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Bit about me: I 36M, regularly lift weights, do kickboxing, and run a few times a week.
I get a fairly predictable zap in the same place on the upper shin about a fist width below my left knee cap. It corresponds to how much my leg extends when lifted to my front. It occurs in these instances: -Attempted L-Sit: when trying to raise and extend both legs forward -Hanging leg raises: when raising both legs slowly and controlled and keeping them as straight as possible -Muay Thai (Kickboxing): when attempting to extend left leg in forward kick (a teep) while jutting the hip forward to accentuate. It's not like painful but it's just a prominent sensation and annoying. What's the cause and what MIGHT I look into in order to possibly correct it?

I play Minecraft on PS5. I've repeatedly been having a glitch where I get stuck underwater, and it won't let me swim up. If I hold x to swim up, I stay still, and if I let go of x I'll sink as if I'm holding a button to swim down.
This 100% is not being caused by the buttons on the controller getting stuck; this is an issue that only ever happens when underwater in Minecraft. I'd say it happens about 1 in every 10 times I go under water.
Sometimes, it'll go back to normal after a few seconds. I've tried things like placing a block or opening my inventory, but it seems entirely random when/if it'll let me swim up.
I've lost so much stuff on survival worlds this way :( and am essentially forced to avoid water.
Does anyone know about this glitch, and what I can do to stop it from happening?

Hello there! Hope You all doing better everyday! Since that's gonna be my very first post in here, I already apologise for my poor English skills, as it isn't my first language. A little about me and the anxiety I have: I am a 20 year old guy from Estonia (Baltics), apparently to Your surprise I'm more of an extrovert and working a job at front desk. I smoke cannabis daily (on work-days only before bed), I also use nicotine daily (smokeless nicotine pouches) as well as the caffeine in my morning cup. I suffer under terrible health anxiety, which I haven't really talked about with my doctor. It's become pretty much daily now. Sometimes when I smoke a little too much/or randomly even while sober I'm just, all of a sudden, starting to feel my heart rate going up, getting dizzy, instantly my breathing changes as I'd need more oxygen. When things go really bad, my hands start to shake and I might even have a weird feeling in my chest for a while. And every God-damn time, I'm afraid I'm just about to have some heart-related episode. The fear of death kicks in as my thoughts are rushing faster than the speed of sound. I just hate it all so much. I'm about to go and see my doctor soon, since I already sent her a letter that I wanna check out what's up exactly. I wanna do all the blood tests, ECG for sure (to make sure my heart functions right), spirography in case it should be asthma/something lung related. Does anybody feel me? It sometimes really feels like a slow death. . .

My wife is starting a tattoo apprenticeship soon. I bought her some equipment, including an unwired footswitch. I assumed it just meant I needed to buy a plug-and-play cable or something, but I was wrong, it actually needs to be wired.
The footswitch needs to connect to a power supply with a 1/4" phono input. Inside the footswitch is a micro switch. Links to the items in question are at the end of this post.
I spent some time reading and think I know what to do, but I wanted to ask some strangers on the internet first.
The footswitch serves the same purpose as a sewing machine pedal, you step on the switch and the tattoo machine starts and runs as long as you maintain pressure on the switch, then shuts off when you lift your foot. It is not a toggle.
I will strip the cables to get rid of the clip connectors, then I want to attach the cables to the NO and C spot, leaving NC empty, right?
My two big questions are: 1. I put the red cable on the NO spot, right? Or does it matter? 2. The footswitch has a ground screw, do I need to ground it? The power supply is grounded, but I don’t need to do anything with the ground screw in the footswitch itself, right? I figure the grounding screw is there for if you were running machine power in/out of the footswitch itself. I don’t think there is much power going through the footswitch cable, actually, with that power supply you don’t even need a footswitch, but she wants to use one so she doesn’t accidentally tattoo herself or something.
I know it will need to be soldered, I think we can handle that part, she has a lot of non-electrical soldering experience from back when she had a job restoring old stained glass. I also found videos of kids soldering microswitches, so I think we can handle it.
Lastly, tell me if this is something you feel I shouldn’t do personally. The wired ones were out of stock, otherwise I’d have just bought one. It is a bigger project than I was expecting, but this isn’t exactly wiring up a house or anything. If there’s something I don’t know about you think might cause a giant problem let me know and I’ll either take it to a professional or just buy a new one with the wire already installed. This was just sort of a fun challenge/project to try out.
This is the foot switch: https://linemaster.com/product/161/Gem-V/GEM-V2/
Inside the foot switch is this microswitch: https://www.ebay.com/itm/262965726246?chn=ps&norover=1&mkevt=1&mkrid=711-117182-37290-0&mkcid=2&mkscid=101&itemid=262965726246&targetid=1493511194825&device=m&mktype=pla&googleloc=1014485&poi=&campaignid=19851828444&mkgroupid=145880009174&rlsatarget=pla-1493511194825&abcId=9307249&merchantid=114729749&gbraid=0AAAAAD_QDh-zhNKorGmj638bUgtNv1vK5&gclid=Cj0KCQjwmtGjBhDhARIsAEqfDEcpn1hoRTN3yB9st8mu7TdeAXndvNk6OEsthVkJnSsXFGojBKbXRfYaAq12EALw_wcB
The foot switch connects to this power supply: https://www.painfulpleasures.com/products/musotoku-tattoo-power-supply-black
I believe I can use this cable: https://www.painfulpleasures.com/products/hm-6-6-clip-cord?_pos=25&_fid=32655ae4a&_ss=c
Thank you all so much!

A friend of mine from my university suddenly stopped talking to me and has started to ignore me every time we meet with our other friends. So we were out one day and she seemed kinda down. So I started talking to her or trying to joke around as an effort to cheer her up. Point is she either ignored me or she gave a very short and shallow answer while she seemed to talk just fine with the other members of the friend group. This behavior has continued for the past month. She is very lively when she talks with the other members of the group but she straight up ignores me or doesn't even say hi to me or even look me in the eyes when i talk directly to her. I tried to talk to her as soon I spotted her behavioral change to see if i had done anything to upset her and have tried to start a conversation a few times. She told me that everything was fine and didn't continue the conversation. I find her behavior rude and childish and I don't know how to act. For now I try to ignore her as well until she finally talks to me and tells me what is bothering her. I don't know what else I should do

Hello everyone!
I had keyhole surgery last year and because I was bothered by the scar I got from it, I decided to undergo treatments with the fraxel laser. The treatments are performed by experienced skin therapists at the hospital and I have already undergone two treatments out of five, but so far I see no difference. The scar is still as thick as before and the texture is also still the same. And since the scar is quite small (one inch) I thought I would see better results by now.
The skin therapist who treats me says that I have to be patient and that the creation of collagen and repair takes a lot of time, but I have my doubts.... Are there people who have also had scars on their lower abdomen treated with a laser and could they tell me what to expect? I specifically ask about this because the skin or the abdomen is different from that on the face or neck, for example.
The laser I am being treated with is the Nordlys Frax 1550nm. I don't know if this is important to mention, but I am doing it just to be sure.
Thanks in advance!

Me :
Tall, average looking, fair, medium built, fit but not skinny
Not settled in career but have enough to support basic living expenses,
Never been in a relationship before and Childfree. Believer in DINK or SINK lifestyle.
can relocate/move to your city.
honest, truthful, straightforward,
Mostly introvert but extrovert in some situations with some personalities. INTP or ENTP perhaps. It also gets affected by how positive my psychological state is.
doesn't drink or smoke
Hobbies : I like thriller movies, reading, anything logical like solving problems, programming, chess, playing soccer, cricket, badminton, cooking. I also like to volunteer as a virtual therapist (unqualified). Since helping people makes me feel good about myself. I wish I could do more for the country as a politician or social worker but I don't have any good qualifications or resources for that.
You :
It's alright if you drink or smoke. I understand any addictions are not easy to get rid of.
You can be in any profession or unemployed. I am not controlling about what you chose to do with your life. However, I believe in self improvement and consistent growth.
If you have mental health issues, depression etc, I will try to be supportive and empathetic.
Where you live doesn't matter. (even outside India is acceptable). But you should put effort into communicating to make LDR work since long distance can be tough.
Physical attraction is essential for relationship, so let's exchange pics after we talk for a few days.
FOOTNOTE :
I want to be upfront about my flaws and shortcomings to save your time. I understand everyone has requirements in a partner they look for.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=02BCbkLUJ_0 in this video of the press converance theres a song ive heard a lot of times but everytime i do !song in the the bot thinks its funny by refering me to the euro song festival. can anyone here tell me what this song is called in the outro of this video?

For context: I’ve been diagnosed with anxiety and depression since 2021, although I’m sure I’ve had both since I was young. I have a feeling though that in recent years, it has grown to be more social. I’m not entirely sure because I don’t feel anxious about talking to people but more of…I have a massive dislike of attention, even in simple, small ways. Here are a few examples:

• I don’t like posting on social media bcus I don’t want people to know where I am or what I’m doing (even if I enjoy posting photos and videos, I stopped because of feeling disturbed)
• I purposefully choose words or replies that ends the convo immediately, even if it paints me in a bad light or what I said would cause further consequences for me in the future. I just feel relieved the convo is over
• I have a deep connection with animals, I spend most of my time with my pets and cannot replicate the comfort with humans

me and my partner have been together three years and have had occasionally consistent sex i would say, but of course the quality of it has deteriorated and the frequency soon followed after. i was always fucked in the head wanting sex since before i even knew what it was, so i would say i’ve had a high libido post-puberty and it hasn’t dwindled. i was raped about 4 years ago by my female former friend and the experience i feel altered how i accept physical enthusiasm from my partner now. my partner has a much lower sex drive comparatively, so whenever we do have sex it seems like i take the wheel and they’re just enjoying the performance. it feels like any time i bring it up they get upset now, but i’m moreso concerned for their well-being. i don’t want to have sex with someone just doing it for me, but they swear they enjoy the time. they typically dress up right afterwards, and we just go about doing things as before, regardless if they cum or not. i feel very lonely, i don’t even try that hard to initiate sex now because i know i’ll feel awful from the lack of aftercare, like they really just don’t wanna be here doing this to begin with. they’ve talked about how they found sex sacred before but it seems like it’s just another activity for them and it’s been sending me to a lot of dark places lately. particularly, the rape and the confusion i felt from someone being so in love with me they would try to speak in my love language without me being even ready to hear. i don’t find comfort in the situation at all, but sometimes i wish my partner would treat me like that instead of the way i am right now.
am i severely fucked for thinking this way? rape has always nauseated me prior to what happened to me, but the desire for my partner to desire me more is making me think about that experience a lot more frequently and so when their sex drive ramps up randomly every now and then i get flashbacks sometimes because i’m confused at their sexual enthusiasm. there’s so much to communicate that i don’t know if they’re ready to hear, but i am running out of ideas and i feel like at three years we should not have to be going through this as adults.

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Hi there, I'm Mike. I want someone to connect with. It doesn't matter where it goes, whether it's a companionship, friendship, or a relationship. I don't mind something flirtatious either. I want that attention. I sometimes crave it. I often don't get conversations due to busy lives and timing of it all.
I understand that we are busy, but I want a constant and consistent back & worth with chatting and love. I want to build something. Can we keep going with the chatter without one of us losing that communicative touch? Let's tell each other if we're going to busy or not going to be talkative. I hate being ghosted with radio silence & being MIA.
Here's some basics about me:

• I'm big & tall. (6'3")
  
• I love the 1980s. The music, the movies, the shows, pop culture, the aesthetic of it all.
  
• One of my main hobbies is podcasting. It's a form of entertainment that stems from having conversations with people, mainly of movies and television.
  
• I do a have job that I thoroughly enjoy doing. I also bought a house, and I'm living with my pups.
  
• I love to watch television whenever I can. I love watching game shows, reality competition shows, sitcoms, dramas, sci-fi shows, and even animated shows of all variety.
  
• Music is a big part of my life since I listen to while I work and such. I tend to listen to almost any genre, but lately, it's been a lot of 70s/80s/90s music. Also, I listen to lots of film scores and soundtracks. Also, video game scores. Spotify Premium is a life changer for me this year.
  
• I have 4 tattoos. Considering getting more in my future.
  
• I love dogs, and I currently have 2 Australian Cattle Dogs puppies.
  

*My favorite film of all time is Back to the Future. I love lots of 80s movies like Beverly Hills Cop, Top Gun, Ghostbusters, etc. I love even the cheesy bad movies.

• And overall, I'm funny. I do funny voices, including Donald Duck.

What am I looking for? I mean, I don't mind who you are. Tall, short, skinny, fat, etc. Just as long you are interested in making a connection with someone like me. That's all. Life is too short. Let's make it a good one together. Send me a chat or a message with your details, we can exchange pictures, and you can tell me something I probably don't know.
I hope to hear from you soon. Thanks for reading. :)

Looking for an upgrade from my current car, a 2008 Infiniti EX35. I’ve been happy with the performance and driving dynamics, but I need more headroom and at 15 years old the issues are piling up. For context: I live in a big city, make $120k yr, drive less than 5k miles/yr. Tired of the EX, but don’t want much of a car payment if I can avoid it.
Requirements:
Budget: $23k<10 yrs old, <100k miles
AWD
Auto
Practical--Wagon, small SUV or hatchback. Good headroom (I’m 6'4" and the EX35 feels cramped), short length (EX is 182" long, I wouldnt want to go more than an inch or two longer) for city parking.
FUN to drive--quick (>250 hp), good handling/steering feel
Luxurious-- Heated leather, good looking dash, nice materials. We don’t need all the bells and whistles, but the car should be a good-looking and comfortable place to be
Maintenance--Reliability is important, as are reasonable maintenance costs. Obviously we want something that is safe and won’t leave us stranded, but given how little driving we do I’m willing to spend a bit more on maintenance and such. That said, we hope to keep this car for at least 5 years.
Some cars I’m considering:
2013-15 Mercedes GLK 350-- A little old and not super luxurious, but they seem to be reliable, practical and fun to drive. Probably the worst in terms of infotainment.
2016-18 VW GTI— Comfortable, fun, and practical. Some reliability concerns, but the Mk7 generation is supposed to be pretty decent in that respect. Don’t love that it’s FWD, but the Golf R is out of my price range.
2017-ish Volvo V60-- Have not driven one, but I know that Volvos interiors are super comfortable. A T5 or T6 should be fairly reliable, and pretty engaging to drive.
2015-17 Infiniti QX70-- Performance should be pretty good, and offers a bit more headroom than the EX35. Would be nice to get something more different from what I have now, but definitely a contender
2015-ish Lexus NX200t-- Everyone says get a Lexus and this is one. Seems like performance will be mediocre, but it checks a lot of other boxes.

Yep, that's a Grease reference in the post title. If you've opened this post, you might as well read on through:
You don't have to be a conventional beauty to be beautiful. You could have different hair color every 3 weeks, a few tattoos, and piercings. I appreciate all forms of beauty; starting with your inner passions and soul. If any of this (or a previous post of mine) rings true to you or grabs your interest, please do not hesitate to reach out. Who knows? It could lead to something real special!
I’m going to be specific as I write this, and I apologize if I get too long winded. In my mind, this is a wish list of sorts for what I’m looking for in my lg/sub. It’s hard being a Daddy Dom without someone to dote on, cuddle with, or adore. I miss that as well as that connection you can have with someone; that intimacy where they become one of the few to see all of you; that adoration, that warmth; I miss it so.
I’m not your regular Daddy Dom as I don’t enjoy ageplay. I enjoy being called Daddy, caring for my little girl, helping her be the best she can be, guiding her, snuggling with her, and above all else: loving her. I’m looking for a little girl who is strong and willful in her day-to-day life, someone who wouldn’t be thought to be kinky or craving a Daddy, but truly needs it. I like her to be bratty, be able to put up with teasing & jokes and fire back, but she knows who she belongs to. A gorgeous woman who would hang on my arm out in public, bending over when her Daddy ordered her to, and then taking her home & cuddling her throughout the night.
I have a variety of kinks that include anal, impact play, squirting, cum play, biting, bruising, risky play, collars, leashes, and more. Limits are anything to do with the underage, animals, and poo. I’m open to discussing more when we introduce ourselves.
I enjoy trying new things: new foods, new restaurants, new locations, new media, etc. I like to explore, read, and research. The more you know, the more you can grow. As for media: I do enjoy television (What We Do in The Shadows, Bob's Burgers, Better Call Saul!, Ash Vs. Evil Dead, Ozark), movies (Big Lebowski, Die Hard, John Wick, Monty Python, Mel Brooks films), some comic books (Watchmen), and some anime and manga (MHA, Fire Force, Death Note, Dragonball).
I love reading, writing, researching random things on the internet, telling jokes, making people laugh in general, not taking 99% of life seriously, and just having a good time. I love to laugh so if you do too and can laugh at the world & the seriousness of it & life, we'll definitely get along! I have a unique sense of humor so I'm hoping you can appreciate it and not take offense. I love (love, love, LOVE) Italian food and I do my best to cook it. I’ve been told I’m pretty good at cooking and grilling. Also, I’ve gotten compliments about my massages as well because of my strong, always-warm hands. I am 420 friendly, a social drinker, and open to pretty much anything.
I am located on Long Island for the time being and I’d love to find something local or around the area if need be; but I am not married to living in NY for the rest of my life. I want to travel the world and see the sights (especially Europe, especially Italy) so for the right person and the right reasons, I would happily move.
So, after taking up so much space (thanks if you’ve made it this far!), I think that’s all I have to say (or at least should say) for now. If you find yourself interested in me or anything I’ve spilled onto this page, drop me a line. I’d be happy to answer any questions as well. Please don’t leave Daddy waiting too much longer as he’s looking forward to hearing from you soon.
It doesn't matter how long this is up, if this any of this rings true to you, I want to hear from you :) That’s right. I’m seeking YOU!

Its tough failing at everything in life and seeing your dad look down on you and your friends moving ahead in life and you begin left behind, its scary. I have always failed at everything and always been a disappointment to myself and the ones around me.
Hi, I am 19,M, from India. I just am going through so much in my head, there are a lot of thoughts and I can't find a way to deal with anything. Lets start with academics coz that's where most of my problems come from. I am studying BSc comp sci(which is a worst choice and won't give me too many opportunities but I don't regret it). I was and am still an average kid with average scores but everyone around me thinks I can do better, maybe they are really trying to push me forward and test me or maybe they truly see potential in me that I think I don't have. For most part of the academic life I never really gave it all but I did what I could do and I know 'You should not count success through marks' but that's all the achievements I have to look back on. I have never achieved anything. In 10th grade I managed to score higher than I was achieving but my dad was not happy with that achievement. After that I tried giving JEE(tough engineering entrance exam) and chickened out at the end, didn't give JEE nor applied for any other engineering exams as it depends on 12th exam results which I was sure I was going to fail in but I somehow crawled through.
I actually liked computers and coding and using the analytical side of my brain but right now I don't think I like it anymore. I also loved writing but I always kept it a second priority as wanted to keep balance learned from IKAGAI. I didn't have any clear goals for last 3-4yrs I remember or maybe more. I did have a goal in 10th to score good grades but I ripped it off by frustration. **The main reason I am feeling lost and frustrated maybe is that I don't have a goal to focus on** and I also know that 'I should have smaller achievable goals for the day' but there is a point where it comes to execution, I chicken out, I give up and this constant habit of me giving on everything is frustrating or I get myself into a series or anime. I have always thought to myself that I the art behind movies, series, music, anime which I do but really on a deeper thought all this consumption is just a coping mechanism to run away from thing not think and not do things.
I hate everything right now. I hate myself, I hate the things I do, I am frustrated with myself. I haven't written a book that I would be proud of or anything for that matter actually I am bad at writing. I haven't been good in academics in the subject I love which makes me betrayed and now I think maybe I don't like it anymore.** I am not doing good enough**, I am not good at anything or nor have I tried to be. Every single one of my friends is going to a good college, living a life making friends, whereas I am the one with crappy end of the stick which is also my fault for being a mediocre underachiever loser that I have become. My parents don't like me especially my dad for he cant talk to his friends about how his son is doing coz he is doing nothing and for the majority part his dad can't look his own son in the eye and have a good nice talk once (not that his son is capable of eye contact anymore as he is too miserable to be around and thinks himself as the epitome of failure worlds biggest failure), mum hate her son coz her son is socially so inactive she just hates it and always is frustrated with the fact. He has no friends that he can talk to coz everybody hates him and he hates everyone coz he thinks humans are always pretending. And everyone hates him coz he thinks he is better than them which maybe the vibe coz maybe he thinks the exact same thing but for most of part he is self hating and doubting. He has a female friend but to call her a friend maybe is just too much of a statement coz at one point he used to like her but now he doesn't want any kind of romantic relation with her, its a sexually frustrating part of life and also she blatantly and also jokingly says 'he is a loser' and coz she is an overachiever and he is just too insecure that he thinks it is true(which is not the main reason to think so(maybe)). His own little brother thinks of him as a third world loser who has no friends, no gf, no one, absolutely no goals and dreams and questions if he is even an human. Sometimes even I think of myself as someone who is nothing so what exactly is he. To quote Jonny cash "WHAT HAVE I BECOME MY SWEETEST FRIEND EVERYONE I KNOW GOES AWAY IN THE END"(HURT, which is also my favorite song and the song on multiple loop).
I don't know what I am doing. I sometime think when I am just to get by living. Also there is the fact that I am a heavy daydreamer. And daydream lot when not doing anything I mostly always do daydream, where I am just thinking of scenarios and having conversation with imaginary friends based on real life. Daydreaming plays a big part in my depression coz I overthink and underachieve. I also was daydreaming this post and what to write in it ( which is genuinely sad).
I am always always so disappointed with myself, I cant carry my burden of failures. I don't how to improve myself, I have all the theory jot down like "have small goals so will fail less and will be more motivated, if don't want to do anything start by cleaning room(which sometimes has helped), reflect on your past achievements(not that I have any), compare yourself with yourself not other, don't think do". But I am just so so so so frustrated coz I cant execute anything. I want to achieve something. Be capable to do something so can look my father in the eye and tell him I have achieved something. I want to be an ideal for my little brother. But most important I want the person in my mirror to be proud of himself for once. I want to live. I want to have confidence in my life.
Please, I really need help.

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"Dick." "Huh? What, are we there?" "We've been here for six hours, man, we just haven't seen the car yet, and you haven't seen shit because you keep falling asleep." "Gimme a break, man, I was driving all night to get here." The two criminals were seated in a non-descript car, parked nearby the entrance to the main parking lot at Mt. Loyal University, charged with the details of a specific vehicle set to arrive at some point. The two were only armed with camera equipment, but it was enough to ID at a distance and that's what they were being paid to do. "Look, if this chick's as dangerous as they say, it'll help to be ready when she shows up. Try some of the coffee, they shouldn't be too cold." Dick looked at the two big cups from the morning hours before they showed up. "Dale, that stuff's probably frozen by now, let's just go get some fresh stuff." "We can't leave, idiot!" barked Dale, fitting of his canine species. They both were dogs, Dale a chihuahua and Dick a St. Bernard, with personalities to match. "Look, I'll go get some at that place down the block, come back here, and we can throw that stuff out." "Well then, go, come on, hurry up and get back, I don't want you sitting on a bench and falling asleep again." "I'm going, don't yell at me, man." Dick replied softly. "I'm NOT YELLING!" Dale yelled as the larger of the two got out of the car with another huge yawn to head off on his mission. The actual task they were seeing to was admittedly a dull one, but Dale liked to be alert at all times, especially when dealing with contract killers. About five minutes later, Dick had returned with two coffees, Dale opening the door for him. "Thanks. They had that hazelnut stuff you like, so I-" "Wait wait wait, hold that thought, I think that's our ticket." said the chihuahua, pointing a finger at the gate. Indeed, a white Oz Harper was pulling in and turning their way to find a spot. Dale squawked 'Hide!' and pulled the seat lock, falling backwards with it quickly. Dick just watched the car go by and head up towards the front of the building. "GOL-332, I think that's our guy, Dale." the larger dog said, slurping at his coffee loudly. The smaller one's head popped up to check before easing his seat back up. "Of course it is, I knew this was the gate to trust." he declared, pulling out a cellphone to speed-dial a number. "What are we gonna do now, D?" "Shh, lemme make this call in peace for a second... hey, it's us, the ones you called for recon? ...yeah, no, we stuck to the timeframe you gave us, the target's been confirmed at that college we parked at." Dick was starting to fall asleep in his seat again, so Dale smacked at him while completing the phonecall. "Gotcha.. yes, gotcha, you won't be needing anything else? Alright then, it was a pleasure doing business with you, and we'll just be on our way once our payment is secu- what??" The voice over the tiny microphone spoke in stern volumes, Dale glaring wide-eyed at the device like he wanted to bite a chunk out of it. He managed to inhale and hold it before responding tightly. "I understand, we will get a room and meet with you after the hit. Thank you very much for this opportunity." He beeped off the phone, calmly unclipped his seat belt, vacated the car, and then began to attack the right side of it in a psychotic frenzy, all manner of expletive spraying as hornets do from a disturbed nest. Dick watched him for a bit as he gradually slowed his raging melee with their car and got back inside of it. "We gotta go shack up in a hotel for the night, we're not getting paid until they kill this chick." "Hey, oh boy, a hotel, that'll have a bed for sure." He began to hand the chihuahua his coffee before giving a bit too much gas and causing a second furious explosion, this time in the car. The badly-secured lid had sluiced open and had went mostly all over Dale, staining his undershirt dark brown. Dick looked at him and raised his eyebrows high enough to expose his eyes at last. "Oh no, I'm real sorry about that, we can get the duffel bag out and take it-" Dale held up his paw. "Dick, shut up and let's just... take it to get washed somewhere, real quick. I like this shirt, this is my lucky shirt." "Okay, Dale." and he started up the car and turned off down the main street, looking like he'd be smacked around and scolded by the smaller man. Dale looked sidelong at him for a bit before looking forward quietly. "You're mad." "Dick, I ain't mad, I'm just cranky." "No, you're mad, you say that when you're mad." "What're you, my freakin' therapist? Get over into that one there and let's get this thing washed and dried, I'm gonna need it to keep from KILLING you, right in the face. "Dale, I'm really sorry." They parked and they got out. "Just finish your coffee, man, I gotta go use the bathroom and change out."
Tom was in a late afternoon haze of beer buzz, boredom, and bitterness. Something about the verbal skirmish with the snow leopard had really got on his nerves, and he still wanted to give her a piece of his mind. There was a bit of time left, and he felt like he could be risking at least one more smoke, so he went out the back door into the loading alley and lit up there, largely free of company for the moment, but it was then that one of the black cars from before slowly pulled into sight ahead, blocking off the alley's exit. "Shit.." he whispered, knowing better than to turn around as the sound of crunching rock on tires signalled he was being boxed in. He circled on the spot casually, eyes swallowing his surroundings to make sure there was no one else around in case he had to attack and escape. The two guys that got out had matching casual wear and a bully's confidence as they came his way. Two more door-shutting sounds behind him now, sending that tingle of adrenaline pre-game thru his body. Taking a deep inhale to martial his guts and nicotine, Tom came to a stop and looked to the guys in front of him as he exhaled, flicking the cigarette away. They were certainly taller up close. "Larry, Curly, good to see you, something I can help you two with?" he asked brazenly, getting two accosted looks in response. "How's he supposed to know that? He knows my name, man, how does he know that?" said the wiry one of the pair. Tom's throat tightened; one of their names actually WAS Larry, apparently. "He's calling us stooges, man, you know?" said the other, more standard-shaped one. "We got a smartass here, don't we?" came a voice from behind, followed by a hard shove that almost sent him onto the ground. "Hey!" Tom barked, stepping back to take all four of them in. They all had a kind of standard goon panache, and one of them had a shoulder holster slightly visible. The only animal folk in their number was a fox, shock-white and wearing the worst air of superiority among them, along with the tattoos and pink-red eyes. Tom made a mental note to attack this one first if he had to, but wisely switched gears. "Look guys, I think we got off on the wrong foot here, see... I'm a traveling salesman, and I got these dynamite blindfolds I'm peddling. You four want to line for a demonstration, I could oblige you a discount too!" he said, winking an eye. One of them chuckled off to the right, but Larry had apparently had enough, pulling an H17 into view, and putting the barrel inbetween Tom's eyes. He swallowed hard, carefully putting his hands up and standing his mental ground. "Yeah, talk that shit now, huh? Think you're all funny, man, I'll put you in the fucking GROUND, I don't give a fuck!" snarled this Larry.The fox put a clawed hand firmly on the guys' arm and caught his eye coldly. "Stow that piece, and calm down before you get us all popped, dig?" he said in a sibilant tone. Larry was still looking at Tom, glaring back at him, but obeyed and hung up the gun. The leader took point now, nodding for the raccoon to lower his arms. "I'll just... keep them up, if it's all the same, mutual trust eh?" said Tom, giving a weak smile. "Fair enough." answered the vulpine boss, "Now, my friend here seems to think you were scoping us earlier." "At the traffic light back there? No no, I just saw these nice Golgo Tundras going thru town, all sleek and white-- thought someone was putting on a concert or something. Honest curiosity, that was it." It wasn't necessarily a lie either. The tall fox looked him over a bit, his sharp eyes looking lower. "Got anything in your pockets?" "...I do." Tom carefully produced his wad of bills from one pocket and a pack of Mazzerucci Royals in the other. He really hoped they wouldn't stick their hand in the jacket pocket, for a few reasons at that. "See, I was just out doing laundry, there's no-- hey, dammit!" Larry had snatched the items up, and Tom moved his hands in protest, only to be frozen solid by the clawed fingers of the one in charge. "Mutual trust, right?" he said, smiling with sharp teeth. The bothered canine grimaced and tried to look helpless while they counted up his stolen cash, wishing he'd had enough magic stored up for a bolt of half-power lightning; they would probably survive, but with scars to remember. A sizable chunk of money was missing when it was handed back, and that was it. Tom looked up at the leader briefly, who was already biting onto one of the cigarettes. "I like Royals, consider it part of the toll here for wastin' our precious time with your peeking." and he felt his own pockets briefly before looking up again, "No lighter?" Tom lit his smokes on his own, so he just shrugged and produced his unfolded pockets. The four of them seemed to have had their fun and left, but the fox stayed a second to lean in close as his men returned to the cars. One particularly sharp claw came to rest gently just above Tom's left eyebrow. "Now, make a healthy choice, and stay the fuck out of sight for a couple days, okay? You and I see each other again, well--" He slowly dragged the sharp point across Tom's forehead, blood dripping down freely, making him wince a bit. "--You're gonna need one of those fancy blindfolds for when we execute you, since you uh... seem to be out of smokes too. Arrivederci, bambino~" he said, parting ways. "Yeah yeah, au revoir, Simone." Tom grunted, waiting until they'd disembarked before he snarled and kicked a nearby paint bucket across the alley like a soccer ball. "What the fuck is your DEAL, Canada?! I thought this was supposed to be a nice place!" he yelled. From somewhere in the barkyards of a nearby neighborhood, someone shouted in response. "I AM TRYING TO WORK OVER HERE!", it said. "SHUT UP!!" growled Tom, wiping at the blood on his face.
The raccoon was sitting in a miserable distemper while the dryer was finishing his clothes. 'I ought to just spin the wheel again and find someplace else, this town is becoming dangerous.' he thought, halfway thru another drink. He stopped suddenly at the sound of the door jingling, hurrying to move one of his towels over the opened can. A pair of dogs came in, talking in low voices, and Tom minded his own business, having had enough of strangers for one week. They seemed to mind their own business, so it was business as usual. One of them disappeared into the bathroom for a bit, coming out wearing a different shirt, and they proceeded to wash a single shirt. Tom had been on the streets for as long as he could remember, and had seen a furtive load of laundry or two, so lacking any other concrete plans, he got up and pretended to go check his clothes while pointing an ear their way. "...told you to keep it down, ya idiot." the smaller one hissed. "You worry too much, Dale, we're just there to drive anyone who needs it to safety after they corner that lady and tie her up." Already, this was sounding bad, but the raccoon kept incognito for the moment. "Yeah, well that's why they're calling in this extra muscle, this snow leopard's supposed to be a real killer born, y'know? Kinda like you and being so slow and clueless." Dick shrugged and lapped at his coffee again. "I'm just as my momma made me, Dale." "Yeah, well thank goodness she died before seeing this life of crime you've somehow clung to, she'd have died of shame otherwise." snapped the chihuahua, loading quarters into the machine. "Oh Dale, don't say that, she's already mad at me up in Heaven as it is." His partner scoffed and closed the hatch. "Look, I only yell because you never had no friends or family to steer you straight growing up, and I've told you, I'm your big brother! I gotta make sure you're learning and growing up better, yeah?" Dick nodded happily. "I love my big brother." Dale's face was a bit pinker at the cheeks, but he avoided eye contact for now. "Yeah, hey, y'know, it's... nice to be appreciated. Now, take a seat, will ya? Bad enough we're missing out on the fun work over at that construction site up the way, now I gotta hope this stain comes out." he muttered as they headed to one of the plastic benches. Tom was left with a great deal of trepidation: had he just made brief enemies with a trained killer somehow, or was any of this even true? He hurried to pound the rest of his beer, almost getting foam out of his nose in the bargain, bagged up his completed laundry, and left the place without a trace. He was halfway to the Door when he saw some day laborers around a truck by the gas station of his plaza. Once the clothing was carefull scooted into a distant, safe dimensional hideaway around the corner, he sauntered over to them, pretending to throw some trash away. "I don't mean to bother you guys, but do you know which way the big construction site is, just down this road here?"
Kari had been sitting in the parking lot of the campus for about ten minutes, watching the fracas of newspeople and police nearby and really feeling cheated of a decent day of schoolwork. The day was shot for sure, with the media frenzy still stirred up by people posting misinformation online, and news crew remaining on the scene for interviews with the friends or close ones of those involved. Kari looked over at her bag, containing the completed assignment, and felt supremely cheated as she started the car and looked over her shoulder. A bedraggled human face looked back immediately and she shouted in surprise. It was only then she realized it was from outside the car. Some drifter, bedraggled and carrying a backpack that was as weatherworn as it could be, was standing in the middle of the parking lot, looking past her car, then back at her. Something about it felt like the right thing to do, so she got out of the car and approached him. The man began to back away, muttering something. "No no, easy, I'm not gonna hurt you or waste your time, I wanted to ask if you'd seen anything weird recently." At first, the guy said nothing and continued mumbling something, but he paused on a dime and turned to her slowly before taking a huge inhale of her presence. The snow leopard stepped back, looking affronted. "Hey, what the hell?!" she snapped, "I just wanted a damn answer." The homeless man locked eyes with her, speaking very plainly. "He will lead you thru the door, and to places beyond here or there, and I will show you the other side! The OTHER SIDE OF THE DOOR!" he said in a rising tone before wandering off incoherently, pulling the backpack into his arms and talking placatingly to it in tender whispers. Kari just got back in her car and looked confusingly at her steering wheel, like it would turn into a giant pretzel or something next. 'There's a lot of weirdos in town today, and that can usually mean something's up.' she thought, going from experience, 'The only problem is for who.. and why?" She rolled the window down and closed her eyes, feeling kind of cooped up for some reason "Excuse me?" "AAA!!" Kari's body moved defensively towards the sound, only to find some kid about 6 sandwiched up on himself to avoid the attack. "Hi? sorry there, kiddo, what did you need, are you lost?" she managed, still oddly on edge. "I'm um, here... this, uh, I got my... there's a letter for, here, there's a letter I got to give you. I have to go." he managed, handing a folded paper to her before hurrying back to a small bike and riding away. Kari almost threw it away, eager to put today behind her, but she groaned and unfolded it for reading. "We know who you are, come alone to the location marked at this address at this time only, make this easier on yourself." An address followed and the feline predator smiled with murderous glee, slowly tearing the letter in half. "Know who I am, do they?" she growled, her grin almost too high, "I sure hope they know what I can do." Before she turned the car around to head home, she carefully pocketed the two pieces of paper. "...dammit, why'd I do that."

A few years ago I changed jobs within my company. At first I really liked it, learning new things and different processes. Fast forward to now and I'm not happy with my job. The environment and culture in my department is not the same as it used to be, coworkers are condescending, demanding and do not follow direction. It has grown increasingly frustrating for me and has affected my life outside of work, including my marital relationship. For the first time in my many years at this company (10+) I have considered quitting.
There is only one other person that does my job and I was put in this role years ago to ease the burden of workload on them. This person has been a mentor since I took this position and I respect them very much.
At this same time, without knowing what is going on, I was approached to go back to my original role at this company. Of course, my initial thought was of this other person and how it would affect them. Long story short, after some thinking, I've decided to go back to my original role and have stated that I would like to train the person taking my spot so that there is no interruption of processes.
It is taking longer than originally thought to hire someone and I now hate my job. I have no idea if I should just proceed with the move to get myself out of this situation. But I can't imagine doing that without feeling overwhelmingly guilty of leaving my mentor stranded and I'm sure there will be people who will see this as betrayal.

Hey, i'm a 22 year old male who has had a few fillings but never had any trouble with any of them. A few months ago the filling on my molar fell while I was eating, my dentist replaced it with a new one and explained to me that although unlikely, sometimes this happens. Both the old and new filling I got cover half of the molar which was damaged by the cavity, but I still have part of the upper side of the tooth intact.
When I got home I checked the new filling and everything was okay. A few weeks later i noticed that the filling turned pink, as if it was bloody, but I feel no pain or discomfort whatsoever, I thought it was probably nothing and thought it would go away on its own, but it's been around 5 months and it still looks the same. I've been searching but I cannot find any cases like mine, and I don't know if this is something I should worry about, I'll probably ask my dentist for an appointment to have it checked.
Does anyone have any clue what it could be? I'm worried that it could be something bad and I don't know what to do. Feel free to ask any questions or if you need further detail, I'll try to upload some photos later. Thanks in advance.
Edit: I barely ever drink and don't smoke, i don't do any other stuff. I brush at least twice a day and try to keep decent care of my teeth since i've had a few cavities, but nothing worse.

Nahihiya akong aminin to pero I need to get it off my chest. We have been best friends for 6 years now kaya sobrang nakakainis makaramdam ng ganto. Don't get me wrong, naiinggit ako pero hindi in a way na ayoko na sa kanya, na nakikipagkompitensya ako, or yung inggit na masama? Idk pero naiinggit ako sa kanya kasi sana ako rin ganon. I am very supportive of her and Im so happy for her pero minsan naiinggit ako kasi di kami pareho ng buhay. Only child siya, I'm the youngest. Pareho kaming may work and kumikita. Mas malaki pa sahod ko sa kanya pero dahil breadwinner ako,mostly ng sahod ko, nasa bills, rent, at maintenance ng mga magulang ko. Pero siya, nagtatrabaho for her own, para ay pambili ng signature bags, shoes, etc. may mga materyal na bagay na siyang napupundar like iphone, laptop, bags and such, samantalang ako, eto, nagtitipid kasi lahat ng sahod ko nakalaan na sa bills namin. Hahahahaha ewan ko ba. Believe me, i am so genuinely happy for her pero may mga oras talaga na napapaisip ako. "Sana ako rin. Sana ganun din ako, sana nabibili ko rin gusto ko." Mali ba ako for feeling this way? Halos sabay lang kaming nagkaboyfriend and super spoiled siya sa boyfriend niya. My bf and I broke up months ago pero sila? Going strong. Im happy bcs she deserves that pero di mawawala yung "sana ako rin" factor talaga. Hindi ko na viniview ang stories niya para di ko maramdaman to and all pero nakakaguilty lang na nararamdaman ko to. I dont know what to do, pakiramdam ko ang sama-sama kong kaibigan. Lingid tong lahat sa kaalaman niya pero nagbabalak din akong i-open up kapag may lakas na ako ng loob. Ang hirap.