Body rubs in oc

Full Disclosure: This is a rave review; I was swept away by the experience.
The original Spy Museum was a modest collection downtown DC. I saw the film "Lives of Others" there after it came out, but I was not swept away by what they had to show. The new and greatly expanded International Spy Museum has a full building next to L'Enfant Mero Station and is a stunning and professional presentation. Unlike the recently closed NEWSEUM, they appear to be making it in a town where most attractions are free, such as the several Smithsonian Institution museums.
The craft is traced back to Biblical times and is indeed international, not just focused on the US. It is unflinching about the failures, such as those that led to the Bay of Pigs fiasco. The large East German portion is magnificent, with some unretouched sections of the Berlin Wall, without the asbestos-packed pipes at the top, designed so that an athletic person could not just grab a corner and pull himself up and over. The range of hardware and chemical resources devoted to protecting the "Farmers' and Worker's Paradise" is a thing of wonder. The much less wonderous East German Trabant auto, two stroke and with a fiberglass body, is also described, to include the 12 year wait to get one of them.
The admission price is steep, $29.00 plus tax for adults, with reductions for seniors and military and students. Admission is by timed entrance, and the place is open daily from 9:00 AM to 7:00 PM. There is no snack bar or restaurant, but there is an expansive gift shop.
So, my strong recommendation is yes, go ahead and spring for the tickets to get in, and enjoy an espionage-oriented trip through human history, warts and all.

Introducing the first originally Steel-type Pokémon
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204: Pineco
Hey look, it's a pinecone! That... happens to be bug type?
Okay I wouldn't diss it that way. Pineco actually is a pretty cool concept when you consider it's ecology and such. It's a tiny bug that lives in trees and steels bark to weld into a protective shell to protect it from birds. That's actually really creative and interesting! Too bad it... looks nothing like that concept. And it took until Scarlet & Violet for it to actually show up in trees.
I don't deny that Pineco is an interesting idea, but in the realm of creative and wacky designs, the visual presentation behind it makes it a lot more forgettable than basically everything else Johto throws out. This region is weird, okay? And buried under a mountain of single stage Pokémon with wild design, is a single blue pinecone with a completely plain body and a pair of eyes. This is too generic aesthetically to fit into Mario Bros and that's saying something.
Nonetheless, it has some cool concepts and behaviors, but it's just not visually interesting enough to leave the C Tier behind, I feel. It's alright but it's hard to feel anything toward it except that it's there.
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205: Forretress
Hey look, it's... not a pinecone. Seriously?
Listen, I get it, the bagworm inside upgraded from bark to... metal, but we also don't really get a clear picture of how that happened or where it found the metal. Beyond that... despite not actually being a pinecone, the pinecone was literally the only visually distinctive attribute - the way the evolution throws that out complete without a trace is just... disjointed. Rather than making the two feel like a cohesive line, they feel like separate Pokémon which is... unfortunately super standard for Johto.
I mean seriously. How many single stag Pokémon have we covered? But rather than giving any of those anything, let's let the Pinecone suddenly gain armor.
Uh... the name is cool at least. Forest, Fortress, Forretress. Neato. Also, the metal textures look beautiful in Scarlet and Violet. Hey can anyone tell I like Scarlet and Violet yet?
Anyway, C Tier. Behind Pineco, but not by much.
For information on this series like tier definitions, the archives, and rankings, see this master doc. The last post was on Girafarig, which can be found here.
If you'd like to see more content like this, also check out Emi's version which runs in parallel: Emi's Version.
~Toad

We dated for 5 years, he used to love me so much in the beginning and then he started cheating on me, why did he do it?
We fought a lot because of it and our relationship spoilt. I was very insecure and I used to yell at him for cheating on me but I loved him. I really did that's why it used to hurt me. He used to keep asking for chance only for him to do it again. He was hitting on another girl for marriage just because shes rich. And fast forward to 5 years he found some other girl and he dumped me, he forgot everything , he has blocked me and is very happy with his life. And its me who feels the loss of the relationship.
I moved from another country for him, I left everyone for him and in the end he only left me. I am not able to take this. I feel like giving up. I wanted to marry him, takecare of him. I always wanted to be there for him but it's all gone now.
He comes back, only to sleep with me. And I feel so hurt knowing that he just wants my body. Where did all the love go? He unblocks me only to sext me or when he's horny, once he's done he tells me that he can't be texting me and blocks me and this thing has been going on since months. I really love him and I think I might get him back if he keeps coming back to me. I am really attached to him, I don't know what helps at this point. Please get me out of this mess, i want to live.

TW mention of self harm and suicidal thoughts
" Glass children are those who are growing up in a home where a sibling takes up a disproportionate amount of parental energy "
Well. Disclaimer : I am not a child, alright, I am 20. But I've been thinking a lot about the last 10 years of my life, and I am, as much as it pains me, a glass child and I've been since my sister's born.
Of course, at first, it was (I thought) only because I was the first born, the big sis, you know.
But 3 years ago, my sister discovered Tik Tok. Everyone knows Tik Tok, right? Well, we all know what kind of stuff we can find on that app! I, myself, found the description of a "glass child" there. I use Tik Tok frequently.
My sister always had problems with her friends. When she was younger, she was always in the middle of some arguing between two or three girls, never really had a day where she wasn't coming home with what I call "girl's gangs" problems (you know when two best friends suddenly split and get mad and get other friends to form like alliances and stuff to b*tch on the others? Ya know, old stuff, we've all been there).
She was never wrong in those situations. She was coming home laughing about how she was the peacemaker and never creating problems of some sort. Thing is, I know my sister. Like the back of my hand. Alright? I just... know when she's lying. Still, to this day, she always brags about how good she is to manipulate people and make them do what she wants. Alrighty girl, weird flex.
Well, she got to high school (what we call secondary one in Canada), and then, she started having anxiety. Like panic attacks and all? I've had those, still do these days, so I understood. I became her protector, her therapist, calming her down when my mother critized her for exagerating. I knew what to do, and I gave up all my energy to take care of her, of her mental health, as a good old sister does.
She made it to the second year of high school (secondary 2) with difficulties. Panic attacks again and all. 3 years ago, as I said, she discovered Tik Tok. I know Tik Tok and its algorithm : there are specific fyp where you can find videos about the same topic over and over again. I suspect she was in a dark side of Tik Tok, a depressed one, where you can see all sort of sad/depressing things and stories (I know, I've been there too, now trying to avoid it as much as I can because it affects me mentally and I start spiralling).
Cutting her hair short ( I guess the "funny mentally hill" trend where you cut your hair on a headbutt and dye it, I know, been there too).
Sexuality explored too. Like she was trans for a while and wanted us to call her another name (she isn't anymore, she told me so about 3 months in). I always respected her choices and calling her what she wanted to be called at that time. She was a kid, she was 13, so she was discovering herself and her preferences and all. No problem with that.
She started hanging out with some people like that too. She had a non-binary friend, a trans one, a furry one, etc. She was having fun with them. Great people. She finally had a group.
Some of them, however, had the same experiences we all hear about on Tik Tok. You know, some of them not in a great home, or in a bad relationship with parents, depression, anxiety. Hate to say it, but you know those people on Tik Tok who (unfortunatly) are bullied on the internet for being... like... huuuuh (wondering how to say that without insulting anyone) like stereotypical? Like... you know those who wants a cat litter in a classroom in a unironical way? Some of her friend were a little extremist on that plan. Again, never really bothered me.
We have two parents, a mom and a dad. They divorced when I was 7. My sister was 3. They never fought in front of us, never heard them, it was really a suprise. They went their separate ways. Me and my sis got used to go to each of them for a week, and then go back to the other for a week. It was fine, working good. My parents are both accountants, my mom teaching it too. I had a strong disagreement with my mom in 2019 about one of her (numerous) boyfriends. The only one i really hated with all my heart. This resulted in me leaving her house for about a year. My sis was still doing 1 week/1 week. Apart of that, my parents are pretty basic ones, never abused us and we always had everything we needed.
I started college. I loved it, still do, and was finally starting my life as an adult, I started a great job, was doing good in school and... was still helping my sister and my parents with her anxiety/ panic attacks. Even learn in my degree how to deal with people who disorganize.
Then, the cutting started. A lot of her friend were doing it, she told me. And then she started having those episodes where she was cutting herself. Never with something sharp, like a knife or else. But with like compass and crayons? Then, she started having suicidal thoughts. Then, and that is where it all went down, she called 911 for suicidal thoughts. She was home alone and the police called my mom.
What had she done? Scratch herself... with a pencil.
I've had panic attacks before. And suicidal thoughts that crossed my mind but I never acted on them. Never. And I can't imagine myself doing it. I talked about it, of course, with my best friend, someone I trusted and it was making me feel better. How did I know my sister was doing that and having those thoughts? She just said it, casually, at dinner with the whole family. Like... girl? It really got the mood down, everyone worried and she was like... glowing? I don't know how to say it.
She was always a bit dramatic and had a way of making everything about herself, but it was never about negative things. More like flexing a good grade or whatever. She was always talking about how depressed she was, how she was suicidal, and the things she was saying were... like straight up a depressing tik tok. Like one day I found something she said ( I think it was like "you don't understand how this feels it is like blablabla i don't remember) WORD FOR WORD in a Tik Tok. It is like she wasn't expressing her feelings, but made up phrases you find on the Internet when you type "panic attacks" or "depression".
After a second call to 911 for taking 10 advils, she got admitted to psychiatry. At that time, I was watching my parents fall appart, running around to appointments for her, my dad having stress acnea (at 45) and both of them exhausted. It was a real drama. Everyone in the family talked about it. It was the only subject of discussion, the only thing that was on everyone's mind.
I was hanging out my seat in class with my phone on my belly to be sure to feel it vibrate if something happened. We were all in a bad place.
And then, we got a diagnosis of autism.
I'm sorry, what? Where does that come from? I mean, alright, we'll deal with that one.
But then. That's where all went down for me. Sis started therapy, changed school, went to an adapted classroom for people like her and with disabilities. My parents were still all over the place.
Except where I needed them.
I was 18, at that time, starting adulthood. I have ADHD. It is really hard for me to respect a schedule, think about every appointments I have, every homework, every luggage I can't forget to bring to mom's or to dad's. I was also giving my all in school, never missed anything, straight A's and working my ass off.
I started realising that everytime my parents texted me was to ask/talk about my sis.
Every. Single. Time.
They'd ask me to bring my sister her lunch that she forgot, to go get her when she was down, or get her to her appointments like I didn't have a whole fu**ing life I was trying so hard to keep on line.
I gave all my free time to her needs and my parents's. I educated myself on autism, defended her when my mom was thinking she was faking because I wanted to prove I was there for her. That I was the life saving good sister. I never, ever, heard her say thank you.
Never.
The only compliments my parents were giving me is "thank you for getting your sis for us. Thank you for being there for her. Thank you for doing things with her."
I went trough some stuff, at that time. I hurt my knee and was failing my physical tests. It got to the point I wasn't even sure I liked my degree anymore. I was having a really hard time. But my parents never saw my pain. I have a tendency to hide things, sure, but I was really trying to talk to them about how I was feeling. They were listening, and letting go. Why didn't they start worrying for me like they did for my sister? I don't know, don't really care now. I was having suicidal thoughts too, I wanted to yeet myself in a tree and even stopped driving so it wouldn't give me options. They left me alone, because everytime I tried bringing up the fact that I was not in a good place, my sister was disorganizing at school and they needed to go to the hospital to be both there for her while she fainted from hyperventilating. Every fcking time I was talking to my sister, she was acting like she lived trough everything and was telling me she knew more about suicidal thoughts than me cause she went to psychiatry. Excuse me miss gurl, but who was fcking there to help you trough your panic attacks hun? How do you think I know so much?
Seeing I had practically no support from my already exhausted parents, I took matters into my own hands and started going to therapy. My doctor also prescribed me with anti-depressants. I was going to be ok... on my own. I've had really bad days, real hard ones. But I got back on my two feet. At least, I think so.
School was over and it was time for summer break. I had a job I loved on a boat. I've had a blast on that boat, I wasn't jumping from a house to another, I wasn't always in luggages, I had my own room like a little appartment of my own on the ship. I slowly started to discover a backpacking/adventurous side of myself. I needed air, was travelling far from home as soon as I had a week or two off of the boat.
At the same time, my sister had stopped self-harming and having suicidal thoughts. She's was now in a school for adults to finish her 4th and 5th year of college. She wasn't in a special classroom anymore. Changed friend group.
But here's the thing. Cause there is always a "but".
I started realising how much my sister was toying with us, with my parents. As soon as the diagnosis fell, she became unsufferable. For example, when I say I hate loud noises and strong light, she says she has it tougher because, ya know, "i'm autistic". I can't say something without her saying she has autism and that's why she has it worse.
When I have a good grade or I've hit a PR at the gym, I tell my parents because I am happy. I try to see life the good way, now. I'm quite proud of all the personal work i've done.
But she can't have a normal day.
It is always "ho I hated school because the light was making a sound" or something to point out she has autism.
I talked to one of my friend who is a social worker, and he told me autism is usually apparent in children. My sis was diagnosed at 15. But, and hear me out, all the things that make her autistic according to her psychiatrist... she's never really had them before.
You remember at the beginning of this rant how I told you I know when my sister is lying?
Well. I don't think an autistic person possess the flex of "being able to manipulate people so easily to get what you want".
She's always bragging about how smart she is compared to us because, you know, "ShE cAn FeElS eNeRgiEs AnD pEoPlE AnD iT AfFeCts hEr". Well, honey, I don't think that is autism. It is always little comment about how special she is because she can't do this, or that. Like I have ADHD, alright? I'm stimming all the time. I don't point it out to people for fun, actually, i'm quite ashamed of it sometimes. She bought all those fidget toys and brings them ALL to school to show how much she needs them.
One reason of why I am mad, as you can (unfortunatly) see, is my father's attitude.
The fact that my sis had episodes of suicidal thoughts and acts traumatized him. With reasons, don't get me wrong.
But now, she's clearly living well of drama and stereotypical behavior she never had before.
My father is fucking afraid of telling her no.
Like man, I don't think that if you ask her to unload the dishwasher ONE FUCKI*NG time that she's going to kill herself. Like come on.
One time, she called him cause she fainted cause she was hyperventilating cause the cleaner at her school wore a different hat than usual. Or another time where she learn that two teachers were eating togueter at lunch and not in the cafeteria?
I know my sister. She is clearly using him. She's got him hooked with a silent threat of hurting herself or making it impossible for him to receive a phone call without thinking she committed.
And. She. Fucking. Knows. It.
She left my mother's house because my mom wasn't buying her shit.
She left with all her drama about how she could appologize but she needs her space to think about what she (mom) did.
BRUH did what?!?!?!? It was so sudden, what are you on about?
All her life, she was good at one thing : breaking people's relationship.
I know, because I'm not blind.
She's the type of person that looks at you after saying your deepest secret in front of everyone and be like : "oups teehee🤪 you know i can't keep a secret" or she plays dumb "i didn't know it was a secret oupsis" with this little dumb face that I know by heart means "I win you fuck*ng idiot".
She broke the good relationship my parents had by pretending mom told her something when it wasn't right or vice versa. When she's at dad's, she always talks about all the things mom does that sucks. When she was at mom, she was always talking about how bad it was at dad.
I was in the middle like , bruh, it isn't even that bad. And of course, my parents both being proud individuals started feeling supperior than the other and downgrading the other in front of us (wich you know my sis was repeating over and over to everyone).
But because my parents are fucking blind they let her riled them up against each others. So now they don't talk. And when they do, it is always to argue about how to take care of my sis.
To make a clear example of how she gets everything she wants :
She always tells me that she wants a Mira dog. Like a service dog. She's going to keep creating dramatic scenarios like that until my father cries and decides it is the last option we have.
But no. After the dog, it is going to be another need for neurodivergent people that she's probably going to see on Tik Tok.
Because yes, she faints and yes, she is hyperventilating. But I can create scenario in my head and make them real too (maladaptive daydreaming oups). Anxiety works like that : if I start hyperventilating for 45 seconds, my body jumps to survival mode and the mammoth thing ang boom, there you have your panic attack.
Yes. She is mentally hill.
But she's not autistic. She does not need a service dog. And she can't continue leading people on like that.
She's in need of negative attention. She hates when we compliment her, she hates when we wish her happy brithday and all. But she's always talking about how she did bad at this exam and ho people please comfort me. There's always something going on with her.
She stopped self-harming and having suicidal toughts. People started living normally.
So she restarts panic attacks but she already has a psychiatrist so she needs more.
Lets go to the hospital, something's wrong with my heart. Then she's got the pleasure of walking around school with a machine to record her heart thingy.
Nope. Nothing wrong.
People start forgetting.
Whoops now she's fainting and we don't know why.
Hospital trip yeah.
Nothing's wrong.
Then she buys a machine to keep track of her blood pressure.
Does a doctor prescribed it?
Nope. You can just buy it so she did. And she could do it like in the morning, at lunch or at night, but no, she absolutly needs to do it in front of everyone, making noise in class while the teacher is talking.
And i'm starting to get fed up.
About a year into this nightmare, 3 years ago, I stopped feeling.
I wasn't able to feel anything. And that is why, today, I can write this and unfortunatly for some, it will be controversial.
After my downfall, when my sister was in need...
I did not care.
At all.
She could do whatever she wanted to do. She could have as much trip to the hospital as she wanted.
I . Did . Not . Care .
I was going to class.
And my phone was on silent.
I don't want to know. I don't care. Don't you get it? Mom, dad, leave me alone. You did it well, right? Continue.
I am an horrible human being. My best friend tries to comfort me saying that my heart of stone is a form of self-protection, a defense mechanism that I developped 3 years to protect myself and not live trough what my sister put us trough without knowing (or caring?).
Still.
I am an egoist.
But I do not care.
You want to make me feel like a glass child?
Alright alright.
I'll deal with it.
But now the glass is fed up.
And it is about to break.
Good bye and thank you for coming all the way here.

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Want to stick with air cooling as I am not yet ready to deal with water cooling.
Also this is just a hypothetical build for fun purposes. I am perfectly happy with my current build running a 5600 with 6700XT at 1440p and not looking to upgrade anytime soon. I am not sure if this kind of post is allowed.

Does anyone know how I can find out the plot of a family member when the cemetery itself admitted that they have no idea? I know my grandmother was buried in the 70s there as her death certificate states she was. I contacted the funeral home and they confirmed records show they took her body there but they do not say the plot.
A kind stranger took a look one day and did not find it but they noted many sites were overgrown.
This is in Pittsburgh PA. Thank you and I'm so sorry if this isn't a proper forum.

I am trying to select an I frame using a css selector in Selenium!
I know there is an i frame because of this code here:

time.sleep(10) count = driver.find_elements(By.TAG_NAME,"iframe"); if count == 0 : print("no") else: for element in count: print(element.get_attribute('outerHTML')+"\n \n ____________________________\n \n") print("\n \n \n") #test if iframe end Wait60s.until(EC.frame_to_be_available_and_switch_to_it((By.CLASS_NAME, "iframe[title='Job application form container']"))) print("it got through 3rd frames") print(driver.page_source) 

this usually gives (will elaborate later) 3 or 2 iframes!
The iframe i want is in the terminal with this as it's html source:

My code to select it,was up top.
This iframe selection you saw up top dosent work but I also have more info to give!
I am trying to scrap descriptions from indeed for business and personal wants. The iframes are very inconsistant it usally gives back at least 2 iframes back but it can have up to 3.
here is my whole code:

import time import selenium from selenium import webdriver from selenium.webdriver.chrome.service import Service as ChromeService from selenium.webdriver.edge.service import Service as EdgeService from selenium.webdriver.firefox.service import Service as FirefoxService from selenium.webdriver.ie.service import Service as IEService from webdriver_manager.chrome import ChromeDriverManager from webdriver_manager.firefox import GeckoDriverManager from webdriver_manager.microsoft import EdgeChromiumDriverManager from webdriver_manager.microsoft import IEDriverManager from webdriver_manager.chrome import ChromeDriverManager from selenium.webdriver.support import expected_conditions as EC from selenium.webdriver.support.wait import WebDriverWait as WebDriverWait from selenium.webdriver.common.by import By #needed to left click and open img in new tab import selenium.webdriver as webdriver import selenium.webdriver.support.ui as ui from selenium.webdriver.common.keys import Keys from time import sleep #to make browser stay open from selenium.webdriver.chrome.options import Options chrome_options = Options() chrome_options.add_experimental_option("detach", True) #this is to block alow nots popup prefs = {"profile.default_content_setting_values.notifications" : 2} chrome_options.add_experimental_option("prefs",prefs) service = ChromeService(executable_path=ChromeDriverManager().install()) driver = webdriver.Chrome(service=service,options=chrome_options) driver.get("https://www.indeed.com/jobs?q=Web+Developer&l=Remote&from=searchOnHP&vjk=b8ea0de4619c4fe3") Wait60s = WebDriverWait(driver,60) #JobBodyDiscriptionXpathSelector = "//body//div[contains(@class,'jobsearch-JobComponent-embeddedBody css-d95737 eu4oa1w0')]//div[contains(@id,'jobDescriptionText')]//p" #test if iframe time.sleep(10) count = driver.find_elements(By.TAG_NAME,"iframe"); if count == 0 : print("no") else: for element in count: print(element.get_attribute('outerHTML')+"\n \n ____________________________\n \n") print("\n \n \n") #test if iframe end Wait60s.until(EC.frame_to_be_available_and_switch_to_it((By.CLASS_NAME, "iframe[title='Job application form container']"))) print("it got through 3rd frames") print(driver.page_source) #________________________________________________________ #Wait60s.until(EC.frame_to_be_available_and_switch_to_it((By.CSS_SELECTOR, "iframe[id='smart-apply-pingback']"))) #print("it got through 1st frames") # #seccond frame gives error # Wait60s.until(EC.frame_to_be_available_and_switch_to_it((By.CSS_SELECTOR, "iframe[class='smart-apply-preload-iframe indeedapply-button-onUnload-cleanup-id']"))) # print("it got through 2nd frames") #Wait60s.until(EC.frame_to_be_available_and_switch_to_it((By.CSS_SELECTOR, "iframe[id='indeedapply-modal-preload-1679631950813-iframe']"))) #print("it got through 3rd frames") #stop here _____________________________________________________ #print(driver.page_source) 

Okay so like I completely get it on the one hand, but up untill like almost a year in of the last four years of an extremely successful treatment for late undiagnosed ADHD while being treated on stimulants including Methylphenidate (In Ritalin Form) and Amphetamines, I had no clue they were even addictive, along side an SSri for OCD/ depression related issues and Prn Quatiapine IR For sleep and occasionally a temp script for Lorazepam for flights/operations dental this has been the most significantly dramatic health improvement treatment I have been on since spending along 14 years within mental health services on trials and errors of all sorts with all sorts of labels.
Don’t get me wrong although I have been called everything under the sun all these years, some I will agree with like the ocd/panic disorder and a couple others ect but the treatments were never really fully successful until one of the leading consultants in the clinic look at my case over four years and suggested I have a tri-clinical re evaluation which was interestingly listing a large number of the same old labels as before whilst including a new one of adhd. Tbh I was baffled because I never even considered this as a problem as I always thought it was some childhood thing only but when they looked into everything and asked if I had any school records which I only had one left anyway (not that they said this will show definitively all the proof) the one school year records I had left were all they needed to confirm everything else. I was started on stimulant treatments alongside some of my older medications and it was completely the missing fit, it’s been almost four years now whilst I have been on them and it’s also been four years since working full time again and holding a job down for the first time in a decade, relationships with family and friendships are significantly better and overall my anxiety and ocd are even loads better which was surprising to me. I’m over all a lot less stressed out and feel calmer and clearer and my life now has left all the trouble and homelessness and I’m now ultimately living in my own place feeling like a regular human. The problem is prior to my adhd use, following an injury or some dental procedure I can’t even recall where I was prescribed strong opioid pain relief, I kept taking them and a large variety of others because I realised how much it could slow my mental head speed down for a while. Considering I never really liked drinking or felt intrigued to use illegal substances off the street all my life, it just took up untill then to realise something else could help (again this was prior to actually receiving real treatment). I did mention it breifly to one of the consultants along the way when they asked if I had ever used drugs, but it never really became a frequent conversation, and now having realised how well my life is, I’m half ashamed to bring up the fact I still need help coming away from them now that I no longer need it, aswell as fearing they might re look into the safety of my other drugs which can apparently be addictive? I’m more concerned the only reason I don’t like wanting to use them is because of the therapeutic help and life change my life has had since clarifying finally a healthy treatment balance and I just simply do not want to rock the boat at all. I couldn’t imagine what’s so addictive about these stimulants anyway as to high a dosage for me last time felt like I was a silent dying mouse and benzos just make me feel “not right” but either way while addressing my want for help to stop taking opioids with a pharmacist, he essentially made me realise I could lose both those scripts also anyway?
I just don’t want to keep on wrecking my body physically with high large dosage ibuprofen and codiene anymore or oxycodone dhc ect, and would like to look in arranging something like a subutex replacement therapy programme or something so I can feel safer while coming off them but now I’m just extremely scared to ask about help for it now.

Hi leangains, I started a 6-days per week PPL split 2 months ago. This was the first time I’ve been serious about the gym.
When I started, I was normal skinny, and throughout the 2 months I’ve been eating way more than usual every meal and I’ve seen some crazy strength gains
Bench 85lb 4x5 to 115lb 5x8
Squat 95lb 4x6 to 195lb 5x6.
Deadlift 135lb 5x5 to 215lb 5x6 (put deadlift in my pull day 3 weeks ago)
My body weight also went from around 140lb to 175lb
I’m really proud of my strength gains but Ive gained some fat and people have told me my face got rounder.
So I’m wondering: 1. Should I begin a cut? And if I cut will my strength gains be slowed down a lot? 2. Do you guys have any experience with this? Is there a way for me to lose fat while maintaining my strength gains?
I do want to progress in my lifts, but I also want to slim down my face and get a nice jawline and abs, ive never really cut before.
TYSM!

Me and Lisa(not real name) used to me roommates back in school and we remained close when we started working. We made another friend Rady in an occassion a couple of years ago and while I was not particularly close to Rady, Lisa and her were very close and we hung out a lot with other friends.
Lisa and Rady broke up their friendship a month ago because of a guy Max. For a rough idea, Rady likes Max, but Max likes Lisa, and Max slowly turned them against each other when Lisa rejected him several times. Rady hates me too because I used to call Max out for his creep behaviors(nsfw, don't ask) and he has a thing with words and made it such that I seemed like a drama queen.
Lisa and I were talking about Rady and Max when she revealed to me that Max only wanted Rady's body, as he told her that he sees her as an exotic type(hehis words).
For info, Rady is a muslim who isn't the typical one you'd think. She dyes her hair funky colors, has many piercings, eyebrow tattoo and we also used to watch adult videos during our girls sleepovers. Rady however does not eat pork and made sure to let us know that while she dates anyone, she only lets her future husband touch her body in intimate ways.
Anyway... according to Lisa she heard from Max that he only sees Rady as someone to "conquer over" because of her religion, and that she is a "maiden". Lisa was saying how she wished Max get his way so Rady will be miserable after he eventually dumps her.
I just can't let this happen after hearing this. We may not be friends anymore but we both know how much of a creep Max is, and I can't let Rady fall for it. I went ahead and told Rady what Lisa told me about Max, warning her about him, even after being told not to tell by Lisa.
So result.. I now have 3 people hating me. Lisa obviously because I specifically did what she told me not to. Rady doesn't believe me and called out my "poor attempt". Max of course... I will be avoiding him for my safety.
AITA though? I feel I should warn her anyway but nobody is happy with what I did so... maybe I should have mind my own business idk.

this is long but i’d severely appreciate advice or kind words
i’m 20 yrs old, got diagnosed with rheumatoid arthritis when i was 12 yrs. i was immediately put on 8 pills of methotrexate when i was first diagnosed and eventually it worked, and i didn’t have any severe flare ups for years until recently. i was able to live my life close to normally and was mainly able bodied, i was even put into remission for RA. but last year in november my arthritis suddenly got terrible after i took a flight to see extended family. the day after getting back i slept for 18 hours and couldn’t even lift my arm without being in excruciating pain. since then my entire life has been on pause- i had to drop out of college, i can’t dress myself, i can barely stand, i’m entirely home bound and my life has done a complete 180 since then. my social life is nonexistent. not to mention my mental health and ability to take care of my type one diabetes has suffered tremendously. i’m hanging on by a thread and my 21st birthday is coming up on easter day. i’m currently on 8 pills of methotrexate again and with 5mg of prednisone and 15 mg of meloxicam. i’ve been on this dose of methotrexate for over a week now but have been on a lighter dose (the four pills then six) for over two months. i’ve seen little to no progress and have been walking less and less as the days pass. it’s a weird feeling but it feels like i’m forgetting how to walk every time i try to stand. i have to immediately sit back down and taking steps i feel like i’m going to fall over, not even to mention the pain. my rheumatologist honestly doesn’t understand that my life has been on pause and she’s super booked until august. she recently suggested adding humira onto what i’m taking now but i’m honestly scared for a list of reasons, im a diabetic so i’m used to shots but the side effects scare me lol. i’ve been thinking of getting a gym membership to try out a pool, every time i take a bath it feels like magic for my knees, like the weight of gravity immediately is lifted off of them. reading through this page has given me relief, just knowing that people live with arthritis has helped me feel less alone in this weird sudden part of my life. i’d appreciate any words of encouragement or advice too.

This is my first character sheet so go easy on me
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• Name: Perceval Moore
• Gender: Male
• Race: Human
• Age: 23 years
• Height: 6 ft. (1.8 m)
• Weight: 190 lbs. (86 kg)
• Class: Fighter

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• Appearance

- Perceval is disheveled and has beige, splotchy skin. His yellow, dreary eyes shine through his greasy black hair. The dandruff receptacles he calls shoulders droop below his clavicle. His gaunt frame is accented with an audacious stride, which comes from the same place his extra weight does: an occasionally dysfunctional prosthetic leg. It’s a dull brass color with cogs at the knee and springs below the false kneecap, which appear shined due to the fact that it rubs up against his flowing black cloak with each step. He carries a crudely patched burlap sack, off of which hangs a flask and a measure of rope.

• Reference images (none of these are exact but they give ya the idea)
• https://game.capcom.com/cfn/sfv/charactenash/costume?lang=en
• https://www.deviantart.com/t-rexjones/art/Frankenstein-s-Creation-286829832
• https://gorillaz.fandom.com/wiki/Murdoc
• List of reference images in order: Nash from Street Fighter V, Illustration of Frankenstein's Monster by T-Rex Jones from Deviantart and Murdoc Nichals from Gorillaz, designed by Jamie Hewlett and Damon Albarn.

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• Abilities/quirks

- Skepticism: Perceval isn’t one to fall for grifts. Snake oil salesmen don’t impress him and his psyche is bound tightly. Masters of mentalism and psychics have trouble prying into his mind.
- False leg: Born without a right leg, Perceval was equipped with a prosthetic leg made of cogs, springs and whatever was lying around the shop. His movement speed and mobility are generally uninhibited but worsen when his leg isn’t properly oiled and wound. (Sometimes sprockets dislocate for seemingly no reason) This also means he is less vulnerable to tripping attempts made on his right leg, due to the heftiness of his artificial appendage.
- Bad blood: Moore’s former appendage was infected with some nasty magic. Because of a lingering curse, he has an increased vulnerability to necrotic damage. (+2) He has nerve pain that flares up whenever necromantic magic is nearby, which serves as an early warning of danger or a tool for detecting dealers in the dark arts.
- Equipment: Rusty longsword, pot-lid shield and a hand-axe. Backpack includes a crowbar, 3 torches, a tinderbox, 5 days worth of rations, a medium water-skin, a flask and a bear trap. Carries 50 feet of rope strapped to the bag.
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• Backstory

- Hilda Moore, a servant in the court of Lord Alabaster, was infected with a wicked blight that led to her death during childbirth. Her lone offspring Perceval, (named after her last living relative, a lord in a far away land), suffered the same terrible disease that afflicted his mother. This led to the medically necessary amputation of his hands at the forearm, and right leg at the middle-thigh. Before handing the child over to a local parish, a professor in Alabaster’s court named Dr. Solomon Fabian caught wind of the sorrowful situation and whisked the child away to his observatory in Hedgeborn. Raised in a gilded tower, hidden in a lush valley, the boy grew to be curious, though he was tragically ill equipped for exploration.
Professor Fabian began conducting experimental treatments and procedures on the boy beginning at the age of 7. It wasn’t until age 10 that the boy's adopted hands stayed attached. When the boy was 13, Fabian resorted to a deal containing unfavorable terms in order to afford his greatest experiment the gift of stride. In exchange for a leg preserved with magic, Fabian agreed to construct a ward for the Criminal titan Botwell Hogspore. After the exchange was made, the professor struggled to cut ties with the greedy baron who insisted on mutual benefit via immoral means.
The new limb granted Perceval freedom of movement, but something in his spirit changed. His disposition became bitter and tyrannical. His skin withered and his eyes seared a frightful yellow. Seeing how the magic changed the boy, the professor replaced the leg with a metallic remnant of an old hobby. Dissolving the pact with Hogspore meant certain doom, but Fabian’s conscience could bear it no longer. On his 14th birthday, Perceval watched his only real family die before his eyes a second time. Hogspore spared the boy, but banished him from Hedgeborn for all of his cursed days. After drifting from odd job to odd job, Perceval finds himself itching for vengeance.
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• Flaws and dislikes

- Perceval is a binge drinker, and on days he can’t trek very far he’s barely functional. He has a very all or nothing attitude about travel and alcohol.
- He isn’t loyal to any deity or religion, which is ironic considering he could really use some magical help and healing. He resents Paladins especially.
- He’s got no connections and the little family that he has resent him.
- He’s physically frightening. He scares children.
- He’s got a few disabilities. They wouldn’t be much of an issue but he doesn’t have access to the proper medication. This means he has chronic pain in his hands and he gets eye twitching due to the necromantic juju in his blood. Not to mention the bum leg.

• Strengths

- Perceval learned the rules of swordsmanship before he had proper hands. His adopted father was a great admirer of the art of fencing and a connoisseur of the blade. In combination with his experience as hired steel, he handles edged weapons almost as well as whisky.
- He can outdrink even the toughest of sailors.
- Mr. Moore knows what he looks like, and uses his startling appearance to his advantage whenever possible. His height, his dark second-hand hands and his piercing, weepy eyes grant him an intimidation bonus.
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• Allies

- Jax and Ibek the leg breakers. They work for Mr. Mojo, a shell trader and Whisp-weed dealer in his close-enough-to-home town of Fishborn. Jax is a cunning dark elf who always knows a guy. He’s done favors for Perceval, and Perceval has done favors for him. They’ve worked, eaten, and fought alongside each other. Jax is the closest thing Perceval has to a best friend. He rooms with Ibek, a gentle half-giant who snaps arms for a living and crotchets in his free time.
- Fritz Gumms the marshal, one of the few staples of law enforcement in the far-west city of Jewelcrest. He gave Perceval a warm meal and a dry cell to sleep in after he caught him stealing from the mayor's office. He’s Percy’s emergency contact.
- Piper (and Marion) the witchy shop keepers. On the outskirts of Hedgborn is a little slum called Sludgeborn, where the servants who don’t reside in the houses of their masters live. Along these strips of housing are carts and booths set up selling everything you could want and plenty you don’t need. In the fabric business is the stitch-witch Piper. She has described herself at various times as both “super fucking chill” and “goth but only for the music and the fashion and the culture and the self loathing.” Her sock puppet Marion keeps her company while she sells camel skins and microfiber underpants.
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• Acquaintances

- Llewelyn Scruffs the bounty hunter. He’s a harengon outlaw that drifted into Jewelcrest around the same time Perceval got arrested. Scruffs bailed him out, but only because there was a much bigger bounty on his head in the next town over. While traveling, they were attacked by raiders. Perceval saved the outlaw’s life, but Scruffs was badly wounded. He agreed to take the cowboy into town, but on the condition that he didn’t turn him in. Llewelyn held up his end of the bargain, but resented Perceval for making him walk the last mile on his own.
- Robin Huperts the tavern keeper. She grew up in an adopted family just like Perceval. During his early adult years, she took pity on him and let him crash in her supply closet. She kicked him out after she caught him stealing beer, but she reads the letters he occasionally sends her way.
- Precious Romwitsy the traveling actress. The Redmoon theater drifts from town to town, finding audiences in everyone from nobility to paramilitary groups to farmers who can barely afford a ticket. The crown jewel of the traveling theater is Precious Romwitsy- a true thespian at heart. She shares Perceval’s periodic problems with alcohol. They’ve swapped plenty of stories, and forgotten just as many at the bottom of a bottle. He repulses her, but her vanity is melted by his witty countenance.
- List of canonical encounters with this OC: None yet!
If you made it this far... idk that's kinda crazy. Thanks tho :)

It's been about 9 years since I've heard this story and I am in not a very skilled story writer so bear with me. I also may not get all of the details exactly right.
I honestly don't even know if this story actually existed and was just made up by the kids I went to school with, but a lot of my classmates used to recite this story an awful lot so I figure it may have come from the internet. All I know is that it used to creep me out. Keep in mind there were a few alternate versions of this story but I'm going to stick to the one I heard the most.
So anyway, it went something along the lines of this:
There is this family of three, a mother, father and daughter. The daughters name was Sally and I don't think the parents were named originally but for the sake of this retelling I will call them Mary and John. I cannot for the life of me remember accurately the reason why, but there comes a point where Mary and John decide to get rid of their daughter. I may be wrong, but I believe it could have been because of her bad behavioral issues and the fact that she was just a really horrible kid. So anyway, by get rid of I mean they literally take sally to a random location in the middle of nowhere and just leave her there. Again, I'm a little foggy on the details but I'm pretty sure the parents decide to murder her and dump the body somewhere that it won't be found. a bit extreme but to each their own I suppose. So once the body is delt with John and Mary return home and go to bed.
fast forward about a couple of weeks and the parents are in bed trying to sleep when John is awoken by the faint sound of a voice. Concerned and scared, he gets up to go and check it out. He searches the house but finds nothing and assumes it was just a dream. The following night the same thing occurs but this time the voice is heard by both parents. John explains his experience from the night prior and both him and his wife become increasingly worried that someone may be in their house. Both sit quietly for a moment until they hear the voice again. They begin to realize that the voice is repeating itself every few seconds, though they can't seem to make out what it is saying as it is too quiet. Suddenly the voice stops. John hesitantly scouts the house once again but finds nothing.
The next night Mary is unable to sleep due to her paranoia about what had happened previously. In an attempt to ease her mind, she checks that all the doors and windows in the house are locked. After getting back into bed and hoping to fall asleep she suddenly hears the voice again. terrified, she quickly wakes her husband. Like before, the voice seems to repeat itself with an interval of a few seconds, though this time it's different. This time the voice has become slightly louder and clearer. John and Mary are petrified when they recognize the voice as none other than Sally's. They sit in fear as Sally's voice softly and repeatedly chants the words "Sally is 70 miles away". After speaking these lines for several minutes, the voice stops once again. John and Mary consider calling the police but ultimately come to the conclusion that this would be a risk as it could get them caught.
From that night onward John and Mary would try their best to ignore the horrifying voice of what seemed to be their own daughter chanting each night. Since the police were not an option, there was really nothing they could do but hope that it was some kind of prank or something. They really didn't know what to believe, there was no way that this could be possible, hearing their own deceased daughter's voice. They had noticed that a family with seemingly troublesome children had moved in next door not long after Sally's death. Mary had witnessed these kids messing around with other people's property before, like damaging mailbox's and such. With this in mind Mary and John hoped that they were just being messed with; however, as time went by and the chanting continued, things only got more unsettling. Each night the voice would get louder and seem closer and would say the same thing but with one small difference every time; it would claim to be closer each night. When the voice first became audible to John and Mary it spoke the words "Sally is 70 miles away" and the night after that "Sally is 60 miles away", and then 50, 40, 30 and so on. By this point both parents would refuse to sleep, staying up all night scared and disturbed as to what they were hearing until one night, it stopped.
Finally, after a week of listening in horror and being deprived of sleep, Mary and John were able to get some sleep. Things returned to normal and though their experience had left them terrified, the couple tried their best to forget both what had happened and what they had done to their daughter. They had moved on and were living their lives normally.
This was until one night, after several weeks, they heard the voice again. This time it was the loudest and closest it had ever been. John and Mary were in complete disbelief as to what they were hearing. Mary on the verge of tears, yelling out for the voice to stop while John sat silent, too scared to talk. Again, the voice would say it's chant but this time it was different, this time it began with "Sally is at your front door". A few moments later the voice would speak again and say, "Sally is in the kitchen". By this time John and Mary were the most scared they had ever been in their lives, with the covers pulled up to their mouths they sat unable to move looking straight ahead waiting and hoping it would go away. After almost a minute of waiting, the voice spoke again, "Sally is at your bedroom door".
A few weeks later the parents were found dead in their bed covered in blood.
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well, that was longer than I thought it was going to be. As I said at the beginning there were a few different versions of this story going around and this one might be pretty modified from the original, but this is the one I was told. Whether this is the actual story or not, it followed the basic premise of this.

Guys, I'm trying to get myself performing at a higher as I once did. I have dealt with chronic pain for a number of years as the result of a back injury that required surgery. I'm pretty sure my bodies strategy to prevent me from exacerbating the back injury was to just turn off the dopamine production.
However, I also was eating like shit and drinking a bit too much and my sleep was atrocious.
I've got my back fixed and my diet is greatly improved, the drinking has stopped and the sleep is better (but not perfect).
My question is what would you guys recommend as a supplement regimine to get my system working in such a way that I have the motivation to do things and the focus and mental stamina to see it through.
Here is what I'm thinking so far but would love to get some expert advice on what I am missing or what could be improved. I'm including my thoughts on why I'm using each:
L-Tyrosine: This is a precursor to dopamine and helps give your body the natural ingredients to make it. This must still be converted to dopamine so this does not cause dopamine downregulation. It can help to take a few supplements that help with the nuerotransmitters to get this converted; those are listed below.
Zinc: Zinc is important for the nuerotransmitters used in the dopamine system.
Pyridoxal Phosphate (P5P): is the active form of B6 and your body uses it in the sythesis of Dopamine and Seratonin.
Creatine: For both brain and energy
5HTP: Also a precursor to Dopamine and Seratonin. I'm unsure on this one. This will cause some people to have anxiety.
Omega 3 (DHA and EPA): These are the most essential fish oils for the brain; DHA is most important for brain improvement so I'll do NOW DHA 500mg/EPA 250mg and probably take 2 in the morning and 2 in the evening.
Vit D3: D3 5,000 iu a day.
Probiotics: I take 'em daily but thinking of moving to each meal.
Healthy Dietary Fat: I eat a lot of fatty steak and am trying to eat in a deficit everyday to get weight down.
Mucuna Pruriens: I am ordering the NOW Dopa Mucana which is a 15% extract. I think I will use this on an as needed basis on days when the above does not seem to get me going unless that is a bad idea.
Magnesium: I take 800mg at bedtime. I am not planning on increasing this.
L-Theanine: I'll probably use this one close to bedtime and when drinking caffeine.
Gaba: I'm thinking I'll take this one at night time alongside L Theanine.
I think this is everything I've got en route. What else would you guys suggest, what would you change?

Name: Aleena Angelos
Age: 16
Appearance: Long black hair, dark green eyes, lithe figure, tanned skin.
Clothing: Tight black jeans, purple tank top, black leather jacket, black heeled boots, dragon necklace around her neck.
Personality: Sweet, friendly, tactical, intelligent, caring, girly, hyper at times, and always willing to do the right thing.
Quirk: Shining Light. Aleena has the ability to absorb any form of light and store it in her body which she can then release whenever she chooses. She can release the light in blasts of energy, create shining wings from her back, release explosive bursts, summon barriers of light, and even transform her body into a solid light entity that increases her over abilities.
Quirk Drawbacks: Alena's Quirk is all about his much light she absorbs. Typically she does this by absorbing sunlight but if she can't get access to sunlight, she uses alternate sources such as lamps and street lights. Moonlight helps but it isn't as effective which makes her much less effective at night. And when she transforms into her light entity form, she can only stay like that for a few moments before it completely drains her stamina and leaves her weakened.
Quirk Supermoves:
Bright Bullet: A condensed burst of light energy Aleena fires from her hand.
Angel Ray: Aleena summons a set of vibrant shining wings that she can use to fly but can also heal her allies and civilians.
Astraea Shelter: Summons a barrier of light energy to keep herself and those around her safe.
Shining Soul: Aleena summons all the light energy in her body and transforms into a solid light being. This form offers her enhanced speed, strength, agility, and the ability to fly.
Hero Name: The Starlight Hero: Astraea
Hero Costume: Purple and blue bodysuit with a star pattern running along the edges of it. A silver belt with a star-shaped buckle, black boots with blue lining, and blue gloves on her hands. A matching protective chest guard is over her chest with a star symbol on the front in silver, and hanging from her shoulders is a short blue and silver cape. Over her eyes is an eyemask with retractable lenses over her eyes to protect her in case her Quirk gets too bright. On her thighs is a set of escrima sticks that she can channel her Quirk into and her belt carries small rounds that can act as flashbangs.
Background: Aleena is Italian, Pakistani, and Greek. Her father was a missionary in Pakistan where he met Aleena's mother and the two instantly fell in love. Her father did a lot of charity work around the world and brought peace to so many families while her mother was a loyal wife that stood by her husband's side and supported him in whatever way she could. After many years of traveling around the world for so many years, the couple settled down in Japan where Aleena was born. Aleena's mother was an incredibly beautiful woman that you didn't always see in Japan which made it easy for her to become a model. As she quickly rose in popularity, Aleena's mother wanted her daughter to be a part of it and even follow in her footsteps but once the young girl saw her first hero in action, she was hooked.
Amazed that so many female heroes could not only use their skills to help people but also their beauty, Aleena thought that she finally found a way to use the looks her mother blessed her with to do some good in Japan just like her father. Now, this is her time to show the world what she can do with her shining light.

I, (17 f) was sexually groomed and abused (forced into acts with adults, made to take pictures for adults, inappropriately touched, etc…) for many years from a young age as well as not ever taught by my parents differences from right or wrong when it comes to things about sex or attraction. On top of this, I am on the spectrum and one of the reasons why i’ve had so many incidences with sexual abuse is because its hard for me to understand peoples intentions. I am now very messed up traumatically and deal with it on an everyday basis. However, im living with something that makes me feel absolutely disgusted with myself every single day. From all the sexual abuse at a young age i’ve now associated that young age with sex. Every time I see a kid in something which shows their skin, I just get this weird feeling. It makes me get sexually aroused. I absolutely hate it and have no attraction for it, however my body still always gets aroused. Im fucking disgusted with myself. Is this due to the sexual abuse? I can’t stop hating myself every single day. Im not attracted to children and I know it’s absolutely wrong. Ive even blocked all porn sights and haven’t masturbated at all to remove sexual feelings from my body as a whole. But why does my body still react in this way? I just want to die.