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I’ve recently started creating my third oc (not for any particular reason or series, just for fun.) and unlike my two others I’m having a it of trouble deciding how fleshed out and we’ll written she is, and since I’m not confident enough to share it with friends, I figured I’d look for opinions here.
Her name is Vari, a young (18~) bard/ performer. She has voluminous silver-grey hair and eyes and smooth, pale skin with a lean, thin build. Vari is outgoing, friendly and a hard worker, but is impulsive, careless and sensitive. She thrives on being the center of attention and having all eyes on her, so she likes to perform with singing and dancing at various inns and taverns for money. Her main goal is to become more popular so she can perform for more people and improve her singing.
What are some potential ways I can improve or add to her character while keeping her base personality?

I’ve recently started creating my third oc (not for any particular reason or series, just for fun.) and unlike my two others I’m having a it of trouble deciding how fleshed out and we’ll written she is, and since I’m not confident enough to share it with friends, I figured I’d look for opinions here.
Her name is Vari, a young (18~) bard/ performer. She has voluminous silver-grey hair and eyes and smooth, pale skin with a lean, thin build. Vari is outgoing, friendly and a hard worker, but is impulsive, careless and sensitive. She thrives on being the center of attention and having all eyes on her, so she likes to perform with singing and dancing at various inns and taverns for money. Her main goal is to become more popular so she can perform for more people and improve her singing.
What are some potential ways I can improve or add to her character while keeping her base personality?

I’ve recently started creating my third oc (not for any particular reason or series, just for fun.) and unlike my two others I’m having a it of trouble deciding how fleshed out and we’ll written she is, and since I’m not confident enough to share it with friends, I figured I’d look for opinions here.
Her name is Vari, a young (18~) bard/ performer. She has voluminous silver-grey hair and eyes and smooth, pale skin with a lean, thin build. Vari is outgoing, friendly and a hard worker, but is impulsive, careless and sensitive. She thrives on being the center of attention and having all eyes on her, so she likes to perform with singing and dancing at various inns and taverns for money. Her main goal is to become more popular so she can perform for more people and improve her singing.
What are some potential ways I can improve or add to her character while keeping her base personality?

So I've been thinking for a while if I should document some of the history I had with my ex who I was with for almost 10 years. Partially to shed a light on warning signs that I was too naive to notice and also to ask advice on how others got over their experiences and deal with any problems in new relationships that bring back those feelings.
For record I did go to my GP who referred me to counseling sessions. Unfortunately those were only 12 free sessions on the NHS and the therapist I was assigned just kept referring me books to read and "homework" such as saying out loud 3 things I'm happy about in my life before bed... Often she just talked about the lack of funding from the government and such.
So I finally left my ex in 2016 ish, I was on antidepressants, occasionally beta blockers for the panic attacks and birth control, all of which made my mood go up and down like a rollercoaster. I was absolutely miserable and one day it just kind of hit me that I have to leave, it's me or this forever?
We started dating when I was 20/21 and he was 5 years older than me. We met because of an online game and he worked with my older brother. My brother gave me his in game character name incase I needed help. I started chatting to him in the game and he came to see my character, he showed me around and it started like that. I was going away for a weekend to a youth group camping event and he joked wasn't I going to ask for his number to keep talking and so I did. During the weekend I met someone my age at some of the events and had a lot of fun with, we had similar jokes and I thought he was really attractive. We added eachothers emails to keep in touch and so I texted the game friend to say I was sorry but I met a really nice person I was interested in. He instantly replied some comments about how it was just a crush, did I even know if they liked me back. Was I just going to throw away what we had for a guy I met over 3 days. I thought about it and I felt so guilty. I decided to stick with him and have minimal contact with the other via email. Years later when Facebook became a thing he did add me there and I accepted thinking nothing of it. We still didn't message or anything. One year he wrote "Happy Birthday Hope you are well!" To which my guy wrote a very rude/sarcastic response something like "she's great I'll tell her you said hi", so he deleted his post didn't message again.
When I got back from camp we arranged to meet up in person for the first time ever and we went for food/coffee the usual. I will mention that I was pre warned by my brother and wasn't really supposed to be talking to this guy outside of the game, so for the first few months of our dating we kept it hidden until I was found out resulting at an angry brother waiting at the train station for me and telling off my guy in public saying he should know better and was told to stay away from me.
I told my mum about it later that day and honestly she didn't really care, and said it's normal for my age, and so we began to date properly not hidden. This guy was my first proper boyfriend and my first everything really.
In the beginning it was fine, we had good times. I did have to deal with his ex who was trying to become my best friend and go out shopping/partying with which I thought was too strange so obviously never did. I then found out she was calling him in the middle of the night crying asking him to take her back. So he ended up telling me that they used to be Engaged and how she cheated on him and so he broke everything off. Now the first red flag, he told me for his revenge everytime she would start dating a new guy he would get in contact with her, ask how she is, act really caring and charming. He would convince her to come over and then sleep with her so that she would feel so guilty she would tell/end her relationship. She thought they would get back together but instead he laughed in her face and tell her to get lost. Apparently this happened multiple times before we met.
Over time I came to realise because of this he could be very jealous, paranoid and had a bad temper, he would throw and smash plates, punch walls. Second red flag he "accidentally" locked me in his house while he went to work one day. I didn't really have anything to do or eat. In the past he did joke with me that if it was allowed he would lock me in his house and never let me leave. I never was sure if this was some sort of joke or a genuine accident.
His ex lived in the countryside and enjoyed the thrill of outdoor sex because no one was really around. Because of that he also enjoyed it. And so when we started getting a bit more serious he would force that on me. Once he met me early in the morning before I had work, it was a nice walk but then he got very handsy. It was ok as we were behind a lot of trees, but then he brought me to a bench and got me to sit on his lap with his hands down my trousers/pants, all while people were passing by. I kept my eyes closed the entire time and thought for sure someone would tell us off. A few times he would touch me on busy trains/buses, we went to an abandoned warehouse and a house. Sometimes there were kids hanging around spray painting or breaking things. In the house he told me to give him a blow job, I tried to laugh it off and say no thinking he must be joking. Instantly this made him angry, he didn't talk to me for a few minutes and then started to tell me things like "a good girlfriend would do this for her boyfriend" and so I ended up absolutely sobbing but doing what he wanted. A different time in the warehouse he wanted to do anal, and again I said I didn't want to, and again the guilt tripping and saying he would be really quick and no one would see, and feeling guilted I gave in. He finished inside and we left. I didn't realise till I had a shower later that day that because of being outside and not having access to lube I was very tender and sore in the area. This basically went on, and sometimes I would lie and say that I really needed to pee just to get out of having sex in public. Even at home he would often pressure me to doing things I didn't like, I have a bad gag reflex so honestly didn't enjoy going down on him, plus often I didn't like his smell or taste. If I asked him to wash it he got very angry at me and would say how it loses sensitivity and doesn't feel as good. Over time he withdrew going down on me because I wasn't "being a good girlfriend" and honestly I didn't mind.
Around 4 years or so into the relationship I made a new friend in work and she invited us to her birthday in a room booked in a night club. It was supposed to be couples and masquerade themed. My guy didn't want to go with me because it seemed boring and he had no interest in meeting my friends. He went out of his way to arrange our gay friend to go with me so I wouldn't be alone and would have a guy with me. On the night of the party the friend came over while I was getting ready and we had some drinks, my ex then changed his mind and decided to come. This wouldn't be a problem but he also said it was ok that his scummy brother comes along (that's another story) he had promised me that the brother wouldn't be in the booked room and he would stay downstairs in the main club with him. But in they came. I was annoyed because his brother was being really inappropriate with my friend, saying he would take her in the bathroom and show her a good time. He was taking photo's up girls dresses/skirts and asking for girls numbers everywhere (he had a gf and I was also warned by my ex not to be alone with him) my guy ended up not speaking to me for the night because I was annoyed that he wouldn't remove him. When we got back to his house he wouldn't let me go home and told me to shut up and go to bed. I sat on the bed sobbing that I just wanted to go home and he laughed and laughed in my face pointing at me. When I tried to leave he lifted me by my coat, breaking the buttons and my necklace and threw me against the wall. In anger I lifted a photo frame of us and smashed him over the head, in retaliation he punched the wardrobe right beside my head and broke his little finger, I ran out of the apartment. I sat on the curb outside crying because I didn't know how to get home. After maybe half an hour he came out and took me back inside. He told me to please go to sleep and just leave in the morning. After that event we broke up for maybe 5/6 months. I started to feel lonely and stupidly started talking to him again.
After this we moved in together. We rented a house where he was originally from but was much further for me. It resulted in me having to get a train and bus to work everyday or come home. His reasoning was there were no houses for rent where I lived. At this time I worked a pretty crap sales job, I made minimum wage and only worked 16 hours a week. So giving half of my money to him to cover rent/food etc and buying my train and bus ticket left me with £10 a week to my name. I was further away from my friends (who he didn't like me spending time with, they were bad influences) I had a male friend that I grew up with and I viewed him like a brother. He told me I had to cut contact with him as I wouldn't like it if the role was reversed (even though he had several close female friends) he spent his time trying to get me to be friends with his friends, and I didn't get them, they were all older and we had nothing in common. Once he asked one girl to spend the day with me shopping or just anything because I had no friend's. I was so embarrassed when he told me. The fact I couldn't go see my actual friends when I wanted and was alone already made me feel sensitive. It also didn't help that early in our relationship he told me he had only ever slept with his ex before me, I then found out he had actually slept with a few of these other female friends for various reasons. One had a fight with her bf and got into his bed wanting a hug and crying which apparently escalated. One apparently climbed ontop of him while he was sleeping when his house mate had a house party etc. One was single at the same time as he was and they thought why not see. That's what I was told anyway.
The town where he lived was dying and had very little going for it. Apart from the nice scenery walking my dog I had nothing to do. With this going on I began to fall into a slump. I worked, came home and slept. He began getting irritated if was sitting/sleeping on the sofa after work as his pc was in the living room and he said he felt like I was always watching him. I made the small room upstairs into my own little space with my computer to play games on and sometimes he would sneak really quietly into the room to try and see if/who I was talking to online. I ended up going to my GP to talk to someone and that turned to my first experience of antidepressants and beta blockers for my panic attacks. This cut down my sex drive immensely, and he would often argue that I "just lay there" or wouldn't do anything for him. I was applying for jobs with no luck. I went to speak to an advisor and they actually said "have you ever considered getting pregnant?" I ended up taking 2 weeks holiday in my job so I could adjust to the pills as I was feeling ill. I temporarily moved back home to learn to drive as maybe that would help me. I ended up getting a new job in a kitchen in the city centre, meaning I was getting my first full time job and would only have to get a train now. My ex told me to stop the driving lessons as I no longer needed them, and just move back as I had money now. And I did.
In my previous job all women worked in the store. In this new job it was a lot more mixed, I was the only female chef but I got a long with mostly everyone. I met my best friend here and we were in a small friend group of 4, our manager jokingly named us the breakfast club because we were all so different. My female best friend, our gay friend and a Romanian guy who was still learning English. We became really inseparable and would often plan day trips, cinema, dinner's and nights out. We had a group chat and constantly talked and sent memes. I felt happy having friends again. Over time my guy became extremely paranoid, he didn't want me working or spending time around other guys. He told me men are like hungry wolves and you can't trust them, and how he had worked in McDonald's when he was young and everyone slept with everyone etc. I finally had money and friends and he wanted me to quit. I loved the job and the people and often if anyone had to go home sick/hurt I always offered to stay to close. This also didn't help with the paranoia. It got to a point that I had to send him my new work schedule every week and had to have a "good reason" for doing overtime.
As time went on he started to accuse me of cheating on him. If I went out with my friends or even to visit my parents he would tell me (if you're fucking anyone tonight then don't bother coming home). This got more and more frequent and he began smoking and drinking a lot more. Often I would come home from work late at night and instantly be yelled at. There was another incident where he punched the wall again re breaking the finger, he couldn't play guitar anymore and said it was my fault. At this point he was roughly 31 in our relationship and began a friendship with a work colleague who was 18. I never met her once, and he would often go on nights out with her and her friends. The few times I woke up in the night and he wasn't home I rang him panicked thinking is he ok. He would answer "what?" When he came home that would be another argument that he's a grown ass man and can look after himself and I shouldn't be worried about his safety. This continued and some nights I began sleeping on the sofa because I couldn't stand the smell of the smoke and I was afraid to be yelled at while he was drunk. He came home once with every button on his shirt broken that I bought him for a birthday and said a guy did it for a joke and leave it at that. One night he blew up at me resulting in me having a panic attack and I actually felt like I would die. I couldn't breath and my face started to change colour. When he noticed he finally stopped yelling and started slapping my back and squeezing me. I sat on the floor and sobbed and said I was going back home. We didn't talk again properly for about a month, and then he sent a message saying he needed to talk/apologize. I went back to listen to what he had to say and somehow by the end he was saying he loved me and I need to come home. I didn't get a word in before it turned to him taking off my clothes to have "make up sex" and before I knew it I was back. We planned a holiday away for a week, to reconnect and try and have some dates again. It was mostly really great. We did have a minor argument because he was actively telling me how hot this very young looking Spanish girl was, and during one of the days he made me have sex by the glass doors leading out to the pool at our apartment. But when we returned home it was just as aweful. In our time together I learned he hated having his photo taken and put on social media. So I only took 3/4 photos, a few nice ones of him standing looking out at the beach etc. But that was suddenly an issue that I hadn't plastered his holiday pictures all over my Facebook etc. We went straight back to the old routine, being accused of cheating.
At this point we'd been together a long time. Constantly family members asking when we would marry and all my friends starting families. Maybe it was the fear of missing out but suddenly I wanted the same. I spoke to him about marriage and he was very clear it's something he doesn't ever want (you don't need a piece of paper with permission to be with someone) one night I got home from work and he had hand written and framed his own wedding certificate saying Mr and Mrs such and such and said "there you go!". The talk of a baby was also quickly shut down with the reason being "if you have a kid then you always have to be a part of that person's life if it doesn't work out".
At this point I don't even think it was entirely the antidepressants. I didn't even want to touch him. He made me uncomfortable, always walking on eggshells. He stank of cigarettes and beer. I constantly had to clean the house. Around his desk there would be piles of beer tins and used tissues... We were eating take out everyday apart from my 2 days off work. I started putting on weight and he was wanting more money towards rent and food etc. He was still going out with 18/19 year old girls to parties etc. This went on for another 5 months until one day it hit me that "this is it" and if I don't leave something bad will happen . My friend group at work generally noticed I wasn't ok. My best friend started to tell me that I'm being gas lit among other things. And that I needed out, and finally I was able to tell him it was over. We cried a lot and parted ways. It was hard because I had to go back to gather my stuff in multiple taxis or a van. Sometimes I needed his help as I had given the key back or items were heavy. On one occasion he asked how I was and then touched my belly saying I had lost a lot of weight...His eyes started watering and he went to the garden to smoke. About 20 minutes after this as I was gathering my stuff the younger work colleague came by (apparently they had plans to order pizza and watch a movie) this is also the first time I ever saw her and didn't even get a hello or anything, I guess it was an awkward first meeting.
He didn't tell his family I left him. Some months later his brother saw me at a club with my work friends and text him along the lines of he'd finally caught me cheating. He then told the family and his mother was apparently very disappointed. I doubt they know how everything went though. He did also message me to tell me this and asked me to tell him truthfully had I cheated/had I slept with any of the work guys since breaking up..
He moved to live in another country. Sold all of his items on gumtree etc, including some of mine. I had a large gas BBQ that my mum gifted for our house, when I asked for it back he tried to say I already had it, then said it must have been stolen.
He also messaged me a year afterwards trying to say he had made a huge mistake and would I be willing to move in and try again... Of course I said no. Again in 2020 ish he messaged saying he had a weird request. He wanted to become friends again as apparently no one knew him like I and he stupidly pushed me, his best friend away. He didn't want me to remain angry at how he treated me etc. Again I declined saying I don't know if that would ever be something I would feel comfortable with and also that I'm dating someone and that's not fair on him.
I haven't had any contact since then.
I'll never truly know but I honestly feel like he cheated on me because of how hellbent he was that I was doing so to him. The whole thing has left me with some bad trust issues. I don't want to be the paranoid girlfriend not allowing partners to go out or have female friends etc.
Apologies for the lengthy post and thank you to anyone who takes the time to read. I do feel like I've forgotten some things, or a bit too personal for here and I feel like this is so long already!

When the monthly content drops for CTRNF were being rolled out, most Crash fans, including myself, were over the moon but looking back, I feel like we had almost too much of a good thing
I think a big problem was not having too much characters/skins to earn, but rather not having any time at all to complete them all. Each Grand Prix lasted a month or even less, before swiftly moving onto the next one. More often than not, I either didn’t finish the nitro bar or never got the chance to play the Grand Prix at all due to how short they were.
I was fully invested in the Egyptian and Back N.Time Grand Prix as it was the summer holiday but I lasted maybe a week in the Spyro Grand Prix before starting Uni and then missing out entirely on the Halloween and Circus Grand Prix’. I then managed to play the Winter Grand Prix as it was the winter holiday only to again completely miss the Wasteland and Velo Grand Prix
Stuff like this is why you see 2-3 month seasons with every game nowadays as it gives enough time for players to finish all the tasks/challenges without feeling to dedicate their life to the game.
It also allows the devs to focus more on quality of life changes over just content drops which is unfortunately what CTRNF prioritized and resulted in it’s nearly dead player count almost immediately after Beenox cut support
Without new content, we no longer had a reason to tolerate the poor servers and lack of a new game modes and thus pushed players away from continuing to play

I’m flying into a city at 1230am with a 16 month old. Hotels are all about 20 mins away from the airport. Car rentals don’t open until 8am the next day. Everything is about 20 mins from each other. We are leaving on a holiday morning. Most car rentals are closed on Sunday. Fly in Wednesday to holiday Monday. For some reason I’m having trouble planning this lol out!

Hi readers,
I'm looking for feedback on my first novel, An Irresistible Harvest. It's a cozy, spicy small town romance that's the first in a series of four. Each novel in The Seasons of Maymont takes place in a different season with an interconnected cast of characters, but every story can be read as a standalone. Picture it as Stardew Valley in a romance book, with a fun seasonal twist.
Here is my working blurb:
ETHAN
I didn’t mean to fall in love with my new neighbor. It’s just not every day that a lonely farmer has a girl like Hannah Foster fall in his lap.
Bright, warm, and bubbly Hannah Foster. She’s here to fix up her grandparents’ old inn before putting it on the market and leaving town for good. In a matter of weeks she has me feeling things I swore I’d never feel again - like joy, hopefulness, and lust.
The only problem? She’s taken. And I can’t get her out of my head.
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HANNAH
I thought fixing up my grandparents’ inn would be a dream come true. All it’s done is turn my life upside down.
I have a dream life waiting for me back in Merrit, or at least that’s what everyone tells me. I shouldn’t complain. I’ve found myself a rich boyfriend who’s got our whole life planned out, and all I need to do is go along with it. Easy peasy.
But there’s something about being back in Maymont that makes me worried I’m making a mistake. I want to live my life for me, and do the things I want to do. And it just so happens that the first thing on my list of wants is my handsome, hunky neighbour.
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Come spend a season in Maymont.
An Irresistible Harvest is a cozy (and spicy) friends to lovers rom-com where he falls first. This is the first book in the Seasons of Maymont series, featuring a fictional small town in a peaceful, idyllic setting. Each story takes readers through a festive celebration of the changing seasons with a happily ever after.
While each story reads as a stand-alone, if you enjoy An Irresistible Harvest, I hope you stay for another season in Maymont.
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I'm looking for readers that can provide feedback on what's working and what's not. People who are familiar with the romance genre would be preferred! I can provide copies to review in .dox, .pdf. and .epub formats, depending on your preference. Ideally, I'd like feedback before the start of July so I can release this fall. Please note that this novel includes explicit, on-page sexual content.
Thank you for your interest!

Hi,
This is a throwaway and I would like some insight from ISTPs on what my options are with my ISTP husband. He is a good person and cares deeply about our family. My problem with him is he is a workaholic. Most of our fights are always about him not being home for the holidays. He works everyday during the week (at least half days or more during weekends), almost 365 days a year, except Thanksgiving, Christmas, and New Year's Day. I always feel so alone and rejected on holidays when I want/*expect to be with my husband and he's off to work. I have told him many times that I want him to make less money but more time for the family to no avail. Yet, he always says "just tell me what you want." It's frustrating because he said it but he does not mean it. He still does what he wants (work), and not what I want (time off from work) and I have told him that. We just had a silent fight for 10 days after he left for work on Memorial Day. I am sort of at my wit's end. What can I say to better negotiate with my husband so he will stay home for just the major holidays: Memorial Day, July 4th, Labor Day, Thanksgiving, Christmas, and New Year's Day (only 6 days of the year).
Or am I being unreasonable in my request? Please help. Thank you.

I spend holidays alone. if I end up in the hospital (which I do sometimes for chronic disease), it is alone. at the end of a hard day, it is just me and my dog (who is awesome). I am lucky to have a lot of friends, good friends even. but I am in no one's top 5 or even top 10 people / priorities. if I was murdered, no one would be trying to find the killer or follow the case in court. and when I need someone, there is no one there. not really. and I ache for that.
edited to add: I don't matter is playing on repeat in my head and heart today

https://thewest.com.au/sport/fremantle-dockers/anna-hay-michael-walters-joining-nat-fyfe-in-resigning-sets-fremantle-dockers-fairy-tale-in-motion-c-10917506
Just like the hundreds of tiny stitches holding a Sherrin together, there are so many stories intricately weaved into the fabric of every AFL club.
One of my favourite tales is that of Michael Walters.
This week the Dockers forward put pen to paper and signed a new two-year deal.
His contract was up at the end of the season, but he followed in the footsteps of teammate Nat Fyfe and recommitted to the club.
The veterans now have a two-year window to etch themselves into the history books, by bringing Fremantle that elusive premiership — something Matthew Pavlich and David Mundy couldn’t achieve in their illustrious careers, even though they were so incredibly deserving.
Walters and Fyfe both played in Fremantle’s grand final loss to Hawthorn in 2013. They know the pain of defeat and are now hungry for success.
Walters will be in purple until he’s 34 but in 2012 there were doubts he would ever reach this point in his career.
As a 21-year-old he was banished from the Dockers for failing to meet pre-season standards.
He was sent to the WAFL under Ross the Boss to shape up, or ship out.
He chose the former, deciding to fight his way back to become a star of the competition.
Sonny is now one of the Dockers favourite sons, and his nickname couldn’t be more fitting.
He lights up the club and his teammates. He’s the first to smile at media at training and sign autographs for fans. He’s a great footy player and an even better bloke.
He’s a role model. Respected, trusted, and valued.
It’s not easy to turn your career and mindset around. But Walters did it.
So did Jeremy McGovern.
In 2014, the Eagles defender thought he was going to be sacked for rocking up to pre-season 8kg overweight after a four-week holiday in Phuket.
The four-time All-Australian learnt from that experience. He got to work and is now one of the best intercept marks in the AFL.
Walters and McGovern are both perfect examples of how determination and grit can alter the path you’re on.
Richmond’s Marlion Pickett took it a step further. He went from prisoner to premiership player, after debuting in a grand final.
Football is just a game to many. To me, it’s so much more.
It provides hope, fulfils dreams and inspires everyday people to do better, to be better.