I've been growing out my hair for a while, it's nearly shoulder length in some places. I'm a guy, I have black straight hair cause of my asian genes and have been wanting to get a trim or maybe even a new hair style like a wolfcut. Can anyone recommend a place that would best be able to give me a haircut?

Quinn tapped his impatient thumbs against the steering wheel, muttering under his breath as he stared at the red light. “Call him again,” he ordered, glaring at the light intently. It was as though he believed he could manifest a faster light change, that his willpower could overwhelm the traffic control system. The whole thing’s run by computers, Milo thought as he tried to call Allen again. Unless you can glare in ones and zeroes, staring won’t be doing you any good.
“Straight to voicemail again,” he reported, pocketing his phone. “Might be a good idea to circle back.”
“No!” Quinn snapped, gripping the steering wheel tightly. “She’s here now. We need to find out where she’s going or we’re squandering an opportunity.”
“Fair enough,” Milo relented. Arguing wouldn’t do him any good; from his experience with the man, Quinn hated being questioned above all else. It was like walking on eggshells with him.
Allen had texted that the target was on 12th Avenue before going silent. She was on foot, and they hadn’t seen any busses on the way down the road. They were nearing the southern border of the Pearl District, and had no idea where she was heading from there.
It’s not a hunt, Milo considered. She didn’t sound very dressed up according to Lee’s description, and it doesn’t fit the kill pattern. What is it, then? Does she have other obligations? Does she know she’s being hunted? Is this a trap? These and countless other considerations and theories swirled in his head, but one thought kept surfacing before all others, one idea that wouldn’t stop nagging at him.
“She’s not in a disguise right now,” he muttered, looking down the street. “When she hunts, she’s dolled up, but she’s clearly not trying to be noticed, or possibly trying specifically not to be noticed. This is a different part of her life. The feeding, the pattern, it’s an event. What does she do with the rest of her time?”
“She’s going down 11th, Quinn replied.
The light turned green, and as they continued south, Milo looked towards the intersection to their left. Sure enough, the Black Widow was there, crossing the street, heading in the same direction. “We need eyes on her,” Milo said, “but we need distance. Stop at the curb. I’ll follow her on foot. You can go back and look for Allen.”
Quinn shook his head. “You’re staying with me. We don’t know where Allen is. She could’ve killed him. We need to keep our distance, but there’s strength in numbers in case she sees us coming.”
Milo shot a text off to Justin as well: Can’t find Allen. Phone off. Look between 12th and 11th. If Allen was hurt but not dead, he wasn’t going to let Quinn’s obsession get the man killed.
As he looked back at the intersection at 11th, Milo noticed the tracks through the middle of the street. “Shit, she’s taking a streetcar,” he realized, pulling the Trimet site up on his phone. The car would be there soon.
“Well let’s follow her,” Quinn replied, turning towards the curb.
“She’d spot us if we were in the car,” Milo countered, holding his phone up. “We can track the car, keep an eye on the stops and wait for her to get off.”
* * *
They continued south, past the border of the Pearl District and through downtown Portland. Finally, as the streetcar turned onto Lowell Street and came to a stop, prepared to continue up the track and begin the long trek back north, she appeared. Still with her hood up, still with her hands in her pockets and her head down. Quinn turned into an alley between two weather-beaten buildings that looked nearly as old as the city itself, then stopped the car, lowered his seat and leaned back. “Tell me when she’s out of sight,” he ordered.
“Sure,” Milo agreed, taking out his phone. he watched as she turned right, heading down Moody Avenue. Go ahead and make yourself look as little as possible, he thought. I can still see you. As he prepared to send an update text to Justin, his phone rang. “Yeah?” he answered.
“He’s alive,” Lee said quickly. Milo could hear the smile in her voice, the deep inhales of someone who’d been holding their breath for far too long. It was the sound he chased whenever he went looking into missing persons cases, whenever he got to tell someone’s mother or father that their child was alive. He was far more familiar with wails of grief or the deafening silence of anguish.
“He okay? What happened?” he asked, watching as the Black Widow continued south at the three-way intersection up ahead, down a trail. Unbuckling his seatbelt, he nodded to Quinn and opened the car door.
“Are you on speakerphone?” she asked after a brief silence.
“No,” he replied, lowering the call audio before holding the phone close to his ear.
“That’s the thing: she knew he was there,” Lee warned. “She knew we were following her. It was a trap. Allen said that she destroyed his phone and told him that we were warned not to get involved.”
“Funny, I don’t remember getting anything in the mail about that,” Milo joked. He exited the vehicle, pushing the door shut quietly.
He heard Allen mumbling something unintelligible to Lee, his voice weak and raspy. “Exactly. She told Allen that she warned Quinn to back off, but Quinn told us that she was already gone when he found the body in Bennington.”
“Alright, I’ll keep that in mind,” Milo assured. “In the meantime, your car is parked by an auto repair place by the corner of Moody and Lowell. We’re heading south from here. There’s one more streetcar heading down here, so we’ll follow her for now and meet back up here.”
“Will do. Stay safe,” Lee said.
Milo looked back at Quinn, then to the path the Black Widow had gone down. “Don’t know if that’s up to me, but I’ll do my best.”
* * *
They continued down the street, then onto the trail. To the right of it were some old train tracks, one end of the old trolley they ran north from Lake Oswego in the summertime. The path was shrouded in darkness, but before long opened onto a street. They were down at the waterfront, approaching a small side road with nothing but large office buildings and larger parking lots.
Milo and Quinn kept their distance, allowing her to nearly exit their site before continuing. It was dark and the street was poorly lit, but all she had to do was take one look back. Really rolling the dice on this one, Milo considered. There was no one else on the sidewalk, or on foot in any direction for that matter.
They passed by an office building, then another, and the road turned to the left. As they rounded the corner, Milo saw that the woman was nowhere to be found. Either she’d quickly turned the street, or she’d circled around the hotel. There seemed to be a path going down that way, a stone walkway deeper into the darkness between these buildings and the shore. “Looks like a trap,” Milo said, retrieving a small crucifix from his jacket pocket. “Shall we?”
Quinn nodded, then gestured for him to go ahead. Coward. “So where do you think she’s heading,” Quinn asked. “Is this just a trap or does she have business here?”
“Business…” Milo considered. There were only office buildings nearby, and they tended to operate mainly during the daytime. Didn’t mean there weren’t reasons for someone to be there after hours. “I think she’s heading to work,” he suggested.
“She’s going to work?” Quinn whispered.
Milo began down the path, the grip on his crucifix tightening. “If you were a vampire all of a sudden, where would you live? Can’t live on the street without being hassled by people, and you need a place to doll yourself up so you can lure unsuspecting men to their demise. You need a home- probably an apartment if you’re in the city. She has to pay rent just like everybody else, right?”
“You’d have to assume she has money, though,” Quinn countered. “Vampires always have money squared away, right?”
“Assuming she actually is a vampire,” Milo pointed, squinting his eyes and hoping to see her up ahead, “what makes you think she’s ancient? Even if she is, why would that mean that she has a lot of money? Not like she can ever go to the bank during business hours.”
“Huh,” Quinn grunted, and as Milo continued down the pitch-black path, a shiver went up his spine as he could feel Quinn’s breath against the back of his neck. “That’s good to know.”
Milo whirled around, holding his crucifix up without knowing for certain what he intended to do with it, and inhaled sharply as a knife entered the side of his chest. Quinn pulled the knife out, then pushed it into Milo’s stomach.
Milo felt the grip on his crucifix loosening, and tried to tightening his grip. His strength was leaving him. “What… the fuck…” he whispered, unable to raise his voice. He tried to breath deeply, but a sharp pain in his chest put a stop to it.
“Don’t try to talk,” Quinn ordered, twisting the knife. Milo’s body tried to let out a shriek of pain, but he could already feel his strength leaving him completely. “I think I punctured a lung. Sorry about that. Or maybe I shouldn’t be.” He pulled the knife out, reversing his grip on it, then plunged it into Milo’s shoulder. “You did trespass, after all. You’re no use to me if I can’t pluck your strings, but the others are good little marionettes. Besides, maybe she’ll start to reconsider when someone finds your body. If you’re right, they’ll go around asking questions, put some pressure on her, and she’ll finally realize that I’m a dangerous enemy to have.”
You want her to turn you, Milo realized. He tried to say as much, but no words would come out. His body was in shock, and he couldn’t get a word out. You really think she’s a vampire, and you want her to turn you.
Quinn rifled through Milo’s pockets, retrieving his phone. “Can’t have you dialing 911,” he said, slamming the phone against the ground once, then again before throwing it into the grass near the path. “If this brings you peace in your final moments,” he added, getting to his feet, “this is as much your fault as it is mine, maybe even moreso. You just shouldn’t have questioned me.” With that, he pulled the knife from Milo’s shoulder, a quiet groan all that accompanied the shooting pain, and got to his feet.
I knew you were a monster, Milo thought, watching helplessly as his vision began to blur. Quinn stepped back into the light, onto the street, and continued back the way they’d come. Streetlights in the distance became vague blobs of light surrounded by an inky blackness that seemed to dance around it. Didn’t peg you for a killer.
As warmth and light began to give way to the cold dark, a soft laugh broke the silence. “At least he’s not boring,” a woman’s voice noted. Was it distant, or was he fading from consciousness for the final time? “You seem a little lost for words, friend, but I know what’ll put a pep in your step.”
He winced as the Black Widow lifted him by the shoulders, sitting him up. She held one of her palms up, then dug into it with a fingernail, drawing blood. “Drink up. You have a long night ahead of you.”
Her bloody palm was pressed up against his mouth, and while Milo resisted as best his could, he couldn’t stop the coppery liquid from reaching his tongue. As soon as it did, something passed through him. It was a chill, but it was electric. It made him feel restless, but he couldn’t move an inch. All he could do, despite his better judgement, was continue to drink.
She held him close as he drank, one hand pressed against his mouth and the other wrapped around him in a cold, comfortable embrace. “I’m gonna tell you something that I wish I was told. When I was turned, I thought that I would rise again as a monster, but I didn’t know how it worked. When you pass- and you will- your soul will leave your body behind. You’ll go wherever souls go, and you might find peace or be reunited with your ancestors, maybe some loved ones who you’ve had the misfortune of outliving, but then something will take your place. It will grow, and it will fester, and it will take your body over. It won’t be you, of course, and you may watch from above as it terrorizes the living world, but it’ll have your memories. It’ll believe that it’s still you, but it won’t be. It’ll be something new.
“It’ll remember how you valued human life, and how you cared enough to try and stop the big bad monster from taking more.” She turned his head, and as he felt himself fading once more, she smiled. “It’ll remember how much you loved your friends and family. It will remember your values, your beliefs, your fears, but it will inherit none of them. It will watch the lives of countless innocents end by their hand, and it will not care. It will take any life I tell it to, and it will not care who.
“Sleep. Sleep for the last time. And keep an eye out for your friends; they’ll join you soon enough.”

Is there anyone who loves to play table tennis,chess or badminton near Hadapsar? I'm looking for friends with who i can go out for outdoor sports. If there is any club or group pls let me know.

Just turned 29 and trying to cross ONS/FUBU/FWB setup off the before 30 bucket list! This would be my first time doing this kind of NSFW thing with people from the internet, so I'd appreciate someone who either similarly has little experience so we can figure it out together or someone experienced who can lead.
Me: - 5', a little heavy (booby and thicc), inked and pierced - stemme presenting, femme energy - shy at first but chatty when comfortable - can't host - conyo huhu
You: - femme/stemme - 24+ - Good conversationalist, can lead - preferrably can host/has a car
Preferrably in or near the South Metro area (alabang-parañaque-makati-taguig) We can have a chat on TG to feel things out!
Send a DM with a little intro and let's see where this goes!

Here me out!
I thought about this theory just yesterday. Nothing new I’m sure.
I believe that we can find our soul family groups via numerology.
I believe the people we have the strongest if not the longest connections to have always been meant to be in our lives.
Each struggle we have with one life path shows up in others. We have people that are meant to heal our connections in both familial, friendship, and romantic relationships.
These people are here to remind us of the shadow work we still have to do in order to heal our childhood wounds, that no matter how hard parents try not to develop in us, they inevitably create.
Including wounds from friends and ex/current partners. ————————- My Case: Life Path Numbers
Father - 5 Ex from 10 years ago - 5 First Male Best Friend - 5
*No Contact with Narcissistic, Alcoholic, Abusive and Gambler father for nearly a decade.
*Childhood best friend ( lost contact. Showed me how a man should treat a person)
*Ex emailed me a decade later to reconnect and apologize ( aka. My first love)
Mother - 9 Ex from 5 years ago - 9 First Female Crush - 9
*Enabler, Anxiety Ridden Mother that valued financial security and comfort over the safety of her children.
*On and Off long distance relationship I ended because we mirrored each other and I wasn’t ready to face my flaws at the time. He didn’t want to end it.
*First female I developed a crush on and later feelings for before she inevitably got married to a man that I believe understood my hidden feelings. They both were very religious and followed the same church, some would call it a cult. Their faith didn’t believe in queer relationships.
Brother - 1 Male Partner of 7 years - 1
*Nearly decade younger Brother.
*My partner of 7 years.
———————
Longest and Dearest Childhood Female Friends
I am Female and My Life Path - 11
Female Friend -11 Another Female Friend- 11 Another Female Friend - 11
Aways had a difficult time maintaining female friendships
This is the case for me at least!

Hey guys.
About 2 months ago I had a one night stand; oral and vaginal, unprotected. I'm a male. She said she was clean from STIs afterward.
About 3-4 days later I noticed discoloration on my penis head (I'm uncircumcised). I did not have any sores or pain. I had itching and discomfort, and figured it to be a male yeast infection based on symptoms (candida balanitis). I used anti fungal cream and after about a week my penis was back to normal.
The itchiness and peeling of penis skin has actually returned a couple of times, but goes away after a few days with the cream. Still no sores.
Yesterday, I noticed what a thought to be a painful ingrown hair a couple inches away from my anus. It is not at all uncommon for me to get ingrown hairs here. This one does seem slightly more painful and of an "open" sore than a usual ingrown.
Could the symptoms of itchiness in the penis, peeling of penis skin, and a possible sore near my anus actually be herpes? Thank you for any input and I'm happy to answer questions if it helps.
Further info: Concerned from the unprotected encounter, I did as a precaution take both the shot antibiotic and oral antibiotics for chlamydia/gonorrhea the day after.
An additional partner did note that she had sustained a yeast infection after we had sex a week after the initial encounter. This is what made me believe I had the male yeast infection.
I plan on getting tested for herpes this week but am just looking for answers at the moment.

I’ve started to notice a trend here every holiday we never have enough people on the floor despite us being absolutely slammed every ten minutes. Thankfully it died toward the evening so we were actually able to get stuff done, but we had three people on the floor nearly all day (including myself as lead) AND I had lunches to give out. We’re a $50k store, I know not the highest volume but busy enough to have more than three people on a holiday??? Yeah you have to pay us extra but I also have the ability to cut if its slow like my manager has been forcing down my throat? So schedule according to plan when you realize every holiday we’ve earned enough in sales and cosds to have extra baristas ??? My manager sat in the cafe doing admin for an entire 8 hours and peacefully watched us get bodied. Extremely appreciative for my baristas today especially because I extended a few of them and they really held it down. (Ofc my manager was unaware of my “eating up labor” :) as he sat buried in his laptop ) Apologies for the long rant, my manager will also be hearing from me as well LOL

I moved here many years ago. I must admit, I was terribly unsure of this place when I first arrived though. I spoke with a lot of friends that lived in different countries and none of them had been here before. I liked this idea, because I wouldn't be influenced by their opinions. I guess you can say I'm a bit of a romantic and I wanted to make my own story.
I'll never forget my first few experiences here, right off the airplane and through passport control, my service bus driver couldn't find me and when he did he was furious. We would go on to be stuck in atrocious traffic for 2+ hours after exiting Sabiha Gökçen. He let me smoke a few cigarettes in the back as I was the only pick-up. A language course took a chance on me and gave me a job while I was living in a different country, they arranged the pick-up. To be honest, they had no business hiring me as it was a huge risk for them - I didn't have any experience. But I'm happy they took it because Istanbul, and Türkiye in general, gave me so much I have no idea how to pay it all back.
At that particular language course, I made life-long friends with a couple of foreigners. But I must admit yet again, it was the foreigners (other Americans, English, Australians to be precise) that put me off of this place. Yes, there were some Turkish cultural things I couldn't understand (the Istan-bulldozer, specifically; the guy who walks directly into you was one of them). However, I grew to learn and accept many things here, and even adapted some of them into my character because Turkish people have a resilience, positive outlook (that may have disappeared) and an iron strength to take risks and not be afraid of them.
It wasn't until I met my first local friends that I started to really fall in love with this place. The amount of deep, heart-felt, caring and warm conversations we've all had over the years are fresh in my mind as if they were yesterday. My Turkish friends weren't afraid of their emotions and sharing a part of themselves, these types of moments I had always struggled to find back in the States. We are often hyper-individualistic, opportunistic, and competitive. Not always bad things, but we mustn't ever forget our group identity as well. I consider myself an open person, I like to get to know people, I love human connection - I found a home away from home in a very distant country. My family is close, we speak often, when I opened myself up to the Turkish culture I started to find more similarities between Turkish people and my family. I have an insane great-uncle back in Galicia whom many have stated: "if you needed it, he would give you the shirt off of his back" and that really describes Turkish people in a general sense. I love my Turkish friends, and I will never be able to thank them enough for making me always feel at home. I felt out of place at times in the US, I have rarely felt this way before here. I love the Turkish culture, the language, the food, the nature, the hard-work and can-do attitude.
I've been fortunate to see a lot of the world (at the expense of savings/investments, while I don't regret it, it would be nice to have some of that money now) and I can confidently say there are only two places in this world I ever need to see again and that is the USA, and Türkiye. I've been all the way to Indonesia, up to the UK, down to South Africa; nothing compares to the Aegean coast and I will be happy to visit every year if I can. I thank God a million times, or whoever is up there, that put me on the path that led to Istanbul.
I'm writing this into the void, but it's needed. I left the USA a child and I'm returning to the USA a man. I thank the Turkish people for all of this. I thank them for all of the life lessons, and for giving me my work ethic. No one works as hard as Turkish people in my experience. I'm leaving with my wife, and our future child.
Do we want to leave? No. For us personally, life has fallen apart and only gotten worse over the last 4 years. When the taxi drivers ask why we're leaving, I always start the conversation that things were fine before COVID, but quickly got worse. It's really irrelevant to list off everything that has happened, if you speculate, there's a chance you'll make a list of 10 reasons why we're leaving, and you'll be correct 8/10 minimum. I hate politics, I didn't used to hate politics, I once made it a huge part of my identity. But that doesn't matter, no one should be in power for 20+ years, and it disgusts me that he will get another 5. What's upsetting is that any rational person understands that the only constant is change, so why not change something? Doesn't everyone need it? Haven't every single one of us here lived through enough? Green beans / kilo 60TL? I've watched my purchasing power, my salary, my comfortable life as a foreigner in Türkiye disappear into nearly nothing. This is no place to raise a family, this sends the wrong message. I hold only contempt for the ignorance that continues to enjoy their suppression and lack of vision for their future.
The discussion about leaving began 3 years ago, I don't blame Sunday evening's result on this. We knew that things would perhaps continue to get difficult even if the one who we all wanted to win had won. How can you put back together this mess in a quick manner? No one will be able to do so, it will take years to correct the course economically, and that correction may take another 5+years on top of the 5 we all must wait for. I wanted a simple middle class life, that's always been my goal. An apartment, one car, two kids. That is impossible with the current salary that I make. Impossible. I hear from many supporters that the people here in Türkiye live outside of their means. Bullshit. A 2016 Hyundai does not cost 800,000 TL and any ignorant fool should see that.
There is no freedom to speak your mind here, my boss simply stated "Turkish people love to be controlled and told what to do, they don't want freedom". I'm sorry to say, I agreed with him. This of course excludes the ones who didn't vote for the status quo. If there were a freedom to speak your mind, this wouldn't have happened. One day, I hope you'll enjoy the pleasure to say something along the lines of Fuck you Trump, Fuck you Biden - it's something that is relieving and important in any functioning society. Enough with insult laws, what pettiness.
So, thank you for everything, I'll be back every year. I love this place, and I will never forget what it gave me. I hope for all of you that you will survive this storm. Knowing Turkish people, you will. Türkiye is a safe, warm, and welcoming country, please never forget this. Godspeed, see you next time.

so i was talking to my crush yesterday and we somehow came across the topic of him being gay. the conversation continued and then he said ‘my girlfriend said she’d let me kiss you to test if i’m gay’ LIKE WHAT. HE WAS ACTUALLY DONW TO DO IT TOO. i nearly fumbled it but i’m still very nervous as i’ve never kissed before. PLEASE GIVE ANY TIPS . anyway that’s my rant over

Went to Muaythai Ayothaya ส.เทพรัตน์, a small gym in the ancient city of Ayutthaya about an hour north of Bangkok, and Kiatphontip gym muaythai, in the northwest of Bangkok.
I have a tiny bit of experience with jiu jitsu and none with muay thai. Was apprehensive to show up to these gyms not knowing anything.
Don't be nervous! The thais and trainers are super super kind. The atmosphere is really lighthearted, I was expecting maybe an intense/stressful place like some mma type gyms stateside with dudes mean mugging you, but totally the opposite!
The thai gyms have a super relaxed playful atmosphere. The trainers and thai fighters joke with you and giggle like school kids with each other. There's no yelling or pressure, just hard training. Bit of a language barrier for sure but both places gave me lots of instructions on technique.
No real point in this post, just wanted to share, I imagine there's a lot of people without much experience that want to train in Thailand. If the other places are anything like these two then you'll be welcomed with open arms. I was given a ton of personal attention at both gyms, trainers doing Pad work with me for 4-5 rounds to teach me technique.
The sessions run about 2hrs and they're hot as hell. I drink damn near a gallon of water each session. It's like working out in a sauna but I figure this will make training anywhere way easier!

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Thinking that this is a big part of my problem. I don't ever reside in the present moment, only in the past or in the future.
In my head, whenever I think about quitting, the thought process usually goes "I'll quit tomorrow, because yesterday sucked".
"I'm sad because of my childhood, that's why I smoke, never mind I'm 33 years old currently and haven't been a child for a long time."
"I can't quit now cuz it's gonna be really busy at work next week/holidays are coming up so I'll just wait."
Smoking used to be fun and satisfying for me when I was really young and only smoked like 5 cigarettes a day. Now it's not fun, and it's putting me in debt and making me feel like shit, and I smoke a pack a day. But I'm still trying to cling desperately to the feeling of what it used to do for me despite it being completely different.
Feels like a prison that I personally built myself, brick by brick, year after year. I've gotten reprieves before-several days, several weeks, several months, and nearly 2 years once before I picked it right back up. For what reason? What's the benefit?
Short-term pleasure seeking and my brain's desperate attempts to get a dopamine hit. I feel convinced that part of my thusfar treatment-resistant anhedonia is directly related to nicotine.
Right now, my blood is full of it and I feel sure and ready to quit forever. Tomorrow morning, who knows. I hope to keep my resolve this time.

This is a rant because I'm frustrated, I just wanted to type it out somewhere
Literally was just killed because I was apparently "baby killing" even though I wasn't. Just got to Sub so I wasn't concerned about the growth loss, was more angry about them saying I was making threats and talking shit to me than I was about dying and losing basically no growth.
No threats were made, just told them if they attacked me I'd attack back. Not a threat, I only said it because they literally followed me almost to the next area. They killed me in a menu while I was trying to reply back to them.
Got back on something that could actually fight back, then found out they logged off.
I seriously don't understand people who do that. Said they had to protect their babies when I was nowhere near them. I was even leaving. Honestly probably just an excuse to KOS.
Also, before I get told "git gud", it was a full grown Pycno and Sucho vs my Speed Metri who LITERALLY just reached Sub and they attacked me in a menu like scumbags.

I printed off a pdf of Holmes D&D and pasted this on or near the back of it(the blank last page, back cover, how to use dice and TSR product section, to be precise). It triggers a memory of buying Holmes and being disappointed that it was another Basic Set after I already had the “B”s from Mentzner and Moldvay. I thought this must be the fabled original game, with that archaic cover(small town)…I had mail ordered Blackmoor as my first D&D purchase after being introduced via 1e and somehow thought this bright box must hold…the rest? Lol I dunno, long time gone. Blackmoor baffled me into the arms of Mentzner, I played AD&D but somewhere there was this “just” D&D that involved this Arneson guy somehow and I wanted to make worlds and games but not cut into buddys’ 1e DM lordship(he was cruel, but harsh, and firmly held to Gygax’ Protestant work etho. Job had an easier time leveling up than we). It’s funny 0e was actually the last edition I played, better late(even WAAAYYY late) than never. Anyway, Meepo.
I like HOLMES ‘77 and Journeymanne…in fact the latter is in the mail…but I think I might like this best. It’s not slick(although already leaps above the lbbs), and no flys on the Doctor for that, not his department. What is is is utile. Understandable. And the Meepo clears up the glaring flaws(which were likely a Lost in Translation issue) and makes it what I thought it was, all those years ago. A complete standalone, samesame but different game of D&D.
As with Sir Pellinore’s Book, a one-shot(at least) with these rules will be had by me this summer.
Meepo highlight? The two-weapon rule. The two-handed weapon rule, eh. Didn’t like bastard sword rules in Companion either, though I loved bastard swords(1e gets a pass because Gygax is infallible;)…I just like the idea of the possibility of receiving that sweet 1hp “just a scratch” damage.
Holmes highlight? Not even explaining you’re killing monsters to take their stuff, it’s just nonchalantly assumed you couldn’t be so stupid as to not at least know that.

Last month, I ended a 3-year long distance relationship with my bf from another country. I did because:

1. We had different views on marriage. Although he was willing to change his stance for me, I didn't want this to be a reason he resented me later on.
2. Moving to his country would mean giving up my family, friends and burgeoning career to go to a country where I don't speak the language and couldn't guarantee a well-paying job, at least for several months.
3. He was earning just enough to get by, which meant with me in the picture, we would struggle, especially if I couldn't find a job. He is satisfied with his income and has no intention of growing it. For him, it's great if he earns more down the line, but he's happy where he is now.
4. He had a pessimistic view on life where he is convinced the world is going to end, either by natural causes or a totalitarian takeover. He has every right to have these opinions, but he became convinced there was no point in trying in life because everything would be taken from him (Hence the lack of desire to achieve anything more than survive). I asked him what his plans for retirement were, and he said he doesn't expect to live beyond 60.
5. He had a complicated family dynamic, which could one day result in him having to support several of his family members. This isn't an unlikely scenario, I would consider him extremely lucky if his family doesn't depend on him at some point later in life. And he doesn't earn anywhere near enough to support his family and start a new one with me.

It was the worst decision I ever had to make in my life and I question it every day. He was gentle, considerate and I was his whole world. And I crushed that like it was nothing. Everyday, his pleas for me to give him a second chance rings in my head. How could I have hurt him like that?
That's why I secretly don't think I deserve to be in another relationship. I've been on a few dates since, but all I think about is him and miss the good times we had. If those issues were fixed, I'd go back to him in a heartbeat, but it's too late now. I was with a decent, kind man and I threw that away for nothing. Why shouldn't I be miserable and alone for the rest of my life?

Does anyone else feel like maybe Jacob just got with C in order to make Rachel upset? Coming from someone who had spilt with her baby daddy multiple times, if I had gotten with someone else as I did when we were separated for almost a year he only got a girlfriend to make me jealous and upset. I feel like he is just using her in order to make Rachel upset and to possibly get back with her? Things seemed like they ended so toxic between R & J that there is soooooo many lose ends there and neither of them have really fully moved on completely. It seems like both of them are just using each other to make the other jealous.. & C is just going along with it because she loves the attention and wants to display it everywhere to try and prove that she is better woman even though we all know she is no where near it.

My sister and I had a very traumatic childhood.
She was physically abused by our parents and I witnessed it. 6.5 year age difference. Our parents fought each other physically as well and extreme narcissistic.
I was physically abused on a few occasions but mainly had to deal with covert emotional incest neglect, and mental abuse(as far as I can remember anyway)
I have blocked out the majority if my childhood and have definitely disassociated from many things. Some things are starting to come to the surface.
My sister and I both recently started having worries of CSA (without prompting each other)
Our maternal grandfather was incredibly abusive to our mom and siblings(SA and much more)
My sister feels she was abused by him.
Based on some weird circumstances of my own I have come to terms I was a victim of CSA either by my grandfather or others.
Self harmed as an adolescent, highly aware of sex at a young age.
Had an out of body experience at 4/5 staring at my sleeping body with no covers on at my grandparents place.
Always had disliked my maternal grandfather heavily and assumed it was due to what he did to my mom, but also wondering if it was due to something happening to me too.
Considering it happened to everyone else it seems plausible.
Extreme aversion my entire life to anyone touching my butt. Like seeing red when it happened.
My father would “goose” me until I finally lost my mind on him one day.
Something I’m not sure “qualifies” as sexual abuse My parents “pranked” me 3 times when I was around 8/9 years old.
Twice my dad snuck into the bathroom to film me naked. Another time after a shower my mom snuck up behind me and hoisted me up by my legs to pull my towel off to reveal me to my dad filming with their camcorder.
I never told anyone and when I was nearly molested by a camp councillor shortly thereafter I didn’t tell my dad until my 30s and the reaction was surprisingly non-plussed to the point he forgot to even tell my mom and neither of them have even discussed it with me even after I brought it up another time.
Makes me wonder if they abused me in some capacity when I was too young to remember or I’ve blocked out more than I thought.
I have a weird memory/dream that I French kissed my mom when I was really young.
I’ve harboured that my entire life thinking it had to be a dream, but I had it at an age I would never have even known what French kissing is.
I had constant nightmares in my adolescence of a dark force dragging me into rooms that I could never escape.
My dad said one time I saw him naked and I went and stood in the corner with my head down as if I was ashamed/embarrassed and I apparently would also go outside and they would find me standing in our yard.
Even seeing a few “harmless” photos of me naked as a young child at the beach triggers me due to all the other circumstances of my upbringing.
I have a young son and he’s at the age where all the things started happening to me, so I feel like that may be why so many feelings and memories are surfacing because I could never imagine treating him a fraction of the way we were treated.

I’m asking out of sheer curiosity - I’m on holiday in Germany and I checked local flat prices. For me, person earning a salary in a currency other than euro, it seems nearly impossible to buy even the smallest apartment here, EVER. This seems crazy. I’m wondering, is the majority of german people owning some kind of estate, or is it normal to rent an apartment for the rest of your life? Are people able to afford buying a house in their 30, or rather in their 40 or even 50?