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My (22m) GF (22f) has anxiety attacks almost daily and I now feel useless

2023.06.08 09:38 DementedCreus My (22m) GF (22f) has anxiety attacks almost daily and I now feel useless

TL.DR. at the end...
Pretty much what the title says. My gf has had anxiety and depression for years. We met last year through a mutual best friend "K" (21f), between August and September, and we hit it off as friends.
A few weeks later, I told K that I might be developing fellings for this girl but wasn't sure yet and would not try anything before being completely positive about it. She then suggested that I gorget about it for a while, since this girl was not in a very stable position, mentally speaking.
We get to february and I finally managed to get out of my ex's claws (she managed to rope me back in for a few months before I finally broke free). It should be noted that before and after the deal with my ex, I was completely sane and ready for a relationship (at least that's what I was told by my therapist).
Back to february and I told K that I liked this girl and was sure of it, we had become good friends and I was certain I felt that way and that she felt the same. K told me to go for it, so I went. I told my GF I liked her, I had liked her for some time and wanted us to date.
At first she was confused because she had had toxic relationships previously and was surrounded by false rumors (by the way I despise those), thinking nobody would have feelings for her. She told me she needed to talk about it. I agreed and waited patiently for her answer. She came back saying she felt something but wasn't sure what it was, but was willing to find out.
We dated for a month and a half and she managed to confirm that she did feel the same for me as I did for her, so I waited a couple kore days and proposed to her, so it became official.
While we were dating, and after we became an official couple, she'd have these anxiety attacks on our nightly facetime. They'd last a month on every single night, then be good for a week, and then back at it for another month. I tried to help her as best as I could by reassuring her, letting her know I was there and anything to try to calm her down.
Overtime, it became more difficult, she would no longer answer me and would start hitting herself on her thighs, getting bruises high enough her leg so that her skirts (she likes to wear them) would hide the marks. I died inside whenever I heard her doing it (she would turn off her camera but not her microphone).
She then told me she wanted me to listen, but because she did it in order to receive attention (she gets the worst end of the deal when it comes to her family and "friends"( they started the rumors based on a case of sexual harassment she suffered during the pandemic by someone we both know)). She did it so much she started doing it out of pure reflex, but I managed to convince her to stop.
She stopped hitting herself for a while when she found out I used to do it in private whenever I experienced my own anxiety attacks in the past and also when I told her it made me feel desperate and useless since I could do nothing to stop her whilst being over the phone.
This got her worse because she blamed herself for everything (this is important since she does it a lot over pretty much anything), but stopped punching herself. The first month of anxiety passed and we had a rather pepaceful week, then it came again.
We had a fre misunderstandings over silly things and she started doing something I always hated but never had the guts to say it since I fear I'll make it worse: she stated that every bad thing that happened to her was not important because she deserved it.
Now I don't know about you, but I am the kind of person who believes that nobody deserves to have bad things happening to them. May them be as small as scratching your arm against rose thorns or as big as mentally or physically suffering any sort of abuse.
She, however, is way down that hole and doesn't seem to get out, she says she'll do the work, but I just keep seeing her get worse and worse. Her family does the opposite of help (she gets treated like the black sheep even though she's done nothing wrong) and her classmates and project classmates pretty much force her to do all the work.
Between that and her job, she can't get a break from all the emotional trouble and breaks down every single time. I can't even have a normal conversation for more than five mintues because she starts berating herself and hurting herself again. She now digs her nails into her skin and pulls her hair (at least that's all I've been able to see, cause she might still punch herself without me knowing).
I have tried everything but she always goes back to thinking she's a failure despite everything she's accomplished.
She stops breathing, she feels like she's choking, she ends up telling me I deserve better and that it'd be easier if she just died, to which I counter with "and what about me?" Which gives me "you can get someone better than me because I am a waste of resources" and I am so tired and desperate of hearing that.
She knows I tried to end it myself last year by almost jumping of a building and falling on a piked fence. I did not go through with it by some miracle because I decided I was NOT going out that way and that whenever the time came, I would leave on my own terms.
She tried to do the same on a pedestrian bridge that overlooked a busy avenue but said she was to much of a coward to go through with it because she suddenly feared death. I told her at the moment that fearing death was everything but coward, and I stand by it.
I have a great deal of respect to people who did not go through with it and even towards people who, sadly, did. It is not easy to get yourself out of taking that last step or moving the arm or fingers and swallow one last time.
Whenever she has these situations she apologizes, stating she says a lot of things she doesn't mean, but I'm not sure anymore and it makes my heart break.
Last week I could not take it anymore, it was finals week and I had been studying as much as I could. I was also needed at home a lot to take care of repairs and stuff, so I had to cancel a few times we would be seeing each other. She confronted me about it, saying she felt disappointed, alone, worthless and a failure.
Then I snapped.
I snapped in a different manner than what you may think. I apologized, and didn't even explain. I apologized profusely about making her feel like that and that if she didn't want to talk to me anymore and end things, then I would understand completely and would not get angry or mad at all.
To be honest, it is kind of difficult for me to go out, even if it's just with friends. My family's economic situation is not great (my father stole from us before he ran away, died and left us with massive debts to cover, along with school debts) and everytime I want to go out, the first answer is always "we have no money, you will not go out".
After I said what I said while my first mental breakdown in months. She got worse. Open mouth, insert foot.
We talked it out, thought we'd progressed, but she's brought it up again a few times during her anxiety attacks.
This leads us to today.
One of her friends (it was NOT K) had an anxiety attack of her own and we went to help her. Said friend passed out in her arms (nobody saw it coming) and we rushed her to the infirmary. My GF had to go take an exam and I walked her to it. While on the way, she started having one herself, as she thought of herself as the worst friend ever because she had to go to the exam.
I tried comforting her as best as I could, but I had to skeddadle back home on the bus route and was running out of time. She had an anxiety attack about the same thing during the exam, told me about it and I couls only sit in the bus feeling miserable and useless.
I got home, she then got picked up by her parents and got home, we started talking and something insignificant on one of her school chats triggered another anxiety attack and she stopped breathing. This went on for a couple of hours. I'd try to stabilize her and not two minutes after she'd get it again.
She finally mamaged to sleep, but I am in dire need of any kind of help. I feel useless, desperate, ignored, fed up, worthless. I feel like I'm not enough because she told me she felt alone in this world and it just broke my heart. But everytime I tell her that I was sorry she felt that way or anything else to try to comfort her, she replies it's not my fault, that she's the one with the problem and that's it. But she keeps falling into the same things and repeats them over and over again for hours.
I don't know what else to do.
For those who read the entire thing, thank you.
TL.DR.: My GF's anxiety attacks have gotten worse and I feel useless and worthless because of it.
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2023.06.08 09:09 yaaracandy so done and tired with everything as a teen

im not s**idal btw just to preface. i hope somebody reads this fully. im not tryna be a classic whiner on this sub but i have no one to talk to.
its about 2 am rn, ive cried a lot and im not doing good right now. infact i dont remember the last time I ever really was thriving. maybe when i was 2? who knows. this all spiraled from a convo i had with a friend (P).
well i texted P abt something kind of unrelated, but i was just texting her abt me maybe liking my guy friend, but i cant really tell. we started talking about how it feels to be the friends that never get hit on, etc. not sure if that part of the convo really contributed to anything, but i'll just put that there. and then we started to talk about her crush, and then she asked me if i knew our friend's crush (lets call her E). I knew about E's previous crush, but I wasnt so sure I knew so she told me. Yup, i didnt know. Now see, obviously no ones obligated to tell me who they have a crush on or anything, but i always tell her who i have a crush on or wtv. and we're good friends, but this made me realize (it wanst the only thing, just the thing that mde me realize) that we have grown a bit distant.
Here comes the most important part: now why are we distant? Well, it all starts with our good friend A. A and I have known each other the longest (since we were 4, we're now 16), but we're not that close. She comes from a very unemotional house, where her parents werent the most affectionate. Thus I think she is very unemotional and probably doesnt realize the impact of things she says. I started noticing around 6+ months back that she was starting to slightly disrespect me, and would laugh at everything i say. At first I didnt think too much of it, then she started calling me stupid, dumb, etc. Supposed to be in a friend way, but the way she said it, the nonchalance, the amount of times, the fact that i kid you not she did this with NOBODY in our group, made me start to rethink her actions. I started noticing, because we eat lunch together (A, P, E, and another a but like she doenst really have a part in this), that she is CONSTANTLY laughing at everything and that im always a joke in the group. If i say something slighly quirky or wtv she'll laugh, give a side eye, and everyone will join in. I can't fully explain it well, but its that her jokes about me always go too far, calling me stupid/dumb, laughing at everyy single thing i do, making me feel like I joke. AHH i dont know why i cant explain in full what she does. anyways, even AFTER i told her abt it (she acknowledged, apologized), she continued to do it. and my friends? who see that i get visibly upset and i dont like it? they laugh along. I was explaining that I think I'm distant with E because shes usually in the group, whereas I see P and other A more outside of the group, and I've been distancing myself from the group. To be real, im fucking upset that my friends dont stand up for me, the way i would for them. It really really really fucking upsets me. I cant explain how much. Makes me feel like im back in elementry school, not many friends, and no one standing up for me. Anyways, some while back I told E about this. What was her response?
"Nooo come on she doesn't mean it badly 😭"
"I get how you feel though"
"Ig if it's repetitive it gets annoying"
HELLO??? ITS NOT ABOUT BEING REPEPTITIVE BITCH?!?! ITS ABOUT THE FACT SHE CONTINOUSLY DISRESPECTS ME AND TAKES A "JOKE" (which a pathetic cover up for what it really is) TOO FAR AND I CANT DEAL WITH IT IT MAKES ME FEEL LIKE SHIT. LIKE TRUE SHIT. WHY ARE YOU DEFENDING HER? SHES THE ONE CLEARLY HURTING ME
So yea. I was a bittt pissed with friend E. But still, I love her and I dont want to be distant with her, I just want to be distant with A. I have thick skin, I can take jokes about myself, but what I cannot take is disrespect. Constant, disrespect. Where I'm laughed at for everything. I am the laughing stock of my group it seems. For example, they had naan and butter chicken at school and I was tryna teach my freinds how to eat. A LAUGHED AT ME FOR THAT. You guys, I swear I understand the difference between playful teasing and then being mean. What she does on a daily basis is being mean.
Friend P says, yea I understand but " I think its better now".
.
Better? How about she doesnt laugh at everything I do? How about that? Why should I be expected to deal with her shit? I dont owe anything to anyone to deal with them being mean. Because thats what it is, mean. So yes I got pissed, and I've left her on delivered now. She texted me saying "Are you made at me :(". Why dont they understand it hurts me, and all i really want is for someone to just understand. They say they do, then they laugh with A.
And it just spirals from there. I realize, I'm not really close with any of my friend groups anymore. I realized; I am lonely. I am very lonely. I don't have anyone I can talk to. Look at me, I'm writting my problems on reddit. Life is just so hard. Theres so much these days. All I can think abt is "GPA, College, making my parents proud, looking pretty, will anyone ever like me, I'm so lonely, no one cares for me, I can't do this anymore". I cant even take care of myself, I cant take care of my spaces. I'm so fed up with life. I just want to float around in nothingness.
Texts:
From me: okay so basiclaly i dont think that anything ebtween me and E happened, i think its that i purposely distanced myself from our group cuz of A. i had talked to her abt that thing before, and she seemed understanding that it was hurting my feelings but shes back at it again and i cannot stand it. i tried, but ultimately it felt like continous disrespect. ik i talked to E abt it as well and she said "oh she doesnt mean it like that!". and i was like.....every single day at lunch, who does she lowk make fun of? whos every word does she laugh at? and its not in a good way either. before i thought it was laughing with me and it started feeling later like laugh at me. and i tried to get her to stop without talking to her because she just wouldnt get it. and then i used to think "well someones gotta see how this is weird and lowk disrespectful, but everyone would laugh along" . she still doenst get it. and i feel like i still see you, other A outside of the group but i think that because i distanced myself a bit i also got a bit distant from her, which is literally the complete opposite of what i wanted.😢1
P's response:
You: but also
You: does she do this with anyone in our group?
You: as much as she does with me?
P: Hmmm
P: Not really
P: At least I don’t notice
P: But there’s always some joking
P: We always joke about something at lunch
P: At the expense of someone
P: But not anything harsh
P: But that’s the way it is for me
P: And for us
P: I think we see it as fun
You: i see
P: Not offensive
P: But I completely understand you
P: Ik what you mean
P: Im not trying to minimize it for you
P: Like last year a lot of the comments she made were out of hand imo
P: Are you mad at me 🥺😩
Also heres chatgpt explaing it a bit better than me:
From my perspective, I've been experiencing a situation where my friend, A, constantly finds amusement in everything I do, and it's taking a toll on me. It's disheartening and distressing to be on the receiving end of constant laughter, as it undermines my self-confidence and makes me question my worth. The fact that A laughs at everything I say or do, without considering the impact it has on me, is incredibly hurtful. It goes beyond playful banter or light-hearted teasing. Instead, it feels like I'm being ridiculed and belittled on a daily basis. The laughter has become a constant reminder that my thoughts, opinions, and actions are somehow inadequate or deserving of mockery. It's a painful experience that chips away at my self-esteem and leaves me feeling devalued. I had hoped that by sharing my feelings with A and even discussing it with E, there would be a shift in behavior or a deeper understanding of how hurtful it can be. However, the persistence of this behavior demonstrates a lack of empathy and disregard for my emotional well-being. It's disheartening to witness how easily others dismiss the impact of constant laughter, failing to recognize the lasting damage it can inflict. In my efforts to cope with the situation, I chose to distance myself from the group, including A, in the hope of finding some solace and preserving my own sense of self-worth. However, this unintentionally led to a sense of isolation and further detachment from those I cared about, including P, E, other A, which is contrary to my original intention of seeking understanding and support.
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2023.06.08 09:09 yaaracandy im so so tired of life

im not s**idal btw just to preface. i hope somebody reads this fully. im not tryna be a classic whiner on this sub but i have no one to talk to.
its about 2 am rn, ive cried a lot and im not doing good right now. infact i dont remember the last time I ever really was thriving. maybe when i was 2? who knows. this all spiraled from a convo i had with a friend (P).
well i texted P abt something kind of unrelated, but i was just texting her abt me maybe liking my guy friend, but i cant really tell. we started talking about how it feels to be the friends that never get hit on, etc. not sure if that part of the convo really contributed to anything, but i'll just put that there. and then we started to talk about her crush, and then she asked me if i knew our friend's crush (lets call her E). I knew about E's previous crush, but I wasnt so sure I knew so she told me. Yup, i didnt know. Now see, obviously no ones obligated to tell me who they have a crush on or anything, but i always tell her who i have a crush on or wtv. and we're good friends, but this made me realize (it wanst the only thing, just the thing that mde me realize) that we have grown a bit distant.
Here comes the most important part: now why are we distant? Well, it all starts with our good friend A. A and I have known each other the longest (since we were 4, we're now 16), but we're not that close. She comes from a very unemotional house, where her parents werent the most affectionate. Thus I think she is very unemotional and probably doesnt realize the impact of things she says. I started noticing around 6+ months back that she was starting to slightly disrespect me, and would laugh at everything i say. At first I didnt think too much of it, then she started calling me stupid, dumb, etc. Supposed to be in a friend way, but the way she said it, the nonchalance, the amount of times, the fact that i kid you not she did this with NOBODY in our group, made me start to rethink her actions. I started noticing, because we eat lunch together (A, P, E, and another a but like she doenst really have a part in this), that she is CONSTANTLY laughing at everything and that im always a joke in the group. If i say something slighly quirky or wtv she'll laugh, give a side eye, and everyone will join in. I can't fully explain it well, but its that her jokes about me always go too far, calling me stupid/dumb, laughing at everyy single thing i do, making me feel like I joke. AHH i dont know why i cant explain in full what she does. anyways, even AFTER i told her abt it (she acknowledged, apologized), she continued to do it. and my friends? who see that i get visibly upset and i dont like it? they laugh along. I was explaining that I think I'm distant with E because shes usually in the group, whereas I see P and other A more outside of the group, and I've been distancing myself from the group. To be real, im fucking upset that my friends dont stand up for me, the way i would for them. It really really really fucking upsets me. I cant explain how much. Makes me feel like im back in elementry school, not many friends, and no one standing up for me. Anyways, some while back I told E about this. What was her response?
"Nooo come on she doesn't mean it badly 😭"
"I get how you feel though"
"Ig if it's repetitive it gets annoying"
HELLO??? ITS NOT ABOUT BEING REPEPTITIVE BITCH?!?! ITS ABOUT THE FACT SHE CONTINOUSLY DISRESPECTS ME AND TAKES A "JOKE" (which a pathetic cover up for what it really is) TOO FAR AND I CANT DEAL WITH IT IT MAKES ME FEEL LIKE SHIT. LIKE TRUE SHIT. WHY ARE YOU DEFENDING HER? SHES THE ONE CLEARLY HURTING ME
So yea. I was a bittt pissed with friend E. But still, I love her and I dont want to be distant with her, I just want to be distant with A. I have thick skin, I can take jokes about myself, but what I cannot take is disrespect. Constant, disrespect. Where I'm laughed at for everything. I am the laughing stock of my group it seems. For example, they had naan and butter chicken at school and I was tryna teach my freinds how to eat. A LAUGHED AT ME FOR THAT. You guys, I swear I understand the difference between playful teasing and then being mean. What she does on a daily basis is being mean.
Friend P says, yea I understand but " I think its better now".
.
Better? How about she doesnt laugh at everything I do? How about that? Why should I be expected to deal with her shit? I dont owe anything to anyone to deal with them being mean. Because thats what it is, mean. So yes I got pissed, and I've left her on delivered now. She texted me saying "Are you made at me :(". Why dont they understand it hurts me, and all i really want is for someone to just understand. They say they do, then they laugh with A.
And it just spirals from there. I realize, I'm not really close with any of my friend groups anymore. I realized; I am lonely. I am very lonely. I don't have anyone I can talk to. Look at me, I'm writting my problems on reddit. Life is just so hard. Theres so much these days. All I can think abt is "GPA, College, making my parents proud, looking pretty, will anyone ever like me, I'm so lonely, no one cares for me, I can't do this anymore". I cant even take care of myself, I cant take care of my spaces. I'm so fed up with life. I just want to float around in nothingness.
Texts:
From me: okay so basiclaly i dont think that anything ebtween me and E happened, i think its that i purposely distanced myself from our group cuz of A. i had talked to her abt that thing before, and she seemed understanding that it was hurting my feelings but shes back at it again and i cannot stand it. i tried, but ultimately it felt like continous disrespect. ik i talked to E abt it as well and she said "oh she doesnt mean it like that!". and i was like.....every single day at lunch, who does she lowk make fun of? whos every word does she laugh at? and its not in a good way either. before i thought it was laughing with me and it started feeling later like laugh at me. and i tried to get her to stop without talking to her because she just wouldnt get it. and then i used to think "well someones gotta see how this is weird and lowk disrespectful, but everyone would laugh along" . she still doenst get it. and i feel like i still see you, other A outside of the group but i think that because i distanced myself a bit i also got a bit distant from her, which is literally the complete opposite of what i wanted.😢1
P's response:
You: but also
You: does she do this with anyone in our group?
You: as much as she does with me?
P: Hmmm
P: Not really
P: At least I don’t notice
P: But there’s always some joking
P: We always joke about something at lunch
P: At the expense of someone
P: But not anything harsh
P: But that’s the way it is for me
P: And for us
P: I think we see it as fun
You: i see
P: Not offensive
P: But I completely understand you
P: Ik what you mean
P: Im not trying to minimize it for you
P: Like last year a lot of the comments she made were out of hand imo
P: Are you mad at me 🥺😩
Also heres chatgpt explaing it a bit better than me:
From my perspective, I've been experiencing a situation where my friend, A, constantly finds amusement in everything I do, and it's taking a toll on me. It's disheartening and distressing to be on the receiving end of constant laughter, as it undermines my self-confidence and makes me question my worth. The fact that A laughs at everything I say or do, without considering the impact it has on me, is incredibly hurtful. It goes beyond playful banter or light-hearted teasing. Instead, it feels like I'm being ridiculed and belittled on a daily basis. The laughter has become a constant reminder that my thoughts, opinions, and actions are somehow inadequate or deserving of mockery. It's a painful experience that chips away at my self-esteem and leaves me feeling devalued. I had hoped that by sharing my feelings with A and even discussing it with E, there would be a shift in behavior or a deeper understanding of how hurtful it can be. However, the persistence of this behavior demonstrates a lack of empathy and disregard for my emotional well-being. It's disheartening to witness how easily others dismiss the impact of constant laughter, failing to recognize the lasting damage it can inflict. In my efforts to cope with the situation, I chose to distance myself from the group, including A, in the hope of finding some solace and preserving my own sense of self-worth. However, this unintentionally led to a sense of isolation and further detachment from those I cared about, including P, E, other A, which is contrary to my original intention of seeking understanding and support.
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2023.06.08 08:47 1_plate Struggling to make progress

8 weeks ago I started trying to lose a bit of weight 2.5-5 kg /6-11 lbs. In the first week I lost 0.5kg/1 lb. I thought I'd lost some weight, I can pinch less skin ony stomach, but... Today I'm back to EXACTLY the same as I was when I started, no change in body fat, no improvement in muscle mass. Nothing. I couldn't believe it.
Should I just accept that this is my "natural set point"? Should I be more aggressive with my target callories? Should I ease off?
I'm in the healthy BMI range and losing the weight would keep me in that range. I just want my clothes to fit better.
Stats 23% BF, 4% bone, female 33, I train 4-6 times a week, cardio and strength have done for years, with progress, especially the last 8 weeks. I've had a few weeks traveling too, but was reasonably aware of what I was eating and was doing a lot of activity. I've been tracking my calories most days, religiously. My biggest struggles have been hunger and losing control after days of sticking to it. I've always been naturally in the healthy weight range and don't really gain muscle well.
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2023.06.08 08:27 Physical_Skill4137 Losing weight is so hard and annoying and I just want to be SKINNY and still eat everything

TW ED AND SELF HARM. Also disclaimer I don't eat 1200 cal a day, this sub is just one of the few dieting subs where I feel comfortable venting my dieting grievances.
I'm a 5'7" 20 y/o gal and during my first year of college I gained like, 20 lbs, landing me at around 150 lbs. I freaked out, developed a purging disorder and lost the weight, ending up at 135 lbs. Then i recovered and got back up to 155 lbs. Now I still feel pretty stable in terms of mental health but I really am unhappy with my weight. It's not all consuming the way it once was but goddammit, I wanna be happy with my body. I've got lots of high quality Japanese dresses too that I'm worried will stop fitting me soon. They matter so much to me and I want to keep wearing them!
I've been counting calories, which I kinda hate. It's always been my go-to whenever I have to lose weight (since 8th grade). But I just HATE how it makes me have to think about food so much. Even if thinking about food doesn't cause me to completely spiral/relapse, it still makes me a little depressed. Plus I rarely, RARELY stay in my calorie limit. I don't think I binge eat, but I'm just a hungry lady.
I know it's kinda bad but I was hoping starting on vyvanse would help me lose weight by getting rid of cravings but I've just plateaued. The vyvanse has still been great for my anxiety and adhd so that ultimately makes it a very positive force in my life, but it's still a bummer. A lot of the time I lose my appetite during the day, usually skip lunch and then at night my appetite for the whole day comes back. My other big problems is SWEETS. To make things worse, I work at a bakery. Calories aside I feel shitty for eating so much sugar. I want to be healthier, but honestly food is hella expensive and being in a two person household the veggies I buy often go bad before I can use them all.
Ugh, I just really really want to lose weight and feel like a dainty little princess again but it feels hopeless because I think I will just gain the weight back in the end (not like fat people can't be princesses, being thinner just makes me feel like i fit my ~aesthetic~ better).
Okay, anyway sorry for the rambling. So yeah. Any advice for someone like me? Or just someone who relates? FYI I'm not trying to be pro-ED here, EDs fucking suck, but I absolutely don't want to discuss losing post recovery weight in an actual ED/recovery space because that can be MASSIVELY triggering and keep people from recovering. It's really hard to find weight loss advice that works for people with a history of EDs. Honestly it sometimes feels like weight loss just isn't allowed for people like us, like we are supposed to gain however much weight and be fine with it. But for whatever reason it's fine for folks who've never been diagnosed with EDs to lose weight as they please, even if they DO display blatant disordered tendencies. It's all so hard to explain. I want to lose weight and be in a body I like more than this one, but I don't want to have to lose the weight then gain it back every few months. And I know it's silly but it's just so so important to me that I can wear the clothes I like and feel good in them. I have my bf take pics of my outfit coords but i cringe looking at them, especially because my hips are so wide and my thighs are so thick. My clothes are made for skinny shorts girls and I'm just...not that. They make my flaws stand out. But God damn they're SO CUTE!!
BAH, I RAMBLED AGAIN. My bad yall. Thank you if you read all this.
Edit: also I hope this didn't come across as insensitive to anyone who is much bigger than me and losing weight for serious health and life saving reasons! I know I'm still within the confines of acceptably thin and don't experience extreme fatphobia but I still don't like my size.
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2023.06.08 08:26 black-knight-13 My Hero Academia: Next Generation-Part 5

Seat 5
Name: Shirogane Shohei
Age: 15
Appearance: Slender build, pale skin, short black hair, silver eyes, small scar under his left eye.
Clothing: Dark grey pants, long-sleeved black shirt, grey vest, black fingerless gloves, grey and white sneakers, beaded necklace around his neck, and a black face mask covering the lower half of his face.
Personality: Calm, friendly, down to earth, diligent, serious, and a real sweetheart when it comes to his girlfriend.
Quirk: Gray Ghost. Shohei's Quirk allows him to transform his body into a glowing, silver specter. His skin becomes translucent, his hair transforms into silver, his eyes shine brightly, and he gains the ability to physically phase his body through any solid object. This gives him a great advantage when it comes to surprise attacks and escapes.
Quirk Drawbacks: Shohei's Quirk doesn't really offer him any form of physical strength so he needs to rely purely on the physical techniques he learns to be able to cause any kind of damage. He is also incredibly weak to any kind of Quirk that causes bright flashes of light. In his ghost form, his senses are a lot more sensitive.
Quirk Supermoves:
Fade Out: Shohei quickly shifts into his ghose form and phases through the ground below him to disappear and then reappear behind his target.
Ghost Drive: Shohei disappears and then reappears behind his target, wraps his arms around them, pins their arms to their body, phases them both through the ground and reappears at a higher elevation before dropping them either on their back or front.
Hero Name: The Phantasmal Hero: Gray Ghost
Hero Costume: A black and silver bodysuit with armored protectors on his shins, thighs, shoulders, and forearms. He wears a long, hooded cloak over it all and a silver belt that keeps it tied around his waist. Silver, metal-lined shoes are on his feet, and gray fingerless gloves are on his hands. He carries smoke bombs on his belt and a set of specially made, collapsable tonfa are carried on his waist. He still wears his mask over his mouth.
Background: Shohei comes from a rough neighborhood just outside of Musutafu. His parents were never really around so he had to make ends meet the only way he knew how and that was by fighting. He didn't have a strong build but he did have the skill and practiced a lot until he became undefeated on the streets. He eventually left his town and traveled to Musutafu to make something of himself but soon found himself back in the fighting ring to make ends meet. This was all he knew for 3 years until the day came when he met Akari, the woman that would become the love of his life. She healed his injuries and looked at him like he was a person and not an animal. She showed him a different way to live and a way to use his skills to do good for those around him which led to him applying to UA and becoming a hero.
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2023.06.08 07:50 Correct-Difficulty91 Donating chicken wings?

My friend randomly received a giant box of frozen chicken wings and thighs from a meal subscription service instead of her normal meals.
They are sealed, but she is vegan. I've read most places only accept non-perishables, but are there any places she could donate these, like shelter or food pantry or soup kitchen?
It's a big box and we don't know what to do with them, and wanted to help :(
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2023.06.08 07:50 Emotional_Sector_249 Final Ticket

My sleepless dream ends with an alarm, the pounding klaxon of mission start. The whirring of servos and pump of hydraulics brings my body to full readiness, ready for one last ticket.
The Woman from Angeri gave us this mission. She gave it to us and us alone. For the glory of all Mankind she said, strike at the heart of the Imperium. Bloody their nose in a way they’ll never forget.
The pilot, a good one from Yord, helps me get into gear. Everything from the combat armor, thrusters, and the ever-important Agamemnon device.
Myself and the rest of my team step into the waiting airlock, turning on the armor seals and tapping into the armor air reserves. The chamber depressurizes before the airlock finally opens. We jump outside the deployment vessel and switch our radios on, waiting for the signal to begin our descent to the world below.
“Mayday, Mayday, this is the Independent Trader Timberwolf,”
“Acknowledged Timberwolf, how may we assist,” came the response from the Imperial highport authorities.
“I don’t know, there seems to be an issue with the jump fuel li-” the captain began to say before the ship suddenly went up in a ball of white. The captain played her part beautifully, and the wreckage would act as our cover to hot drop onto the world.
Thrusters activate and I deploy my heat shield as I gun for the palace. The Coalition will be sorry to lose that pilot, she got us right over target.Now initially the Imps didn’t seem too perturbed. Debris from a ship that small would just burn up in atmosphere, no skin off their back, but they did get worried seeing five little metallic things drop from high orbit right over the palace. We made it to about cloud level before they scrambled fighters. Pretty good all be told.
Jond did his part too, he flipped around and pushed his thrusters to meet the oncoming jets. As he did so I activated the Agamemnon device. Jond got off about four rockets, splashing four of the jets, before he got taken out.
The rest flew around like headless chickens, this hot and heavy device strapped to my back cast out hundreds of false sensor pings for them to follow, blinding them in all capacities except the MK. 1 eyeball.
Even then, we were small, we were fast, and we were refracting light thanks to these cloaks. Imps never knew what hit em as we finally made touch down in the gardens of the palace. Asha, Nargör, and Dekan went to make a nuisance of themselves, sliver guns out and on the bounce.
The shoulder mounted plasma gun took out the main door, and some poor Imp standing behind it. I stormed into a room of Imperial marines, guns in hand, and practically as reflex I washed em out with hypersonic slivers. This ballistic computer was worth every penny of Coalition dime as I ripped holes into Imp after Imp.
One poor bastard even tried to knife me, as if a little knife is going to stop the one-ton steel abomination that is me. I ripped his head off and continued further into the palace. Everywhere I go is decorated with frescoes, paintings, and statues depicting all the glories of Mankind they revere, and everything that drove them to conflict with us. I find it a bit arrogant, but mine is not to question why.
A few Imps try to interrupt my thoughts, but again they are ripped apart by slivers on reflex. They even bothered to set-up a heavy laser emplacement at the end of the hallway, not that it does them any good. They burn through a decent chunk of my left arm as I rolled out of the way and down a side passage. A quick particulate grenade obscures their next shot, and a plas grenade silences the gun. That was a very quick response, clearly not enough though.
Pushing through a few more isolated bands of Imps, I find the rather gaudy throne room with its big golden doors. Left arm is at reduced effectiveness, and I can only guess that most of his personal guard is in the room with him.
Instead of walking through the front door, I push up to the ceiling. Hanging there I bore through it with a breaching charge, and emerge up on the roof. I find a rather surprised team of snipers who are quickly dispatched by my saka after I leap at them.
Dropping down from the skylight I make ready to dispatch the Emperor’s personal guard, only to find none. Just an old man on a gaudy throne.
“My sons and daughters have already evacuated the palace Coalition Man,”
“They were not our target,”
“Truly? You have far more restraint than my generals it would seem,"
“Call it a difference in philosophy,” I said, and at that the Emperor of the Empire of the Mind laughed long and deep.
“I know you find me repugnant Coalition Man, but would you honor a final request?”“Depends,”
“I wish to fall on my sword,”
“Then do it,” I said, to which the Emperor gave a simple nod.
There the Emperor drew from his throne a long blade, and succeeded in his final will. I took his head, and split his spine to ensure there was no recovery.
“Target eliminated. Adiri 1-5, report,”
“War Cabinet eliminated. Adiri 2,”
“Engaging the enemy. Adiri 3,”
“I am near overrun. Adiri 4,”
“Mission success, say your final prayers,”
No Imps come to avenge their emperor. Maybe they’re distracted? Or cowards. Either way, it seems I have a moment. I sit on this throne, this paltry thing of stone and gold that enables little men to end millions. Don’t know what I expected. It's a little vindicating to deliver the death he so flippantly affected back to him and his councilors, each of which could have schemed to prevent this. When my soul goes to Orz, to the living Void, I think he’ll find this all very funny. It's been long enough, I confirm the self-destruct order.
It burns for only a moment.

For another perspective of this conflict:
A Chance Meeting

Author's Note: If anyone understands why Reddit ruined my formatting three different ways when posting this that would be wonderful.
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2023.06.08 07:38 a-long-way-from-home My dad doesn't understand how scars work at all and it's really frustrating

TL;DR: My dad touches my arms and makes comments on my appearance about how I look strange/arms feel odd for whatever reason but he knows I have scars and his comments make it clear he is oblivious to the fact that scars are like, a different texture and things and actually affect your appearance and he's smart enough to figure it out on his own, and I'm sick of trying to come up with answers that don't make the conversation uncomfortable when he damn well knows why I look "bumpy"
My dad knows I self-harmed for a few years. He thinks I've been clean for a year. I am not clean, but I often cut now in areas he can't see (thighs/chest) or let it heal first before going back to short sleeves, because as long as it's fully healed he doesn't notice new scars. Anyway, today I was wearing a tank top. He's used to seeing my arms by now so it was a non-issue. Then he hugged me and said "Did you get a vaccine recently?" (which is ridiculous to say because he takes me to every doctor's appointment).
I looked confused so then he POKED and drew his finger along the area of one of my scars and said "It just feels like you had a vaccine there". I still looked confused and he went "Oh well I guess you were just tensing that muscle" and then he went off to get a snack or something. Like the reason that part of my arm feels different is because it's scar tissue, he could've figured that out on his own he's a pretty smart guy, and I certainly didn't need him to inspect me. It almost felt like he was deliberately pretending he couldn't see my scars. They're big and purple, it's right there, and I do not like them being poked.
He has also commented on how my arms are "wavy" and "bumpy" more than once, and he acts like a curious child. "It's like it goes in and then out!" "Why is your arm puffy there but not there?" Like it's obvious why I look that way he could think about it for two seconds and doesn't need to bring it up. Maybe he doesn't know this but scars aren't just parts of your skin that are a different color it's actually different tissue with various properties, including being a different texture and sometimes being bumpier than other skin. Of course if I actually say that he'll get all awkward so I'm better off just mutually pretending I don't have scars at all and nor do they have any actual impact on my appearance.
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2023.06.08 07:34 bubblesandbooks Calorie count of this vermicelli chicken, mushroom, and bamboo soup?

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2023.06.08 07:30 Apathy_Level_9000 My 4 year old Pomeranian requires food rather consistently or gets sick.

I don't believe he has a fast metabolism. For being a toy breed, he weighs 13lb! With the air quality getting worse since it's gotten hotter, we've reduced how much he walks outside, so we play a lot of catch indoors. We've tried to reduce the amount he eats per serving, and has small meals throughout the day. He has breakfast at 9am, lunch at 4-5pm, dinner at 7pm, and a small late night serving left out for him at 9-10pm. I know the last one sounds insane, but if I don't do that, he vomits bile in the morning. He can only eat wet foods. He particularly enjoys Hills Sciences beef and barley or chicken and barley (adults 1-6 years).
His health checks out rather fine, save for allergies, tracheal collapse, and luxating patellas. We've run all kinds of tests for him and biopsies. Save for a recent case of Alopecia X and skin dermatitis that has been treated, he's fine if you keep his allergies in check.
Does anyone else have a toy breed that seems to break down food rapidly? I wouldn't say my dog eats quickly. He often takes a few bites and then walks away and comes back. He goes to the bathroom immediately after eating or 1-3 hours after.
The morning vomiting unless he eats late at night is what worries me. The vet says that everything checks out health wise so this might just have to do with how rapidly he digests food. Anyone else deal with this? Have you found s solution?
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2023.06.08 07:16 critical_courtney [A Bargain for Bliss] — Chapter Eleven (sequel to The Fae Queen's Pet)

[A Bargain for Bliss] — Chapter Eleven (sequel to The Fae Queen's Pet)

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Previous Chapter
Chapter Eleven:
Walking into a dimly lit basement, I looked down at the cracked concrete floor. The room smelled of old drainage and expired cleaning products. I turned around to see the mirror I’d just crawled out of and caught sight of the Intrinsic Pathways chamber fading back into my reflection.
A simple white plastic border surrounded the glass surface. The thing was barely big enough for me to fit through. Barsilla didn’t have any trouble, though — the benefit of being a piskie and only a few inches tall.
She darted up to my shoulder and hid herself in my hair.
“I’m glad you’ve been growing your hair out,” she said.
A moment later, the piskie stuck her head out of my hair and added, “And I’m also glad you switched to the pineapple and raspberry shampoo.”
I rolled my eyes. Today I was playing carriage to the queen’s left-hand lady in the human world. And I could already tell it was going to be a test of my nerves. I’d never spent an extended time with Barsilla before, primarily because she was a bit scolding and judgmental.
But today came with an important mission before we left for Kilgara tomorrow. We needed to make contact with a powerful fae that lived in the human world.
“How can a fae live in the human world full-time? Wouldn’t that be a death sentence with all the iron and the lack of glamour?” I’d asked my queen.
“You’ll see,” was all she said before sending me here to accompany Barsilla. And by accompany, she meant carry.
The piskie looked around the little room we’d appeared in. It was a small space with concrete walls and floors. Against one wall a shelf of cleaning supplies stood, along with a mop and a janitor’s cart on wheels.
“Where are we?” I asked.
A grimy voice from the ceiling made me jump. I looked around to find the source.
“You’re in the basement of Ssorc Insurance Arena,” a masculine-presenting fae said. When I finally found him, my eyes widened.
In one of the ceiling corners hung a spider-like faery about a foot tall. When I got a closer look, I saw he had the body of a tiny man but a thorax and four narrow legs behind him that clung to the wall.
His front arms were crossed as he looked down at us. Eight brown and black eyes spread across his forehead kept a close watch on us.
“Hello there,” he said, waving a tiny hand. “Name’s Jello. Welcome to Portland.”
I raised a finger and opened my mouth to speak.
“Because he likes to eat Jell-O,” Barsilla said from inside my hair.
I lowered my finger and closed my mouth, nodding. That made plenty of sense. Maybe I could change my name to Chicken Nugget.
“You’re not going to come out and say hello to your old friend, Barsilla?” Jello called with a grin revealing two fangs and additional mandibles.
Her voice called out from in my hair.
“I’m quite good here, thanks.”
I raised an eyebrow. Barsilla sounded a little scared, which was a first for me. I’d always been put in my place by the tiny creature so long as we were in the palace. Here, her voice wavered, and she grabbed my hair a little more tightly than when we first arrived.
Truth be told, I was torn. Part of me wanted to rub it in, maybe jokingly hand her over to the spider dude. And the other half of me wanted to show mercy, because even when I get a chance to show vengeance. . . I’m not good at taking it. It took me years to destroy my abusive father, and he hurt me daily.
So, I decided not to push the issue.
“Alright, Jello. That’s enough,” I said, laughing.
To his credit, the spider didn’t exactly seem upset with me pushing back. He rubbed one of his mandibles and looked me up and down.
“You must be the queen’s new pet I’ve heard so much about,” he said.
“That’s me. Werewolf extraordinaire,” I said.
He nodded.
“It’s almost too difficult to believe. Your kind is so rare that for the queen to have ensnared one. . . I’m just left impressed,” he said.
My. . . kind, I thought. Aside from Mom, I’ve never met another like me. And does she even really count? She died when I was a kid.
All I could do was shrug. Maybe we were rare. But the fact that he wasn’t the first fae to mention such a thing did stick out in my mind. The queen had emotional attachments to me. Of that much, I was sure. But to other fae, ones I’d see at Kilgara. . . I’d be a token — no, a specimen.
It’d be like those videos of rich people who own tigers or lions and just let them roam around the house, lying on the couch and shit.
In that case, I’d just have to be all the more threatening to keep their minds off such imagery and more focused on preserving their own lives. Of course, that’d be up to my inner wolf. And I had no doubt she’d be up to the task. Unlike me, she didn’t take shit from anybody.
“Well, Jello. If you come by Featherstone when the Raven Queen holds court, you can see my more visceral self on full display,” I said. “But until then, I’ll ask where we’re supposed to go from here.”
The spider chuckled and looked into my hair, trying to find a certain piskie with his eyes alone. When he didn’t have any luck, Jello rolled his eyes and pointed to a filthy door covered in dust and mold.
“Out that door, up the cement stairs to your left, and outside by the garage. That’ll spit you out onto a path the humans call Free Street,” Jello said.
I thanked him, and we left without Barsilla saying a word. Once I’d started up the stairs, she poked her head out next to my ear and said, “Just for the record, in Faerie, his kind prey upon piskies. They find the best hiding spots in the forest and then drop on any little fae that happens to be hovering over the ground, looking for nuts or fruit.”
This was a tender confession from the tiny person who’d left me paralyzed on the floor during our first meeting. So I put all that aside before I spoke.
“I figured it was something like that. But it’s not like I would have let him do anything to you,” I said.
“Afraid of how your mistress might react?” Barsilla asked.
Shaking my head, I sighed.
“I just know what it’s like to be a tiny thing standing before a giant monster that wants nothing more than to hurt you. You try to shrink yourself down so that the monster doesn’t see you, but it’s never small enough. I always hoped someone would come along when I was trying to shrink myself and snatch me away. So I guess today I just wanted to be the person that would snatch you to safety,” I said, finally spotting a metal door with sunlight streaming in.
Varella’s left-hand lady didn’t say anything for a moment. But right before we got outside, she spoke.
“That’s actually how her majesty found me, you know? I was in the web of someone like Jello, crying out for help. Most faeries ignore such cries since the forest can be filled with them at times. And if you anger a spider, there’s always the chance they’ll scurry off to a Gohma to have her curse you.”
“A Gohma?” I asked.
Barsilla placed both hands on the back of my ear to steady herself as I climbed the last few steps.
“Queens among the spiderlings. Some of them are quite powerful, and once in a while, they’ll curse anyone who causes trouble with their underlings. That is, they’ll curse anyone. . . except for the ruler of a court. Varella happened to be flying by, heard my cries, and for reasons I’ve never been able to figure out, plucked me from the web. The spiderling that was savoring me was too frightened to say a word. He just hid under a bush, waiting for the Raven Queen to fly away. I’ve served her loyally ever since,” the piskie said.
Holy shit. Am I bonding with the piskie? I thought, again squashing the temptation to say something mocking of the little fae which could and would get revenge when we returned to Featherstone.
At that moment, Lady Bon-Hwa’s words came back to me. She said I craved legitimacy from beings that wore many masks.
Had Barsilla just dropped hers?
“How you felt when she plucked you from the web, Barsilla?” I started. She gripped my ear a little tighter. “That’s how I felt the day I struck the bargain with my mistress. Like she’d pulled me out of the jaws of death or something.”
I heard the piskie rub her chin.
“So when you submit to the queen, it’s about more than a simple pleasure for you. Immense gratitude is also mixed in there somewhere,” she said.
Clearing my throat, I felt heat rush to my cheeks. Barsilla was the last person I wanted to discuss submissiveness with. I’d talk about it with Ceras before her. And even they weren’t high on the list.
Walking outside, I heard the cries of gulls above us and heard a couple boys laughing as their mother walked by with a shopping bag that said “Remys” on it. Now that was a store I remembered. My father dragged me there more times than I could count. And it was always a long haul down to Bangor to visit.
The sky above us was cloudy, and a chilly wind gusted by occasionally, bringing with it smells of a harbor not too far away. A normal person wouldn’t smell it from this distance. But I could smell boat fuel and seafood.
“Do you remember the address?” I asked Barsilla.
“I remember the way from here. The last time I came to the human city of Portland it was through a different pathway. But if you walk down a block and turn left, it’ll spit you out on a path called Congress Street.”
Doing as I was told, I found myself on what appeared the be the busiest street in downtown Portland. Barsilla guided me with whispers to continue onward past the downtown square where a statue of a large woman stood overlooking dozens of people shopping or visiting restaurants or coming out of the public library.
I read a message on the side that said, “To her sons who died for the Union.”
Barsilla whispered, “I’ve never understood that message. What’s the Union? Some kind of human court?”
Sighing and shaking my head, I tried to figure out the easiest way to explain this particularly bloody piece of U.S. history.
“A couple centuries back, this country tore itself in two. There was the Confederacy and the Union. People from Maine, that’s where we are now, fought for the Union, which tried to put the country back together again.”
“Did the Union succeed?”
I nodded.
“They won the war, but a lot of shit happened afterward I don’t want to get into. And when I left this place to move into Featherstone — well, let’s just say I’d rather live in Faerie than any part of this world,” I said.
With the guidance of Varella’s left-hand lady, we continued walking down Congress Street for at least a mile before she told me to make a turn. We walked past an old Italian grocery store, turned again, and finally arrived at a dentist's office.
“Big Smiles? What kind of name is that?” I asked, looking inside.
“The name of a business where mortals go to get their teeth fixed because they don’t have glamour to do it for them. Consider yourself fortunate the palace healers make this place unnecessary in Faerie,” Barsilla said, tapping on my ear for me to go inside.
Sighing, I did as I was told. . . again.
Unlike most dentist’s offices I’d been in, this one was immaculately clean and polished. Behind two receptionists stood a wall covered entirely in ivy. And it was real. I smelled its vegetative scent from where I stood.
To my right stood a glass wall with a water feature running underneath the reflective surface.
A little transparent refrigerator sat next to some uncomfortable wooden chairs, and it was filled with bottled water.
“Hi there!” one of the receptionists said. He appeared to be freshly graduated from college and wore a button-down shirt and black pants. His nametag said “Jace,” and had “He/Him” pronouns listed underneath.
“Uh, hi,” I said, trying to remember the coded message my mistress taught me before leaving Featherstone. “I need to schedule an appointment as soon as possible. I’m trying to get the shinest teeth in all the land.”
I resisted the urge to slap my face in embarrassment. What kind of stupid code was that? This receptionist was just as likely to throw me out as he was to find me a nightmare fae by the name of Dramyra.
Jace snickered a little and said, “Well, who doesn’t love shiny teeth? And we’ve got a great new polishing technique our dentists just started using this month.”
An older woman’s voice spoke from behind me.
“That won’t be necessary, Jace. I’ll see her now.”
Jace looked surprised.
“Are you sure, Dr. Murphy? I think you’ve got an appointment in 15,” he said.
The voice behind me waved off his concern.
“Just have Melissa take care of that one. This is important.”
Jace scratched his wavy brown hair and nodded before punching something into his keyboard. I could only assume he was editing an appointment at the last minute.
When I turned to see who’d been giving orders to the receptionist, I spotted a woman who appeared to be in her early 50s leaning around a corner. She wore a long white jacket and had eyes the color of jasper. As I stared, she blinked horizontally instead of vertically like every other human I’d met.
As my eyes widened, she smiled, and I noticed an inhuman pointedness to her teeth. . . all four rows of them.
“Why don’t you come this way, and I’ll get you settled?” the fae said.
I gulped and nodded, suddenly getting the heebie-jeebies from this person I was going to follow into a private area.
Dr. Murphy led me past an X-ray room, a couple rooms with kid-sized dentist seats and small televisions mounted on the roof, and an employee bathroom.
At last, we came to her private office, and she opened the door, motioning for me to enter. When I hesitated, she said, “Oh come now. I wouldn’t be so foolish as to harm one hair on the Raven Queen’s pet. Few would be that dumb.”
Walking inside the surprisingly plain office, I was greeted by a tiny sofa, a mini fridge, a marker board, and a skylight. The walls were painted beige, and a desktop computer sat over in the corner on a screensaver with fish swimming by.
I took a seat on the sofa, and our faerie host closed the door behind us, locking it, which caused me to gulp again.
As soon as the door was closed, the fae dropped her glamor, and before me stood a five-foot-tall woman with pointed ears, turquoise skin, and a shaved head. When she smiled, I saw those four rows of razor teeth and two tongues, one purple, one red.
Her eyes now blinked vertically every few seconds, and they were the color of sand.
Black curled horns hung down from the back of the faerie’s skull, wrapping around her ears and ending in spiky white tips.
The faerie leaned against her door and stared down at her claws, which were painted a shade of crimson.
“Dramyra,” Barsilla said, flying out from my hair and bowing her head. “It’s been some time.”
The fae did not seem very impressed at the piskie’s sudden appearance.
“Well well. . . if it isn’t the Raven Queen’s left-hand lady. I don’t recall receiving a letter warning of your arrival.”
Now I spoke up, bowing my head.
“Apologies. The queen has been busy preparing for a trip to Kilgara. She didn’t mean to offend by sending us without an announced arrival,” I said.
I shivered when Dramyra’s sandy eyes looked me over. It felt like. . . like it wasn’t just her eyes watching me, but her shadow’s eyes as well. And I didn’t like that one bit. She smelled of vetiver and leather. It was a strange combination that seemed to whisper much more was hiding beneath the surface.
“First time seeing a nightara?” Dramyra asked, watching me shiver for the third time in the last hour. It wasn’t like the room was cold. Rather, it felt like her glamor kept brushing up against me and light scraping over my arms.
“What’s a—” I started, rather stupidly.
Barsilla cut me off.
“Dramyra is a nightmare faerie. Her sister rules the Nightmare Court.”
“Well just give her my life story, why don’t you, Barsilla?” Dramyra sassed, folding her arms and locking with my eyes.
The room fell silent.
I sure as hell didn’t know what to say, so I did what I always did in that situation. . . asked a dumb question.
“Excuse me, Dramyra?”
She smiled at me.
“Yes, royal pet?”
I do not like it when she calls me that, I thought. In fact, I don’t like it when she calls me anything.
Taking a deep breath as Barsilla turned to flash me a look that said, “Be careful, puppy,” I raised an eyebrow.
“My mistress said you lived here in the human world permanently. I was wondering. . . how you survived here in a world of iron and without any glamour?”
Dramyra ran a finger down one of her arms.
“Well, for starters, all of my tools here in the office aren’t made of iron. They’re custom designed from silver. Not an ounce of iron here. And I assure you, I have all the glamour I need.”
I must have looked like I had more questions because Dramyra pointed a finger at me.
“You must not have a solid grasp on how glamour works. Glamour isn’t something that just exists naturally in this world or Faerie. Rather, fae produce glamour by feeding. Different fae feed in different ways. Your queen feeds off your affections as well as the power of her throne itself. And I. . . well, I feed off the fear of others.”
That sounded pretty damn terrifying. . . which I’m sure was exactly the effect Dramyra must have intended because she just laughed when I slunk down into the couch.
“Oh relax. It’s not so bad. I learned a few decades ago that there are some things mortals fear collectively as a species. And one of them?”
It clicked in my head.
“The dentist! I fucking hated visiting the dentist. Growing up, there was no place more terrifying. With every visit, I was petrified that I needed yet another filling or maybe even a root canal.”
Dramyra looked pleased with my figuring it out.
“Exactly. So, knowing this, I disguised myself as a dentist, opened this business, and the mortals bring me their terrified children every single day. All I have to do is walk up and down the hall with a mask on my face, looking at paperwork, and nobody suspects a thing. The entire office fills with fear, which I devour, and then I can produce all the glamour I need.”
When I realized this, it was kind of ingenious. This was like. . . the ultimate business model for a nightmare fae like Dramyra. And if this place went belly up, she could always disguise herself as an IRS agent. Though that might get her more anger than fear.
Barsilla cleared her throat.
“Oh, yes. You were getting ready to explain why you showed up without warning. Well, go on, little piskie,” Dramyra said, her smile fading as she turned her attention back to Varella’s left-hand lady.
Pulling out her little clipboard and an even smaller pencil, the piskie looked over a few things as if she was steadying herself for what had to be said.
“Queen Varella is officially calling in her favor. Decades ago, she hid you—”
“I know why I owe her,” Dramyra snapped, her sandy eyes glowing orange. “You can skip that part.”
Barsilla quickly crossed something off on her papers.
“Right, well, she wants you to make a request to your sister, the Nightmare Queen. Her majesty informed me Queen Trylla will grant you anything you ask of her.”
The nightara rubbed her chin as she leaned against the wall even more.
“It’s true. My little sister adores me. Though I don’t know what the Raven Queen would want from her.”
I looked back and forth between the fae, finding myself wondering about how my mistress hid the nightmare fae before me. What were the circumstances? Was it a witness protection kind of thing? Did faeries even have need of that?
It’s not like they can call some vacuum store and vanish to Alaska, I thought, scratching the back of my head.
Barsilla looked down at her notes, not meeting Dramyra’s eyes when she relayed my mistress’ request.
“The Raven Queen wants you to ask your sister for her vote in Kilgara.”
Silence filled the room again as I heard Barsilla’s tiny heart beating like that of a hummingbird. She was sweating a little, too. But Dramyra’s mood changed almost instantly. She laughed louder than I’d heard before and threw her head back.
“Ahahahaha! So, Queen Varella is making a move for Bliss. How interesting! Not in a thousand years would I have guessed such a thing. That ought to make for a very interesting summit with the other courts.
Suddenly this mission of great importance made more sense. My mistress sent us to cash in a favor so she could try and stack the deck before we gathered with the other rulers of Faerie to decide who would host Bliss.
The nightara locked eyes with me, and I felt more gooseflesh crawling over my arms and thighs. I really wished she would stop doing that.
“Very well, piskie. I will do as the Raven Queen asks. It’s not like I have the power to refuse a favor when I’m in her debt. So you may scurry back with the young wolf here and tell her at least one vote is safely in her corner,” Dramyra said. “As for you, Sierra, I hope you're ready to meet folks even scarier than me. And I’d stick real close to that mistress of yours once you leave the halls of Featherstone. You have no idea just how many lords and ladies of Faerie would love to have themselves a pet werewolf. You’re quite—”
“Rare,” I finished for her. “I’ve heard it before.”
I sounded agitated, but I was just trying to mask my fear. I’d happily submit to my mistress a thousand times. But I was no fool. I knew there were cruel immortals all through Faerie that would find worse ways to hurt me than my father ever could have.
And we were off to a summit where they’d all be gathered.
As we left the dentist, I hoped and prayed my inner wolf had gotten at least a few memories of today and would understand she needed to carry the visage of an absolute killer.
I didn’t want to end up in the clutches of a nightara. . . or worse.
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2023.06.08 06:54 Icy_Plenty_7117 I need to get something off of my chest fellow Dads

This isn’t necessarily a Dad thing, I reckon it kind of is because my daughter initiated the interaction, but mostly I’m sharing here because this might be the only pure place in the internet. I’m not a big emotions guy, sometimes it’s my superpower when shit hits the fan and I’m the only one keeping it together, the downside is I rarely deal with things like I should, i compartmentalize, ignore and bury things.m, which is obviously not good and I know that.
Ok, so my daughter is 18 months old. She’s in this stage where she CAN say Hi but she really prefers to give people a big huge smile and an ear piercingly loud squeal, which then makes herself giggle. This evening is was pushing her in the buggy at Walmart in the refrigerated section where the cheese is. My wife was going down her list while I entertained the kid. There was an older gentleman on one of the store’s handicapped scooters coming towards us, my daughter made eye contact, smiled, banshee screamed and then giggled. I smiled and said “how are you this evening” (I’m not only a very talkative, never met a stranger kind of man, I’m also a lifelong southerner with the hospitality ingrained in me, so while some people find it odd old folks here usually love it lol). He half nodded and said something about his phone being missing and be was digging in his pockets. I assumed he meant missing but on his body or on the scooter. I go back to our regular scheduled shopping.
A few minutes later he comes by again, looks frantic and is clearly searching and retracing his path. My daughter is now being fussy and my wife is dealing with her so I asked him if he is still missing his phone. He said yes and seems quite concerned. So I unlocked my phone, opened it to the dial pad and handed it to him to call his phone. He seemed shocked but dialed, I heard it ringing and jogged towards the sound. It had fallen and slid under the shelf, he never would have found it just by looking. I brought it back to him…and he cried. Sobbing really, thanked me profusely, we exchanged names and through the crying he managed to say he was glad there was still good people in the world. Now my kid is full on having a meltdown, so I shake his hand again, asks if he’s good now and ran off to catch up to my family.
I didn’t think much about it at the time. The crying surprised me but I was so focused on my wife desperately trying to explain to my daughter that no, she didn’t need a package of raw chicken legs and then the meltdown that it didn’t really sink in. Until now, when everyone is asleep and I’m by myself. I know the world is a crazy place and people do terrible things to each other, but kindness isn’t gone. And I don’t mean me, this isn’t me looking for an attaboy, small acts of kindness happen all over, especially if you are paying attention, and while the news is all bad I think people as a whole are mostly good.
I don’t know what that man had been through today, or this year or in his life. He looked to be late 50s/early 60s, there’s a lot of life experience in that many years. But what prompted the strong reaction? The potential financial impact of losing a very nice smart phone (fancier then my couple year old iPhone), was be relying on the phone to call for a ride home? Was he worried about someone finding the phone and getting in to banking apps or something? Had he had bad experiences and a good one was shocking? Was there a special picture of a loved one on the phone? Was it my trusting him to hold my phone while I go get his? (Because it did cross my mind as I jogged off to go find his phone, that a stranger now had mine, but I wasn’t worried about him trying anything, plus even if he was faking needing a scooter I still could easily catch him). Was there an added layer of shock because he was an older black, possibly mixed race man and I’m white, 35, bald headed with a long beard and armfuls of tattoos? I’ve lived in the rural south my entire life and while racism absolutely happens still, and personal experience varies, I’ve never acted any less friendly and chatty or helpful to strangers based on skin color (or anything else) and never had a reaction like that.
I know that only that old man holds the answers to my questions, and that’s ok. I’m really just needing to type this out, to process it in my head, and try to understand why I’m feeling SO MANY emotions, I’m tearing up right now. Something about HIS reaction is really getting to me now that the house is quiet. Be kind to strangers, offer a helping hand, and let’s raise our kids in a way that one day nobody has to be shocked that there are good people. Thank you to anyone that reads all of my rambling.
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2023.06.08 06:43 veggiecakegirl what could this recurring rash be?

what could this recurring rash be?
26F in CA
I’ve always had sensitive skin, mostly started as a late teen/early 20s: -tinea versicolor -shingles when 16* (i’m skeptical of this for many reasons) -stress trash between knees and thighs during high stress situations -can’t use essential oils -acne prone skin my mom has eczema.
I’ve started getting a rash on my elbows, inner knees and inner thighs since getting covid 02/2022 and have gotten the same rash mainly between my thighs on 06/22, 10/22, 4/23, and currently.
the main thing that is so strange is the circular ring that it shows up as ONLY between my thighs on my left thigh. it is not contagious, my partner has not gotten anything so it can’t be ringworm.
All the bumps seem mostly like clusters, aren’t overly itchy and so far have gone away in their own eventually. i’ll use cortisone to help with the itch. it also doesn’t always get as bad as the photos, sometimes it’s just a few bumps and will go away.
anyone have any thoughts?
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2023.06.08 06:38 Educational-Nose223 Fast Lean Pro Reviews Reddit :⚠️Scam?⚠️Must Read! Before Buy - Fast Lean Pro Review - Does Fast Lean Pro Work ?

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2023.06.08 06:28 swampbrewcrew Are the AI Bots taking over?

Are the AI Bots taking over?
I’m not sure if they are or aren’t, but what flavor pre-charcoal goes good with chicken.
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2023.06.08 05:51 RoflChief Not getting hungry ever since i started my weight loss journey. Normal or bad?

23 male here old in my life. 220lbs. I wasnt huge or noticeably fat when wearing clothes but if you were next to me. You could notice my stomach sticking out. You would notice my neck fat. I was that type of fat.
Started my diet 3 weeks ago and within the first week of eating purely clean i felt thinner and felt my water weight decreasing like crazy. My parents started to notice my neck area get thinner and my stomach get flat. As of right now im now 207lbs. I feel like im gonna look skinny when i get to 170. My normal weight is 145. 170 is the new 145 for me atleast.
My main concern which was these past couple days, im just NOT hungry?? I ate eggs and potatoes for breakfast which was about 400 calories. And i was pretty much done for the day. 13 hours later i forced myself to eat chicken and rice so I wouldnt be malnourished.
Is this normal? Is it unhealthy? Everything i looked up on Google provided no answer. Do i just listen to my body and eat when im hungry? Crashing my diet? Metabolism
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2023.06.08 05:28 CRYPTICpoet6707 Not a tiktok but truly horrifying, # 6 really gave me chicken skin

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2023.06.08 05:28 Koshkaboo New Lipid Results, LDL under 50 now

I just got back new lipid panel results. I was very happy to see that after increasing my rosuvastatin to 40 mg 2 months ago, I was able to get to my goal of being under 50 LDL. Big difference from pre-statin at 181!

Aug Dec Mar June
Total Chol 237 144 125 112
Trig 122 138 92 129
HDL 50 45 48 44
LDL 181 80 59 45
VLDL not given not given 18 23
The December test was when I was taking 10 mg rosuvastatin, no lifestyle changes. March was after about 6 weeks of 20 mg. I also tightened up my diet. June change is just the 40 mg. My primary goal was to get LDL under 50 and that was met.
I am a little puzzled by the 129 trig in the new results. It was 92 in March. I don't eat lots of sugars and eat a fairly mod carbohydrate diet. I record what I eat and in the last 2 months I ate an average of about 100 carbs a day. My added sugars are only 3% of my calories. I did eat out the day before this last panel. On the other hand it was half sandwich and half a salad at Panera.
I feel most of my eating is pretty good. I don't eat beef (stopped over 20 years ago). I do eat fish and chicken. I only eat reduced fat feta cheese at home for any any cheese. Occasionally I might order a meal in a restaurant that had a little cheese. I only eat whole grains at home, occasionally can't get that at a restaurant.
I do need to up my activity level. We are in the middle of getting ready to close on the sale of our house so once that happens I will get back to exercise (in a couple of weeks).
My main diet change since January getting rid of non-nutritious snacks. These were mostly snacks that weren't bad for you (they didn't have much added sugar or refined grains) but were mostly just a waste of calories. Mostly be doing that I lost 16 pounds since January. I am not overweight by BMI by 10 pounds.
Oh - I don't really know why VLDL went up by 5. I'll probably check again in a few months and see how I'm doing.
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2023.06.08 05:19 alcoholicdepresso I’m worried I will go too far.

I got two blades from Temu. They’re super sharp. I can just barely good on my skin and it will bleed drops. It’s so sharp it does t really hurt. My thighs are awfully cut up, and scarred. I feel so alone. I’m starting to only feel anger and resentment. Then just numb. I love the sight of the blood dripping down my thighs. I feel so worthless. I feel I deserve to be hurt. I can’t get any stress relief(sex 🙄) from my partner. Barely even there in the present right next to me. I feel so alone. I feel invisible 95% of the time. I don’t know what to do anymore. I try and try to communicate, but they snap at me. And leave Me to sleep alone yet again. I’m passive aggressive and I do t mean to be. But o feel worthless. I feel ugly. Unloved. Annoying. He’s mean to me. He’s rude. He’s lazy. I do everything around the house. I take care of all our animals. I do his laundry. Km not doing his laundry or dishes anymore. I’m done being his mommy.
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2023.06.08 05:06 Slaxghosthunter Eddie does this give u chicken skin? If does like it or not don’t like it.

Eddie does this give u chicken skin? If does like it or not don’t like it.
Sorry that I can’t post the video on Reddit, but plz click on the link and watch video.
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