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2023.06.07 08:10 QUEN1TO another cringe SHS kid tried to hit on me by making lewd comments. failed.

i was so bored kagabi (1 am) and i can't sleep, ilang podcast na rin napakinggan so discord muna ako. makikichismis lang sana sa mga nag uusap doon. may girl and guy na nag uusap pero umalis rin agad si girl so i was left alone with the guy.
naiinis siya sa akin na hindi ako nagsasalita, as in pinipilit niya talaga ako e sabi ko nga ayoko kasi maiistorbo ate ko sa tabi ko. so sa isip ko bata siguro to- turned out he's grade 12 (18 y/o) and i'm 20 btw. i asked him if wala ba siyang school tomorrow, wag daw namin pag usapan kasi naiistress daw siya pag about sa school.
moving forward, mabait naman siya kausap kaya hinayaan ko siya magdaldal habang ako nagtytype lang sa chat field but not until tinanong niya ako kung ano yung pinagkakaabalahan ko, at sabi ko paglilinis ng bahay. sana all daw kasi nakakatamad maglinis.
magaling daw ba ako maglinis, pwede daw ba ako sa kwarto niya maglinis ng mga kalat. segway pa siya ng "kahit mas matanda ka sa'kin, pag hinire kita edi ako na yung boss mo..." AS IF NAMAN AFFORD MO BOI HAHAHAHAHA
nanetong batang to, gawin pa akong katulong. halatang pabigat sa bahay nila. binabara ko siya pero he's so persistent sa cleaning jokes niya like mga 20 times na niyang inuulit ulit. i even asked him kung ganito ba talaga kakulit yung mga senior high students. I CRINGED SO BAD when he told me in his deep husky voice na totoy version, "hindi lang makulit to, malaki rin..." dafaq?
nagpaalam siyang umihi muna then pagbalik niya sinabi pa sakin na andami daw niyang nilabas. kala niya siguro dig bick energy siya when in reality, para siyang bata na nagsasabi sa parents na tapos na magwiwi
umay pero hinayaan ko siya, natatawa ako eh para siyang tukmol. typical SHS student. mga mahilig rin sa pregnancy jokes- like sinabi ko lang na irreg ako when we were talking about year level, delay daw ba ako baka buntis na'ko.
i was so done nang biglang umungol si gago, "shit. ansakit. ugh fuck.. fuck.." mga 10x na ganon. tumama daw yung paa niya sa kama and he's trying so hard to sound in pain na halata mong iba naman. i'm out. di talaga siya nahihiya like ultimong naririnig ko pa nga na umuubo yung parents niya na nasa kabilang kwarto lang 💀
anyway, di ako pala-discord and i'm wondering if marami ba talagang ganyan doon? first time ko kasi maka-encounter and thought people there are decent enough unlike sa omegle, etc.
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2023.06.07 07:27 mounkie reorganized today

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2023.06.07 07:25 salim7869 Islamic Quiz 210

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2023.06.07 07:01 NorwegianGamerCouple GM+1 (Norway) (prefer to speak english) - Gamer looking for genuine gamer buddies/long term friends

I'm a 35 year old person, in the EU, who would really love some new connections/gamer buddies. The way life goes you grow up, people change, move on and suddenly you find yourself lonely. I've tried this before, but can't seem to find anyone who's sorta in the same situation, being an older gamer & parent who genuinely wants real friends & connections. But I'm not giving up finding those solid connections!
I grew up on games like Resident Evil & Dino Crisis, moved on to more social games like Raft, Stardew, Valheim, League of Legends, etc. The list goes on and includes anything from cute casuals to demanding horror. My great love is DnDing. I played for years with a group I loved, but life happened. Gotta admit, some of my fondest gaming memories are either DND related or Resident Evil 5 related. Have had a lot of fun over the years.
I like people who are goofy, nerdy, weird and genuine. I am bad at small-talk and I tend to overshare when I'm nervous. I can't be the only lonely gamer who's lost kin. I'd love to make friends who have busy lives, but get that need to reach out and chill with a friends/small group from time to time. Who one can rant a bit to, and provide a listening ear back, all while having fun and enjoying our gaming session. No drama, just being real and having some proper chill.
If you're in the same boat, hit me up with a message.
Obs, I can't really do this if you're time-zone is too vastly different from mine. If you are US based then it won't work, sorry bout that.
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2023.06.07 06:46 CornerCornea Old Traditions for a Night Wedding

I had been contacted by the magistrate to investigate a night wedding in the countryside that had involved the loss of human life. There seemed to be a recent rise in tourists involved in ghost dowries over the years. However, from my research I believe it was a man in search of night weddings for personal gain that was the cause of so many deaths.
When I received the request, I was nearby on Green Island, and addressing a rather unique matter even for my line of work. A little girl from the mainland had arrived two weeks prior and claimed to be the recently deceased husband of the grieving widow.
The child claimed to have woken up in the hospital where the doctors informed them that they had drowned and was clinically dead for 4 minutes when the body inexplicably sat upright in the gurney. This would have seemed to be great news, except when the child looked into the mirror, it was not their face staring back at them.
In old Taoist texts I have read of such events, where the bodies of the recently deceased are not put to ground quickly enough, and their souls are left to wander. They could get carried away by the Northeast or Southwest wind. Depending on the location from where they died. And possibly attach to an empty host.
This seemed to be the case, as the wife acknowledged that due to the wet season, they did not bury her husband's body right away. Because the grounds were so wet, that any graves would wash away, leaving corpses laying in the street. Still, I had the responsibility of testing the child. Whom passed a simple test of naming names. Where they used to live. The wife's habits. A conversation they recently had, and even childhood memories. All were confirmed by friends and family. But it would be the child's handwriting that ultimately convinced me. They were a perfect match, down to the signature.
Upon my approval, the villagers had no choice but to accept that this child was indeed the man come back to life. And when I left, he was sitting outside of his house cleaning fish as he had always done for 32 years, except now in the body of a 10 year old girl.
I didn't have much time to dwell on this case as I was needed at the aftermath of the failed night wedding. Ghost dowries have been in use for thousands of years, and traces of it can be found in many different cultures. From the Aztec to the Egyptians, and more recently from old Spain to the streets of Southeast Asia. Though in recent times, only a few remote places continued the practice, and there are a limited number of priests today who are qualified enough to handle such a case. Luckily, I had plenty of experience in this matter.
In my early years, I had married many ghost brides.
And was often asked, "But you're a priest, how can you get married?"
"Zhengyi Taoist priests can choose to take a wife or not. In fact, in order to pass on my Celestial title, I must have an heir."
The man looked distraught, "And you're sure this will stop her from whispering into my ear every night?" He clutched the bag rather tightly.
"Don't you worry," I took the bag from his hands. "Everything will be fine."
We would perform the customary vows and the following night the man reported no more whisperings from his daughter, yet a week later, the police raided my hotel in a different district. The man had claimed that I had swindled him. That his daughter had returned and continued her whispering of terrible, horrible things that he dare not listen. Clanking and banging away in the walls as he covered his ears in fear until sunrise.
Fortunately, I was allowed to prove my innocence.
I returned and stayed in the man's room, waiting with him for signs of his daughter. And surely enough, late in the hour, I heard the wretched scraping and dragging in the walls. The man stopped breathing in his bed and laid perfectly still. Even I was afraid to move as the most dangerous aspects of my job are in the unknown. My mind began racing, wondering if I had somehow botched the night wedding. Or worse, that the ghost bride wasn't his daughter at all, and I had inadvertently given this mysterious entity a special anchor to this world, a holy man.
The walls shook without reason. And a tiny noise could be heard near the man's bedside. He jumped off his mattress and ran to my side. The two of us watched as the noise traveled back and forth against the back wall like wooden clogs.
"My daughter did always carry around a rattle drum when she was little," the man whispered.
"Hush, don't let it capture your breath," I warned him. "Whatever this is, I don't believe it is your daughter. And because of the ritual, we may have increased its hold on this realm."
He whimpered, "Not my daughter?"
I held up my finger and traced the noise as it traveled in an odd form. I began to wonder if the entity was creating some sort of symbol.
"What are you drawing," the man cried.
"It may be creating a portal," I told him. "Now hush before it turns its attention toward us."
"Please, there must be something you can do?"
I reached into my bag and pulled out some incense. I lit the ends and began chanting. From my waist I pulled out a long yellow parchment. And drew on it a sealing spell. "Spirit," I called as I stepped forward. "I am a guiding light." The noise rattled with conviction as I drew closer. "Let me lead you to peace!" And with one quick motion I punched my hand into the wall, clutching the sealing spell in my palm, at the last place I heard the noise. To my displeasure I felt something wriggling in my grasp as something long and thin wrapped itself around my wrist, its end clawing at my forearm. I screamed when I felt its teeth sink between the soft flesh of my thumb and index finger. But I did not let go. Instead I pulled out this demon from the wall and threw it roughly to the ground.
The man screamed as he jumped onto a chair and screamed, "Rat!"
Yes. A simple field rat. That had a trap stuck on its tail which caused its movements to rattle in the wall. That had been rummaging near the man's nightstand because in one of the drawers he had left a bag of watermelon seeds.
Not all cases are this simple, and plenty are true to life supernatural encounters. Over the years my experience has taught me to be more cautious in my evaluations. Which was why when I finally arrived at the house of the massacre due to a failed night wedding. Every hair on my neck stood on end as I tried to be objective as possible.
But there was no denying that something heinous had occurred here. Bodies were still laying on the floor. Some with their faces in the dirt. Some missing their heads completely. And those with their faces up, were unrecognizable. And my first wife leaned into my ear and whispered to me, "This is the work of a ghost bride."
"How do you know?"
"I recognize her anger. It was mine before we were married."
"How do I know what?" A man walking toward me asked. "Are you the priest they called out here?"
He was average built, and in plain clothes, "Detective, why yes. I am here to assist you in anyway that I can."
The detective spit on the ground, "Assist me? As far as I'm concerned we're wasting valuable time carrying on with this hocus pocus bullshit. The killer's trail will be cold by the time we get through all this religious tape." He wafted the air in front of his face, "And the dead bodies boiling out here. This is all your fault as far as I'm concerned. Assist me," he snorted.
"Where there any eyewitnesses, Detective?"
"Several. But they're all saying the same damn thing. Spouting a bunch of nonsense. Which is why those religious nuts down at the station dredged you up."
"All non-relatives to the home owners?"
He snorted again, "Coincidence."
"Let us hope so," I told him. "Because the alternative is much worse." I walked the scene, going around the upturned tables, tracing the steps of carnage in the courtyard, to the main living room. There I saw the body of an old man, both hands clutching his chest, his face was completely missing. "Any surviving family members?"
"Some are still left," he grunted. "But we've gathered most of them under police protection."
"Have you located the husband?"
"Yeah, we're trying to extradite him."
"The foreigner took off in the middle of all the commotion. Boarded a flight back home according to our investigation. We've contacted the airline, and the airport security in America will hold him when he lands. As he is currently my number one suspect."
I circled the area in front of the shrine. Noting the spilled bowl and its contents on the ground. The position of the spoon next to it. Before standing in the spot on the left side where the effigy would have stood. "What about the bride?"
The detective shook his head, "What bride?"
"It was a night wedding," I told him. "There must have been a physical object acting as a stand in for the daughter's soul."
"Nothing more than bags of cotton usually," he paused. "But they did report that the stand-in this time was some sort of department figurine. A mannequin of some sort."
"Have you looked into that?"
"Why would I look into that. Are you crazy?"
"Right, you're right of course. You'd have to wait until after sunset to be able to figure out which mannequin serves as the ghost bride's earthly form."
The detective stormed off as if I had said something outlandish. Leaving me to my own devices, I interviewed a few of the neighbors who had attend the night wedding, gathered some evidence and sorted with the other officers at the site, and then left for the nearest hotel in the city.
It had been a long month for me and I couldn't think of anything better than I would enjoy more than a cold beer. So after checking in I went down to the bar, where an ethereal creature sat alone. She was beautiful to say the least and I had to strike up a conversation lest I live a life of regret, "S'il te plaît ma chérie, dis-moi comment on t'appelle pour que quand je sois perdu dans les ténèbres. Puis-je demander la lumière."
"Oh, American. I apologize. I thought you were French."
"On my mother's side," she brushed away her hair.
I noticed the ring, "Ah, you are married. My sincerest apologies miss."
"Newly married," she told me. "My husband speaking with the concierge."
"Activities on vacation," I mused. "How wonderful."
"It's nothing like that. It seems someone has left him a note. And we're technically on our honeymoon." She paused, "Though this isn't where we're supposed to be. We're supposed to be in Hawaii."
I ordered a beer with the bartender and sipped my drink, "Hawaii is wonderful, but this is also a beautiful island. In fact, when the Portuguese came here, they named it Formosa. Which translates to beautiful island. It may not be where you're supposed to be, but perhaps you'll find that this is exactly where you need to be."
The woman sighed, "I don't even know anymore."
"Ah, I know what this is. I've great experience in these matters. Having been married many times. You feel doubt."
She laughed, "How many times have you gotten a divorce?"
"Divorce?" I laughed. "I never leave a woman after we have been wed."
She looked taken aback, "Oh. I didn't know polygamy was so common in these parts." She glanced behind her to where a tall man was standing with what looked to be the hotel's concierge. "I guess we're in the same boat."
"It's not what you think," I told her.
"Where have I heard that one before," she rolled her eyes.
"Larissa!" The man called for her.
She stood up, "Well, it was nice meeting you. Tell your wives I said hello."
I smiled as she left, glancing at my sides. "If only you knew," I said while sipping my beer.
Now in hindsight, if I were not so fatigued after nearly a month of hard work and constant traveling. I would have perhaps picked up on the fact that she too was familiar with the concubine lifestyle. Which was unusual in itself for an American. Or perhaps I would have picked up on the fact that Larissa was an uncommon name. As I had read Jim's article. But there was no such luck, which is why, when I say that I am deeply regretful of what I read on the news later about the couple, I am truly at a loss for what I could have prevented. But that is not my story to tell.
After I finished drinking at the bar I made my way to the elevator and got in. When a man came towards me to hold the door, I called out, "It's full." He looked at me bewildered as I was the only person he could see in the elevator, before sticking his hand out to stop the doors from closing. Huffing and puffing as he glared at me angrily before pressing his floor number. Except the elevator pinged. The weight capacity light had turned on above our heads. "Like I said, it's full." The man shook his head in amazement. Pressing his floor number again. The elevator pinged again. Unwilling to budge. I sighed and got out, "I'll wait for the next one."
And wait I did, even in my room I waited for night fall instead of resting. The thoughts of a botched night wedding swirling in my head. For the many things that could go wrong. Because even though I had much practice in these matters, I was still always nervous before a fight. So when night fell, I was red eyed and exhausted, but better mentally prepared than before.
But when I arrived back at the scene of the crime, I was not prepared for all of the commotion.
"Ka-kin-eh Ka-kin-eh," a man shouted as the fire blazed.
I grabbed one of the men running by with an empty bucket, "What happened here?"
"T-the villagers, they set the p-place on fire. Trying to rid the evil demon."
I let him go and shook my head. The fools! I made my way toward the courtyard where I saw the detective from earlier moping his forehead as he was helping put out the fire. "Detective! This is terrible," I yelled as the flames licked the night.
"No shit dumbass, it's a fire."
"You don't understand," I told him. "Now the entity has nowhere to return. We may never find it."
He threw the bucket to the floor and whirled around, "Enough! I've had enough! Listen here, there is a fire. F-I-R-E. This a real problem. If it catches to the fields, it could light the newly laid fertilizer on fire and catch the entire mountain!"
That was the only word I had to say before he punched me. It was a dark night out, but stars had suddenly appeared. He hovered over me and I thought he would strike me again but then suddenly he froze. "What is that?"
I turned my head and looked out into the field. The heat of the fire burning the back of my head as I tried to stop my nose from bleeding. "Where?"
Neither one of us moved as we watched the tall field.
"Right there." He pointed.
I reached up and threw his hand down, "No! You never point at entities," I told him. "Now you could be marked!"
He ignored me and reached for his gun, "Stop! Hey you! I order you to stop or I'll shoot!"
I looked into the field, scanning the endless rows before my eyes stopped and froze in horror. At one point in time the thing must have been a simple plastic mannequin. Standing in a department store perhaps. But now, it was twisted and gnarled. It's first dirty and unrecognizable. It stood on all fours sometimes threes as it swayed slowly back and forth. The thing was also without form because it didn't need to bend or move as normal people. It was still objectively, plastic. It swung its arms behind it and used that as leverage to run, turning its head - cracking the seams that had somehow still held and took off.
The detective rung a shot out at it. I think it struck but it didn't matter. Though the mannequin was gone. The detective must have lost his mind because he gave chase.
I couldn't let him go alone so I followed. Pulling out my long yellow parchment as I wrote on it the symbols for sealing, hoping the simple spell would work. As we entered the tall field.
It was chaos. The ground was mushy beneath my feet, and the smell of fecal matter assaulted my senses further. In the brush I had lost the detective, so I was forced to tell my wives to help me locate his whereabouts. They didn't often leave my side, and some were reluctant but ultimately agreed.
I stood in the field, waiting with bated breath as I heard further gunshots in the distance. I couldn't wait for my wives to gather as I tore after the detective. And just in time as I saw him standing, looking absolutely terrified as he shot blindly into the fauna until his pistol clicked. The mannequin lunged for him. But I got there first. Pushing him to the ground, causing both of us to tumble.
He was eating a mouth of dirt as I pulled him to his feet. "We have to get out of this field! The ghost bride will pick us off in this thicket!"
Stumbling, and running, the two of us were covered in more than dirt. Several times we heard rustling nearby as if something were running alongside us. But eventually we made it out into the open plain. The detective trying to catch his breath as he reloaded his pistol.
"Shooting it doesn't work," he panted. "But maybe I can disable it from moving."
"Shut up," I told him. "Listen."
He stopped for a moment and we waited. Then all of the stalks before us shook wildly as if a hundred people were running through it. The detective raised his arm but I stopped him as my wives ran out of the field.
They were terrified as they ran right through us.
I hadn't experienced the feeling in awhile but the coldness as their ghostly forms went through our bodies was cold as ice. It was enough to bring us both to our knees, clutching our chests as we struggled to breathe. I had passed through one or two in a row before. But never 10 or 20 at a time. I lost count.
"What was that," the detective managed to gasp, his fingers in a death grip around his gun.
"A blue procession," I told him. "Something caused all of my dead wives to flee."
We looked up as the leaves in front of us rustled.
"Is it..."
I shook my head, running forward to catch her. My 13th wife, Ah-ren. Her arm was missing, and a part of her shoulder. She was an innocent girl that had drowned when she was alive. Her innocence carried on with her to the afterlife where many souls generally grew up embittered. But never her, always sweet my girl, just weary of water.
"I didn't want to go," she told me.
"I know," I held her. "I'm sorry."
"It got some of the others too. But Meita got in its way and told me to run." She cried.
"Don't cry I told her. You know how you hate getting wet."
"I don't want to go. I wanted to stay with you. All of us together."
I watched as her soul splintered and disappeared forever.
I had never felt such fury. In all my years, a womanizer, a liar, a cheat at cards, a scoundrel, a bastard even. But an undutiful husband? Never.
Without thinking I approached the field and cast a spell that was been forbidden.
"What are you doing?"
"I'm purging the field. All beings alive or dead will forever feel displaced when they enter here. A feeling of unending dread and doom will overcome them, causing madness if they do not leave or are unable to. But I have no other choice." I reached into my side and threw a handful of salt. It landed on the ground as I chanted. The winds carrying it into the field, the small white morsels rolling obediently into the darkness.
"Nothings happening," the detective's word stuck in his mouth as a horrible scream echoed into the night. It sounded like two pieces of steel being twisted together.
"There," I took off after it. The jumbled figure of the mannequin fled toward the village.
We followed it through people's homes, and between alleyways; the villagers screamed and fled when they saw it. We barged through home after home as we chased it. Until we cornered it at an abandoned building at the edge of town.
"It was supposed to be a mall," the detective told me. "But the developers ran out of money."
We walked quietly into the empty building. Shells of stores stood in various degrees of construction. Checking a few of the fronts before venturing further inside.
"You've got to be kidding me," the detective said as we came near the center of the complex. There next to the escalators and the fountains was an army of mannequins of all shapes and sizes lined up like terracotta warriors. "They must have stashed them all here when the place was being built, and forgot about them when it closed."
"There are hundreds."
"We'll go through together. Quickly and quietly." He added, "Stay alert."
We moved through the rows, staring at all of the stuck faces, searching for one covered in grime and bullet holes. But it was more difficult than it sounded. Many of the mannequins were in bad shape, weathered, broken, laying in pieces on the ground. It was hard to tell if a pile of parts was indeed our culprit.
Slowly we began to clear the rows and I could see the other side in sight.
"There!" The detective shot his gun. The surrounding mannequins dropped like dominoes when the entity scattered. Falling down all around us, drowning in a sea of plastic arms and smiling faces. I was struggling to stand as I looked up and saw the entity come rushing toward us. The detective fired his gun blowing out a knee cap. I hurriedly reached for my parchment but could not find my pen. Another shot, but the scorned bride kept on charging unable to feel pain.
It jumped into the air and another shot blew a part of its face away. The detective screamed as it tore at him. Pieces of his sinew was launched into the air as he was torn apart. I rushed forward trying to help but the creature grabbed me by the throat and lifted me into the air. My feet searching for the ground as my lungs folded trying to breathe. The thing turned its head toward me and said, "Will you marry me?" As the darkness closed into the corners of my eyes.
The fight was leaving my body as I saw several of my wives rushing forward. Their ghostly forms ethereal as they began tearing at the mannequin, slowly pulling out pieces of her soul, causing the mannequins arms and legs to go limp as they dragged her out.
I scrambled the floor blindly with my fingers searching for my sacred parchment but could not find it amongst the rubble and the ghost bride was fleeing, leaving the shell of her mannequin in a heap on the floor. My wives chasing her, screaming their fury for killing the others. For destroying their souls.
I chased after them into the open air, where she was being cornered. Crying as I approached, trying to escape into the Southwest wind. I knew what I should have done, but could not bring myself to do the right thing. Instead I bit my finger and drew symbols on my forearms with my own blood. Approaching the bride that never was and tore her soul into pieces.
When I was done my wives sat down around me before slowly dispersing as the sun began to rise.
"We did it huh?"
I continued staring at the sun, "Yeah."
"Well then," the detective said before disappearing. "Maybe in the next life I'll be sooner to trust you."
Later they would find his body in the abandoned mall. Still clutching his gun. The department gave him a 21 gun salute at his funeral and a medal as commemoration. I was just glad that his soul had not been eaten.
I, on the other hand, went back to the hotel. To the bar and ordered a well deserved drink. Where I saw a pretty woman sitting alone, "Did you know that in order for me to pass on my Celestial title, I must bear an heir?"

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2023.06.07 06:42 dalmarhol What to do when your kin is abducted in Kenya

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2023.06.07 06:05 Borkery Faw./kin Vibin in the Earnings Call Lobby all night.

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2023.06.07 06:00 emailjobsio Lifecycle Marketing Manager @ Kin Insurance

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2023.06.07 05:31 Mysterious-Cow-1550 This comment on Abbys IG post had me rolling 😅

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2023.06.07 05:07 Mahew420 What did I just find

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2023.06.07 04:56 shadowmiragee 9 multis now broke

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2023.06.07 04:39 IceCSundae Childfree poem by chatGPT

In a world where choices bloom like flowers, There lies a path that diverges, silently whispers, A decision embraced by hearts unbound, The freedom to tread where few are found.
Childfree, they stand, with purpose untamed, A symphony of life, unconventionally framed. No tiny feet to chase, no lullabies at night, Yet their spirits dance, vibrant and bright.
Unburdened by the weight of parenthood's embrace, They wander through existence, leaving no trace. Their canvas unblemished, a masterpiece of choice, Unfolding adventures, their souls rejoice.
Unrestrained by obligations, they roam, With dreams as their compass, they find their own home. They soar through the skies, like birds on the wing, Chasing passions and pleasures, the freedom they bring.
No toys to gather, no worries to bear, Their time is their own, a gift they share. They cherish each moment, unshackled and free, Immersed in a life of self-discovery.
Their legacy blossoms in wisdom's embrace, Nurturing dreams, leaving footprints in space. For their love extends beyond bloodlines and kin, Enveloping the world, where their hearts have been.
The childfree by choice, a tapestry rare, Threads of independence, woven with care. Embracing a truth that society may deny, They find liberation under the endless sky.
So let us celebrate their unwavering voice, The beauty of choosing, their freedom, their choice. For they navigate life with purpose and grace, The childfree by choice, leaving their own trace.
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2023.06.07 04:13 banana_retard Just got into NM and did one dungeon . Guess I’m respeccing to fireball , any suggestions?

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2023.06.07 04:10 abyssalgear a bit late but fit from seeing clan of xymox on the 2nd

a bit late but fit from seeing clan of xymox on the 2nd
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2023.06.07 03:52 triflebibis Why are you being hard on me?

Lahat na lang ng galaw ko may nasasabi. Bawat galaw ko pinaguusapan nyo. Pag walang ginagawa, may isusumbat. Pag may ginagawa, may reklamo. Di ko na rin alam san lulugar sa bahay na to. Tangina. Can I just take a fucking break? I just lost my hearing months ago. Di pa ko nakakarecover mentally. Di lang halata kasi kinikimkim ko lang kasi ayoko ng pagusapan pa and I really don't wanna dwell on it. Pero ang hirap mag-adjust. Nahihirapan akong mag-adjust.
Alam ko namang palamunin ako sa bahay na 'to. Pero nakakatawa kasi lahat naman tayo pabigat? Pero bat nasa kin lang yung spotlight. Tangina nyo. Di ko rin naman ginusto malagay sa gantong position. Di ko din naman ginusto yung gantong buhay.
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2023.06.07 03:49 xlindseeey Looking for similar Kindle pattern.

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2023.06.07 03:47 alen_OF when i requested peggy’s military record

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2023.06.07 02:48 OeilBlanc First Apple Watch ever and I love this simple watchface

First Apple Watch ever and I love this simple watchface
All the info I need at the glance
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2023.06.07 02:42 Spoonlala Jackalope Jamboree June 22-24

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2023.06.07 02:26 Huge-Judgment7404 NOP: An Unconventional Rescue (Part 77/?)

Memory Transcription Subject: Jonah Ahab, Human Civilian
Date [standardized human time]: 31 August 2137
I stepped back into Doctor Kefte’s office, where she and Mareng waited eagerly, or at least as eagerly as I could interpret from… however these guys emoted. I really just go by general vibe these days, the translator seems to do a good enough job at conveying tone of voice, somehow.
Anyway, I took my position on the ol’ chaise lounge… which I recently looked up what it’s called, and we started a-yappin’.
“Good to see you again, Jonah! So, you said you were finally making preparations for your first trip off of Earth and to Venlil-Prime!”
“Y-y-yep. In retrospect, I think I might’ve ‘poisoned the well’ a bit with some of my tangents on Confi’s show, and… well, I think I was a bit hasty for me to really discount the idea of me just never leaving Earth after… well, this shit.”
“And you’re worried that that’ll reflect poorly when you arrive?”
“I mean, I basically directly compared them to the Hitler Youth programs and the Lord’s Resistance Army. Not that I think I was really exaggerating, let alone wrong, but that’s definitely going to earn me negative brownie points from local officials. …Crap, now I’m going to get racially profiled by police analogues off-Earth! This idea sucks.”
“…Have you been racially profiled by police-analogues on-Earth?”
“Yeah, these two are a particular annoyance, especially given my choice in romantic partners.”
Mareng gave a lazed shrug as he slouched sideways in his chair.
“…What does that have to do with anything?”
“Well, they give him a hard time because he’s an arxur.”
In surprise that had me a little confused, Mareng sat upright, leaning in, baring his left eye to me.
“…You’re in a romantic relationship with an arxur?”
“Yeah? The one that saved my life. Didn’t we go over that?”
Kefte raised her pen as she chimed in.
“No, he wasn’t here when that was brought up.”
“Oh, damn, right.”
Mareng shifted his gaze between me and Kefte in confusion before returning focus squarely back on me. I swear to God, if this is going where I think it’s going –
“…I mean, like, after knowing what he took part in – ?“
“Oh my [email protected] god, not this shit again.”
“Look, I’m sorry, I’m really just trying to wrap my head around this – “
“I don’t have to justify who I love to anybody. Please, don’t make me argue this with you. It will get nasty. It will get personal. We both will regret it.”
Kefte, reasonably annoyed that we’re having to go through this whole thing again, leaned over to Mareng.
“He’s right, let’s just drop it now, and – “
“I know, I know! Sorry, just… rreally having to… process that.”
“…That being said, Jonah, uh… how worried are you by the prospects of addressing your own viewing public?”
…Well, that seemed like an odd question.
Shouldn’t I be?”
“I mean, to an extent, but – …wait, do you… y’know, read up on discussion around you? Like, ‘comments on the streams,’ or ‘see how people are referencing you,’ or…?”
“I try not to. Either it’s terrible and I worry myself about the derision of people I wouldn’t care about otherwise, or I get positive reinforcement for my outlandish stances and it goes right to my hips – I mean, my head. Lord knows, Viath wouldn’t take umbrage with the hips.”
“Ooh boy!”
Kefte darted for her bag and retrieved her tablet, tap-tap-tapping away at the thing as Mareng tried to hold back some vomit.
“…I don’t know what makes me more uncomfortable, the idea of one of them ‘taking you,’ or the idea that you would… ‘enjoy’ that.”
Yep, if there were ever a moment for a strong nasal inhale of self-restraint, this was it.
“…Mareng, I am putting a lot of effort into not teasing you with the lurid details of the ‘physical’ aspects of our love life, but rest assured, if anyone is the reacher, it’s me; et vice versa, if anyone is the settler, it’s he.”
“…Thank you???”
With her searching having born fruit, Kefte announced for the two of us the results.
“Ah, here we are! Popularity polls put you at around fifty – “
“No, actually, don’t tell me. Literally nothing good will come of it.”
Kefte awkwardly paused before sliding her tablet back into her bag.
“…Fair enough. Just, uh… prepare for… ‘pleasant surprises.’”
Mareng continued to squirm uncomfortably in place, seemingly still hung up with the previous subject.
“…I’m sorry, I just can’t get past it; after what they did – ?”
“By that same logic, given what the krakotl did to my people, my planet, my sister… well, take a wild f@#kin’ guess.”
Honestly, I don’t know how Kefte has the patience to handle this malarkey week after week, but God bless her.
“By Protector, would you two – ?! …Wait, ‘sister?’ That’s the first time you brought her up first, I think?”
…Ah, crap, now I’m getting into my feelings again… I mean, this is a therapy session, that’s basically the point –
Mareng, letting his beak hang open as he searched for the most tasteful words, eventually prodded further.
“…I take it your sister is a… point of… well, someone you don’t like… pondering…?”
“…Our last conversation was a… pretty heated argument. Would’ve rather have liked to have… left off on better… terms. Then… that happened.”
“…What was it… about…?”
“Asking her to… try to get upstate with us. She wanted to fight, and…”
I fell silent, staring down at the floor.
…All that hope she had was admirable. And what did it amount to?
…They were waiting for me to say something. Anything. …So I did.
“…And that’s what we get for having faith in people in general. That’s what it got her. That’s another mistake to learn from. So far, picking and choosing has been much more of a worthwhile investment.”
Aside from the tapping of my foot against the carpet and the hum of the ventilation, the room was deathly quiet. It took a good few minutes before the discussion resumed, and it was started back up by Kefte.
“…So… So is it fair to say that, in your perspective, you were trusting… ‘xenos,’ ‘aliens,’ what have you, with being good, honest people, and they failed to live up to those expectations?”
That earned her a finger-snap-into-a-finger-gun of confirmation. The tiny flick of her tail seemed to indicate a modicum of satisfaction with that.
“Now, Jonah, I feel that, when you go off to Venlil-Prime, not only will you have the opportunity to appraise the work of those Extermination Officers, but actually meet those of other species in their own environment. While your wariness is warranted, I guarantee that you’ll be pleasantly surprised.
“…I feel we’re making some serious progress here today. Mareng, anything to add?”
He slid himself off of his seat and cautiously, slowly stepped to my side, holding his wings open. With a sigh, I leaned towards him, ever so slightly, to grant him hug access. He wrapped his feathered appendages around me, resting his head onto my shoulder.
“Careful, Viath might catch your scent on me and have to overcorrect later.”
“Pfft, shut up~!”
“…You can find happiness with them. I should be happy for you – I’m sorry.”
“…Do you realize how much restraint it took for me to not rib on you for that – ?”
“Yeah, yeah, I figured, thank you – “
“Like, specifically by flipping that logic back onto you? Using that to counter you – ?”
“I get it, I get it.”
…Ah, f#$k it, he gets one arm around.
…To reciprocate! Not to give him a handy! Get your damn minds out of the gutters, detached voices that I am ascribing to a fictitious audience!
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The original plan was to get Jonah into a heated argument with Mareng, but I felt I couldn't do it to the hugbirb, so I rewrote a major portion of this chapter.
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2023.06.07 02:22 jbakab Can someone explain the difference between zurn Wilkins 375xl and 975xl, outside in Ohio serving irrigation lines.

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