest. i don't think that's the case. i think she was just being nice. this girl is genuinely so beautiful, she's way out of my league and i don't think she could ever be interested in me like that. but i still enjoy talking to her, she has a wonderful personality and i would be more than okay with just being friends with her. my best friend told me i should make a move to see how it goes and after an hour of freaking out i sent her a message. a simple "hey, what's up?". she replied almost immediately and we talked for a while until the conversation inevitably died out. i have class with her again today and i'm so nervous i'm considering skipping my lecture.
my question is, how should i go about this? i don't want to come off as creepy by just talking to her out of the blue. was she actually flirting with me or was she just being friendly? i'm going crazy over here.

I don't know how to begin properly because this is a very worrying situation for me. I(15M) was on a basketball course and I was training as usual when 2 of the kids in my group asked me if was down to play with them , and I agreed. One of the kids I will call Michael and the other Samuel ,Michael is 11M and Samuel is 13M. We played the game and it ended with me winning, so the two of them started to trash- talk me and I started to jokingly trash-talk them too.I have known them for 4-5 months and thought that we were kind of friend ,this wasn't the first time when were talking to each other in this way so I didn't think much of it. Then later, while I was changing in the locker they started banging and saying that I was too slow. I opened the door and jokingly said they needed to work on their dribble, and they started to curse me again while joking how I won because of luck, Michael is particular was telling how he was gonna touch(fword) me and my mother.I jokingly said I was gonna touch(fword) him and did a pull up that showed him I could look over the locker door.Then I went to collect my stuff and leave, while I was exiting the facility I said bye to Michael and Samuel.Samuel said bye,while Michael was looking at the ground.Fast forward 2 hours later I get a call from my coach,he is generally a chill dude and didn't sound angry so I thought he was calling to check on me or something.However, he told me that Michael had gone home and started crying to his parents, telling them I was saying that I was going to look at him while he was changing.He said he knew I wasn't really going to do what Michael thought but he said I needed to call him as soon as possible and apologise to him and to never do it again.He explained how his parents wanted to speak to me and said they Would take legal action if necessary. I called him as soon as possible, and his mother pick up the phone.She asked if what he was saying true and I said it was, I told her pretty much everything and multiple times throughout the call I said I was terribly sorry for what had happened and that I took the joke too far.I also told her I was going to take full responsibility for my action.She said she was stunned by honesty and said she was going to give a second chance and wouldn't tell anyone but If I were to that again there would be consequences.I agreed to the term and told her If she wanted to speak to me more,she could call me anytime.Few minutes later, my coach called me and said he was pleased that I was responsible for my action.He comforted me by saying he knew I wouldn't do any of that, but told me that I shouldn't joke about stuff like this. Now I'm afraid if anyone learns this because it would make me look like a pedo, ruining my life in the process.Im also afraid If Michael lies and tells his parents that I did something.If anyone can help me with a comment I would appreciate it.
TL;DR I made a joke that made a child believe I was a pedo.(English is not my first language sorry for bad grammar)

basically me and my ex broke up in december, we just had a lot going on, we both done some stupid things but 3 months ago (March) we started talking again forgave each other for the past and decided to move on and try again.
it’s been going so well, we both understand what each other want and need from eachother and feels like we’re young kids having a crush we’re always so giggly around eachother go on dates and days out to enjoy each others company and it’s just so good. we do still bicker occasionally about stupid and silly stuff as everyone does, it’s completely normal.
i think i want to ask him to be my boyfriend again, but i don’t want to make him feel rushed into it. is there anyway i could possibly hint to him that i may ask soon without it being obvious because i want to surprise him with balloons and a couple of cute gifts!

We where both 21 at the time..this guy I met 2011 via FB, we talked all day & night over the phone,text..& asked to finally meet in person after 2weeks of us talking over the phone.we lived not far from eachother 1 small town distance inbetween us. A simple ice cream date became us on the back of his pick up till 4am talking & laughing like we've all know eachother all our life's.we met up the following night he said he regretted not kissing me the first night,&& the kiss sent me over the moon! we hung out the next day & the next for the remainder of the month.wed cuddled, watched movies at my house or his & the kissing was intense!! We never had sex,even though we both really wanted too,he was so respectful & didn't want to have sex & him leave me since he had inlisted & his day to leave was approaching fast..
I had gotten to know his brother & mom very well in the month & a half we hung out,I drove him & his family to the airport. We maintained good communication when he could call me .he'd write to me daily & I'd write back...his mom would occasionally call me over if she needed my help. Eventually we drifted & we still kept contact,2years went by & he was now in Iran & or China or Germany.suddenly he had posted on IG a pic of him & a women he called his gf ,they where moving in together in Texas....my feelings where hurt,I had remained single waiting on him.took it as time for me to fall back.i liked his picture & congratulations where given,they did look good together..I unfriended his profile,his mother was as confused as I was when she called me to invite me to brunch,I asked if she knew & she denied knowing anything. I started dating 3months after & met my now 7 year old son's dad. I've been since for a few years now.hes found me on social media agin recently he now a drill Sargent.& Explained how nobody ever really made him feel what he felt with me & he would like for us to try,all the wonderful things you'd want to hear.im distant now & hesitant about him. He wants me to fly to south Carolina to see him,I booked a flight almost immediately, for a weekend && then I stopped & remembered how hurt I was before & canceled my trip..I explained to him that I couldn't do it... He has been so nice about it and patient and understanding.so now he booked a flight back to California this late June & wants to see me ..
Advice pls..

Me (19F) and my boyfriend (21M) went to a club together, it has two floors, one floor (downstairs is disco floor, had 70s,80s and 90s music) and the top floor (2000s music). We both get quite drunk, he’s more drunk than I am, he meets these two strangers in the smoking area (1 male and 1 woman, both similar ages to us) he then brings them along to dance with us. The disco floor you can’t bring drinks on. We dance with them for a bit, i say i wanna be upstairs (i prefer the music) he then says he prefers downstairs. So i tell him okay i’ll drink my drink upstairs(as you can’t have it downstairs) and then come get me to go downstairs. He never comes and gets me. I’m not familiar to the club, been to it once, also don’t know the area as I was visiting his house. He doesn’t check up on me for an hour and a half. I was dancing because i was drunk, but i was also getting hit on a lot and had these older men hitting on me, made me feel uncomfortable so i had to go to these random strangers for help. So i was dancing alone and he doesn’t come get me at any point, i was checking my phone every 10 mins or so to see if he has messaged me. He hasn’t. I go downstairs and try find him with some people i met, i couldn’t find him. And these people that were helping me said i should break up with him as he’s left me alone to be targeted on by men. After it being 2 hours of not seeing him and i was panicking as i don’t know the area and thought he had ditched me, i went outside to call my friend. He then finds me, his story was that he saw me alone and dancing and therefore thought i was fine to be alone as i’ve told him before that i like to be left alone (bare in mind this is when we’re at home and im not feeling very talkative, i want space, not at a club!!) that’s why he thought it was best to leave me. he then told me he was in the men’s bathroom and why didn’t i look for him?! I did but i can’t go in the men’s bathroom. i asked him why he didn’t look for me, he said he thought i was fine, i then explained to him, why did you think it was fine as i get hit on even when im with you, so why do you think it’s a good idea to leave me alone with creepy older men. He didn’t understand this. He then tells me that he has looked after me other times, making excuses on why he didn’t have too tonight. He also said i don’t wanna be asked if im okay all the time (again the context is us being at home and we’re just sat watching the tv, i don’t wanna be told if im okay thousands of times when im not doing anything like watching the tv but i wanna be asked if im okay at a club?!). I told him random strangers looked after me more than you have and i’m not their responsibility. Like they were more concerned than he was. And we go home he keeps going on and on about how of a shit boyfriend he is and saying he’s a failure, making me feel guilty and trying to make him feel better. Even though i think he’s in the wrong. We go to bed in separate rooms, the next day he buys my flowers and says he’s sorry. Should I forgive him or break up with him? Like I don’t get how he could leave me for 2 hours in a place I don’t know very well, and I genuinely believed he left me, like i thought im going to have to find a hotel or something as i don’t have keys, and his life360 said he’s at home. I don’t know, maybe it was a honest mistake but why was he giving excuses like he saw me and i looked fine, but didn’t come up to me, like that’s enough to leave me for 2 hours?? and not even a text?? and the fact that he’s looked after me loads of times and that gives him enough reason to leave me alone, like i haven’t had to look after him when he’s really drunk and managed to get us both home. I feel guilty every time i express my feelings to him as he just goes on and on about how shit he is, and that he never does anything right and then i’m left to forget how i felt and try and make him feel better. Any Advice please

Hi, my husband cheated on me, going on 3 years ago now and I stayed. I would like to preface this with letting everyone know I didn’t find anything bad. I stopped going through his phone a long long time ago. We have each other’s passwords and we have an open device rule which I just don’t often feel the need to use anymore. For some reason I had a feeling I should check. I found a conversation that he had a couple weeks ago where he confessed his affair to someone and honestly it helped confirm my decision to stay. He said he would rather die than hurt me like that again. He talked about how he almost lost me and how he wouldn’t know what to do if he had. He said it was the biggest mistake of his life. I read through lines and lines of all of the things we’ve built together and been through. I know he was thinking about it because I had brought it up around that time. I have stayed but I am still processing it piece by piece. I honestly feel at peace in my marriage right now, I love him and I’m glad staying has worked for us. (Note: staying is NOT the right decision for everyone, please do not take this as a sign to stay in a continuous toxic situation. We have done therapy, moved away for a fresh start, and basically reset our entire lives to work through this. If you are in a position where it is safe and you are thinking about staying, it can work if your partner works with you. Please don’t respond if you are going to be mean, I just really wanted a safe outlet where I could share this because I am experiencing many big emotions right now.)

CW: Mention of SA People like to say “at some point y’all cared and loved one another and that’s how you have a child” but that simply wasn’t true. I loved him yea but I don’t think he’s capable of loving anyone not even himself but he is great at pretending! Me and him were off and on for 3 years, I got pregnant, then he said I was ruining his life by keeping the baby, he will never make being a family work with me, I’d be a terrible mother, I was homeless when I found out and he said I deserved to be, etc. Naturally that led me to be like okay - I will do this on my own but I also have a village that will help me. At some point he changed his mind and wanted to be in our lives and was begging me the rest of my pregnancy to make it work but also belittling, disrespecting, and being an outright monster to me. The way people treat you when you’re pregnant… you just don’t forget about. I told him he can see the baby whenever he likes but I will not be with him romantically. Every week he is trying to push me to be with him, saying I’m a terrible mother for not giving the relationship a chance for the baby, etc. So the reason I even feel like getting anything off my chest comes around.. Mother’s Day. A girl finds me on instagram and asks if she can talk to me about said ex. We get on the phone and she is crying telling me she never knew he had a baby etc. etc. We put him on the call he said that she was lying and just trying to ruin his life. He had a relationship with the girl for 2 years while trying to be with me at the same time with the excuse that I “treated him terribly”. He lied to this girl and said that I knew about her, didn’t like her, and didn’t want her around my baby because she’s white??? He told this girl that I went to the club with him, drugged him, and forced him to sleep with me. Me and this girl both have a history with SA I don’t know why he would lie about that. He told her I didn’t let him see his baby, that I called CPS on him three times, that I did so many things that were not even close to true??? Then he wants to tell me she’s only telling me half the truth, he never loved her, she’s mad because he “chose” us. He was with her my entire pregnancy and told her when I was in labor that he even had a child on the way. I was alone in the hospital for 3 days after I gave birth and he was with her literally talking about how much he loves her, marrying her, making her a mom, saying having a baby doesn’t change anything etc. all while still trying to get with me. We’ve compared screenshots and experiences and it’s insane how we have no original experiences when it comes to this guy other than me having a baby. I spent the last year healing and getting over him so this was more of a shock about what he portrayed me as and confirmation that I wasn’t crazy this entire time about his weird behavior. I think what also makes me feel so uncomfortable and embarrassed is that his friends all knew and looked me in the eyes comfortably. They all call their girlfriends crazy too and red flag number one should’ve been the fact that all of his friends are cheaters. It’s been such a weird time and I’ve just been focusing on my baby and myself but he still thinks he has a chance with me. He’s acting like everything is normal and fine. The kicker is that to him he doesn’t need to apologize we are both hoes and he can have whoever he wants. This is the sparknotes version but he is a predator, emotional and physical abuser, and the textbook definition of a narcissist. My mind is blown. While my head and heart are okay my stomach and gut have been struggling. I haven’t taken the time to feel because my feelings are so conflicting and I feel this need to be strong for my baby. Now I have to walk on pins and needles and not react while I get things handled or else he reacts… psychotically. I genuinely can’t believe this is my experience.

This sound bad I know. But lately I’m feeling super distance in this, I 19F was born in the church and from birth till 11 I loved church but ever since being in young women I’ve began to dislike. This is mostly because of people around me, I had no friends, teacher just made me so uncomfortable and every time they do camp, they always told me to think about and force me to go no matter how hard I told them I don’t want to go. I have never felt so alone.
I did have some good time in young women it only lasted 9 months before boundary has change and I was ended up in a new ward with no one I knew. I’m know in relief society but i don’t fit in, the only reason why I keep going is for my family because I was made to. I never wanted to go to class (second hour) and people always keep asking my parents why I never go to class which my parents can never found a answer for, they would keep ask me to go to class but even if I did, I would be on my phone. I do believe in jesus and everything, I just don’t like people around me thinks being a member is their entire personality and they are trying to make me have the same feeling as them. So my parents and other members are pushing me away from church.
My family have always told me that I have to marry someone that’s a member, I have a boyfriend of 1 year and he isn’t a member, he’s a atheist. I introduce him to them and they did like him great and think he’s a good boyfriend and a husband one day but they making him become members of the church and making us to get married in the temple, I understand why they want us to get married in the temple because we will be together in the spiritual world but making my boyfriend go to church is not the way to go. I feel really bad because it had made us argue a lot because of it because he doesn’t want to go to church (I don’t to) but I keep begging him just so my parents would like him which is kinda why I don’t like church because my parents said he has to go to church or we are to remain as friend and not get married.
I remember one time I wanted to go formal (prom in America) but I wasn’t allowed to have the dress I wanted because it didn’t fit the church standards which I feel like it’s so out of date and it took me months to convince my parents to let me but it definitely took a toll in our relationship..
I’m not sure if I want to leave church because I just hate it or I want to leave to spite my family but overall I just don’t want to go anymore….
P.s I’m ranting but even thought I’m calm I still feel the same and it sounds messy but yeah… please don’t hate me because I don’t want to be a member anymore….