My summer fling partner will be petite, busty with long hair. She will meet me in a hotel bar wearing a sexy black lace bra beneath a thin, sheer white blouse over a short black skirt with no panties. (If my Cub doesn’t have these items of clothing, we will go shopping.)The bra will create the cleavage I crave and that cleavage will be visible through her partially unbuttoned blouse.
We will meet in the bar where I will present you with a small gift, a cute little butt plug which you insert in your tight little ass when you immediately walk to the ladies room. When you return, we will enjoy a few Old Fashions before I hand you our room key. You will lead the way to our room. I will follow begins you and admire your form.
When we enter our room, you will stand motionless at the foot of our bed while I position myself behind you. I will sweep your hair off to one side of your neck to allow my to begin sensuously kissing the bare side of your neck. My hands will wander around to your breasts to see if your nipples are giving away your excitement.
My hands will reach through your hair giving you goosebumps on the back of your neck.
I will position myself on the bed between your legs where you will remain motionless. I will begin kissing the front of your neck and your face begin beckoning your tongue. I will remove your blouse and begin kissing your bare shoulders and your upper chest before I remove your bra and take each of your nipples in my mouth. I will tease each of your nipples with my lips and tongue while one of my hands reaches between your legs to gauge your enthusiasm for my touch.
When you are ready for me, I will have you lay down on our bed where I will begin kissing each of your inner thighs before I begin ever so lightning licking your clit. I will sense how you prefer me to please you by licking a little more forcefully while also gently sucking your clit until you climax for me.
You will be allowed to touch me in whatever manner you wish after your first orgasm. My wish is that you mount me cowgirl style for your next orgasm and reverse cowgirl style for your third orgasm. For your fourth orgasm, you will be fucked from behind while your hair is pulled and your ass is being spanked.
I want our sweaty bodies blended together before we decide our next sexual efforts.
Message me if you want what I described to be our reality. Inexperience disappears through experience. Practice makes perfect.
PS: Vasectomy here, no pregnancy concerns.

When I was around around 13 (2010-2014 ) I think I read a book from the school library in the UK and i fell in love with it but i can’t remember the title or find it online anywhere!
My memory of it isn’t very good as it was so long ago now.
On the cover there was a girl walking down a pier (or maybe a bridge?) and the whole cover had dark colours with a blue colour scheme and a rainy vibe and I think you could see waves crash against the pier, one of the words on the cover was fall or fell. I think she had a white dress on.
About the story I don’t remember much other than I’m pretty sure there was a teenage girl and a murder (for some reason I remember suicide but I’m not sure) and she tried to solve it, i remember that her town was on the coast by the sea as it was described a lot in the book.
I remember years ago searching it after I read it to see if there was a second part and there was a second book. When I first typed it into Google it showed me “before I fall” by Lauren Oliver so I know the titles are similar but even when I change the words around I still can’t find it.
I know I didn’t give a lot of details however I’m hoping maybe someone read it in the past or knows how to find books better and could share the title with me?
Thank you!

I met my late wife Bianca when I was a single dad to my now 28 year old daughter Sam. Bianca treated Sam as if she was her real mother and Sam shared the same amount - if not more - of love with her. Then Bianca and I had our younger daughter Julia who's 19. When Bianca got sick, Sam stepped up and offered so uch help and support. She even helped with taking care of Julia as well. This lasted til after Bianca had passed away.
The girls then for some reason started getting into lots of arguments but often times, it's Julia who gets them started. Maybe it's because she felt jealous or guilty because Sam puts lots of efforts into remembering Bianca by celebrating her birthdays, doing things to honor her and so on, while Sam doee little to nothing in comparison. She recently began throwing the words "my mom isn't your real mom" at Sam in every argument. I thought she does it to make Sam feel bad for a while but things escalated. I tried talking to Julia but she had already taken things that Sam had as momerial of her mother.
During the last argument they had, I heard Julia say to Sam that she (sam) will never be a daughter to her stepmother and that her (julia) inheriting the necklace her mom left is the ultimate proof of this statement. Ngl, I was both shocked and furious especially after listening to Sam having a breakdown and not being able to step in and help her. I kept quiet for days thinking about what happened. then I gathered them both together and decided to give the necklace to Sam since her wedding was approaching. Now Bianca did not specified who should inherit the necklace, and traditions say the biological daughter should automatically inherit it but after what I heard Julia say I just couldn't let Sam think or even believe she's less of a daughter to her mom than Julia. Julia lost it and started screaming repeatedly asking if I was being serious and yelled about how I'm playing favorites and being unreasonable. I told her since I'm the official owner of the necklace then it was my decision and said it was final. We got into an argument and Sam left. Julia got her grandparents (mother side) involved and they came at me for what I did calling it "insane" and that only blood family should inherit the necklace. They said that I'm risking damaging my relationship with Julia if I go through with this. They're expecting me to correct this but I kept putting my foot down. Now days later with Julia completely refusing to talk to me I feel like I was being harsh and unfair towards her but I just wanted to keep feeling that love and support that Bianca showed her even when she's physically here to show her.
AITA for the decision?

an immersive storytelling experience made possible with workshop
you play as any character except the junkers (they're anarchists so they don't have pro states). then you enter the doctor's office and she asks you to lie down (knocked down status effect)
then you use her ult animation to make it look like she's opening your asshole. after a few punches she tells you the results
if you failed she has to cut out your prostate with her kunai. if not you're free to go
then she wipes your ass with the ofuda animation and you get up and leave
brought to you by the creator of the overwatch dating sim (not tinderwatch, an actual dating sim with npcs. i'm really busy this year but if the game isn't dead by the end i'll continue work on a retouched version with extra characters and hammond cock and ball torture)

Rating 3.75/5
Wally Lamb is one of my all time favorites. I absolutely loved his second book 'I know This Much Is True' about twin brothers, one of whom is schizophrenic - It is invariably my all time favorite book in this genre. 'She's Come Undone' is his first novel and I thought it showed some amateurish handling of the subject matter. I am not saying I haven't enjoyed it or it is bad but while the title suggested a person - a woman/girl most likely - succumbing to the hold of a mental illness, the story is not exactly that.
Dolores Price is well crafted and moulded - Lamb has breathed life and soul into her character. This is the story of how mishaps,abuse and loss drives a young impressionable girl into the clutches of despaidepression and how she navigates back to a sure footed normal life. She becomes a slave to her culinary urges and grows incredibly obese after her father abandons them, she gets raped and mother dies in an enigmatic accident. She feels ostracized and invisible most of her adult life to her classmates and flunks out of college. Unable to deal with loneliness and depression, she makes an unsuccessful attempt at suicide. She gets into therapy, spends years in a mental institution and comes out with what the author suggests as unfinished business with the doctor. What felt unbelievable/ strange to me is how easily she was able to shake off her eating habits/cravings and depressive tendencies once she gets out of the rehab. She felt like a different person from who she was as a teenager /young adult. She definitely still had issues coping with loss,guilt and betrayal .. but nothing that would tumble her down the alley of depression a second time. She has come out stronger and invincible with a voice and judgement of her own. This alteration felt like a bit of betrayal to the characterization of Dolores Price - showing her as someone/something different from her usual self - although I admired her strength and gumption in the second part of her life!

Can we discuss how Scheana is for sure going to be the first to film with the trash? She only cares about herself and her own thirst and camera time. She even said on a podcast recently her and Raquel will need to have a conversation about everything at some point. We’re not even through the reunion and this loser is already backing down.
She 100% will film with them and I hope that we can all get on the same page and collectively admit she’s the fucking worst once that happens (for those of you that somehow still haven’t seen enough from her).
Also let’s talk about what it says about Ariana that the people she loves and surrounds herself with the most (Sandoval and Scheana) are narcissists and terrible human beings. Where I am from…. You ARE who you hang out with, just sayin….

My six-year old son recently began his transition into Ash Ketchum. I know it’s a long road, but everyone has been really supportive so far :) To parents currently going through this phase, here’s a fun story for you. There’s also an audio version of this post on Spotify/YouTube/Apple just search the title.

Pokémon trainer or cocaine smuggler? It's a fine line.

There’s a scene in the movie “Blow” with Johnny Depp where he and his cellmate are laying in bed trying to sleep. After finding out that Depp, playing real-life drug smuggler, George Jung, has been incarcerated for smuggling marijuana, his cellmate Diego climbs off his bunk and looks him square in the eye. “What do you know about cocaine?” he asks George ominously.
Everything shifts gears from that point on. George partners with Diego to become one of the most prolific cocaine smugglers in US history. His rise is swift, but once Diego betrays him, poor George loses everything and ultimately ends up back in prison.
I’ve been thinking about “Blow” a lot recently, ever since Apollo came home from school with his first Pokémon card. Unlike his interests in fishing, scavenging or gardening, this was one area where I actually felt equipped to guide him.
As a teenager in the late-90s and early-00s, I’d been swept up in the first generation of Pokémon games and cartoons. And while I hadn’t got involved in the more recent Pokémon GO craze, I was always fascinated by the crowds of people I’d see gathered on Hong Kong Island madly waving their phones around.So when he pulled the card out to show me, I was intrigued and pretty excited. “That’s cool,” I said, before crouching down to look him square in the eye.
“What do you know about Pokémon?”
We don’t get many of these opportunities as parents - something popular from our own childhood that intersects with what the kids are into now. And even though I never collected Pokémon cards, as a kid about Apollo’s age, I was obsessed with basketball cards. So combining the two took me straight behind the velvet rope.
It didn’t last long. Apollo’s enthusiasm couldn’t be matched. After our first trip to the local hobby store for two packs of cards, Pokémon was like a runaway train. The theme song to the original cartoon became our wake up call in the mornings. The piles of cards grew inches high, then into multiple stacks. Handfuls of cards were stuffed into pockets before school - new handfuls came home. Tales of lunchtime soccer games were replaced with Pokémon trading card conquests.
Like George Jung in prison, Apollo had entered with a bachelor of marijuana Lego and left with a doctorate in cocaine Pokémon.
That’s when disaster struck…
One night during the height of this Pokémon craze, his most prized cards went through the wash. After discovering this atrocity, I began peeling the cards apart and frantically laying them out on the kitchen bench to dry. I knew they couldn’t be saved, but I’d be damned if they died on my watch.
I showed my wife. The look on her face said it all - this was bad, real bad. “Are you going to tell him?” she asked. I was already considering the options. Toss the cards and play dumb? Blame him for leaving them in his pocket? Offer to replace them? None of them felt like they were going to fly.
I understood his attachment too well. I remember treating every one of my basketball cards like prized possessions. They were also social currency on the schoolyard. Pokémon was bigger than basketball though. This was a universe and these cards were its centre. For poor Apollo, this was a betrayal of the highest order…I was Diego! It was a bad situation.
When he came downstairs the next morning, I brought him to the kitchen and showed him the cards. As he surveyed the devastation, I explained what had happened. I told him that I hadn’t checked his pockets before washing his shorts. That the cards had been soaked and I took them out to dry. “It was an accident,” I said.
I let that hang in the air. It took so much not to follow it with “I’m sorry”. When his face dropped, it was even harder. “Hate me!” I thought. “I did it!” But it was an innocent mistake and I’d decided this was a moment for him to face that head on. As he inspected the cards more closely, the sadness overwhelmed him and the tears began to flow. All he could say was “My cards…” and all I could do was wrap my arms around him and stay silent. I desperately wanted him to accept it for what it was.
Apollo went to school that day without any Pokémon cards.
I was nervous for him. What would he be feeling when they ran out of the classroom at recess and lunch to trade cards? When he grasped at his pocket and there were no cards there? Wouldn’t it be better if he could tell his friends that his Dad destroyed his Pokémon? Maybe he would anyway. It stayed with me all day.
When I picked him up, I resisted saying anything and he didn’t mention it either. But later that night before bed, I found him in his room going through his other Pokémon cards. They were strewn across his bed and on the floor. I approached cautiously. “Hey Dad, check this one out. It does 120+ damage.” He handed me the card and I took a seat on the floor next to him. He ran me through a few more cards and I couldn’t resist any longer, I had to ask - “How was it today without your Pokémon cards?” He paused, as he often does when asked to recall any aspect of his school day.
“We didn’t do Pokémon today, we played soccer.” He paused again and handed me another card. “This one has 100 health but only 20 damage.”
I stared back at him with utter confusion. I’d spent the day agonising over Apollo’s feelings, filled with doubt about how he would cope with the loss of his precious cards. I proudly seized the moment as an opportunity to build his resilience and get him to accept an innocent mistake. I was Diego, wasn’t I?
As I tucked him in, he looked at me and said, “Dad, can you remember to check my pockets? Sometimes I forget things are in there.” I smiled and told him I would.
I hadn’t betrayed Apollo. At least, not in his eyes. But it was clear now that I had doubted him. And somehow, it felt worse.
He had taken the loss in his stride - accepted the mistake for what it was - and was ready to get back to business. Me, on the other hand, well I think I could learn a thing or two from him about that.
He’s going to make a great cocaine smuggler Pokémon trainer.

The main character (The new female lead) -Mc is isekaied into a novel. -When she wakes up after isekaied she is in bed with a man(the male lead / her new husband) before the mc had been isekaied The og and ml had just spent their wedding night together. The mc gets out of bed and walks over to a mirror and sees her self the male lead wakes up walks over and finds letters on the mirror stand adressed to and from the person that the female lead had just been isekaied into and to and from multiple male suitors. The fl later burns all these letters.
The person that the female lead possesses (og) - I think she had Black hair -A villainess. -She had multiple affairs -She was an amazing horse rider and won many awards for it. -Got killed in the novel by a rival king along with her husband.
-The Female lead in the novel -The male lead and her were childhood friends. -She fell in love with the king from a rival kingdom and then the king betrayed her.
The scene that I remember is that the female lead receives an anonymous letter stating that the mc needs to meet them in a set number of days in the woods, the mc doesn’t know who this letter is from as it was most likely someone that the og knew. Anyway she goes to the place and something is thrown at her from the bushes, then she completes a bunch of tasks and finally the person who was throwing the stuff from the bushes reveals himself.

In the film possession, Mark and Anna have a crumbling marriage while the two of them act increasingly erratic and deranged. When Anna vanishes, Mark meets his sons schoolteacher who seems to be a doppelgänger of his wife, though she has blonde hair and green eyes.
She seems to be everything his wife isn’t. An idealistic version of her. Where his wife refuses to read their son bedtime stories, the doppelgänger comes over and does just that.
As the movie goes on we discover the wife is having a sexual affair with some lovecraftian squid creature that she may or may not have miscarried (gave birth to?). This creature is seen to continuously grow and become more human before the very end of the movie we see Anna approach a dying Mark with his doppelgänger, dressed in all black. Due to circumstances both Ana and Mark perish and only the doppelgängers remain.
In a film riddled with confusion, I suppose I’m wondering what Ana intended for the Mark doppelgänger. She approached real mark like she was happy to replace him, but does she know about the other Ana that exists?
What are your thoughts and interpretations of the ending/doppelgänger aspect?

It was a call at midnight. A counsellor psychologist at the Tele Mental Health Assistance Centre Srinagar picks up the call.
"The caller had irresistible ideas to self-harm. He wanted to end his life and before that, he wanted to talk to someone about it,” says Areej Khalid, the counsellor at the Tele Mental Health Centre in Srinagar.
The Centre is located at the old building of the Institute of Mental Health and Neurosciences in Srinagar (IMHNS), previously called the Psychiatric Disease Hospital. The toll-free phones at the centre are buzzing, counsellors picking them up, some talking to them in Kashmiri and some in Urdu, advising the callers what to do.
That night Khalid heard the caller. “He was in terrible pain,” she says during her 30-minute break.
"I used techniques I learned during my training to achieve pause in him. I tried to create a momentary interruption to break the cycle of self-harm thinking. I am grateful that I succeeded," she says.
"I was able to take him to the safety of his family's supervision," she says. She guided him to a nearby mental health facility for further treatment and it all happened on through a call.
Later when the person called again, the crisis was over and he had started following a psychiatrist and is on weekly cognitive behavioural therapy sessions with the centre.
“The midnight calls are mostly about crisis situations with many youngsters talking about self-harming or having such thoughts,” says Khalid.
The Tele Mental Health Centre Srinagar since its establishment in October 2022 has received nearly 12,500 calls related to mental health disorders. These include around 500 “crisis interventions" in people having self-harming ideas.
The centre has a three-tier system in place. The first line is of counsellors, who receive calls from people having depression, anxiety disorders, substance abuse disorders, exam stress and other anxiety issues.
The centre has a three-tier system in place. The first line is of counsellors, who receive calls from people having depression, anxiety disorders, substance abuse disorders, exam stress and other anxiety issues.
The counsellors are all psychologists. The typical session lasts around 30 minutes but some sessions take more time.
In case the counsellors feel that any caller needs a psychiatrist’s advice, they transfer a call to a psychiatrist or a clinical psychologist on call. The third tier of the system is the Institute of Mental Health and Neurosciences in Srinagar (IMHNS
“It started slowly but now we receive around 100 calls in a day and most of these calls are from women,” says Khalid, who like other counsellors has been trained at the National Institute of Mental Health and Neuro-Sciences Banglore and IMHANS Srinagar. She says if the counsellor comes to the conclusion that the caller needs medicine, or having a recurring panic attack, the counsellor transfers the call to the psychiatrist or clinical psychologist on the call.
While 70 per cent of mental health distress calls are handled by the counsellors themselves, 30 per cent of calls are escalated to the consultants.
“Most of the calls are stress related. We also get calls from those persons already diagnosed with mental disorders like anxiety and OCD,” says Suriya Sanam, another counsellor.
The calls also reflect the prevailing mental health situation in Kashmir. There has been a rise in mental health cases in Kashmir in the past thirty years of conflict.
According to a study “Mental health in Kashmir: conflict to COVID-19” 45% of Kashmir's adult population (1.8 million) is suffering from some form of mental distress. There is a high prevalence of depression (41%), anxiety (26%), post-traumatic stress disorder (19%), and 47% had experienced some trauma.
“Our counselling is affordable and we are just a call away. That might be the reason people feel it much more secure to call and confide to us,” Sanam says. She says that the highest number of calls revived in a day was 160 when an advertisement about the Tele Mental Health services had come up in widely circulated local English daily of Kashmir.
“We also get calls from persons involved in substance abuse. We receive such distressing calls during the night hours,” says Sanam.
Over the years Kashmir has seen a spike in substance abuse cases and the government is considering drug abuse as one of the serious issues.
According to the latest survey, “Prevalence and Pattern of Substance Use Disorders in Ten Districts of Kashmir” carried out by the IMHANS, Kashmir, the Valley has an estimated sizable population of 67 468 substance-dependent individuals. While opioid dependence prevalence in all the 10 districts of Kashmir is 2.23% and the total number of opioid dependents is estimated to be 52 404 in the Kashmir valley making it an epidemic.
At the Tele Mental Health Assistance Centre of Srinagar, 19 counsellors are on the job in different shifts throughout the week catering to different calls. All these counsellors are women.
Dr Patley Rahul, an Assistant Professor at the NMHANS Banglore, says people who call the centre and open up about their self-harm thoughts are the most important calls. “These are the kind of patients who need attention and care. The suicidal thoughts are fleeting thoughts. These thoughts stay unless there is some intervention done,” he says
“In this respect, Srinagar centre is doing exceptionally well,” he says.
“When someone is in distress they want a listening ear. This calms them down and also motivates them to avail the psychiatric services. That is the whole idea of Tele Mental Health services,” he adds.
The Srinagar centre is now considered a model centre among 22 centres. These centres are coordinated by the National Institute of Mental Health and Neuro-Sciences a medical institution in Bangalore.
Dr Rahul says the data of Srinagar Centre is impressive. “How the counsellors have handled nearly 500 suicide calls shows their competence,” he adds. “We are thinking to replicate this model in other centres of the country,” Dr Rahul says.
The Tele Mental Health service concept came after Covid-19 in 2020 lockdown when everything was shut and availing of medical facilities became a tough challenge. In October 2023 the concept took shape after the government of India under NHRM opened these centres in 22 states across India. Of 22 centres, the Centre at the IMHNs is the only centre that is fully functional.
Dr Arshad Hussain, professor at the Institute of Mental Health and Neurosciences in Srinagar (IMHNS), says the past six months' performance of the Tele Mental Health Service has two messages, quantitative and qualitative.
“The quantitative statement is nearly 12500 people have sought help regarding mental health issues second highest in the country meaning thereby that this mode of Mental Health delivery has acceptance in our society. And qualitatively these calls have a life-saving potential statement as pause has been achieved and these people have been linked to mental health services," he says
"They definitely have chances of better outcomes if comprehensive safety plan and treatment is done following a pause," he says.
While he concedes that the tendency to self-harm is a very complex problem and a mere pause is not enough, he says, "We need to treat underlying mental health issues in many of them to save lives.”
"We have been able to link most of them to the nearest mental health service and pause can act as mental health first aid for such people," Dr Hussain says.
“We are able to give first aid. We are able to achieve linkages. There are people who don’t know where to go. We guide these people to avail mental health facilities. Thus we create linkages,” he says.
Dr Hussain says initially women callers outnumbered men but now men are catching up as well. "Our centre is unique in the whole of India with more female callers. It is in sync with what we see at OPD at the hospital. Most of our patients are women,” he says.
Besides, as the counsellors are women, women prefer to call them. “Maybe they feel more empathy and maybe through word of mouth they ask others to avail of such services,” says Khalid smiling.

https://www.outlookindia.com/culture-society/from-the-listening-post-of-mental-health-distress-calls-in-srinagar-weekender_story-287839

Tonight we were invited over to a friend’s house. My husband was there before me and I came there with my car.
When I get there, I park behind the friend’s (male if that matters) car. My husband tells me to move the car and park on the other side of the parking. The friend says, no it’s ok, let her stay there. Husband again says just move it there and the friend say no it’s ok, it’s fine where it is. So I leave the car there. Because it’s the friends house and he’d know best where I should keep it right?
I get out of the car and notice my husband is quiet and staying to the side, not speaking to me. I go to him and say what’s wrong. He tells me he’s annoyed that I didn’t listen to him. That I should listen to my husband.
Seriously? Am I missing something here? Is it that big of a deal? The whole night my mood was ruined when I was excited to see everyone. And had to act all cheery when I wasn’t.
When we get home, I told him I didn’t think something so small like parking a car would be that big of an issue. I don’t understand why he’s making a big deal of it.
He says it is a big deal that I listened to what someone else said and not him. And says there’s no point in talking about it and we should just forget about it now. So he wants to sweep it under the rug.
Problem is, we do a lot of sweeping under the rug. Just dismiss issues because he doesn’t see my point or I see his.
Like the time we were with friends and my 4 year old was having a tantrum and wasn’t quieting down with me so I asked my husband if he could try. He spoke to me like a child in front of everyone and said “I’m talking”. I got caught off guard and said ok when you’re done, and again he said “ok, I’m talking” embarrassing me in front of everyone. When we talked about that, he again said we see it differently and to just leave it.
Or when he got upset that I wouldn’t accept his ex’s friend request when we were newlyweds. Turned his back on me all upset because I said no.
Our marriage has so many of these little things that have been swept under the rug.
Should I just ignore them because they’re small and my husband in general is a good man?
I feel like tonight I’m just getting over it all. I don’t want to sleep in the same bed. Yeah what happened today is a small issue in the grand scheme of things but they keep piling on.
Any advice is welcome.

I'm new in this sub reddit so maybe I'm doing this wrong and this isn't the right sub to post it but the blood won't reach the river sooo...
I recently remembered watching a movie when I was 10 or 11 that really struck me as weird. I'd like to find it because I'm a collector of weird movies and this movie really creeped me out as a kid.
For context, I watched the movie on 2017 or 18, I believe. I vaguely recall the movie being religious. It had a very creepy and stillted CGI animation, so it maybe was from the early 2000s, or maybe it just had a small budget. The movie was in Spanish (I'm from Spain) but I'm pretty sure it was not a Spanish film.
So, the movie started with the two protagonists as kids. One of them (I'll call him Man-A) was a white rich kid and had blue eyes and blond hair, while the other one (Man-B) was dark-skinned (I think middle-eastern but he could have been black) and was the son of one of the maids in Man-A's house. The Maid told a story to the two kids about a mysterious artifact (I can't remember what it was), that was protected in a faraway island by a lion and a giant bird. The artifact was locked behind three rooms: The first room was full of fire, the second one full of poisonous gas and the third one full of knives. If you got past the two guarding animals, you'd have to use three keys to put away the fire, ventilate the gas and retract the knives. The two boys were fascinated with the tale but (and this I might be misremembering) the father didn't aprove of the Maid filling his son's head with fairy tales and fired her and her son.
The movie continues some years ago. Man-A is already an adult and he has shipwrecked in an island, which coincidentally is the same from the tale (I don't remember if he shipwrecked in it by accident or if he deliberately was searching for it and just shipwrecked and had luck). He decides to talk to the people living them but they alll run away from him, except a beggar, who wore goggles and had red skin (not in a racist kind of sense, his skin was literally red or pink), who explains in the island they are afraid of people with blue eyes. The beggar proposes Man-A to cover his eyes with a blindfold and pretend to be a blind man, and since he is much younger and handsome than he is, he must help him beg, and in return the Beggar will guide through the island. Man-A accepts, and is able to get some coins, which the Beggar tried to con him out of them but he is smart and isn't fooled.
From here forward I only remember parts of the movie: Man-A found one of the keys in the rubbles of a house. He also finds out Man-B is trying to find the other keys to get the artifact. At some point he meets a 10 year old princess, who proposes a deal: If he can sneak her out of the palace and show her the real world, she'll give him a magic candy that makes him able to speak with the lion and calm it. At some point the Beggar reveals he had blue eyes all along and was covering them with the goggles. Man-A found another key and decided to attempt to enter the pyramid in which the artifact was found. On the sky, Man-B was flying with the giant bird, because he had previously gotten a feather who made the bird obedient. Man-A and B had a fight but they eventually reconciled and used Man-A's two keys to open the rooms, and Man-B reveals that he had the third key. They find the artifact.
As a kid this movie really scared me. I didn't usually get scared by films but this one really affected me for some reason. I mostly remember the lion being very scary, due to outdated CGI and having a roar so off-putting that was uncanny. The characters were all very uncanny, looking like plastic dolls (or somethign straight out of cryptoland) and the knive room was so violent that unnerved me.
Please help a poor bastard find this movie, I want to rewatch it again due to just how utterly weird it was. i've tried googling it or even using ChatGPT but I couldn't find anything. I'd be really thankful if you found it. Maybe you could enjoy it too.

I'm 33. I never knew what to do with myself, never had a passion for something and I ended up in a field that I don't love but sometimes I enjoy. Money was ok.
8 months ago, I had a work accident, the company did support me only after I got a lawyer and only with the surgery cost - but it was all super expensive because I had to do it in a different country.
I spent months at home, alone, going out only for PT. I started work after 2 months super freaked out that I will get fired, my creativity was down and I couldn't work properly. PT got increasingly more challenging and I am tired all the time but I need to do it.
My dog got sick and it cost all my savings to save him.
My bf works 24/7 because he has a low paying job and his father has cancer and all money goes on his treatment. He doesn't take care of himself as in wears dirty clothes, doesn't take a shower etc, so we had 0 sex. When I did want to try again, I realised my endometriosis is back and I might need another surgery.
Also my mom's health is not good but she kinda hid it (now I feel bad for saving the dog) and she is exhausted from caring for my grandma (her mother in law) and father - who is super old fashioned and lazy. He does no chores and makes money only for house bills. My mom does all the heavy lifting.
I am so behind at work, so tired all the time probably because of the mental load, I go to therapy but I feel everything keeps getting worse. The work accident, then endometriosis and no sex cuz it hurts too bad, then the dog illness plus now I take care of it, my mom is not well and my dad is a lazy asshole, that I am also worried about because his health is shit. He is having a gold bladder removal tomorrow and I wouldn't be surprised if something this simple causes complications for him.
I used to have a mediocre life and go on a vacation a year, worry about easy stuff. Now I am in debt, with probably one more year of PT ahead for my knee and, everyone around me is sick too, even the dog.
I feel like there is no light in sight. I feel like crying when friends share photos from their vacations and walks on our group Whatsapp group.
What helped you go through difficult times in life? How did you keep your hope alive and had motivation to oush through?
No one is coming. There is no prince charming who will fall in love with me and get me out of this shithole. No rich connected friend who can offer me a better job. No miracle course that can get me a higher earning job in 6 months. I just need to stay focused and take it one at a time. But it's so damn hard. I don't know how to do it. I feel so alone and miserable and I want a good life for myself.

Based on story leaks and by her cameo in Valhalla, we know that at some point during mirage, Roshan will have a falling out with Basim, that will lead her to desert/be expelled from the Hidden ones' brotherhood of Baghdad. In addition we also know that she survives mirage and lives all the way to Valhalla, when she meets with Eivor, though we don't know much about what she did during that time.
A hypothesis i had about her though is that when we meet her in Valhalla she is not only no longer a member of the Hidden ones' brotherhood, but neither a believer of the Hidden ones'creed.
Infact, based on the fact that we don't really know on what specific date or year the Valhalla cameo takes place (we know its definitely some point after the raven clan arrives in Britain meaning 872 and before Eivor leaves for Vinland meaning 888) i think its highly possible that when we meet roshan in Valhalla she could be working secretly with Ælfred to establish the new templar order by, to quote her; "planting a seed in Jerusalem", which could mean a lot of things, but considering that historically, of the two main factions, it was the templars and not the assassins that originated in the city of Jerusalem, it would be safe to assume that she likely experienced a form of disillusionment that led to her abandoning the creed, although while continuing to fight the order, until she learned that there was a certain renegade grand Maegister of a branch of the of the order, in a far away misty island in the north sea that was once ruled by the great roman empire, who seeked to destroy the heretical ways of the order of the ancients and form a new one from its ashes.
This would likely attract her to meet with this grand Maegister, as she would be seeking a mew way of life and belief going forward in her life, and it could be highly possible she would find common footing with Ælfred before joining up with "the poor fellow soldiers of Christ".
Also the answer as to why she would go all the way to Jerusalem to plant the document which she refers to as "a seed", the answer is simple.
To quote Ælfred Rex on his idealized version of the Templar order; "A universal and Divine order, Inspired by god for the betterment of man"
Ælfred seemed to have intended to make the templars a more pious version of the order of ancients, and more moral one as well, even though we know that his plan would eventually backfire down the line, but as far as he was concerned, the best way to set the foundations of a holy order, would not be in a pagan infested Britain, but in the birthplace of the Christian religion. Jerusalem. And who would be more suited to plant those foundations in the holy land if not someone like Roshan who had likely traveled there in the past and was familiar with the area?

Dear God I don't even know who feeds this crap to my mom but if you know please cite a source. So this is how the argument went.
I've been getting into history reading about the punic wars. I went down an archeology rabbit hole and into fake archeology ending up on the miniminuteman Baghdad battery debunk. Great series. shamless plug. check him out.
So far so good. My mom agrees that's all fake. But asks why it's a conspiracy. So I off the cuff say it has to do with the rediculous ancient aliens and she laughs again.
Mom "Yeah the ufos only started recently"
Me "Oh you mean like people reported them like roswell"
Mom "Well we know what they really are"
GFDI! so this her code for "its Satan but I have a hair of an idea how insane this sounds." I hear it alot.
Me "mom why would Satan impersonate aliens"
Mom "so when they land they can tell the government to initiate a sunday law."
We got in a fight and I left. It did not get more coherent. Apparently Satan can fake all of Jesus miracles except the 2nd coming from the sky so instead of a heavenly host unfurling the earth like a scroll a televised close encounter will have to do. The ufos so far are him... working out the kinks?
Yes my mom is bipolar and very unmedicated but this was nuts even by her standards. Do any other SDA parents have these theories?

“The shield that defends needs a sword by its side”
- Mech Core Pilot's Motto.
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Churk was going to die.
He was going to die, and his brood left behind were going to be enslaved.
He was going to die, and with him his race’s history, achievements and technology would also die out.
They would all be turned into the organic robots his enemy used to power its military might.
Churk’s people were known as the Algeen’s. The Algeen’s were frog-like people, they had four arms and two legs, with large hands and feet. Fiercely intelligent, obscenely democratic, unbelievably green.
Their whole population got an equal vote on any measure of policy or governmental decision, a slow and ponderous system, but one which worked. Once they had gracefully colonized over a thousand planets. Then the Tide came and generations later, on their battered and bruised Homeworld, they were making their final stand. One world left of the most civilized civilization.
The Tide were slavers, but they had been at it for millennia now. Absorbing, enslaving, and breeding thousands of species and races. Making them all part of a homogeneous whole. No one outside of the Tide themselves knew who the original species was, and maybe no one in the Tide knew either. It was possible that they still existed, at the very top of the slavery food chain, being served by those they considered lesser and treated horribly. But it was equally possible that a slave lead rebellion had seen fit to absorb them as they had been absorbed. An ouroboros of cultural erasure and brutal labour camps.
Five hundred metres from Churk’s position, stood the product of those labour camps. Two Tide mech’s which were currently powering towards him and his squad, Churk had little delusions about how effective his semi-fortified engineer’s depo was going to be in protecting their lives. Suddenly his neural link lit up with new high priority information, he was not to engage the enemy, reinforcements were on their way.
While he was glad he didn’t have to engage the enemy (as the ordinance he had at his disposal would have been ineffective against the heavy armour of the Tide machines) the order didn’t make any sense, and so he queried it.
“Reinforcements? What reinforcements? Who’s left?” He responded. As there was no one currently available to respond to his query the over-stretched AI superintendent replied in as basic and succinct method as possible.
“An orbital drop-pod enroute. Contents: One mech. Mech rating: Classified. Mech model: Classified. Mech origin: Classified. Pilot: Anna ‘Sustain’ Finand. Species: Human.” Rattled off the AI in his head.
A mind-numbing list containing more questions than answers. Human? The Algeen’s had included as many species as possible in their attempts to create a force equal to that of the Tide’s, but as far as he knew all of them apart from the Roc’s had been wiped out. He hadn’t heard of humanity before, and how the hell had they managed to get orbital assets in position? The battle for their home world’s skies had been lost months ago. Most importantly, how the hell was one mech going to win against two Tide models?
The Tide had a clear technological advantage over the Algeen’s, most prominently displayed in any of the many mech battles which had taken place throughout the war, whether that be on the ground or in the void. The Tide’s powerplants were three times as efficient as Algeen models, and their anti-gravity/ inertia damping technology was twice as efficient. This allowed the Tide’s mechs to pack on armour and energy shields, creating hulking tanks which moved as easily as the Algeen’s mechs but had a one to four advantage in a fair fight.
A massive crash signalled to Churk that he was about to get his answers, and he eagerly peered into the dust cloud that had formed around the human mech, waiting to see the sort of beast which had come to his (and indeed his entire species) aid. Hope flared ever so briefly, only to be crushed when a familiar silhouette appeared: That of an Algeen mech.
The rounded, purple armour. The gleaming blue sensor nodes. The dome like head. The large feet. Algeen through and through, maybe even an older design from mid-way through the war. One that prioritised speed over armour, a costly mistake. There were however a few differences:
For one, the mech had been heavily modified. Additional armour had been removed from the torso and right arm. A weird cage-like attachment had been crudely added to the front of the mech's thighs and shins. The mech still had its energy shield, but it was now held in the left hand instead of being permanently attached to the mech's chest.
The shoulder armour had been replaced with a series of tubes which looked rather spikey when grouped together, some sort of smoke or grenade launchers perhaps?
Its only armament was a single sword in its right hand. This was particular. For one, it was the only item on the mech that was clearly neither Algeen nor was it of the Tide. It was a dull grey blade, looking more like an oversized cleaver then a sword. Its handle was unadorned and had not even been painted to separate its likeness from that of the rest of the blade. The entire thing was made of one single piece of metal, and while Churk did not know it at that very moment, it had been simply pressed into shape.
Its edge was barely sharp enough to cut, leaving the entire weapon closer to a bat them a knife. By Algeen and Tide standards it was brutally crude. Utterly remorseless in its hatred for elegant craftsmanship. It was a pipe bomb in comparison to a hand grenade. But like a pipe bomb: it was lethal.
Churk watched with equal parts dread and (what he felt to be) misplaced hope as the Algeen mech charged its superior counterparts.
He didn’t know it at the time, but he would speak of the following battle for many years to come.
The human mech launched towards the Tide machines; dust flaring underneath it’s artificially lightened footsteps. It’s strategic removal of armour had made the machine’s already impressive performance even more pronounced, and while its speed surprised the two Tide operators, it did little to unnerve them.
These two operators had seen enough fighting to know one Algeen machine was of little concern, and its missing armour only further reinforced their confidence.
They must have pulled that thing straight out of a repair bay. Thought the pilot of the foremost Tide mech.
These Tide mechs represented a standard advanced scouting group, consisting of one heavy, ranged mech and one light, melee machine. As scouts these mechs would only engage when they had the advantage. But on Algeen Prime, there wasn’t a single Tide scout group that didn’t have the advantage. How the two would operate was simple, the light mech would push out to the front and engage any oncoming mechs, closing quickly to force the enemy into a melee fight. Meanwhile the ranged mech would perform counter-battery and point defence operations: shooting down oncoming missiles and retaliating in kind with its own.
Tide mechs wanted a melee. They always wanted a melee.
Churk didn’t know why exactly. For while it was true that the Tide saw a distinct advantage over Algeens in melee combat, many of their mech units would choose to engage in a melee fight even when they could have as easily dispatched their enemies from afar. Maybe they just found it fun? For the Algeen race it was obvious that the Tide mech operators had been trained extensively on sword combat, even before this war had taken place, and no Algeen could win against a Tide in a fair fight.
As the war progressed the Algeen’s had tried to level the playing field in this aspect, bringing in veterans to teach new operators how to properly utilise a blade. But the icy fact was that swordsmanship had died out long ago in Algeen society (for what modern, enlightened society could possibly keep such a thing alive?) and could not be resurrected in a timely matter. At least, not on the sort of scale they needed if they were to compete against the Tide.
Of course, neither an Algeen nor a Tide Thrall had seen a human wield a blade before. Human swordplay techniques had been forged in the flames of thousands of battles; and like a candle lit from that flame, had been preserved generation after generation. No one had expected that the fires which forged such skill would ever be relit, but it was on Algeen Prime that one small candle found the sort of kindling its ancient creators could not have even imagined.
The Algeen and the Tide machine finally met on the field of battle, with the Tide’s long-range support not having fired a single shot. The Tide machine used its superior power output to slash its sword down, the piloting hoping to knock the sword from the human mech’s clearly loose grip.
It was a surprise to all when the human mech flicked its blade up to deflect the blow, keeping its grip loose as it did so, letting the momentum of the blade do the necessary dirty work. Had a human been deflecting a blow like this, doing so would have reduced the amount of force (and hence, energy) necessary to block the blow. Allowing the fighter to keep their strength up, to persist in the melee for far longer than a less skilled counterpart.
On a mech muscle fatigue was less of a concern. However not resisting the full force of the blow vastly reduced strain on the framework, motors, and anti-gravity pods of the machine. In a long battle the kind of strain that comes from blocking each and every blow can destroy a mech far more thoroughly than even the most devastating sword or missile strike.
Furthermore, deflecting the strike had another key advantage: It positioned the Human's blade for a slashing follow up. Like a snake striking the human's blade leap for the Tide mech, a potent mixture of surprise and heavy armour preventing the operator from recovering in time: The Human's blade connected with a stunning yet well aimed ferocity. The blow exploited the gap in the Tide mech's armour at the armpit. A well-known weakness which the Algeen were rarely able to exploit.
The blade cut deep, severing several of the thick black cables which sent power down the opposing mech's arm. Like cutting into a ligament, the Tide Mechs right arm (sword included) slumped down, as the antigravity modules cut out due to lack of power and its motors struggled to lift the now considerably heavier arm. Completely blindsided by the ferocious attack and now lacking an effective sword arm, the Tide pilot responded in sudden desperation: twisting his mech at its hips, the pilot slammed his own weak and heavily armoured arm into the Algeen mech which had wounded it so.
This may have seen the Tide mech retake the initiative in battle, and with it the advantage. But the Tide pilot wasn't facing an Algeen pilot, and the human who had been training for this mission for the past three years saw the wild attack coming from a galaxy away.
Ducking before the Tide mech even began its twist, the human pilot successfully dodged the incoming attack. Only instead of leaving it there she followed up the movement by striking the upper thigh of the Tide mech with the pommel of her sword.
The ball joint located there had been studied by human engineers who, it must be stated, had a better grasp on how to break things then their Algeen counterparts: the joint shattered under the force of the well-placed blow and the stresses the wild swing with an overloaded arm had placed on the machine.
Churk couldn't believe his eyes as the machine crumpled into an awkward heap: with just two well placed blows the mech pilot had managed to take down a significantly better equipped target. His men behind him cheered, but he didn't. The friendly mech wasn't out of the woods yet, and there was still a lot of ground to clear between the fallen melee mech, and its ranged counterpart.
Churk could scarcely breathe as the Tide ranged mech readied itself for a missile salvo. A single Tide missile was capable of wiping out the Algeen mech, but they never fired a single missile. Churk clenched his teeth tight as his men stopped cheering and looked on with horror as smoke began streaking over the battlefield, signalling the death that was currently barrelling for their only hope.
Inside the outmatched Algeen mech however, the human pilot only smiled.
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We had to go somewhere today. So yesterday, when we were taIking about it I proposed a faster way than she always uses. This must've damaged her authority lol. She started insulting me, called me stupid and bunch of other stuff and called my way shitty. I tried explaining(big mistake expecting her to understand) how she's always trying to degrade or humiliate me. She can't take any word about how she did something wrong so she started increasing her voice and just didn't let me talk. So I did the same with anger. And i also called her stupid too. She got mad, my brother tried separating us but she's more powerful than anyone home. Like she's double the weight of me and also my brother. She hit me a couple of times than proceeded to choke me. My brother shoved him this time and i said i would call the police. Brother defended her to calm her down, she left the room saying stuff about god(I don't know how to translate it directly but it's like I can't do anything about this situation let god take care of you - Allah'a havale ediyorum). Anyways she left the room. And i cried for the first time in 3 years or so. I didn't hold myself this time
She also told my younger brother that she will never forgive me. Oh yeah? So you're the victim huh?

Hi folks. This isn't a major issue, just more of an odd mystery that has my exotics, but not highly specialised in chickens, vets stumped.
Species: Chicken Age: 6 Sex/Neuter status: intact, long term Suprelorin implant use Breed: hybrid commercial layer Body weight: 1.8kg ish History/Clinical signs: James (yes, she is female) is a rescue battery hen. She came to me 4.5yrs ago, so when she was around 18m, with a pendulous crop. It could not contract at all. I've managed it with all the usual things like diet adjustments, massages, anti-fungal creams, and a "crop top" she wears most nights and sometimes through the day (also recently started her on emeprid, 1ml q12h, and simethicone to relieve pressure from gas). She had a some other issues (kidney shaped eggs that were often massive double yolkers, a small mass of puss in a "dent" an inch or two into her cloaca) and so I opted to put her on suprelorin after about 6 months. The large size implants (12 month) last over a year for her.
I noticed that at some point her crop began contracting. I put it down to just healing from whatever trauma might have caused the problem in the first place. But when her suprelorin wears off her crop no longer empties at all over night. It just balloons up. Within 48hrs of a new implant going in, her crop starts emptying again.
So I'm really just curious about the mechanism involved here. My vets don't know, and aren't concerned given that the Suprelorin helps, not hinders. She doesn't lay when the suprelorin wears off. Her teeny tiny comb gets a little bit bigger, that's it.
I've got to take another hen for her final checkup at the vet school tomorrow after a big op, and will be asking them. I'll report back if they have anything to say, if anyone is curious. Duration: lifelong
Thanks in advance, and I hope you either know the answer, or it gives you something interesting to thing about.