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So throughout college, there was always this guy in my classes who everyone thought was a little weird. We’ll call him Oliver. Now, Oliver is clearly developmentally disabled but I am not sure what exactly his condition is. He always smells bad, he’s awkward, he asks invasive questions (especially about people’s romantic lives), he’s not great with personal space and this will make me sound like a jerk, but he looks like he has a chromosome missing (think very short, with claw-like hands and a very oddly shaped face). He also does not wear clothes that fit, and frequently walks around with half of his butt hanging out, and becomes very depressed, dejected, and offended when people point it out to him, even when they do so discreetly and gently. Because of how awkward he is, many girls think he’s creepy, and he has trouble making friends, beyond people who feel bad for him.
I got to know this guy a little better because we both hang out in the commuter space at our college (he is a commuter, and many of my friends are commuters) and we both TA for the same professor. Now, he considers me a friend, but to be quite honest, I find him very annoying. It’s a very awkward situation, but I don’t have the heart to tell him that I think our relationship is very one-sided. Basically, he treats me and other people as a therapist. He started confiding in us about his personal struggles. These include:
· Health issues. He told us that he has a brain injury from accidently taking too much medication to help his sleeping disorder. I do believe that he has health issues since he took a year off of college, but I am unsure as to the extent of them, since he has always been very vague.
· Girl issues. These vary but I’ll try to sum it up here.
o He alleges that another guy spread a rumor that he was creep his freshman year, because they were both interested in the same girl.
o A girl reported him to student life for being creepy. He says that he just asked he a question and sat next to her in a class, but I’m not entirely sure about that after talking to people who know him.
o He is absolutely obsessed with getting a girlfriend, and thinks that he is worthless (his words, not mine), if he does not get one.
o He claims that many women have rejected him because of his height (he is under 5’) and frequently rants about how this is a petty and unreasonable criteria.
· School issues. He is very smart and does well in all of his classes except for math. This is because he claims that the brain injury affected the part of his brain that help with understanding calculations. But he also has terrible test anxiety and tells us that he thinks he is going to flunk out of college before every test.
· Family issues. Here is where things really get messed up. He alleges a variety of stories about his family, each one stranger than the last.
o His mom allegedly told him that she thought he was a demon when he was born.
o His mom would get into fights with him as a small child over innocuous things like if he missed a question on a quiz, and then call him the spawn of Satan.
o His dad and he would get into physical fights as a small child.
o His mom told him that he will be the next Hitler.
o His mom told him that he has megalomaniac tendencies (this guy is one of the most timid people I know).
o His mom told him that God is punishing him for not reading the Bible enough through his health issues.
o His mom told his grandparents that she considered having him castrated as a young boy.
o His mom forced him to give his car to the church when he couldn’t afford insurance.
o His mom said she would not let him date until he was forty.
o When he considered asking out a girl, his mom told him that she would contact said girl and tell her he was an abuser. She also gave him books on purity at this time.
o He claims that his dad left his mom around the time he had the brain injury for a much younger woman in another state. His stepmom apparently does not let him live with them, because she thinks he is a downer.
o His mom once called the police on him during an argument. When the police arrived, he says that he talked back to them, which resulted in a disorderly conduct charge, which he says will make it hard for him to get a job later.
o He claims that his mom has a mental disorder (I can’t remember what it’s called) but she never takes her medication.
o He claims that his mom told him that God will not heal him from his health issues until he trusts in him.
o His grandparents think he is a disappointment for not making the dean’s list one semester.
o His mom is in the process of finishing an online masters’ degree and says that he will need to move away with her for her new job.
Naturally, this is a lot of information to take in, and he revealed this to me and my friends all over the course of a year. I’m sure that I’m missing plenty of information that he has told me at some point, but I think this gives a general idea as to his personal struggles.
Now, even though he gets on my nerves, when he told me about his problems, I wanted to do the right thing. This might make me sound sanctimonious, but I am religious, and I have been thinking a lot about what it means to treat “the least of these” as we treat Christ. If Oliver counts as the least of these, then I should be trying to help him. Here is what I have already done:
· I tutored him in a stats class because he was struggling.
· I tried to politely point out the pants issue as well as some other awkward things he does but have since given up because he always responds so negatively.
· I (and many other people) suggested that he take advantage of the counseling services here on campus. He refused because he tried going to a therapist ~2 years ago because it “didn’t work.”
· I routinely reassure him that his mom is crazy for the things she says and does, and his dad is a piece of shit for abandoning him with an unstable person. Moreover, I stress to him that his mother is abusive and what she says and does is wrong and harmful.
· I encouraged Oliver to 1) block a bullying student 2) seek advice from a trusted professor during an incident where a student harassed him and tried to manipulate him into recording another professor without his consent. Oliver refused to go to student life during this incident, because he was fearful that they would not believe him, from that incident where the girl reported him.
· Finally, I researched safe house and found one about 5 hours away from our college that admits men and disabled adults. I sent this to him, and offered to drive him there either right now, or after he graduates, whichever he thought was best.
Many other people, especially my friends, have offered to help him, and gave him similar advice over the years. But, we have noticed a couple of things which make us doubt his integrity somewhat.
· Firstly, we do not think that he is completely innocent in his girl problems. We spoke to a couple of people who know Oliver, and it sounds like many girls told him instructions like “don’t stand so close to me,” which he then did not follow. Also, he apparently became angry at some girls for finding girlfriends. From here, we have concluded that he is not a reliable narrator, especially when it comes to girls.
· He REALLY likes attention, and always finds a way to bring any conversation with him back to him and his problems, to the point where he will interrupt other people’s conversations to talk about his problems. For example, my friend Matt was joking with me about a bad date from years ago, and the conversation went something like this:
Matt: So I was an idiot when I was 16. I asked a girl out, and then took her to split a fry at McDonald’s.
Me: Jeez, if you wanted to be cheap, why didn’t you just take her to coffee?
Matt: Ha! I have no idea. And then I got seriously offended when she didn’t want a second date!
Me: Dude, splitting a fry is something you do AFTER a date as an excuse to hang out more!
*laughter*
Oliver (jumping in): My mom said that I’m going to hell on the way to school!
Over time, his interruptions have gotten progressively more and more invasive and awkward and shocking, and he always seems to revel in our shock by smiling and jumping up and down.
· His stories about his family have gotten progressively more and more insane (for example, telling us about his stepmom first, waiting until we believe him, and then telling us about the castration story), and likewise, he seems to enjoy our shock and condemnation of his family members.
· Occasionally, Oliver will go off on unhinged rants about how he wants to ban dating or get revenge on the girls who have rejected him. He never says that he wants to do anything violent to them, just “get revenge.” He also responds negatively when people try to deescalate him during these vents by ranting about how they do not understand.
· If anyone says anything positive about a person that Oliver thinks has wronged him (i.e. girls who have rejected him), even if it’s something as innocuous as “Ella was really good at running the environmental club, too bad she graduated early,” he will immediately rant about how horrible she is because she rejected him.
· He admitted that he does not actually think he is going to flunk out of college, but tells us he thinks he will fail, because he wants us to pay attention to him.
· When I sent him the information about the safehouse, he refused to take me up on it. Moreover, he made excuses about his health problems, his disorderly conduct charge and the fact that he wants to go to grad school someday (he has not even applied to grad school). I had done a thorough job researching, even contacting the safe house to ask a couple of questions. It turns out that the safe house would still take him, as long as he was transparent about his health issues and criminal record. He still refused and shut down the conversation.
· Oliver is originally from a state in the American South, but our college is in the north-east. When he came to college, his mother moved along with him, which is why he is a commuter and lives off campus. He tried living in the dorms for one semester but gave up on that since it was bad for his sleeping disorder. However, it doesn’t make sense to me that an abusive mother would uproot her life and career to accommodate her disabled son.
· I have never seen bruises, cuts, or any other physical injuries on Oliver. Nor does he appear to be suffering from malnutrition – if anything, he’s rather overweight. The only physical evidence of abuse I can see is 1) the constant smell and 2) his clothes are constantly covered in food. However, he comes to
· I have never met his mom, nor has anyone I know. She could be absolutely insane or completely normal for all I know. As for the religious fanaticism, Oliver has told us the name of the church he goes to. From looking on their website, they seem normal, and not the religious fundamentalist types.
Now, I have no background training in abuse, mental illness or anything of that sort. Thus, my concerns that Oliver is lying could be absolutely false – I literally don’t know. Does anyone have any advice for me to either 1) find out the truth or 2) help him (beyond what I have done) if there is actually abuse going on in his life? I really want to do the right thing, but I’m mainly concerned that I may be being lied to.

Big trigger warning - CSA
Please don’t report anything as I’m somewhat trained in the law around this, have been talking with a survivor advocate, and am taking the best path forward to keep everyone safe. I simply need to vent and seek community and social support.
I had a very disturbing nightmare two nights ago of my father sa’ing me. I have had this repeated nightmare since I was little, but only like 5 or so times. My father has crossed borderline boundaries and I clearly remember them (I was also older), but I have no clear memory of this drastic thing. Memories have been triggered for me recently after some issues with my father not wearing pajamas came up again with my sister, who’s living with them (I’m in my own apartment w/ my long term partner).
After the dream, I started to piece some things together about another memory I had about dad/daughter camping trips. I didn’t want to ruin my partners and I’s date night so I repressed it. But then my current injury got triggered and I was immense pain. I felt something in me snap.
I felt like I was physically fighting another part of me in my brain, like my head was splitting in two. I heavy dissociated in high school due to pain from tear in my hip that took forever to heal. This part of me would take over and be a bitch and help me yell at my parents to stop them from yelling at my sister and target me instead. This part of me was also very cruel to my partner.
I recovered with grounding and exercise, and simply getting out of th house. But yesterday I felt this bitch me pushing to take over for th first time in years. After talking with my partner afterwards, I soon realized that I only remembered half of the breakdown. Apparently I kept asking him if he was scared yet or if he was going to break yet. I only remember telling him I didn’t want this and that I was trying to stop. I remember going to the bathroom to calm down and then remembering when I had to hide from my parents in the bathroom. Everything was triggering me. I was trying to breath but I didn’t feel in control. I revealed what I had maybe remembered and he helped me calm down with ice and distress tolerance.
I haven’t felt so out of control in so long. I have diagnosed dp/dr, OCD, depression, and anxiety. This felt different from “I’m not real” dissociation. I’m not quite sure what to do. I don’t know if this memory is real and I’m worried telling my therapist will trigger a mandated report while my sister is living with them abroad and they could cut communication off.
What advice I’d like: 1. How to deal with memories and breakdowns 2. Talking with therapists 3. Supporting siblings still living with bad parents 4. If this is an alter, how do you regain control? 5. Your general take on this tbh

Last night the kid didn't sleep at home. It was perfect for a night of intimacy but, instead, after a dinner in a place of her choosing and seeing the city lights, we just pretended to be sleeping for the first half of the night.
We both took a shower and went to bed. I was very tired because this week was impossible. It's a mystery how I'm not physically sick with the amount of sleep I'm (NOT) getting (in part, because of her work related projects).
I know she was in the mood and I could perhaps join her mood... but I was tired and still bitter over the way she disrespected me two weeks ago, by completely removing my authority while I was having a stern conversation with our kid (she does this frequently, to the point that our kid already says "mom knows best!").
Add to that the fact that I'm apparently the only one around the house worried about cooking, laundrying and cleaning and I had very little interest in playing the usual romantic role of pleasuring her until she fell asleep of exhaustion.
The drop of water was her way of drawing my interest like a 4 y.o. would to wake up a parent: by poking my face with a finger. Fantastic.

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The time has come… in a dramatic turn of events, the collection must go :( This is not the full thing thank god, but it is a majority… My approach to collecting is primarily artistic if I’m honest and so Unless Specified Otherwise, I am the first owner and the knives have never been carried. Everything includes the box/pouch with all accessories. Each knife is shown in a very detailed video… listed by descending price:
James Brand The Barnes — second owner, I can’t spot a single blemish, perfect condition, factory edge, perfect centering and lockup, very impressive knife, plain ti version with lime colored thumbstuds — sv 430
Navajas Barbudo Balmis — LNIB, a very unique production knife by Reate from Spanish maker Miguel Barbudo. Perfect condition, lockup and centering, comes with Tools For Gents 2022 coin, toxic storm fat carbon fiber version — sv 325
Arcane Design Preytheon — LNIB, UrbanEDC exclusive, I’ve never used it, it’s as if you bought it brand new, nothing to note, it’s in flawless condition — sv 320
Vero Synapse Mini — I picked up the blackwash / black micarta version off the swap not too long ago, and then upgraded the scales to the bnw g10, comes with the originals too. I can’t find any blemish and I haven’t arrived it at all, LNIB — sv 315
Benchmade Mini Crooked River factory custom — ordered directly from benchmade with S90V steel, black liners, bolster and screws, blue pivot collar and backspacer, and short deep carry black clip. Not used at all… actually I don’t like it, the action hasn’t even been broken it, however two screw heads did run off as i was trying to shine the wood, sadly I paid 360 for such a stunt, but here you go — sv 280
Terrain 365 Mako — plain ti version, I modified the flipper tab and guard to match, but then the pivot got stripped so I got a new one from Michael, through this whole process, it got very dinged up, I haven’t actually carried or used it, and it took forever to get it centered and tensioned right, but here it is, and not ugly Mako for — *sv 270+
APurvis Progeny V3 — green micarta version but comes with extra scales in shred cf, nothing to note, perfect condition, LNIB, the action is no longer difficult as it was out of box, so i guess it had been flipped a fair bit, great centering and lockup — sv 260
Reate Gents #9 — received off the swap just the other day, original owner polished the clip and put a polished edge on the blade, it has the tiniest scratch on the polished edge near the point, he said he never used it or carried it, I have barely touched it, excellent condition, no marks to note, very comfortable knife, comes with some extra screws and washers — sv 225
NOC MT20 — blue inlay, LNIB, honestly very underrated, great action and surprisingly comfortable, it’s perfect, I don’t know what else to say — sv 190
Miguron Pagos II — this has a twill cf inlay and I love it, based off of everything I own, I’m going to make the claim that this is the best knife you can get for the money, amazing fit and finish, amazing action and drop, and amazing materials. I did drop it so the very very tip is missing, factory edge and could be sharpened easy, otherwise perfect condition — sv 175
Kizer Cormorant — Elmax and nebula fat carbon, i bought it directly from Kizer about a month ago and have played with it a few times… so here’s a good deal on a perfect knife, LNIB, I did screw in the extra screws to fill in the show side clip holes and I did the spine walk test on some a carpet on a table (it very passed) — sv 160
Boos Blade Smoke 2.0 — twill cf / plain ti, I bought this off bladeforms a week ago and I know people think it’s too skinny but I actually love it a lot, great materials for the money, you can tell the action is what the price is, but i really like it. the only blemish i’ve found is a dent in the very edge of the blade about 75% up, factory edge, easy to sharpen out — sv 122
Opinel No. 08 Ellipse — handled twice, NIB, special edition of the french classic with metal inlay on the handle — sv 110
Lynch Clip — Spyderco standard, black, brand new with screws — sv 15
Skiff Bearings — brand new, 6mm pivot, 1/16in, 16 ball — sv 12
Artisan Cutlery/CJRB Clip type A and type D — never used, compatible knives listed in the link, but also it’s really generic and would fit a lot of things if you want it, sold together — sv 25
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BBK Raptor V2 — sv 330 Berg Blades Mini Barber — sv 224 Kubey Raven — sv 38 / Damascus clip for VDK Mini War Admiral
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Rockstar Games may already be planning Grand Theft Auto VI DLC. Fans have been chomping at the bit for more info on GTA 6 for a while as it will likely be one of the biggest games of all-time. Rockstar Games continues to raise and set the bar in a way no other developer is capable of and that will likely be no different with this game. Red Dead Redemption 2 was an absurdly innovative game that is a benchmark for open-world gaming and GTA 6 is both the follow-up to that and the second-best-selling game of all-time, Grand Theft Auto V. The developer is taking its sweet time on its next game and we've already caught a couple of glimpses at it thanks to leaks, but we're still waiting to learn more about it.
With that said, a recent comment from Rockstar Games insider Tez2 noted that they believe Rockstar is on track to announce GTA 6 this year and likely release it next holiday season, with room to delay into early 2025. In order to ensure the game does not get delayed more, Tez noted that Rockstar may have to start cutting content from the game which could then be finished and repackaged later as DLC. It's not something that's totally out of the question, as Rockstar did repurpose some stuff that was cut from Grand Theft Auto V later in GTA Online. Reports also suggested that when Bully 2 was canceled, some of its concepts and features were salvaged for Red Dead Redemption 2.
"I personally see an announcement as a given this year," said the insider. "I don't think the upper management is in a position to delay further to holiday 2025/2026. Cutting more portions of the game to package into DLCs to release later on may be sustainable for management than delaying further."
With all of that said, it's not necessarily a bad idea. In order to get the game out in a reasonable time, stuff will have to be cut, that's the nature of game development. However, it's always a good thing if it can be recycled for other content later down the line. Not only do you get a more fleshed out experience, but it keeps the core vision of the game in-tact. Rockstar has largely moved away from premium story DLC in recent years, so it's unclear what this DLC would look like, but it will likely be years before we even see it.

7th Moon, 200 AC
“Good, you’re doing good.”
Igrin stroked the hair of the young girl, her face strained as she sat on the birthing stool, her knuckles bleeding white as she gripped the rope to steady herself. She had a tea Igrin had made her to help with the pain of childbirth, but it could not stop it all.
The midwife waited, knelt between her legs, whispering soothing words, the stone wrapped around one thigh—blessed by the gods of Thenn, to bring her good luck and a healthy babe.
And the first cry burst forth, a loud wail as the child cried out. She reached out, guiding the process as it slipped forth into the world.
“A good cry,” she praised the mother, “Healthy lungs.”
She cleaned the baby, swaddling it as the mother recovered, sweat down her brow as her own mother and sisters and friends surrounded her, getting her onto the bed and cleaning her up.
Igrin looked down at the baby—a child of the Magnar, but who would not his place.
“A baby girl,” she whispered, cradling her, a smile spreading across her face, “You have a baby girl.”
The girl cried and wailed so loudly it nearly shook the room, “She’s going to be a strong one.”
She passed her off to the wife of the Magnar, and went to tell her god-king the good news.
Nine children she had delivered of his blood. Countless others across the time, nearly every baby in Thenn born in the last years, had been delivered by her hands. She had been the very first to hold them, to hear their cries, to nurse and care for them, checking in on every major milestone. Their first steps, their first words. She once said she had hundreds of children, as she cared for each other them so dearly.
And tonight, she watched them all die.
Nothing could stand against the Dead, Thenn had been preparing for war, but it came too late. Everything had been a blur, the smell of smoke, the screams in the streets.
Igrin grabbed her axes, finding Kayah, finding Jenny—where was she? Where was her baby girl?
Kayah held a screaming Barodyr, her son, tightly in her arms as they fled.
“Go!” Igrin yelled, “Get as many out as you can, making for the river, I’ll meet you there.”
“I’m not leaving without you,” she pleaded.
Igrin wrenched her arm out of her grasp, and ran back to her village, the only home she had ever truly home. The home where she had married her husband, where she had raised her children, her children. Her own blood and every other. Barodyr’s toys were still strewn about the floor of her longhouse as it burned.
She evacuated as many as she could, hearing the sounds of the fighting.
“Where is the Magnar?” she demanded as she ran through the fray, “Where is he?”
No one had an answer, they pushed past each other in attempt to escape as Igrin pushed against the tide.
She needed to be with him, to fight at her side. The man she had known all her life, she had to get him out.
In the midst of the fire, she saw a circle of Wyringr, the seers, the god-chosen. They held hands in prayer and made no attempt to leave, under their sacred trees where the bodies of the Crow hung.
“Get out,” she grabbed their shoulder, “Flee while you still can!”
They did not listen. They chose to die at home with the gods. Perhaps she would have too—but Jenny was still out there, Arvir was still out there.
And she saw them—a chill wracked through her body, and she nearly dopped her axes and let them take her.
Glowing eyes in the dark, she couldn’t see much through the smoke and flames and chaos. The walking dead, frozen corpses come to feast. Her throat tightened, she couldn’t breath—she hacked and coughed from the flames, trying to get to the Magnar’s longhouse.
“It’s overrun,” someone yelled, she didn’t know who, and they grabbed her arm, pulling her back, “He’s gone. He’s gone.”
Igrin turned and fled.
Something was behind her, she daren’t look as she pounded through the rocks and snow. She wasn’t spry as she once was, age catching up on her. She turned, bronze axe gleaming with the reflection of the flames. A heavy crack rang through the air as she slammed the axe into the neck of the creature. It did not cut through—there was no blood.
Dropping the axe, she fled as fast as she could, jumping through the flames.
The old man—he said that they could die. That he had seen them before, before his eyes gave out.
Living dead things. Cold and beautiful. They steal much and more from us. They die though. They die when the North burns.
Thenn burned now, plumes of smoke rising a hundred feet or more into the freezing air. It was a chill beyond anything she had felt before, threatened to root her in place.
Gathering as many survivors as she could, she led the charge out of the city as they swarmed in, not knowing who was there, who had survived—if Kayah had, if Jenny had.
They did not stop running until Thenn was only ash and smoke in the distance, her lungs burning.
Kayah was there—she had found her, she was waiting. She grabbed her face and held her.
They had been travelling for days without stopping.
Igrin had took the command, the Magnar dead. Their gods had abandoned them, left them to die. Or they had sent these Others, as punishment. For what, she did not know. She thought of the Crows hanging from the trees, bodies decaying and rotting for all to see.
But she knew the Crows. She knew of one Crow, the man she had taken as husband, the man who’s blood ran through her children. Crowtown—the place he had served, and the place he had last been seen.
Her eyes stung from the icy winds as she began to march.
200 or so survivors, she hadn’t had the time to count them all. Women, children, old men, some fighters but not many. Most had gone out defending their home. She had tried to treat injures best she could, but they could not stop and rest.
The dead did not sleep, neither would they.
Raknargr had come for them. The White Death. She only hoped the Magnar was feasting in the halls of glory among the gods but—she thought of those creatures, the demons of ice. Bloated and beautiful and terrible. Had they claimed everything? Destroyed it all?
Igrin marched on, even as cries started in the group. They needed food, water, rest. But they couldn’t, not now.
“We march on,” she barked, voice ringing out over the icy fields they travelled, “We cannot stop. To stop is to die, and I will not be giving up on you.”
The food rations ran out quick, unable to take much, and most of it destroyed in the fires. Fights broke out because of it, 2 more falling dead.
“Enough!” she had yelled, commanding them to listen, even if they would not, she would make them, “We only have each other. There is us, and there is them. We must work as one. Otherwise we will never survive.”
She had been an important member of Thenn for a great many years, but never as a commander. She was a healer, the midwife who helped bear their children, nothing more. But a leader she had to be, now. There was no one left.
Kayah led a hunting party to scout ahead, the ones fleet of foot.
“Do not leave me,” Igrin begged her, “What if they come for you?”
“If I do not go, and get food for our people, I will never forgive myself. Better to try,” she insisted, and went off.
They moved slowly, at the pace of their youngest and eldest. A wailing toddler would cost them the noise in the night, but Igrin figured that if the White Death was close enough to hear, there was nothing they could do to stop it.
Starving, weary, dehydrated, she pushed through the snow, using a large wooden stick to clear a path and brace herself. She had injured her leg while fleeing, and it didn’t feel right. She needed to rest it, but she didn’t have time.
Jenny stayed by her mother’s side, silent the whole way through.
“Arvir will join us again,” Igrin assured her, “Him and the Antlers. We must warn them, tell them all. The White Death has come, and none can stand against it.”
In the cold night sky, the stars guided her path, knowing these lands well. An aurora borealis lit up, dancing over the mountains, back to the Valley of Thenn. The souls of the dead.
It was cold and beautiful—and a warning. That death will come for them all.

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S35VN Cold Steel Engage: SV $115 https://imgur.com/a/8Ocgd6G
First owner, never carried or cut with. Was disassembled for HRC testing (60 HRC); the testing indents are visible on the show side, below the plunge grind (pictured). I was glad to see that CS still went with pb washers on this model. Very cool lock, with strong lockup, an excellent blade, and nice pocket clip! No box
S90V PMP USER II: $90 https://imgur.com/a/LaUGDYX
Wow is this an impressive knife! It has all of the bells and whistles, along with a nice S90V blade @ 60 HRC, and .0145" behind the edge making this a masterclass at slicing. This was used to cut a box, and that is about it for use, and carry. The titanium shows no signs of wear, but the pivot does (pictured), and the indents from HRC testing are visible from the showside behind the plunge grind (also pictured). No box
SOLD CQI SPYDIECHEF: $85 SOLD https://imgur.com/a/WHZEGFv
This is a faithful user, as can be seen from the pictures, and is wearing a serviceable edge (resharpened to ~17 dps). It's a great knife, and I enjoyed it while I had it; but some of my other knives are beating it out of the rotation. Please adopt my baby. No box
S90V Native 5 w/ Fluted Carbon Fiber: $175 https://imgur.com/a/sVWz14u
Second owner, and neither of us used it much at all; but we did both do our fair share of carrying it. The pocket clip has light wear throughout, along with the backspacer, and body screws. This tested at 61 HRC (indent visible below the "M" in "CPM"), and is ready to get some serious work done! Hey! This knife even comes with a box!
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Rockstar Games may already be planning Grand Theft Auto VI DLC. Fans have been chomping at the bit for more info on GTA 6 for a while as it will likely be one of the biggest games of all-time. Rockstar Games continues to raise and set the bar in a way no other developer is capable of and that will likely be no different with this game. Red Dead Redemption 2 was an absurdly innovative game that is a benchmark for open-world gaming and GTA 6 is both the follow-up to that and the second-best-selling game of all-time, Grand Theft Auto V. The developer is taking its sweet time on its next game and we've already caught a couple of glimpses at it thanks to leaks, but we're still waiting to learn more about it.
With that said, a recent comment from Rockstar Games insider Tez2 noted that they believe Rockstar is on track to announce GTA 6 this year and likely release it next holiday season, with room to delay into early 2025. In order to ensure the game does not get delayed more, Tez noted that Rockstar may have to start cutting content from the game which could then be finished and repackaged later as DLC. It's not something that's totally out of the question, as Rockstar did repurpose some stuff that was cut from Grand Theft Auto V later in GTA Online. Reports also suggested that when Bully 2 was canceled, some of its concepts and features were salvaged for Red Dead Redemption 2.
"I personally see an announcement as a given this year," said the insider. "I don't think the upper management is in a position to delay further to holiday 2025/2026. Cutting more portions of the game to package into DLCs to release later on may be sustainable for management than delaying further."
With all of that said, it's not necessarily a bad idea. In order to get the game out in a reasonable time, stuff will have to be cut, that's the nature of game development. However, it's always a good thing if it can be recycled for other content later down the line. Not only do you get a more fleshed out experience, but it keeps the core vision of the game in-tact. Rockstar has largely moved away from premium story DLC in recent years, so it's unclear what this DLC would look like, but it will likely be years before we even see it.

[mention of eating disorders] I am 16 FTM and I weigh around 200 lbs. as mentioned in the title, I eat around 1000 calories in a day. I am part of varsity softball at my school, and workout almost everyday. I’m a relatively active person. I have been vegan for almost a year now as well. Main issue is, I barely ever lose weight. I have basically stopped snacking as a whole, and avoid juices and sodas. I don’t really know what I’m doing wrong, but I’m just not losing any weight. I used to struggle with bulimia, anorexia and other eating disorders.
I need help. I’m tired of being so self conscious about myself and always being “the fat one”. I try my best, but I’m always the fat one in photos and in friend groups. I just don’t know what else to do. What can I even do? Does anyone have any advice? Please, I really need it. How can I lose weight in a healthy way and not fall back into my past eating disorders?

Alright folks, here's a bit of a challenge. I'm looking for an anime/OVA I remember watching a bit of waaay waaay back, and I have a feeling it might have been one of those really odd Netflix or Hulu shows that were on there for no reason (I could be wrong), and weren't that popular, but here we are. Due to this, it was likely available before 2012/2014, and based on the style, it could be much older than that.
The style was somewhat similar to Lodoss, with more mature RPG-ish characters and the I guess '90's' style, but the animation seemed a bit more recent (actually animated, not just a bunch of stop shots). What I remember was a battle in the woods/swamp with water underfoot, and I'm pretty sure an archer. The OP or ED had a priestess/sorcereetc in long, flowing white robes, and was likely a 'goddess' or some major plot point to the story. It was definitely high medeival fantasy (swords and magic) with elves and the like, and though I've tried as much as I can, I can't seem to find it in Lodoss or any of it's offshoots, and nothing else that seems similar looks right to me. (Slayers is a bit cartoonish for faces, Bastard!! doesn't have the right cast, etc.)
Since it was likely a very low popularity title tucked away in a closed environment, my guess is it's probably not going to be easy to find since most people are looking for the 'best' or 'greatest', and that far back things weren't really as catalogued as they are these days.
Some shows I know for certain it is not: Queens Blade - too new/polished Utawarerumono - too new Beserk Bastard!! - not the right cast Slayers - too cartoonish Claymore Lord Marksman and Vanadis - too new/ characters too young Record of Grancrest War - seems to polished/new Rune Soldier- Seems about right style wise, but not serious enough The Twelve Kingdoms - no modern school settings Those Who Hunt Elves Inuyasha - Not realistic enough character design
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I just want to be heard and validated. I don’t want to be mansplained. How do you tell the world that you’re perfect partner does everything else except validate my needs and wants. I feel like driving off a Cliff. There are none tho in my area so no worries. I’m 46/F and I’ve SH since I was 22. I can’t even post a pic here and even that feels shitty. How does nobody give a FUQ. I’m a mom. I shouldn’t be this person. I hate myself so much. Can anyone honestly love us if they accept this of us. That it’s ok to do this to us so long as it doesn’t mean they actually have to deal. If you’re asking how does he not know. Well we have no intimacy. He never sees me naked. When I started SH it was a few large gashes on my right arm. I covered the biggest with a tattoo. I have now moved on to my outside thigh but my underwear. I just used his work knife. I wish it would’ve been sharper. I just slashed and slashed and cuts were too slow. I don’t even feel much better. I knew this was coming tho. I had a huge fit last night and slammed everything off a shelf. It didn’t help. I feel like even here typing this I still don’t feel better. I’m such a broken person. Why am I even here. Do you too feel like everything goes dizzy behind your eyes and in that moment you know it’s you who you hate and suddenly calm yourself because you know the blade you’re going to use is just one hiding place away. Mine however is in plain sight. I use his fancy work knife he attaches to his work backpack. He never knows. Will this ever end? I’m just tired. I’m suffocating.

It was morning, and Jean, the receptionist for the law firm of O’Ryan and Greenblatt, unlocked the office door and then went to her computer.
An hour or so later, a five-foot-tall woman about 70, who was carrying a shopping bag, entered the office. She spoke with a Yiddish accent.”
“Hello. May I help you?”
“Yes, dear, I’m Mrs. Liederkenstenflam.”
“My name is Jean,” she said, went to Mrs. Liederkenstenflam, and led her to chairs. “Let’s sit down, Mrs. Liederkenstenflam.”
“Thank you, dahling, I was tired. You’re such a nice girl. Here. She took a container, spoon, and napkin out of her shopping bag, opened it, and gave it to Jean. “Have some nice chign soup. It’s Jewish penicillin. It will fix all your problems,” she said and tried to feed her.
Jean gently held her hand. “Thank you, Mrs. Liederkenstenflam, but I’m not hungry.”
“Okay, dahling,” she said and put everything back in her bag.
“Now, how can we help you?”
“I need a lawyer, a good lawyer.”
“You’ve come to the right place. The firm of O’Ryan and Greenblatt is one of the best law firms in the city.”
“Okay. I’ll take Mr. Greenblatt.”
“I’m sorry. Mr. Greenblatt isn’t taking any cases, but his daughter, Karen, is taking cases.”
“Okay, I’ll take Karen, but before you call her, tell me how much I have to pay.”
An office door opened, and a man came out. He went to the coffee pot and held it up. “It’s empty. Again, it’s empty,” he said, put his hand on his hip and stamped his foot. Jean and Mrs. Liederkenstenflam watched him. “Gosh darn. Darn. How is a great lawyer supposed to be great if there’s no coffee?”
“So, make some coffee,” Jean said.
“But that’s your job,” he whined. “I do lawyer things and you make coffee. That’s the way it’s supposed to be,” he complained, stamped his foot and wiggled to his office.
'`D' boichick, I think he needs some chign soup. Yeah?”
“He needs something.”
“Now, I was asking how much I have to pay.”
“You don’t have to pay anything up front if the attorney decides to take your case. If the attorney loses, you don’t pay anything. If the attorney wins, you pay just one third.”
“Oy, how terrible. How can you do such a thing? I think I need a doctor.”
“What’s wrong, Mrs. Liederkenstenflam?” Jean asked anxiously.
“Well, you see, my great aunt died, may her soul rest in peace, and she left me her little doggie in her will, but my sister took d’ little doggie, and I want Karen should make my sister give back d’ liddle doggie, but how could I give you one third of a little doggie? What would you do with just a part of a liddle doggie? How could d’ liddle doggie get along widout d’ part you took? D’ poor liddle doggie needs all his parts. After all,” she said sounding very anxious.
“You don’t understand, Mrs. Liederkenstenflam. The cases we take involve financial settlement. Our fee would be in dollars. You need to take your case to a small claims court.”
“In a small claims court, they won’t take a part of my liddle doggie?”
“No, they won’t. The judge will listen to both sides and then decide who should get the dog, the whole dog.”
“I’ll go to that court. What a relief. I wouldn’t want Pedro Garcia Juan Padilla De Santa Maria cut up into liddle pieces. Thank you, dahling. Say hello to Karen for me,” she said and left.
Karen came out of her office as Mrs. Liederkenstenflam left.
“Jean, did I hear that woman mention my name?”
“Yes.”
“Do I know her?”
“No.”
“Does she know me?”
“No.”
“Then how did my name get into the conversation?”
Don Flynn came out of his office, went to Jean’s desk and listened.
“She wanted a lawyer to get her doggie from her sister, and she thought you were going to cut a third of her doggie off and keep it for payment.”
“Karen, how could you threaten a client?” Don said angrily. Why would you take a third of a dog? What a thought. That’s a leg and a…yuck. That’s disgusting.”
Vera came out of her office, went to the group, and listened. “Karen, were you going to cut off a dog’s leg? How could you do that?”
“I wasn’t going to cut off a dog’s leg. Jean, would you please explain.”
“Okay,” she said, and told the story. “So she thought Karen was going to take a third of the dog for payment.”
Frank came to the desk and listened to the story. “Karen, that’s despicable. Besides, what would the firm do with part of a dog? Yuck.”
“Karen, you know there are laws protecting animals from abuse, don’t you?” Don said. “You could cut off a person’s leg and get away with it, but not a dog. A jury would hang you in a minute.”
Harry came out of his office and listened.
“My God, I never said I would cut off a dog’s leg. This is crazy,” she growled.
“What’s crazy?” Harry asked.
“Karen threatened to kill an old lady if she didn’t pay her bill,” Don said.
“I didn’t threaten to kill anybody or anything. This conversation is crazy,” Karen yelled. “You’re all crazy,” she growled and hurried to her office.
“Karen, don’t forget the staff meeting this afternoon with your father,” Jean called to Karen.
“So, what’s this meeting about?” Don asked.
“Money,” Vera said. We're sliding perilously close to red ink. Mr. Greenblatt has a plan to get us back to the black. I hope it's a good plan. Eating and paying rent have become a habit.”
At the staff meeting, Mr. Greenblatt addressed his staff. “Folks, unfortunately, the firm is operating in the red. In order to get back on our feet, I’ve decided to use a talent agency. They will hire Rock Lockwood, the soap opera actor, to be our spokesperson. Irene Young from the agency and Lockwood will be here around 2:00. Karen, I’d like you to be my eyes and ears. Let’s hope this works. I’ll keep you all informed,” he said and all returned to their offices. On the way to her office, Karen stopped at Jean’s desk.
“Jean, please call me when Lockwood arrives,” she said and left.
An hour later, the office door opened and two people entered. One was Irene Young and the other was Rock Lockwood, a handsome soap opera actor about 30 years old. He wore his overcoat over his shoulders and a wide-brimmed hat tilted to one side, and a white scarf around his neck. They went to Jean’s desk. “May I help you?”
“Yes. I'm Irene Young and this is Rock Lockwood. I'm from the King, Clayton, Bernstein, Baton, Mervin, Morgan, Fillmore, Furry talent agency. I have an appointment with Mr. Greenblatt.”
“Would you repeat those names? King, Benson, Bitten, and something furry.”
“Yes,” Irene said, speaking slowly, and Jean wrote. “I'm Irene Young from the King, Clayton, Bernstein, Baton, Mervin, Morgan, Fillmore, Furry talent agency. I have an appointment with Mr. Greenblatt.”
“Fine. Just one moment. I’ll call him,” Jean said, picked up the phone, and pressed a button. “Mr. Greenblatt, Irene Young from the King, Clayton, Bernstein, Baton, Mervin, Morgan, Fillmore, Furry talent agency is here to see you. Okay, sir, I’ll tell her,” and hung up the phone. Ms. Young, he'll be right with you. Please sit down and make yourselves comfortable.” She returned to her computer.
“Bobby came out of his office, went to the coffee pot, and held it up. Jean, the coffee pot is...” he said, saw Rock and walked like a zombie to him, pointing the coffee pot at Rock. “You’re Lock Rockwood, I mean Rock Lockwood. It’s really you. Oh, be still my heart. I’m your biggest fan,” he swooned and inched closer to Rock, who looked terrified. “I know everything about you. I know why you left Eloise at the altar. She was a tramp. And Shawna doesn’t deserve you, the tramp.” Rock hurried behind Irene as Bobby tried to get to him.
Jean picked up the phone. “Mr. Greenblatt, come quick. Bobby is loose.”
Mr. Greenblatt rushed out of his office and stepped between Bobby and Rock. “Bobby, go back to your office,” he ordered, and Bobby sulked away. “I’m terribly sorry, Ms. Young. I meant to give Bobby the day off, but I forgot.”
“Bobby, bring the coffee pot back,” Jean yelled and, looking at Rock, he brought it back and went to his office.
Rock looked stunned. “Who was that? I’ve never been married. And who are Eloise and Shawna?”
“Rock. Think. You’re married on your soap opera, and the others are characters on your soap opera,” Irene said.
“Oh, yeah,” Rock said, seeming confused.
“Let’s go into the conference room. You’ll have plenty of room to work there. My daughter, Karen, will be right in. She’ll help you anyway she can. Make yourselves comfortable,” he said, left, and told Jean to tell Karen that Lockwood was in the conference room.”
Jean phoned Karen, who hurried out of her office to the conference room. Lockwood stood. “Well, hello, there. I’m Rock Lockwood, the famous actor who is adored by millions. Would you like my autograph?”
“Uh, yes, of course, I’d love to have your autograph, Mr. Rockwood.”
“That’s Lockwood.”
“Yes, of course.”
Rock took out a gold-trimmed, leather-bound notebook from his pocket. “To?”
“I think one will be enough.”
“I mean to whom should I write my autograph?”
“Uh, how about to me?”
“I’ll need a name.”
“You have a name already.”
“I need your name if I’m going to write an autograph to you.”
“Of course. My name is Karen.”
He wrote and gave her the paper. She folded it and put it in her skirt pocket. “I’ll cherish this forever. Believe me. I’ll put it in a place in my office that’s made just for things like your autograph,” she said and went to Irene. “Ms. Young, I’m Karen Greenblatt. I’m happy to meet you,” she said and they shook hands. “My father told me to help you anyway I can.”
“Okay. Suppose we run through each commercial and you tell me if it’s what you want. Rock, read the first commercial.”
Rock held the script, slowly leaned forward and yelled. “If you have a legal…”
Karen jumped back.
“Rock, what are you doing? We want to bring people in, not scare them away,” Jean said admonishingly.
“I was just projecting.”
“Rock. You’re not doing Hamlet in front of a live audience. You’re doing a TV commercial. Now, try it again.”
Rock slowly leaned forward so that he was a few inches from Karen, and growled. “Are you a victim? Are you letting the world step all over you? Are you…”
Karen grimaced. Irene appeared to be in pain.
“Rock. This is not revenge of the werewolf. You have to sound sympathetic, like you’re talking to an old friend.”
“I see. Sympathetic. An old friend. I think I have it.” Rock leaned back in his chair, looked at Karen, smiled broadly, and grinned as he read. “Hi, there, this is your old, sympathetic friend…”
“Cut, cut, cut. Rock. Why are you grinning? This is serious and when you are discussing a serious matter you don’t have a stupid grin on your face.”
“Uh, if you’ll excuse me, there’s something I have to take care of,” Karen said, left and hurried to Mr. Greenblatt’s office. She stopped at Jean’s desk on the way.
“How’s it going, Karen?”
“This Rock Wormwood is an idiot. If he has a brain, then it’s as flat as a pancake because he’s sitting on it. If my father let’s this agency use this hack, then we’re doomed. I have to warn my father,” she said and hurried into his office. After a few minutes, he and Karen hurried to the conference room.
“Karen, why don’t you show Mr. Lockwood around while I speak with Irene.”
Karen’s first stop was Jean’s desk. “Mr. Lockwood, this is Jean, our gal Friday.”
“You look familiar, Jean. Have we met before?”
“Uh, no, we haven’t.”
“Well, then, would you like my autograph?”
“As a matter of fact, it is in my nature to avoid cluttering my life with unimportant, trivial affectations that do not serve to better the lot of mankind as a whole.”
He stared blankly at Jean for a few moments. “Oh, yes, I can relate to that. A person should be able to practice his or her religion as she or he wishes. Absolutely. So, would you like my autograph?”
“No.”
“Mr. Lockwood, if you come with me I’ll show you around the office.”
“As you can see, each attorney has his or her own office.”
“I see. So, what kind of business do you run here?”
“What kind of business do we run here?” she said smiling.
“Yeah. Just curious.”
“Rock. This is a law firm. We practice law. That’s why we have lawyers working here.”
“Uh, huh. Lawyers work here.”
“That’s right. I would say much of our business involves suits of one kind or another.”
“Suits? I just bought two new suits. One is double-breasted. It makes me look muscular. Boy, if I had known you sell suits, well, next time.”
“Mr. Lockwood, are you planning to come here to buy your suits?” Jean asked chuckling.
“Yes.”
“What size suit do you wear?”
“I wear a 42 long. Do you carry that size?”
“A 42 long law suit? That’s a popular size law suit size. I think we can work something out,” Karen said with a serious expression on her face.
“That’d be great,” he said smiling.
“Shall we continue?”
“Sure.”
“We also specialize in tax law.”
“Oh, yeah, taxes. I don’t bother with taxes. I tell my friends that by not paying taxes you get to keep all your money, but they keep paying taxes. Do you pay taxes?”
“Yes, I do.”
“I have a feeling that taxes go to poor people. Personally, I don’t believe in being poor.”
Mr. Greenblatt and Irene come out of the conference room. “Come on, Rock, “it’s time to go. Wait in the car,” she ordered and he left. Well, Mr. Greenblatt, I’m sorry we couldn’t help you,” she said, they shook hands, and she left.
“Maybe a talent agency wasn’t such a good idea after all,” he said, and he and Karen went to their offices.

First off, I just have to state that I am in so much emotional pain that I am on the verge of throwing up. I can't stop crying.
My boyfriend of nearly 3 years (1 month from that anniversary) just broke up with me yesterday morning. My boyfriend has a history of depression, it can come in waves. He is also codependent and a people pleaser. He has (seemingly) come far with people pleasing, especially in our relationship. We live together and just signed a new lease in December.
My boyfriend is an incredibly sensitive, loving, and kind person. He also is incredibly traumatized, which I have come to realize the longer we've been together. We were best friends for 2 years before we started dating. I also want to note that I have CPTSD, from growing up with a narcissistic mother.
His grandpa died a year ago from COVID. His grandpa was like a parent to him. His grandpa lived in their home and helped raise him. We moved in together literally right after this happened. He emotionally shut down for about 6 months. I 100% did not respond well, at the 6-month mark I think I pushed him too much to get out and do things that could possible help him. It was really difficult seeing him in pain and so shut down. Selfishly, it was very difficult to be in a relationship with someone that was completely gone. I definitely tried to "manage" his grief. I feel deep shame about it and we have discussed how this hurt him and how remorseful I am and how I can be better going forward. Fast forward to today, and it seems like he's doing even worse with his grief. He sits on his video games for 3-6 hours a day. He works at a bar and is up late and is not happy with his life or where he is at. He plans on doing firefighting and going to paramedic school in the fall.
The past month it was clear something was definitely not right, he avoided talk of the future. I pushed him to talk about it, and he admitted he was having doubts about things with us. He told me 3 weeks ago that he doesn't want to be alive. He sees a therapist once a month thats been helpful. He said he feels all of the childhood emotions he wasn;t allowed to feel as a kid are surfacing now and he is overwhemled. Our relationship, while not perfect, has been amazing, Loving, supportive, and vulnerable. We have shared so many deep and vulnerable things with each other.
The night before he broke up with me, he went out till 4 am (we had plans to hike the next morning) and I expressed how upset and unlike him to not even let me know he was going to go out. We both would always communicate where we were going just as a safety thing. He stated he can't do it anymore during the break up. He was crying the whole time. He feels he needs to learn how to be an adult on his own. He doesn't feel he can give me what I need. To me, I can clearly see he is NOT happy with his life. I think he feels stagnant. He has low self-esteem and feels that he just doesn't even know how to be a partner anymore.
I have brought up on multiple occasions how our relationship feels empty. I have been critical at times for sure. He has basically stopped communicating to me in terms of feelings or whats wrong. He hasn't done much to fix his depression either. I've encouraged him to try to find a hobby thats not playing video games and to work on finding a job he enjoys more. I feel so hurt that the first tangible thing he has done to fix his depression is break up with me. He constantly told me he wasn't going anywhere, and that I was the love of his life. He is adamant that there is no one else, and that he still loves me. He just feels he doesn't cut it anymore. He also admitted he feels suffocated. I think I can be a lot, which hurts to hear but I have bene trying to work on it. I have a full time job, hobbies, etc.
I am absolutely devastated. This was the man that I was going to marry. He seems really scared by commitment (he has mentioned this since day 1) but it seemed to worsen tenfold after his grandpa's death. Our relationship has morphed into something I don't recognize. He did also mention that he can see I am getting resentful of him not being a good partner, and he wants to end our relationship before we hate each other or it turns toxic. He told me he wants to learn to communicate his needs and how to be happy on his own. He doesn't feel like he can be a good partner.
I do feel one some level he is telling the truth. It is clear he is struggling, but I can't help but feel I am not good enough to fight . My CPTSD can make me selfish and feel like it's all me. I am just completely heartbroken. I told him that he will need to move out, so I can get some separation. Our friend group is completely enmeshed. He was fine with continuning to live here, which I thought was odd. I feel so hurt that he couldn't communicate this with me sooner, so I could have been given the chance to give him space rather than continue to try fixing things and pushing.
I guess I am just looking for support, insight, or anything It also felt good to write that all down, Thank you if you took the time to read this all.

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My natural hair is a dark cool brown, but i have been home dyeing it ginger for the past decade+. I want a change so I’m planning on dip dyeing my ends magenta. However I’m horrible at making decisions and I want to be certain that if I end up hating it or if I get tired of it by the time the color is faded, I can dye it back to ginger. I never bleached my hair or use any kind of heat on it so it’s pretty healthy but it grows super slow so I do not want to cut off the ends if I end up hating having magenta hair. I also want to avoid going to the salon to get it fixed if at all possible. I guess I’m looking for reassurance i can eventually dye over the faded magenta and it will look more or less ginger.
Here is a ref for my natural color, a ref for my dyed color(with routine) and my goal color

Just a heads up, this might be a longecomplicated read. I've just been lurking on this sub for a while and for the first time desperately I need its help.
As for the Backstory:
I've always had issues with being awkward and not knowing what to say to people. As I got older I realised that I might have some combination of ADHD and autism. I can imagine that most of you are sick and tired of self diagnosis, this isn't one because I had it confirmed a few months ago when I went to the psychiatrist. Why this explanation you might ask? It just makes some of my decisions easier to understand.
With that difficulty of finding friends I never kept more than one or two friends close to me. My overly honest answers and reoccurring lack of understanding sarcasm/jokes usually threw people off and I got made fun of for most of my years at school. Now I never was a good looking guy because no-one in my vicinity (parents etc.) cared about healthy food, so I was always the chubby guy at school.
Fast forward to High School, where I got a growth spurt and was suddenly much more respected among my peers. Not that the bullying stopped completely but I had a relatively normal experience, even if I wasn't attractive like most of my male peers. I hade a male best friend for the 4 years of high school, although that's where the story begins with my (now ex) female best friend.
During one of my classes where all students were mixed I met her (yes we had most of our classes with the same people except for that one class per week where all the students in the grade were randomly assigned).
Her being my type and me liking her led me to have a crush on her. Now mind you, I had issues talking to guys, now imagine it 10x harder with girls. I started talking to her from time to time because the teacher kept everyone in the same seats all year round and we happened to sit next to each other. That was 3 years of high school, always chatting with her during lessons and eventually I even got her number because it made texting at school a lot easier (we always used laptops in class). Eventually Covid-19 hit and all classes were done over zoom. On one side, that was heaven for me because I could occupy my mind with 2-3 things at once (gotta love ADHD). I'd listen to the zoom call, talk to my friend on discord and play chess at the same time. Now let's call my ex best friend Zoe so it's easier to follow.
One day I logged onto our school network to wait for my class that day (the one with Zoe) when she messaged me asking if we wanted to video call during the break (30 mins) and I was delighted. That was our little tradition for the whole 6 months that our school was in lockdown. Now me having issues with complete hyper focusing and having a crush wasn't the best combo. (For Context, hyper focus for me puts me into a zone where I can finish 3 days work in an hour but I feel mentally exhausted afterwards)
Last year of HS we were back in school and I was once again happy that she chose to sit next to me again. That is when I learned that she had a boyfriend. As you can imagine my heart was in pieces, although I'd come to find out that I comforted her during some of the worst times. Her boyfriend at the time was completely mentally abusing and wanted to control every small aspect of her life. At the time my hyper focus on her led me to have horrible grades, even if I could have perfect ones with small amounts of effort. That's where it started going downhill
Fast forward a few months and she finally gets the courage to dump her then BF. Me and her start gradually getting closer and sharing more and more about each others lives. Mind you, I didn't have a single issue talking to her after a while even though I have issues talking to my own parents to this day. This made me want to do anything for her, not because she was easy to talk to and my type, but because she was the only one that was proud of me. My parents never really said they were proud of me, except for a handful of occasions. I just "had" to get a high paying job and not "disgrace" them. (That's a whole box of trauma over a lifetime and it's important a bit later in the story). During that last year of HS I confessed my crush to her, which she rejected due to still not being over her ex. This did not impact our friendship in any way because I was just happy to tell the truth and had no reason to be weird about it.
Last few months of HS we had to decide on where to go to University, now me and Zoe having similar interests decided to go to the same one (very prestigious one at that too). My parents were happy because it promised a very high paying job at the end and I was happy with that too, but also to be with Zoe.
During the first year of uni we started becoming incredibly close. To the point where everyone just assumed we were in a relationship, even close friends of ours. What I did not expect was for her to react explosively to it whenever someone mentioned it. I will never know how she really felt but I always took it as a joke and laughed it off while she got agitated and denied it. Unfortunately I hadn't passed my first year due to miscalculating how much I had to study for the midterms and finals while she passed.
During that year we did every single thing imaginable, although 90% of it honestly was stuff you'd do in a relationship. (Imagine stuff like baking Christmas cookies, movie nights, dinners/lunches, going out drinking but only spending time with one another etc.). We even booked a trip to Greece at one point, which was a week long during the summer break. As for the other side of the coin, we argued like we had been married for countless years. There were just days where she'd be annoyed and mad at everything I said and me being me apologised a 1000 times every time. One of my old friends even said that there was no-one that believed our "just a friendship" story and I honestly didn't blame them.
Queue to the summer. I was away for 5 weeks on a family trip. We were averaging a 100 texts each daily. Still don't know how we managed to find something to talk about every time. We both started missing each other more and more and I hadn't realised by that point that my feelings were back. I just wanted to be with her or go somewhere with her because she was the person I was most comfortable with. Now I had a summer job lined up for when I returned (with the exception of going to Greece with her) and my first day of working she came to pick me up after my shift ended. I cannot explain the joy I felt seeing her and she was beaming too and ran into a hug with me.
A few weeks later we went to Greece together. Now that was considered BS by a lot of people we knew. To be fair, considering our history and that everyone was convinced we were dating I don't blame them for thinking it's BS to say we were going as friends. In my mind though it was completely logical, I just wanted to spend time with her and I didn't care in any way what people thought because I had just labeled us as best friends. That week with her was the best time I've ever had in my life. No pressure from my parents, just play-fighting in the pool with her, going on trips around the island and chilling at the beach. We even went Jetskiing at one point. She was genuinely happy too and enjoyed it just as much as I did. It also never felt awkward to sleep in the same bed and (at least for me) there was no ounce of sexual tension.
We came back and the moods shifted a lot, my parents were furious because I had "lost" a year and that put insane amounts of pressure on me. Here is where it all started to go completely wrong.
My parents knew that she was always helping me with schoolwork. I didn't need it in any way, she just helped me with motivation and forcing me to start studying earlier than I would've. That help was priceless to me because unattended I'd do the hyper focus that left me mentally exhausted for days.
My parents started to get weary of my best friend because they thought I was just obsessed with her, even though I was just trying to get a bit of freedom after living years under the insanely strict rule of my parents (had never gone out or anything close to that before uni). Now me having the same classes made everything much easier and I started spending even more time with Zoe. While I never told my parents, I went out for drinks a few times with Zoe and her friend group. Mind you, by this point I even had her as my phone background. Around this time I realised that I had genuine romantic feelings for her again. Now a few people I talked to (that know her too) noted that, especially while tipsy/drunk, we were inseparable and waaaay too close for friends. One notable example of this was during a home party we attended, where she basically sat on my lap and our faces couldn't have been more than an inch apart for most of the time, even though nothing happened.
The week everything went to shit my parents had caught me in a lie at the beginning of the week. This led to them being suspicious and questioning things. Now I hadn't noticed it (reminder, slight autism) and lied about doing a movie night with her later in the week. I instead wanted to go to a local festival with her that only happens once a year. Now it would've all worked had it not been for the suspicion. I send my parents a photo of our food we had cooked for movie knight. I accidentally sent an old picture that my parents already had. In the middle of the festival my parents called me and were furious at me lying to them because they had noticed that it was an old picture. Zoe even tried calming them for me and saying it was her idea and that I was innocent.
This was the biggest mistake I've ever made. Not even a week later my parents gave me a "simple" choice. Either I end the friendship with Zoe right away or my parents stop having any contact with me and cut off my allowance/living costs for uni. Now this sounds simpler on paper but it was accompanied with a week of never ending arguments and screaming in my face. Why you might ask? My parents were convinced that if I kept being best friends with her that I'd drop out of uni (If you fail the second try you get dropped automatically). As for the threat of no contact, my parents would've done it and I'm a 100% certain of it because I've seen it happen with relatives.
I was truly overwhelmed at this and my dads health quickly got worse because of the stress. I had to act accordingly and end the friendship with Zoe. This was completely devastating for me and even after now nearly 6 months I haven't recovered completely. My parents are happy again, mostly because the midterms went great for me. I even had hope of reconnecting but my parents made it clear that I could never be friends with her and that they'd cut me off if I was trying to talk to her. I never could explain to my parents that she was only helping me and any attempt has been and will be shut down by them, believe me I tried.
As for Zoe, she was completely devastated too. She doesn't acknowledge my existence when I walk past her at uni and I've never tried talking to her because I'm sticking to my parents wishes. She blocked me almost everywhere, even on Spotify.
Just to clarify why we never actually dated despite all of this. Looking back at it I now understand that she had way too many bad experiences with men and her trusting me this much was a miracle of it's own.
This brings us to the current situation. I get very very emotional when I see her, even if it's just for a second in a hallway. I just need some advice on how to deal with it emotionally, I rarely feel emotions like this so it's really hard to understand it.
I'm thankful for any advice and I will answer any follow up questions if needed. I truly don't know how to approach this emotionally and it causes me to lose a lot of energy thinking about it which is why im desperate for help.
I'm truly sorry for the long read, as much as it provides information it also served as my only outlet for my emotions in the last few months so I hope you understand.

Sentinel Sheild, Burning Maul, and Glacial Quake all have extremely terrible hit registration issues that are very common and often their light attacks won't kill a full health Guardian. Not even sure if that's a bug or if that's working as intended. Also GQ's heavy attack will outright just not freeze people. They'll be in the middle of the cone and just not care. All you did was put them in a forest of stasis crystals.
Hammer of Sol's attack feels, off. I don't know what to say about it other then, it makes you second guess yourself too much. I don't know what they did to it but it feels drastically different than it did before. You'll hit a target with it, and instead of dying instantly, they'll be alive for another 0.3s. Just enough time to make you wonder if you missed and draw your attention away. I've been killed by Titans who've hit me with the attack, and I watch them do a double take to make sure I'm dead and I do it alot myself too.
Ward of Dawn just feels like a large barricade at this point. Ward of Dawn's story is that of going from Hero to Zero. It is without a doubt the worst super in the game right now, which is saying alot considering Nova Warp exists.
Fist's of Havoc is just to expensive. I don't know how Bungie expects people to use Fists but it certainly isn't as a roaming super. Light attack and Heavy just costs too much to make Fists feel worth it and it always ends sooner then you'd expect. On top of that, it as well as GQ have extremely slow and telegraphed heavy attacks that will get you into alot of montage clips as the victim. So if you see a Hunter with TTV in their name, just know that they have a snipe rifle in every slot and is already uploading your death on YouTube.
Thundercrash has alot going for it as long as you takeoff and crash in less then one second. If the enemy has any time to react to you then you have a problem. Again, a titan's super worst fear is a Hunter Main with a twitch channel and those are plentiful.
Finally is Blade Fury which is hands down the best super because it hasn't been nerfed yet...key word is key. While it is hands down the worst super out of Strand it is also a melee super which means any form of CC like guts it. It's light attacks have a mind of their own and will often fling you in wayward directions and it's heavy attack, is slow, highly telegraphed and often hard to follow up on. It's not bad you can just feel how narrow it is. Best thing that can happen to you is you catch some poor soop off guard and it chains your attacks speed to unholy levels. You won't have to worry about your melee tracking into walls if you can melee 1000 times before your super ends.

The Challenge: 1/1/23 - 12/31/23
Triangle of Sadness - Watched 3/12
My Tagline: Eat the Rich, before they eat themselves...
SPOILER SPOILER SPOILER. If you have and urge to see this film based on the director, writers, actors, or Oscar buzz, go see it, do not watch a trailer or read the synopsis.
Plot Summary from Letterboxd: "Models Carl and Yaya are invited for a luxury cruise with a rogues’ gallery of super-rich passengers. At first, all appears Instagrammable, but the cruise ends catastrophically and the group find themselves marooned on a desert island."
Thoughts: I saw this the morning of the Oscars. I like to see as many as the nominations as I can before the big night and I did not know much about this one. It was a solid choice, it is extremely funny for an best picture nom, and there are some wild scenes. That being said it was a little long and there seemed to be some fat to cut. I adored the third act of the film, it's wild how different it is from the rest of the film. I feel like the first act is not necessary at all and I wish they made act 2 shorter as well. I love the open interpretation of the ending and even though most fans and critics agree this film probably did not deserve the best picture nom over some better films, I still think it is a solid watch and I would recommend, I could see many people enjoying it.
Rating: 4/5
I rank every movie I watch throughout the year, you can see the full rankings on my Letterboxd including other rankings. Sadness for this Triangle. It is in the top 10 but not top 5 of my favorite films this year.
HeyImAJoe's 2023 Top and Bottom

1. Brokeback Mountain...........96. Black Adam
2. Bullet Train............................97. The Saints of Newark
3. Monty Python Holy Grail.....98. Jexi
4. Tár..........................................99. Your Place or Mine
5. Manchurian Candidate.......100. You People

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