Hi there. I enjoy meeting new people, but most of my days I’m stuck at work and spend a lot of time alone. So I’ve decided to put myself out there and see if I can make new chat friends.
I enjoy getting outdoors, working in the soil, going hiking and going to the beach. Work has been a bit busy lately and I’ve fallen off a bit with my fitness. I’ve got to get back to running and working out.
Do you like to get outdoors? Did you watch Succession? Any idea of what to watch next? If not, what do you do for fun?
That’s not a whole lot about me, but it’s a start. I’m looking for someone to chat about pretty much anything. So if that sounds like you and any of this catches your attention, feel free to message me.

After a week of being inactive cause of family visiting, i couldn’t show him attention. It’s either i text and have my snoopy family try to read my phone, ask me 24/7 about it, and even try to sneak on my phone… or tell him i can’t talk and just not talk at all. I know but talking to someone is just bad, but i’d rather not deal with my snoopy family be assholes about me and my privacy. Even just me typing in my password or looking something up, i’m asked “who are you texting?” “what’s going on?” “what are you doing?” blah blah. If they know i’m texting someone, they will try to sneak on my phone or try manipulate their way onto it. Never again will i ever let them try.
I for three days i texted him goodmorning texts or emojis, but then had to immediately leave to spend time with family cause it was 24/7 doing stuff, “family bonding”. And the last two i didn’t message him at all, cause i was even more with my family since it was there last days.
I saw the chats and he wasn’t even against her flirting, he went along… Then yesterday she told everyone she had a crush and confessed to him (she didn’t tell us who though). Then flirted with him again later on that day.
Either that bitch is an attention whore or my crush is her crush that she confessed to.. I asked him if my flirting pressured him, if he really liked me, but he evaded the question and said it was “out of no where”. The two days i didn’t talk to him were the days it happened. Five days of lack of attention, and he has to get it from someone else? i’m not good enough?
I don’t wanna be that jealous bitch that controls him and her to separate, but i really want to. Controlling thoughts and urges. Like messaging her asking her who is her crush or to stop flirting with him. Asking him what he meant by the flirting back, why he went along, if he even loves me. I hate where my anger pushes me, i don’t wanna go further.
I can’t be in denial. I can’t control them because i can’t make him like me. He could do it again if i stayed. I wanna disappear from his life. I obviously didn’t mean anything to him if he’s doing this. He isn’t mine. If she doesn’t go then i need to. If i don’t go, i’ll do something bad.
i just want it back. I feel bad pressuring him, i wanted him to be honest. I want the baby i made blush and flustered. The one that would tell me about how he was feeling, his emotions and issues.
it feels like every part of my life is tumbling down.

Last three issues were rushed as fuck. The last two could have easily been a 4-6 issue arc on itself... so many stuff unresolved, like where the hell the grown up version of Wade went. Adams did the best he could with what he was given but what they did to his run was absolutely criminal. It's still a good run and the best since Johns in 2006 but it could have been a classic.
Except for what Mark Waid is writing, I can't bring myself to care anymore about DC. Yeah Green Lantern is good but I'm more of a Flash fan than I am a GL fan, and why should I care investing if they are going to do the same again to his GL run? It's unbelieveable how the treat one of the few really good writers they've found in recent memory.

I had a really intense cystic acne breakout 2 years ago. After the year had ended it was perfectly cleared, and I experimented with a retinol. As of 6 months ago I started breaking out so intensely at the same amount as I did 2 years ago, and I have no idea why. The only thing that changed in my routine however, was the retinol. I was skin cycling so it wasn't like I was overdoing it.. And ever since then I've been more conscious about what I used. Even though my routine cleared my PIH and acne. Maybe it's hormonal? Maybe it's gut related? I only eat healthy food.. I can't afford a derm so don't suggest that either. I just wanna hear from someone if I should try it again or not.

“Hey Raz, I got one!” Raz’s voice was cut by static as he called back, “Great! …at quarry …die.” Well, that wasn’t ominous at all, I thought to myself as I adjusted the rear-view mirror to check on the operator I had just blown past. They were doubled over coughing, their gas mask swayed side to side on the ground next to their feet. I don’t know what compelled me to not flatten what I had thought to be an AQ soldier, but I’m glad I didn’t.
I slammed my hummer in reverse, coming to a stop next to the helpless operator. “Hop in bud, we can get you to final exfill yet.” He slowly hauled himself into the bed of my hummer, landing with a dull thud and a groan as he fell onto his back. We cleared the gas, and I was immediately put on edge as my passenger started to gain consciousness. If he was planning anything nefarious, there wasn’t much I could do about it now. “You good back there? Normally I’d stop to send an invite but given the situation that might have just caused more problems.” He leaned through the non-existent rear window, “Nah, I understand man. When we get further from the gas we can stop and squad up. Don’t need to risk lighting each other up if things get hot at the exfill.” I couldn’t help but chuckle, “I don’t think that would be much of an issue regardless. Hey, we didn’t leave any of your friends back there, did we? I know we peeled out pretty quick.” I saw him shake his head and point to our left in the rear-view mirror. “We got split up, but they were running for a car, so I wasn’t too worried.” I followed his finger, a white hatchback cruised along parallel to us, swerving through buildings trying not to eat too many AQ bullets. “Hey boys, Dutch here is gonna roll with us to final. We’ll squad up when we get there.” I was barely able to make out one of his squad mates call out “Tight!” over his earpiece.
“Hey, listen, I’ve got friend I’m rolling with. His name’s Raz, he’s gonna meet us at final. If you see a red, white, and blue LTV, don’t shoot alright.” Raz chimed in, his radio finally clear of the static, “That’s very kind of you to tell them not to shoot me Dutch.” Before I could respond, a black turreted LTV slid out of Said City ahead of us. “Is that your boy Dutch?” I wanted to give my passenger the benefit of the doubt, it is windy in the box after all, he might not have heard me. “Nah man, wrong colour, and he didn’t have a turreted LTV last I saw.” The black LTV continued North along the main road as we cut away into the quarry proper. “Raz, company is headed your way. Looks like it’s just a solo in that truck but you can never be too careful.” “Thanks for the heads up Dutch.”
I rolled to a stop at the base of the helicopter ramp, gently flattening a couple of AQ who were getting a little to close to the bird for comfort, just shy of the battery running dry. The other two operators in the hatchback slid to a stop just down the hill from us. I got out of the hummer, a tad worried that my good fortune was about to come to an end at the hands of these fellas. As they ran up the hill, the notification finally popped. I accepted and ran down the hill to grab the hatchback, breathing a sigh of relief. “Wait, where you goin’ Dutch?” One of my clients called out. “Raz and I will run interference while we wait for the chopper to take off. Any AQ or unfriendly operators are gonna have to go through us.” “You keep talking about this Raz guy, but I’ve yet to see anyone other than that black LTV.” Almost on queue, a black LTV flew up the hill narrowly missing my hatchback. My clients went into a frenzy. “Operators pushing us! Take ‘em down!” The LTV spun in the sand in front of me, a glorious and perfectly oiled moustache glinting in the Al Mazrah sun. “Hold your fire! It’s Raz!” I called from below my clients. I sent an invite to him which he had hopped out and accepted faster than any of these guys could pull the trigger. “You see the operator that was in that earlier?” Raz shook his head, “No, I pulled up on it and they were gone. Must be out on foot somewhere.”
With 5 seconds left on the clock, there wasn’t enough time to go find them, our clients now panicking as they realized we weren’t on the bird. “What are you two doing?!” They shouted from the air as we waved goodbye. “Al Mazrah is our home gentlemen. That bird was never meant for us.” I gave Raz a pat on the shoulder as the gas rapidly approached, another successful day had come to a close.
The clack of a Kastov charging handle was almost unmistakable. We both turned to see the operator from the LTV standing there, rifle honed on us. “Well shit.” Their rifle dropped towards the dirt as they looked back over their shoulder at the nearly out of sight exfill chopper. They pushed through us, wandering towards the North side of the quarry. Raz and I locked eyes, shrugging in unison. That was one of those moments where we really wouldn’t have blamed them for their decision, whatever it might have been. “We better get back to HQ, Compton said I.T dropped off something for you.” Raz said as the gas engulfed us.
“I’m going back to the island boss.” My hands were shaking as I gripped the file folder that I.T had left for me. “Twitch.” “He’s back, it took him a bit, but he’s managed to re-take the castle and hunker down since we last saw him. And if he’s back then we might finally be able to get some proper intel on those blue tracers, direct from the source.” I handed the folder to Raz. He took it, turning to no doubt address the rest of the crew. I grabbed his shoulder, stopping him before he could speak. “Not everybody, not this time. They’ve doubled the defences; we’d be walking into a slaughterhouse.” “Well, you can’t go in there alone, we look out for our own Dutch, you know that.” Raz’s brow tightened, I could tell he was already trying to figure out what my plan was. “I’m bringing Maze and Alex. They’ll provide sniper cover while I infiltrate the castle. I still have my old uniform. As long as they haven’t drastically changed up their callsigns, I should be able to get in undetected.” I could tell Raz wasn’t convinced. “Dutch, like you said, you’d be walking into a slaughterhouse. How does you going in solo make that any better.” “After what happened in the complex…I’m not putting anyone else at risk, I can’t. The Bomb Maker…Twitch, I’ve gotta face him myself. Look him in the eyes so he knows I crawled out of Hell to drag him back down there.” “Alright, I couldn’t really stop you if I wanted to, could I?” Raz shrugged. “No, not unless you shot me, and honestly, I’d take those odds.” I punched his shoulder and started heading for the breakroom to grab Maze and Alex. “You keep that up I’ll be moving you back out to that sea can of yours.” Raz smirked.
The locks took a bit of fighting to get open. While this footlocker had only been on Ashika Island for a few months, the constant spray of salt water had worn away what little integrity it once had. The black uniform, emblazoned with the Rook and Spade of Shadow Company, was still in excellent condition, save for a bullet hole just under where the plate carrier would sit. I paused for a moment, holding it up in the air, memories of the past flooding in. “Not a lot of fond memories in that uniform I take it.” Maze called out from the catwalk in our home away from home. “I think part of the problem is that there are good memories. It’s a little concerning that such fond memories can hide out amongst so much evil.” “We’ve all done things we aren’t proud of. Some of us just did things other people also wouldn’t be proud of either.” Alex chuckled to himself as he cleaned his rifle on the cot next to me. I grimaced, mostly because he was right. I slipped into the old black fatigues and strapped on my old plate carrier. My weapons were all still intact too, I pulled my Taq-56 out of the footlocker, running my fingers over the engraving in the side, ROOK-XLIV. I cycled the charging handle a few times before loading in a fresh magazine and setting it on the cot next to me. I pulled out a pistol belt, two pearl handled revolvers, one with an ebony Rook on the grip, the other, an ebony Spade. Umbra Catavae engraved along each barrel. Maze had come down from the rafters now, a look of mixed intrigue and concern on her face, “I take it those don’t invoke fond memories.” I had done a poor job of hiding my look of disgust. “No, unfortunately they do.” I felt a wave of guilt wash over me. “Each of these was given to me for completing outstanding performance in the field. I did things I’m not proud of, and I was rewarded for it, handsomely. Holding these in my hands, I feel the same pride I had felt when they were first handed to me. It makes me sick.” I strapped the belt around my waist. The pearl handles shining against my all black silhouette. Alex piped up again, “Hey, at least you are trying to make amends for your sins, not many can say the same.” I let out a long sigh, “I suppose you’re right. You both remember the plan?” “Get to the radio towers and start lighting the place up when shit inevitably hits the fan.” Maze grinned. “Close enough.” I pulled my balaclava up and headed for the door.
The guard at the gate didn’t immediately shoot me which gave me some spark of hope that this might work. “In position!” Alex and Maze called out almost simultaneously. “Jinx, you owe me a beer!” Maze rejoiced. “What? Why would I give you a beer for that?” Alex sounded genuinely confused. “Hey, cut the chatter you two, don’t need to give them any reason to not let me in alright.” The guard held up his hand. “I don’t recognize you, let’s see your I.D.” I held up my old I.D card. “Well I’ll be damned, look who crawled out if his grave.” He pulled my mask down to confirm. “You look pretty good for a corpse, though your I.D card is out of regulation. You might want to stop by the I.T guy to get a new one made.” “Thanks, I’ll head right over.” The first thought that came to my mind was Bob. There’s no way he still worked for these assholes, is there.
“You used your old I.D?! You mad man!” Maze cackled over the radio. “Ok, I’ll admit, this wasn’t my greatest plan. I honestly thought they’d just capture me after seeing who I was.” Alex cut me off, “Go with the flow I suppose.” “Spade-499 up one-two.” The local radio channel began to drown out my squad’s comms. “Rook-3468 down one-one” “This is some odd radio traffic Dutch.” Alex quipped. I watched as a Shadow Company mercenary approached a stairwell, each step primed and ready to pop a leg off whichever unfortunate soul chose to ascend. “Spade-5454 up one-two.” “It’s how they know to deactivate the traps.” I whispered into our secure line. I approached the same stairwell. “Rook-44 up one-two.” I could hear the traps audibly click off. The guard at the to put his hand out as I reached the top step. “Sorry, no ghosts allowed on the second floor.” “Ghost? What…” He bent over laughing. “I’m just messing with you man. They said you died holding off the ULF while Bob and Twitch escaped, going out in a blaze of glory. Clearly, they didn’t have their facts straight. Glad to have you back.” I’m glad I had the balaclava on because I was struggling to hide my confusion. Last I checked I was the scape goat for the largest backstab in Shadow Company history, not a hero. I was never a hero when I worked for them. “I take it you are going to see the boss, call up two-zero, we don’t want people to be just guess on the fly, just in case someone tries to sneak in.” If only he knew.
“We don’t have eyes up there Dutch. Whatever happens, you’re on your own.” I could hear a tinge of worry in Alex’s voice. “Just make sure whoever is in here doesn’t get reinforcements.” “You got it!” Alex and Maze both called out in unison. “Jinx, you owe me another beer.” “There’s free beer at headquarters, why would I owe you a beer for that.” Alex called back clearly still confused. “Radio silence please. I’ve got a rat to kill.” I took a deep breath, pulling my Bryson from its sheath, the chrome exterior brushed over with a dull grey to blend in. “Rook-44 up two-zero.”
“Well, well, well. I was wondering when I’d see you again after our last encounter. Urzikstan and Al Mazrah clearly hadn’t kicked your ass enough so you decided to come crawling back to me for another round.” The traps clicked off. “Come on up, I’ve been looking forward to this.” I slowly ascended, keeping my Bryson trained at the top of the stairs, my eyes scanning each stair for an actual trap. As I crested the stairwell, my eyes were immediately drawn to him. His back turned to me, Trophy Systems whirring and clicking around him. “I missed you Dutch. Well, the old you. The one that would shoot through a hostage just to prove a point, the one that would dangle captives from buildings by their collar until they squawked like a bird, and then still dropped them anyways. I miss the Dutch that smoked Keller because his gas mask worked and yours didn’t when we those crazy Russian’s tried to hit us with mustard gas. I still get a little nauseous when I think about you peeling his face out of there.” “I’ve changed Twitch, I’ve moved past all that. I found a calling that doesn’t require me to be a conniving bastard.” Twitch laughed as he turned around, his hands empty. I kept my Bryson trained on him. “That’s what you think I am huh? I prefer shrewd businessman, but if that’s what helps you sleep at night.” He walked to one of the barred windows. “You really think what you and those taxi driving hooligans are doing matters?” “Clearly it does, or you and the Chemist wouldn’t be working so hard to sabotage us.” I took a few steps towards him. “Well, I suppose it matters to one of us. The Chemist and Raz go way back, but you know that. What I care about is the money, and I get a lot of money for helping that crazy bastard try to wipe out your little band of Merry Men.” “And Women. This guy just loves the sound of his own voice. Can I remove his head already? He’s looking right at me, practically begging me to pull the trigger.” I could hear the contempt in Maze’s voice. Twitch always did love a monologue. “You can still fix your mistakes Twitch. Gives us what info you have on those tracers of yours and I might consider not killing you.” I snarled. “When you went soft Dutch, you lost any respect I might have had for you. We are long past the point where you can intimidate me. Besides, any info I did have, is with the Chemist. He paid a handsome sum to get the formula, and really, it was becoming a logistical nightmare to ship enough of those little blue gems across the sea. Better for everyone to have it made close to the front lines.”
“Spade-101 up two-zero.” Bob’s voice cut through the tension. “Well I’ll be, it looks like we are gonna have a little family reunion.” Bob’s head poked up the stairs, “Hey boss, another server bank has shorted out from the sea air, I told you we should invest in better waterproofing the housings but if you still…” He trailed off as I dropped my Bryson, the sling catching it just before it hit the ground, and drawing my two revolvers. “Oh, hey Dutch. Nice to see you too.” Bob stammered. I cocked the hammer on each one, keeping one trained on each of my old squad mates. “Really Bob? Really! I understand you sticking around the day of the heist. But now? After everything that Shadow Company has done to these countries. To its own people.” Before he could respond, a siren blared over the intercom system. “Defensive positions! Hostile operators have breached the perimeter.” “Dutch you’ve got six operators approaching the castle, I think it’s time to bounce.” Maze was drowned out by her own gun fire, her Signal .50 raining death into the courtyard. “Looks like our time is up here Dutch. Since you clearly don’t have los cojones to pull the trigger, you might as well see yourself out, and let me and my men handle this.”
“Fuck it.” The hammer of the first revolver slammed down, dropping Bob instantly. I turned to face Twitch, his face a mix of surprise and pride. “Maybe I was wrong, the old Dutch still lives.” I charged forward, tackling him through the window and off the roof. Both of us lay on the ground, groaning as the chorus of gunfire roared around us. He dove for one of my pistols, but unfortunately for him, I had managed to hold on to the other, putting a round through his arm just before he could grab the gun. He rolled out of the way of the second round, bringing his one working hand up to the radio on his chest. The explosion from the castle threw both of us across the courtyard, debris raining down around us. I felt like I was reliving one of the worst days of my life all over again. I hauled myself to my feet, Shadow Company mercenaries and operators wandered aimlessly through the ashes. Everyone seemed too disoriented to fight. “I think it’s time to leave Dutch.” “I second that.” Maze and Alex were barely audible over the ringing in my ears. “Regroup at the boat. If I’m not there in 5, go without me.” I never heard a response, even if they tried, they wouldn’t have convinced me to leave, not with him still breathing.
I combed through the smoke and fire, carefully checking every nook and cranny I came across but the slippery rat was nowhere to be seen. “Looks like you 3 aren’t thick as thieves after all, eh Dutch. Poor Alex here was left all alone on the beach, no boat to be seen.” Twitch was sucking in air between words, no doubt kept standing by adrenaline. “You lay a finger on him, and I’ll make you wish you had died in that explosion.” I spat into my mic. “Don’t make me wait too long.”
I limped over a hill towards the beach where we were supposed to regroup. “Alex! Where’s Maze?” I called out as I stumbled down the sand bank. Alex didn’t respond, his head held in a tight headlock by Twitch, my second pistol against his temple. “She abandoned you both, and now I get the pleasure of killing you both after yet another betrayal. When will you learn Dutch. This world is a cruel place. Only the strong survive, clearly Maze knew that.” Twitch cut me off before I could retort. “Save the fight me with honour B.S that I know you are gonna spew.” I’m gonna kill you and your buddy and salvage what little I can of this operation. Then maybe retire to Cuba. I do love a good cigar.” “Adios, pendejo!” Alex brought his arm down, the knife concealed in his hand connecting with Twitch’s thigh. Twitch let out a high-pitched yelp, letting loose a round from the revolver which narrowly grazed Alex’s hair. Alex dove into the sand right as Twitch’s shoulder exploded in a pink mist followed shortly by the unmistakable crack of Maze’s Signal .50. I squinted trying to see where the shot came from, all I caught was the glint from her scope in the sun, the boat hardly visible in the rolling surf.
I limped forward, Bryson in hand, chrome starting to show through the worn grey paint. I kicked the revolver away from Twitch, placing a boot on his chest and the barrel of my Bryson against his forehead. He began to mumble and cry, hardly able to string together an understandable sentence. “Save it, you’re gonna need your energy for what comes next.” Our boat slammed into the shore, Maze hopping off, rifle raised and ready. “Oh shit I actually hit that!” “I’m not gonna lie, I thought you’d actually just bailed.” I laughed as she helped Alex to his feet. “You still go those claymores?” I asked Maze as Twitch continued to writhe in panic under my boot. “You wanted the old Dutch, eh Twitch. Ask and you shall receive.” Maze handed me the claymores, while Alex kept sidearm pointed at Twitch. I planted 4 around him, just far enough away that they wouldn’t go off unless he moved. I drew one of my revolvers, popping the cylinder out and emptying all but one round. I gave the cylinder a spin before flicking it closed. I tossed the revolver at Twitch. “Don’t waste that on me. You’ll only regret it in about an hour.” I took my other revolver, and hurled it towards the sea, the pearl grip glinting in the sun as it spun through the air, disappearing into the crashing waves. “Good riddance.” I sighed, that chapter of my life finally ended. Twitch was silent, his whimpering now just deep, laboured breathing. I turned back before I stepped onto the boat, watching as his hand slowly moved to the pistol in the sand next to him. “Well played Dutch, well played.”

Hi there
I love to use AI denoise of Lightroom and the automatic editing applied when stitching in Lightroom. After that I usually switch to Photoshop (Beta) and use Generative Fill to enhance the sky a bit before finally importing into 3DVista VT Pro.
What I haven't figured out yet is the best way to integrate a workflow that alouds me to set the position of the likely unavoidable seem. I'd like to be able to set it for each pano at the point the viewer is likely less interested in to avoid things here where Lightroom decided to place the seem at the most beautiful part of the pano: https://imgur.com/2be8bf54-353d-4db0-bf98-d393094353d8
Any ideas? Grateful for every input, tip or even guess!

I am trying to select a stainless over the range microwave with convection and dual vent option (interior or exterior), min 1000 watts and 400 CFM.
Can you tell me what over the range microwave you have? The reviews across the board are pretty scary. Would like to hear from someone who actually likes their microwave and finds it has been reliable.
Also I wanted an air fryer option but the choices look kind of bleek. The ones I am finding look too gigantic, I don't want the microwave in my face when I cook.
I had ordered an LG model w a handle (the fridge is LG) but put it on hold after I saw the air fry reviews. Apparently it's like not having a microwave at all.
I have very limited counter space. I dont have room for a countertop air fryeoven thingy.
Thanks!

Don't Let Reddit Kill 3rd Party Apps!

What's going on?

A recent Reddit policy change threatens to kill many beloved third-party mobile apps, making a great many quality-of-life features not seen in the official mobile app permanently inaccessible to users.
On May 31, 2023, Reddit announced they were raising the price to make calls to their API from being free to a level that will kill every third party app on Reddit, from Apollo to Reddit is Fun to Narwhal to BaconReader.
Even if you're not a mobile user and don't use any of those apps, this is a step toward killing other ways of customizing Reddit, such as Reddit Enhancement Suite or the use of the old.reddit.com desktop interface .
This isn't only a problem on the user level: many subreddit moderators depend on tools only available outside the official app to keep their communities on-topic and spam-free.

Reddit to the Visually Impaired: "You no longer have a voice on this site."

On Android, the official Reddit mobile app is reasonably usable with the Android screen reader, but the experience on iOS is a completely different story. There are missing elements, broken navigation, nonsensical labels, and more problems that plague those who just want to interact with the site. If you decide to become a moderator the problems are compounded even more.
Third party apps, like Dystopia for Reddit and Apollo, have addressed this niche left so underserved for so many years because Reddit won't. It took literal years of tickets and complaints to get New Reddit to be accessible, and now the door has been shut in our collective faces. As things currently stand, this change doesn't just take away our clients; it takes away our voice.

What can you do?

1. Complain. Message the mods of /reddit.com, who are the admins of the site: message reddit: submit a support request: comment in relevant threads on /reddit, such as this one, leave a negative review on their official iOS or Android app- and sign your username in support to this post.
   
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My baby is nearly 9 weeks old and did a green poo around 2 weeks ago. We then saw the normal yellow/brownish poos most of the time with the odd green thrown in, however for the past few days most if not all of her poos have been different variations of green. I have almost forgotten what the normal colour looks like now, sometimes the poo is browny greeny but I don’t know if that qualifies as green or brown.
The doctor said it could be that I’m swapping breasts too soon and she’s not getting the creamier hind milk, so I tried not to do that but the poos are still green. Im thinking about cutting out dairy to see if that’s the issue, has anyone tried this? If so, how long for? Did it make a difference and did your baby continue to be dairy intolerant or did they grow out of it?

My boyfriend mentioned about a girl he dated before. And this is how the conversation went:
BF: mentions girl he dated before
Me: how long ago was this?
BF: 5 years ago. Nice girl, just didn’t work out.
Me: Did it last?
BF: For a few dates nothing more.
I still don’t know why he mentioned she’s a nice girl even without me asking.
I’m totally lost 🤷🏻‍♀️
PS. I’m bilingual so I don’t know what “nice” is in “slang”

I think I’m someone who prefers not to be directly placed in the shoes of the character. It feels unnatural and forced. I prefer to read third person lead books because- this is going to sound contradictory, but I find it so much more easier to place myself in the characters shoes.
I guess what I’m trying to say is that I prefer to be given the option to put myself in the shoes of the character rather than be forced to by the author.
I hope this makes sense?

I (25M) have been dating my girlfriend (24F) for about two months and we have had an amazing relationship so far. She is my first relationship in seven years and as such, is my first relationship in my adult life. She and I connect on just about every level and we have had strong communication which has been extremely healthy and everything has been progressing naturally. We are both truly committed to each other and we both want to make our relationship last long-term.
Last night, we had our first “fight” about the fact that she still has constant contact with her ex boyfriend (they text each other every day, he calls her often, and he has shown up to her house unexpectedly on occasion) whom she has know for nine years. She asked him to give her space and not text hecall her constantly or show up unexpectedly, but he has not abided by this. She has been very open with me about the fact that she still talks to him (they also still hang out together) and I have communicated with her that their friendship makes me uncomfortable. I’ve also told her that while I acknowledge that she is her own person and I don’t want to tell her who to be friends with and who not to be friends with, I do not approve of the level of contact that they have.
She told me that she understands why I feel the way that I do and she has also asked her friends and coworkers how they would feel if the person they were dating still had contact with their ex to the degree that she is in contact with her’s (she also didn’t mention to them that it is her who has been in contact with her ex) and from what she told me, nearly everyone sees that as a red flag and would not be okay with it. She herself has also told me that if it were the reverse situation, she would not be okay with me being in contact with my ex. She has also told me that she would do anything to ensure that our relationship is not compromised and has said “I would drop him in a second if you asked me to”.
However, last night when we were arguing about this situation, I told her directly that I don’t want her to be friends with her ex anymore and I feel that she needs to cut off their friendship. It was then that she told me how difficult it is for her because they have so much history and he has threatened to kill himself if she ever stops talking to him. She also said that he has no other friends and that he has been through so many awful things especially in the last year.
I empathize with her and understand how difficult it is to end a friendship after so long especially with the emotional connection that they have. But, I also told her that regardless of that, I will never be okay with them being friends. I feel that he still has feelings for her (they have had an on again off again relationship for the last nine years before she and I met) and he has made comments to her about me that imply that he is annoyed or that he dislikes the fact that she is dating me. I asked her if she still tells him that she loves him, and she said that, yes she does, but only as a friend (in the same way she tells her roommate that she loves them and in the same way she tells her other friends that she loves them) and I told her that if he still has feelings for her (which I believe he does) that telling him that she loves him is giving him hope that one day they will get back together. She got upset at me for implying that she and him still have a sort of relationship considering they have been on again off again for nine years and they still tell each other that they love each other, and I’m trying to be understanding of that. She reiterated numerous times how difficult it is to end their friendship and I’ve been trying to empathize with her. She says that she logically knows that she needs to end her friendship with her ex for the sake of our relationship, but it is not easy and she doesn’t know when or how she will be able to do it.
I feel like I have been supportive in all of this and have communicated clearly my feelings and have told her what I need to make our relationship healthy (her ending her friendship with her ex). I feel like I have said everything I can say up to and including explicitly telling her to end her friendship with him, but I don’t know how deeply that resonates with her.
I want this relationship to work and I feel she does too, but as long as she and her ex are still friends, I don’t think we can build a healthy relationship.
Advice?

Hi friends, I hope all you future docs are hanging in there during dedicated. Testing for COMLEX 6/6 and STEP 6/12, and wanted to see if I’m good to go for step. my scores:
NBME 28 53% (40%EPC) 1.5mo out NBME 29 62% (87% EPC) 3weeks out Old Free 120 82% today
I know they are different tests, but I’ve also had 3 COMSAEs 498, 513, 523.
Am I looking good to test for step? I know I haven’t taken many NBMEs bc my school gave us free COMSAEs and I’m poor lol. I plan on taking one more NBME between the two exams and the new free 120.
Let me know what you guys think and good luck to everyone!!

My mom died 5 years ago and my dad isn’t really present for my life. Don’t really have any involved family either. I’ve got a good relationship with my girlfriend, but sometimes I feel incorrectly placed in her priorities and feel very alone/left out. After I graduated, I didn’t really have any friends left. Met my brother and sister+their kids for the first time 2 years ago and they’re halfway across the country where I was born. I don’t feel like I belong in this state anymore. I’m so sick of begging for people to come and stay but I’m more sick of feeling so alone in this world. I feel like a fucking hotel. I’ve lost everything and I put a smile for the rest of the world. Even “lonely” people at least have some outlet or someone to talk to, but I’ve got nothing left here. I doubt there’s even any response to this, just figured it’s my only option. Only thing holding me back from just running so far away from this place is my girlfriend that I feel more and more pushed away from each day. Idk what it’s been this year, but the only one I held close is slipping away with the rest. I’ve fought a lot of urges to sink into alcoholism or pills for awhile, and I’m trying to put my faith into religious exploration to feel like I can hold onto something in dark times. Those movies where someone changes their name, fakes their death, etc seem so appealing cause then I’d finally be heard. I wish it was a bit more realistic so I could just start over entirely.

Jennika

"Master Splinter sees through my flaws to what's inside. It's all that matters to him. So if I had killed you that day, it wouldn't have been for the clan. It would've been for my family"

Jennika was a vagabond in New York City who went to prison as an accessory to murder after her boyfriend killed a man in a botched robbery. In prison, she befriended a fellow prisoner who was a member of the secretive Foot Clan. After her friend was killed during their prison escape, Jennika sought out the Foot Clan and joined them. She rose to the elite rank of Foot Assassin and served under Oroku Saki, aka the Shredder, until the clan was taken over by Hamato Yoshi, aka Master Splinter. Believing Splinter to be too soft of a leader, Jennika betrayed him and attempted a coup, only to find herself swiftly defeated. Splinter, recognizing her passion and loyalty for the Foot, demoted Jennika but placed her under the tutelage of his eldest son, Leonardo. Jennika became an ally of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles during their time with the Foot, and even began a romance with their friend Casey Jones. However, a confrontation with Oroku Karai left Jennika on the brink of death. In order to save her life, Leonardo gave her a blood transfusion, which mutated her into a mutant turtle. Now a turtle herself, she joins the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles as their sister, fighting the multitude of enemies that threaten the peace of their family and New York.
Source Key:
IDW's Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles (2011) Issue # = T#
Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles Universe (2016) Issue # = U#
Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles: Jennika (2020) Issue # = J#
Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles: Jennika II (2020) Issue # = K#
Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles: The Armageddon Game (2022) Issue # = G#

Physicals

Strength

Tekko Kagi

• Cuts apart Mousers^T107
• Damages part of Ch'rell's Triceraton exosuit^T137
• Stabs into concrete^T108
• Slices Bebop & Rocksteady^J3
• Slices a bo staff in half^T135
• [Human] Decapitates multiple men with one swipe^U9
• [Human] Stabs through Darius Dun^T64
• Stabs an Utrom^T136
• Cuts a net^T104
  • Again^K5
• Cuts through mutant eel's slime^T108

Katana

• [Human] Cuts a chain in half^T81
• [Human] Cuts down a Foot ninja^T59

Striking

• Kicks a walrus mutant through a wall^T134
• Punches Zodi through a set of doors^K3
• Kicks over an Utrom walker^G6
• KOs a Foot ninja^T100
• KOs an EPF soldier^T138
• [Human] Kicks over a table^T83

Lifting/Throwing

• Slams a mutant through a door^T134
• Throws a man across a room hard enough to smash a desk^K4
• Swings a mutant into another with one arm^T135

Other

• Pulls over a giant mutant with her kusari-fundo^K2
• Tackles a large mutant off of the roof of a building^K1
• Breaks a staff over her knee^T126

Durability

Blunt

• Thrown over a building by Tokka^T114 and crashes through the roof of a music club^T115
• Takes hits from a super-mutant that sent a car flying down the street and crumples the front of a bus^K1
• Hit by Ch'rell's Triceraton exosuit^T137
  • Ch'rell threw Metalhead into a wall hard enough to heavily fracture it^G5
• Tussles with Raphael^T114
• Hit by a Punk Frog with a piece of a vent^T126
• Takes hits from mutant mobsters that can damage the street with a punch^K5
• Hit by a large mutant eel's tail^T108
• [Human] Hit in the head with a tea kettle by Splinter^T52
• Blocks a baseball bat swing from a Purple Dragon with her arms^J1

Other

• Hit by a blast from an Utrom exosuit^T137
  • Another Utrom exosuit blasted Donatello hard enough to launch him into a concrete wall and crater it^T135
• Survives a blast of electricity from Agent Bishop, which killed Hun^T100
• A bullet bounces off her shell^J2
• Bounces against the wall while hanging on from a train^K3

Speed/Agility

Reaction/Dodging

• Acrobatically dodges gunfire^J2
• Dodges more gunfire^K3
• Dodges pistol shots at close range^K4
• Dodges a blast from an Utrom walker and machine gun fire^G6
• Dodges blasts from Utrom exosuits^T136
• Dodges a Foot Assassin's strike^T97
• Jumps over an attack from a Foot ninja^J3
• Dodges a super-mutant's attacks^K2
• Dodges a mutant's knife strike^T135
• Dodges more mutants^K2
• Leapfrogs a charging mutant^J1

Movement/Agility

• Catches up to a super-mutant with a head start^K1
• Uses her kusari-fundo to grab Zodi's tail just before she can strike a mutant^K3
• Traverses rooftops^T113
• Leaps on top of an incoming bus^J1
• Swings across a large room on a curtain^J3
• Leaps a fair distance out of a window^J3

Skill/Misc

Accuracy

• Throws a shuriken to knock Old Hob's gun out of his hand^T122
• Throws a shuriken to knock a sword out of a mutant's hand^T135
• Throws a trash can lid to hit a gunman^J2
• [Human] Shoots a gunman's hand with an arrow^T81

Combat

• Fights a group of mutant mobsters before being taken out by a sneak attack^K5
  • Takes down two of the mutants with a manacle and chain^K6
• Manhandles two mutants^T101
  • Again^J1
• Beats up a room of mobsters^K5
• [Human] Counters Leonardo during sparring^T61

Stealth

• Disappears from the Punk Frogs while being chased^T126
• Sneaks into the Punk Frogs' hideout^T129
• Sneaks into a heavily guarded house^K4
  • Sneaks in again after they beef up security^K5

Kusari-Fundo

• Wraps around a super-mutant and pulls him down from a wall^K1
• Wraps around a super-mutant's feet to trip him^K1
• Grabs Zodi's tail mid-strike^K3
  • Grabs Zodi's tail as she hops on a train^K3
• Pulls over a giant mutant such that it cuts a fire hydrant^K2
• Grabs onto a stoplight and swings to save a woman from a car wreck^K3

General

• [Human] Can hotwire cars^T91
• Sets up traps in the Splinter Clan Dojo with the other turtles^T111
• Plays guitar in a metal band^T117

GeaMagic

Gear

• Tekko kagi and a katana^T98
• Bow and arrows^T99
• Kusari-fundo^K1
• Shuriken^T122
• Climbing claws^T135
• Smoke bombs^K5

Kuji-Kiri

Oroku Saki teaches the turtles how to use the art of Kuji-Kiri, which allows the user to draw on the mystic forces of the universe

• Performs the seventh cut, Zai, to create an illusion^T132
• Uses Zai to make images of the Rat King's team and calm a crowd of fighting mutants and EPF soldiers^T138
• Performs Tǒng, the tenth cut, with the other turtles^T139

Respect Threads for scaling:

• Bebop & Rocksteady
• Raphael
• Leonardo

In Man and his Symbols on the topic of the four stages of the development of the Anima, it reads:
“In the psychic development of modern man this stage is rarely reached. The Mona Lisa comes nearest to such a wisdom anima.”
Whats the explanation for this? How does the Mona Lisa relate to the Anima in this way?

I’m going with my girlfriend to her first big appointment for the baby tomorrow. Problem is: we’re going to the hospital that my mom worked at for 20 years, and I didn’t know this until yesterday. We have not told my parents, and I’m worried that her many many former co workers will spill the beans as to me being there with my girlfriend. Then it becomes pretty obvious what were there for. Would it be a violation of my privacy or rights in any way? Should I worry?

Of all of the movies to use a dg/sbe song, this one lol. It's a movie about the reality of the porn industry in Los Angeles, and at the 51 minute mark there's a scene where the protagonist, a girl from Sweden, is driving her car, and on the car radio "Pikachu" is playing. Considering the theme of the movie, it caught me completely off guard lol. What are some other movies whose soundtrack contains dg/sbe?