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I saw a post here a few days ago that got me really excited.
This guy dropped all his vices on weekdays and immersed himself in sales for 3 months straight.
I love this because I just know that guy has experienced years of personal growth within that time period.
But a lot of people on this sub were against him. And it's not the first time I've seen that. So I wanted to take a minute and talk about why a person would go that hard.
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Here's the thing: I don't think the same way a lot of you do.
I grew up in the 80's with ADHD. I'm highly empathic and sensitive to people.
That was a horrible combination and resulted in a horrible childhood. A lot of teachers didn't like me and I felt it. Kids didn't want to play with me. I was a loner for years at a time. I didn't touch sports, never achieved good grades, and had my first kiss at 19, well after almost every other guy my age was having sex.
All that led up to mock suicide attempts in my early 30's. I drove around with a hose in the back of my truck, just in case I decided this would be the day.
And then one day, I decided, "Fuck this. I know what I have to do. I'm going to do it and if it doesn't work, then I can check out."
That day, I started going way harder than I ever had before.
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When you grow up in an environment where you're praying for a scrap to fall off the table, eventually you start to notice that other people don't have those problems.
When you live in that kind of discomfort, you basically two choices: live a resigned life or fight back hard.
That's what David Goggins did. Wes Watson did the same thing. Will Smith has this worth ethic.
There is no question that for these men, it's worked out well. It's worked out well for me and I'm sure it's going to work out well for the guy ya'll were razzing on the weekend.
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Going hard is now my standard and I improve constantly. For me, it looks like this:
If I set a timer on the elliptical for 30 minutes, I never stop when the timer goes off.
When I'm doing yard work, I stop when the job is done - not when I'm tired. Sometimes that means my day starts at 6 AM and I finally turn on Zelda at 9 PM - or not at all.
If I'm studying, I crush my flashcards until I start recognizing the principles in daily life. Then I practice the shit out of them until they're second-nature.
I do not fuck around, because I know things can get so bad that you'll start to believe your kids are better off without you.
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My childhood wasn't like a lot of yours. I have no idea what it's like to grow up making friends, being able to talk to girls, or go to school without being bullied. Perhaps a lot of you really can achieve your goals with a toned down approach.
I can't.
Maybe I never learned the strategies you did. Maybe my ADHD really does block me from some approaches. Who knows, and more importantly, who cares? I don't worry anymore about what never was. I just look ahead to what skill I'm going to build next.
This approach is so ingrained in me that it even comes out in the way I talk. My identity-level belief is that I can crush any goal I choose to pursue.
Nothing stands in my way.
Not enough energy? I still see fat on my stomach. Let's keep pushing. That's what it's there for.
Not enough money? Drop something else to afford the $10 book and let's get started.
Not enough time? Less time on the video games and more focus on efficiency.
Not enough skill? Build the skills that support the skill I'm trying to build.
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When you go at that level, it starts to show on your body. I'm in good shape and I haven't lifted in two years.
It shows in your mind. Outside of life endangerment, you're fearless. You don't complain. You don't procrastinate. You just get down to business.
It shows in your body language. You're confident af, because you're constantly achieving a high standard.
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If it's not for you, that's fine. It's a serious shift in priorities and values, but for guys like me, it's the most fulfilling life you can imagine.

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Me and 3 of my gf’s were going to the bars when one of the girls (alison) asked to invite her client who she was already hanging out with. I said yes but let me ask the other girls since this was pre planned. One of my friends was already on the fence about going due to other reasons, but when I told her she decided not to since she wanted to have a girls night w the 3 of us. alison then says that the client is not coming, and we go to the bars. At the bar, the client ends up coming and along with a few of our mutual friends and the dynamic was slightly awkward since not everyone was close to each other and it was just a lot of small talk. We ended up going to the clubs and my other friend and I decided to go to a separate one, since everyone else wanted to stay at the current one. I told Alison the plan and told her to come meet with us after, but to stay with her client so she is not alone. She told me I was acting “fucking weird” and asked I said it was just slightly awkward. Alison stormed off, and my other friend said I did nothing wrong and she shouldn’t have stormed off. Everytime I tried talking to her, she would blow up and walk away when I told her I was trying to find a resolution. We ended up all staying, but Alison and I have not talked since. However, my other friend told me Alison texted her saying “I’m sorry if I made you feel uncomfy by inviting my client.” My other friend and Alison are not close at all (second time meeting) and she thought it was weird that Alison was texting her and not me. Any advice on how to move forward with Alison is appreciated!

I would like to know how much caffeine do you consume, and how important it is to you. Do you drink coffee just to wake yourselves up in the morning, or go for multiple cups per day? Also, how much does caffeine affect you and how?
Personally, I drink black coffee (instant) when I need to stay awake for a long time, like, if I am working on a project and I am near the deadline. Sometimes I drink a flavoured instant coffee with almond milk in the morning, if I wake up late and do not want to cook breakfast.
I'd also like to know how do you make your coffee? Are there any coffee enthusiasts who make there own filter coffee?
If you are into instant, try Blueberry Chocolate Mocha by Columbian Brew (gif). And please stop buying Nescafe, because FuckNestle.

This is the best tl;dr I could make, original reduced by 82%. (I'm a bot)

Kyiv has accused Russian forces of blowing up a large dam in southern Ukraine, while the Moscow-installed official in the city of Nova Kakhovka in the Russian-controlled portion of the Kherson region blamed the structure's destruction on Ukrainian shelling.
RIA Novosti news agency quoted the Moscow-installed mayor of Nova Kakhovka, Vladimir Leontiev, as saying the dam had been hit by shelling which he blamed on Ukraine.
The dam is vital for water supply and irrigation in Russian-occupied Crimea, while Russia could see its destruction as a way of making it more difficult for Ukrainian forces to cross the Dnipro River and enter Crimea in a ground offensive, Stratford said, adding that the evacuation of settlements in the area had already begun.
The Nova Kakhovka dam - the one furthest downstream - is controlled by Russian forces and contains an 18-cubic-kilometre reservoir which supplies water to the Crimean Peninsula, which was annexed by Russia in 2014, and to the Zaporizhzhia Nuclear Power Plant, which is also under Russian control.
"Shocked by the unprecedented attack of the Nova Kakhovka dam. The destruction of civilian infrastructure clearly qualifies as a war crime - and we will hold Russia and its proxies accountable," Michel wrote on social media.
"The destruction of a major dam is a crime of war that directly threatens thousands of people. Russia must be held accountable for it," he said.

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It has been my mission for the last few months to find a decent level of spiciness in my jalapeno bagels.
I've finally come up with a solution that gives me just enough heat to make you think about it, but not enough to make you down a gallon of water:
Two scotch bonnets
Chef's kiss
The heat is incredible and they're cheesy. You get the milder jalapeno flavour on top.
My only two regrets are not trying this sooner and not wearing gloves when I chopped them up 🤣

Recently got my first tobacco plant for free when I bought a cactus from a local grower. It’s slowly blowing up and looking pretty decent but I want to find a good book to get and maybe some wiki pages or forums with guides on fertilizing (definitely my current primary concern) and secondarily when I should plant in ground. Recently repotted in double sized pot as I was having to water what seemed like 3 times a day. Guide me to the good books and information. Please and thank you!

I am still playing tears though I have beat it at 160 hours. Its a massive game that does a lot right. It does have issues however.
PROS:
I love links design
Ascend, fuse and recall are really cool fun new editions.
I love the verticality of the game, being able to go from sky to depths in a single dive is amazing and the scale is incredible.
The glider is so simple and so fun, I miss it when playing any other open world games.
The shrines are overall a big improvement, Love the proven grounds as opposed to those silly shrines of strength from breath of the wild.
The overall density of things to do in the world is massively improved, I cant walk for 30 seconds without getting distracted.
The increased difficulty is much appreciated
Some of the ultrahand stuff is amazing, its very gimicky but its a very well done gimick. I like how its not forced upon you too much and the autobuild is a godsend.
Absolutely love the addition of all the caves and wells, between depths, sky islands, main overworld, caves and wells plus your ability to glide, fly and climb it is a truly fully explorable world, you can even swim through ceilings for Gods sake.
Love how there are little rewards for doing just about anything, climb that big tree, probably at least a korok waiting for you. I love little acknowledgements of small detours while exploring. If I decide to randomly climb a big mountain or huge tower I want something to be there, the idea of simply seeing something out of place and my investigation leading to a reward is fantastic. The game is excellent at doing this though unfortunately after 100 or so koroks the diminishing returns for rewards really sets in. Perhaps korok seeds should be used for more than inventory space only after a point to resolve this? New exclusive armor sets with interesting passives perhaps?
Tons more weapon variety, some really cool creations and being able to tailor your arsenal of weapons to your own playstyle (I focus on spears mostly) is great.
Improved rewards, Finding old maps that lead to cool treasures, new armor sets, sages wills etc. More interesting rewards in general though more could still be done here
The new enemy types added (though pretty few) are very cool and welcome additions
The overall consumables/sellables in the world is balanced very well, I find tons of little things that I actually use. Fish, bananas, apples, opals, rubys, insects, oils, monster parts, rupees, arrows, bombs keese eyes, frost fruit etc. I was always keeping myself topped up on elixers and a variety of different meals for different situations. Lighting myself up in the depths, keeping myself warm in the cold, cool in the heat, gloom resistant, attack increase food for lynels or tough silver foes etc. Tons of stuff in the game actually has use and is not just clutter. Items in shops are expensive like clothing which is great as it ment selling opals and stuff was worthwhile. They filled the world pretty well with useful consumables.
CONS:
I think tears needs more enemy variety especially given the addition of sky islands and depths, so much more to explore with only about 10 new enemy types. I was so disappointed when I found just reskinned versions of all the same enemies ( and even bosses!) in the depths. (The new enemies are cool and appreciated though).
The sky islands and depths themselves could use more variety in their design especially given how much time you will spend in both (depths mainly)
The main dungeons are good and improved from BOTW but again too short and simple though the lead ups are cool. Great to have themed dungeons back at least and unique varied bosses.
The weapon durability never bothered me too much especially when you get enough slots HOWEVER as a result of the weapon durability you end up with a ton of chests that have throwaway weapons in them. That does not feel good to find. The amount of times I opened a chest only to have to discard a weapon in order to fit the chest one in was annoying. They improved rewards in tears but didn't go far enough imo. Even adding more chests with silver rupees would help a ton as economy is done well in the game, I frequently found myself wanting more money and bombs and sometimes arrows but was always full on weapons even at 15 slots. Too many chests contained weapons imo. Funny thing is in previous Zeldas I feel too many chests contained rupees lol. Here I wanted more chests with rupees.
I think weapons in general should last longer, at least another 10 to 15 hits. This way the durability remains but is not so.......extreme. (I am aware this further exacerbates my problem listed above)
The music though nice is far too ambience focused and not enough upbeat classic Zelda. Compare the overworld themes on horseback in previous zeldas to the one in tears. Good lord the one in tears is so boring in comparison.
The sages are a MASSIVE step back. Having them follow you around and you needing to run up to them to activate their abilities is a pain in the backside, so much so in fact that I dismiss them all and don't use them at all except occasionally in the depths to break rocks and save my bombs. The rito one is indeed handy but I am fed up of him blowing away all my monster part drops when I want to pick them up so he is dismissed now too. I can only imagine the sages mechanic was a last minute inclusion from Nintendo after the positive feedback of Elden Ring spirit summons and they didn't think it through correctly.
That's my bullet point review of tears.
Overall score 8/10. Very cool game.

For context, I am a closeted bisexual guy. A while ago I met this guy, who is super friendly, funny and super cute. We struck a connection instantly and became friendly very quickly. He started acting like we were close friends even though we had only known each other for a very short period. While he was very attractive, I didn’t think of him as anything more than a friend at this stage, because I just assumed he was straight. However, one time we were together he was being super clingy towards me, started mirroring me and following what I would do, he was also very energetic and was touchy with me as well. I thought about his interactions with me that day, and realised that he was into me. I’ve had crushes on friends before, but got over them quickly because they were straight and never showed interest. But the way he acted towards me, I had never experienced it with a friend before. I was certain that he was closeted and into me, there was just no other explanation for his behaviour. I was super excited but also nervous, because I really liked this guy. I started texting him, just having friendly conversation, but I was texting him more than a friend would normally. He would always reply instantly. One night we were out drinking with friends. He was really drunk, and started talking about me, joking that he and I mess around with each other (our friends think we’re straight and would have perceived this as a joke). He then asked me to kiss him. I couldn’t tell whether he was joking, but gave him a friendly kiss on the cheek. He was incredibly drunk, and said he was leaving the bar to go get food. He went up behind me, started massaging my shoulders and asked me to go get food with him. I was nervous because this was in front of everyone, so decided to stay put with our friends and said I would go join him in a bit. He ended up leaving and I was really sad for the rest of the night, regretted not going with him. After that night, we didn’t text as much, and he stopped replying instantly. When we were with each other, he was still friendly towards me but I could tell he had lost interest. It made me really sad. Later a friend told me that he had gone home with a girl that night after leaving the bar, which made me feel much worse. I also learned he has a reputation as a player. I still continued to send him friendly texts as I was hung up, and he still treated me like a normal friend, didn’t necessarily distance himself from me. We started hanging out with another guy, who was very good looking and a model. Like when we first met, he was all over this guy being overly friendly. This really hurt and confused me because I kept thinking about what would’ve happened if I had left the bar with him that night, and I was jealous for the attention he was giving the model. Eventually the model moved out of town. My friend is now seeing a girl, although I’m not sure how well that relationship is going. He tells some people it’s going strong, others he tells she’s not his girlfriend and it’s just casual. I’m still hung up on him, can’t forget how into me he was those times, and he still confuses me. He always says I’m his closest friend in our group, and even shows off to the others how close we are. I want to trust him, because he’s a good guy, a seemingly good friend, and I still have feelings for him, but he’s also quite mysterious and I can’t tell sometimes whether he’s being genuine or not. I want to lose my feelings for him but can’t find anyone else at the moment. I don’t want to stop being friends and besides we wouldn’t be able to avoid each other. Thoughts?

I am The Bard, who taught men their first magics, which to this day endure when all others have. It is written into the blood and bones of all you have built, and so I shall never die.
I did not teach you how to dream. I only taught how to tell a dream to another who you would never know.
The phone rang. Karna didn’t bother to pick it up. The message machine clicked for a moment, tape starting to turn backwards as new words were written onto it. It clicked again, stopping dead. Karna didn’t look up from his meal of leftover takeout. He finished his noodles, checked again to see if there was any shrimp left, and sighed as he threw the box at the bin. It bounced off the others already filling it up.
He sighed, rubbing his head and eyes. Healing magic could cure a hangover. It couldn’t do anything about dehydration. He needed to get up and get a drink. He went over to his cabinet and looked around for a glass. When he didn’t find a clean one, he grabbed a coffee mug instead. It was the last one. He was also out of coffee. Irritating. No matter how much of it he drank, he was still tired. It just meant he couldn’t sleep.
Sex helped, a bit, but when it didn’t, things were worse. Lying alone in his own bed, at least he could toss and turn and work his sheets into tangles trying to find some position that would let him finally fall asleep. He could slip out of bed for a nightcap, a strong one, to try and help. With another, there was nothing to do but lie there, still and silent, trying not to wake the man or woman next to him.
Trying not to think.
Impossible to sleep, then suddenly too much sleep. Blink and it was three-thirty in the afternoon. He stood at the sink, filling up the mug and draining it repeatedly. The call was probably from work. Worse, it might be his mother.
”Karna, what the fuck are you doing with your life you useless bastard. You’re not immortal, it’s all slipping away, one day, one minute at a time, and here you are doing nothing with it.” He said to himself. “Because you’re too tired to anything and still can’t sleep.” Of course, he knew why. His mind, treacherous as a serpent, betrayed him then, in the dark, in the solitude. Every wound he had suffered, every scar erased by healing magic, those were nothing. He was a paladin, the training had gotten him used to the sight of his own blood a long time ago.
”Practice for healing magic. Isn’t that what the old sister called it?” He wondered aloud. “Tch. She was kind of a bitch. Still is. I wonder if she’s calling me to yell at me too? Of course, I suppose I deserve it. I-“Then he stopped himself, and slammed the mug down, forcefully. It hit one of the plates in the sink, and it cracked. Karna swore and picked up the mess, picking the shards of metal out of his sink and throwing them in the boxes in the bin.
He sat back down in the one seat he used at his four-person table. It was covered in books, loose change, an unopened letter from some survey, a candle, a mug, miscellaneous bits of stationary, a comically large six sided die with red and black patterns, and off directly to his left a stick of deodorant and bottle of cologne. Those last two were the only things he’d used on this table in a while.
He sat back in his chair and sighed. “Yeah, you know exactly what you’re doing with your life. Nothing of any use to anyone. Well. Useless is better than detrimental, so hey, at least there’s that improvement.”
He hit the button to play back the latest message from his telephone, and picked it up, placing the receiver to his ear. At least he could listen to his messages. That would be something for the day.
”Hey, Karna. It’s Bas.” Karna’s head slumped forwards. He hadn’t expected him to be calling to call him an idiot. “I’ve tried coming by your place a couple of times to visit, seem to have missed you both times.” Or he was asleep, or drunk, or otherwise being a bad cousin. “So, I figured I’d give you a call and leave you a message. Just checking in to see how you’re doing. I know… things have been rough, for all of us, and I know you were taking things hard.” I know you’re weak. “I hope you’re doing well, and hope you understand, if you’re not, then, well, you’ve got my number, and you know where I live. Even though my apartment’s not exactly stellar.” I know you could reach out. But you won’t. You’ve been given everything, inherited power, your house, your money, and you still do nothing with it. I have nothing our society considers important, but I am still a better man than you. “Hope to talk to you soon. Adonai watch over you.”
That last bit was a bit odd. Adonai. The old invisible god, or God, as those that believed in such a thing insisted. Karna wasn’t entirely certain that this wasn’t just a clever way of disguising atheism, given that philosophy’s associations. Why in the world would Basil mention it now? As far as he knew… well he really actually didn’t know anything about Basil’s beliefs. He presumed, given his training, he was a follower of the western philosophies, which were philosophies more so than religions. They were fairly popular these days, a sort of secular spirituality, a substitute for the holes growing in Ordani religious life.
When you’ve fought and killed a god in living memory, it becomes harder to worship them. Beyond that, the old rites simply that, old rites. A series of rituals nobody really believed in anymore. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d seen a cleric. He paused. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d seen a cleric he hadn’t been fighting to the death with. The gods really didn’t seem to have much of a place in a modern society. It was probably arrogant, but part of the point of the gods was meant to be that they were something so much bigger than oneself, that there was nothing that could compare. They were monumental figures, but when the monuments can be torn down by mere men, was it a monument worth believing in?
It was that way then. Some people turned to the western philosophies, realizing that their religious needs, the desire for mystery, for reverence, for prayer, meditation, moral laws and sacred communities were met there, without gods. Some, Basil included, turned their gaze towards an invisible, supposedly omnipotent, God. Well, the gods were supposed to be omnipotent, but if nobody could even prove your God existed, well, then there wasn’t any fear that anyone could kill Him. And then, there was the other kind. The kind which were kind of a bad joke.
He remembered his days in the warm sun, under the abbot’s orchard in Hearthfire Abbey, amid the warm red walls, the golden light of the day filtering through the green leaves, the bright red apples highlighted against a blue sky. Quite literally simpler times. He remembered the grave beneath the tree. Senket Zarathustra. Of course, that wasn’t really where she was. She was a few miles up the road, in a chapel nobody paid any mind to, next to six other graves, two empty. How much a contrast that was, compared with what was in the abbey. Her image, glaring down from tapestry, immortalized in statuary, and everywhere revered. Saint, they called her, but what was the difference between a saint and a god, when you treated one like the other.
They had made gods for themselves, gods born of and midwives to, their own people. A god that was distant enough to be worshipped, but near enough to be known. Something understood, something relatable, and something that had bested other gods before. Gods borne of the people of godslayers, for what else could they be? Of course, every pantheon needed its devil, its fallen angel. And now here he stood, a useless bastard, but also the same kind of thing as their gods and their devil. What a bad joke.
But at the same time, a joke they had believed in. A joke he felt the obligation to make a truth. A joke he had failed to make true. Up on a pedestal, and down in the dirt. That was what paladin of Order Undivided meant now. A hero, until people had no more need of them. Good, he wasn’t even a hero in the first place.
He shook his head. It was going to be a few hours before any clubs opened. He was going back to bed until then. It didn’t do him any good to sit awake stewing.
Basil was getting worried. He’d tried paying visits and making calls, but there was no contact. He quietly sat through office hours, grading the first assignments of the year. He was starting to regret assigning an essay, particularly to his 101 class. Fortunately, it was early in the year, so he was able to work through his office hours without being further disturbed. He finished his last paper, capped the red pen, and stood up. It wasn’t that far out of his way to visit Karna again, and this time he wouldn’t be ignored.
He made his way through the city, until he came to the Red Street. It had another name, but people remembered not what was given, but what was done. Fifty years ago, the blood of black and red lions flowed, as Elsior faced down her old mentor during the height of the black rebellion. The street’s architecture was eclectic, a mix of the old buildings which had survived the battle, and newer designs built up out of the ruins left from a clash of titans.
There were alleys off the street where you could still see the gashes left in the ground by arcane blades. It was a street where history lay heavy in the mortar and the air. It was also a decently affordable neighborhood, as the old houses, while historical, were also old, small, and lacked modern amenities. He was still never going to afford any of them on a teacher’s salary, even with his stipend as a paladin. Of course, Karna would have had a bitch of a time paying for his house as well, but he had simply inherited it.
Basil shook his head, as if to throw the jealous thought out of his mind. “You’re a grey-eyed monster already. Let’s not add green to the mix.” He growled at himself, as he kept walking up to Karna’s door and knocked. No response. He sighed, looking through the door. Only two of his eyes saw the normal spectrum of light. The others varied from arcane, ultraviolet, infrared, and a curious ability to see electrical signals. The end result was an overlapping view of information, an in-depth view of the world that saw the surface and the depths of everything. It had been a bit of a rude surprise for his parents to find out their son saw their brains at the same time he saw their faces. The practical upshot of this at the moment was that he saw Karna was clearly not at home, and had left a trail of lingering celestial energy behind him.
Well, Karna or another aasimar, but they were fairly rare. Even with the increasing numbers of extraplanar citizens in the union, there weren’t many descended from angels. Basil wryly considered that it might be the former keeping out the later. Baatorites weren’t strictly speaking enemies with most angels, but the distaste between the two species was deep, ancient, and mutual. As such, there was only one trail to follow.
Basil sighed when he found the end of the trail. It was a club, and of a particular sort. He didn’t need his enhanced vision to tell that. Technically speaking, strip clubs and even prostitution were legal. Practically speaking, everyone in any of them used pseudonyms. He sighed and headed for the entrance. The bouncer at the door, a towering ogre, raised a hand. “If you’re carrying, head around to the side entrance. They’ll check your swords there. No weapons in the club.”
”Not planning on starting a fight. Just looking to meet someone.”
”Yeah, well check em anyway. We’ve had boyfriends throwing hands with one another because they were looking at the guy on stage a little too hard, we don’t want em doing it with swords. That’s the kind of domestic dispute that doesn’t just get the cops involved, it’s also a bitch to get out of the floors.”
”Well, I’ll keep that in mind.” Basil replied, and headed around the side. He stepped in, greeted by another bouncer, a dragonborn. He always found it amusing how it was always one of the larger races as a bouncer. Given their job, it made a certain degree of sense, but it occurred to him he’d never seen a gnome as a bouncer. Then again, he didn’t go to many clubs. He checked his sword in, and left a pseudonym.
The dragonborn looked down at the paper, and narrowed his eyes slightly. “What’s the T.D. stand for, Mr. Law?” He asked curiously.
Basil shrugged. “Hells if I know, it’s an alias, same as everyone else is using here. I mean, look at the guy above me on that list, when was the last time you ever met somebody actually named Flamingo?”
”The guy kinda looked like a flamingo. Aasimar type, maybe his wings are pink.” The bouncer replied.
”If he’s the person I’m thinking of, no. Let’s hope they don’t start changing.” Basil replied.
”Ah, ex-boyfriend?”
”Cousin, and why’d you assume ex?”
”The only people I’ve seen who’ve been drinking that much and going home with that many different blokes are the ones going through breakups, and you’re the only person I’ve seen go looking for him, so I know he’s not a whore.”
”Nah, just a dumbass. Thanks for the info. Here’s hoping you have a quiet night.”
”Yeah, try to keep it that way for me.”
”I’ll do my best. Believe it or not, I hate fighting.” Basil replied, and headed past the dragonborn into the club proper.
To give the club some credit, they had a pretty decent band going. A small number, playing as much with style as they did skill. That was to say, a decent if unspectacular amount. The rolling tones of the lead singer washed over an atmosphere of casual conversation and lewd humor. Basil cocked an ear at the sound. He would have sworn he’d heard the woman on the radio at least once. He watched her closely for a moment, along with the rest of the band, but didn’t recognize them. Then again, he didn’t go to many concerts.
As the double bass thrummed, the piano crooned, and the saxophone danced center stage, he made his way through smoke and other scents towards the bar. A teifling danced a lurid show in the center of the building, sweat glistening on blue skin from the lights. One of Basil’s eyes kept a lock on the man, tracing the electrical signals running under his skin to enact their sensual motions. It wasn’t exactly something he was looking to copy, but it was an interesting interplay to watch. Dancing wasn’t something often done alone, done for the show. It was interesting to compare the flow of signals of this to more traditional forms.
He kept most of his eyes forwards through. He had a job to do, and he preferred white to blue anyways. A brief thought entertained his mind of what Zeal might look like in such an outfit. He snapped it off immediately, jaw snapping shut in anger at himself. That was wrong, and a bad place to go. He couldn’t allow himself to think of her, think of anyone, that way, but especially her.
He focused himself. He had a job to do, and he was going to die alone. The only thing anyone would ever love of him would be an illusion. Any intimacy would have to be built on lies. Throw those thoughts out of his mind. They would only bring distraction, and disappointment.
He centered himself, and took a seat next to Karna, as the aasimar knocked back what was looking like probably the sixth shot tonight. How the hell was he even paying for all this? He rapped the bar twice with his knuckles. “First time here, got mezcal?” He asked.
”Mezcal coming up, though I can’t say it’s gonna be quite as good as home’s.” The barkeep replied.
”I am home, just grew up away from it.” Basil replied. For all his illusions, he always forgot to cover his chultan accent. Then again, recognizing his voice was part of the point for the man next to him.
”Basil?” Karna asked, turning slightly. “You’re straight, well, nearest to it, the fuck are you doing here?”
”Checking on you, and about to drink a theoretically decent mezcal.” Basil replied. “I’m worried about you.”
”Well fuck off, you don’t need to be.” Karna replied. “Another.” He requested. Another shot of strong absinthe filled his cup.
”Might want to slow down there hoss.” The barkeep warned. “The kind you’ve been having is a hundred thirty proof.”
”That so? Huh. Would have thought it was about a hundred twenty. Guess I’m getting better at drinking. Stands to reason, it’s all I’m good at or good for.” Karna replied, clearly about as drunk as someone on their seventh shot of one hundred thirty proof absinthe should be.
”Politely, bullshit.” Basil replied. “Though you are going to manage to be the first paladin to ever give yourself liver cirrhosis at the rate you’re going.”
”Paladin. What a bad joke.” Karna spat. “Paladins are heroes, we, we’re not fucking heroes. You got closer, and you’re, well, you. Me. I’m just a fool. So what if I ruin my liver. I’ve ruined everything else.”
Karna went for his glass, but Basil put his hand over it, stopping him. He looked his cousin in the eye, gentle, pitying, but firm. “Karna, we should go. Let’s find somewhere, a park or something, and talk.”
”We should, as in you should get your hand off my drink, and then pull that pole out of your ass. Dancer might need a spare.” Karna spat back. “I don’t need to talk, I need a damn drink.”
Basil didn’t move. “Cut the crap and calm down. You’re drunk already, and clearly not in a good place. If you’re going to be this way, at least we can do it at a safe distance from anyone else.”
”Oh fuck right off.” Karna replied. “What, am I embarrassing you? More so that I already have? I know I’m a fucking disgrace okay. I saw it with my own two eyes and can’t stop seeing it. The least you could let me do is drink myself to death in peace so I stop being a bother for all of you.”
The bartender was steadily shifting away, looking towards the bouncer who sighed and began to approach. He briefly made eye contact with Basil, who tried to give him an apologetic smile and flicked his eyes back towards Karna. The bouncer nodded. This wasn’t the first time he’d seen this.
Karna continued. “But no, you can’t do that. Can’t just let me be a failure in peace. You’re not content just being the better man than me, being better in every way but looks than me. You have to prove it, have to rub it in. I already you’re better, okay, don’t need to slam my nose in it with this stupid pity schtick.”
”When did I say anything about that? I’m the weakest member of our party!” Basil protested. “And what the hells does that have to do with any of that. You’re my cousin, my family, and beyond that my friend. You clearly need help, so of course I’m going to try and help you.”
”I don’t need help.” Karna snarled back, green eyes glinting red with a dangerous, gleaming light. “LEAST OF ALL FROM YOU!” He roared. The red light flared. Basil flinched, covering his eyes as the roar slammed into his mind and ears at the same time. He focused, piercing through the growing crimson fog.
The music kept playing, a hidden tape rolling, but the band pretending to sing had stopped. The club had gone silent, save for that. The patron’s idle gossip and chatter was muted. The bar was silent, patrons slumped over on their chairs, the bartender and bouncer were on the ground, foaming at the mouth. Karna and Basil were the only two people conscious in that building.
Karna stared in stunned silence, quiet horror at the scene. Some part of him processed exactly what he had just done, rationality quietly ticking away behind a fog of alcohol and badly managed emotional issues. It only intensified the later, a combination of terror and guilt forming into a blossoming rage. Then he saw Basil’s face, saw realization peeling back and something shifting in how he looked at him, saw a cold fury, a hatred, spreading across his face.
Basil looked himself, horrified at what had just occurred, and mind flashing to the street in front of Zeal’s home. This was the exact same scene. The same power as Alexander, but now being used instinctually. He had no idea what had actually happened to these people, if Karna had meant it or not. One thing he did know for certain. He had to stop this. If Karna was out of control there was no telling how many people could be hurt so he had to end this now.
Karna opened his mouth, but it was too late. Basil whirled, placing a palm on the bar to leverage himself from a sitting position into a whirling kick. His heel hit Karna squarely in the face, with every ounce of strength he could muster. A sucker punch, meant to be a knockout blow so he could take the aasimar down, end this spell, and get him out of here before anything else went wrong.
Karna snapped back out of his chair, it tumbled to the ground, and the back of his head hit the floor hard. His headache roared, but he rolled over coming back up to his feet, coming to a ready stance. He might have been depressed and drunk, but he was still a paladin, better trained than most and tougher than pretty much everybody. It was going to take more than that to knock him out.
Basil kicked him squarely in the nuts.
Karna doubled over in pain, and Basil kicked him in the face again. Basil had trained under paladins and monks alike. His skill with his own limbs was on par with his swordsmanship. His training under the paladins in the tradition of Jort made him an expert at sneak attacks, sucker punches, and practical, dirty fighting. In other words, he was effectively an expert at kicking people in the nuts. He went for a chop to the throat, trying to finish the fight right then and there.
Karna caught his hand, and broke it by squeezing his fingers. He looked up, bloody eyed and berserk. “Ah. Fuck.” Basil swore. Then Karna threw him. Basil went flying, arm broken, and hit the wall shelves, covered in a hundred forms of expensive booze. The impact shattered his collar bone, and he kept going until he hit the solid wall on the other side of the bar. He landed hard on his face, shirt torn to ribbons and bleeding freely.
His hand and shoulder reset themselves, and shirt tore entirely as he burst his extra limbs out of it, and slammed them down to pick himself up. He drew in a breath, and Karna threw a chair at him. Basil dodged upwards, onto the ceiling as the chair smashed a hole in the wall behind him. He rushed his cousin, gathering shards of broken glass with his spare limbs and a bottle into either hand. He flung the glass before him, forcing Karna to cover his face. Then he hit him on top of the head with both bottles, dropped them, and hit him on both sides of the throat with a chop.
Karna struggled to breathe, nearly blacking out from the impact, and but threw a wild, blind punch. Basil evaded most of hit, but even a glancing hit was enough to send him flying. He caught his momentum on a support pillar, swinging around it with his tendrils. His ankle hit the side of a table and shattered. He wheezed in pain, falling to a knee on top of the table to mend it.
Karna roared and charged like a bull, giving Basil scant time. He palmed a lighter from one of the unconscious men lying next to him, and jumped clear. Karna smashed the table into splinters beneath his fists, tearing skin and breaking bone, but healing them just as quickly as he damaged them. Basil flicked the lighter open, and threw it. The expensive alcohol covering Karna caught light, stunning and blinding him as Basil set him ablaze!
He hit the flaming angel with everything he had before the fire burned away. Fists, feet, elbows, knees, tendrils. A devastating combination of every move he knew to put a man on the ground flew out of him. He hadn’t really trained to get into a bar fight, but damn if it wasn’t coming in handy. He finished with a powerful drop kick in the aasimar’s solar plexus, sending him staggering back against the bar, breath torn from his lungs.
Basil breathed heavily, as his cousin slumped, then swore as Karna got his feet under him, and pulled his head up still more than ready to go. He swore louder as Karna gripped the sides of the bar, and tore the granite countertop off of it, swinging it at Basil like an improvised weapon.
Basil leapt, running along the side of the countertop as it smashed through everything it came across. Fortunately, it was swung high, missing the unconscious clubgoers, and shattered when it hit a load bearing column, though that cracked ominously. Basil landed on his cousin, spines biting into him and wrapping around bones to anchor the assassin. He’d seen a similar technique used by velociraptors when they hunted, using their massive claws to hook onto larger dinosaurs. Once attached, the smaller reptiles would begin to eat their prey alive. He wasn’t planning on biting Karna though, instead he raised up his boot and began to stomp his cousin’s face, over and over and over again, desperately trying to bring the berserk paladin down before he brought down the building!
Karna flared his wings and soared upwards, slamming both himself and Basil into the ceiling. Basil fell off, and Karna grabbed him by the face. He slammed them both down into the floor, smashing Basil’s head into the ground once, twice, three times, then threw him with enough force to scatter blood across the entire club and snap the assassin’s neck. He watched as Basil hit the pole the dancer had been, ahem, performing with, and his illusion vanished.
Horror overtook him as he saw Basil’s true form break in two, snaped apart by the force of the impact, and fall like so much meat onto the stage. He rushed forwards, hands shaking as he realized what he’d just done. He reached for Basil’s head, bloodied and broken. But his hands went through him. His emotional pain was then matched by physical pain, as he felt a steel stripper pole strike him directly between the legs.
Basil didn’t let up, as he dropped the illusion and his invisibility, and beat his cousin into the ground with the broken pole. He went for joints, broke ribs, hit below the belt with every opportunity and he did not stop. He didn’t know what it was going to take to put Karna down but he did know that if Karna got back up, he was actually going to die. It was nothing but the good fortune of his unusual anatomy that had kept him breathing with a broken neck, and his healing magic to allow him to ever get up again. He wasn’t going to get another chance, and so he beat down his cousin until the pole was bent beyond all recognition and the stage was slick with golden blood.
When he finally stopped, Karna was finally, mercifully, down. Basil knelt by his side, mending him enough to make sure he could be moved safely, though not enough to bring him back into consciousness. The patrons were beginning to stir to consciousness. With a grunt, he picked up his friend, hoisting him over his shoulder, and covered both of them with a spell of invisibility.
Slowly, shakily, he retrieved his and Karna’s weapons, erased both their names from the registry, and slipped away as people began to regain consciousness and the police arrived. Then, he began the slow, tired business of carrying Karna back to his house. He grumbled as he went. “You are far too skinny to be this heavy, and put up way too much of a fight for me to need the extra weight of lugging your ass out of here. You stupid overpowered twink.”
Karna woke up with a splitting headache, and a slightly less splitting everything-else-ache. Paladin healing factors worked wonders, but if you took a beating that was going to make you ache for a week, you were going to ache for a week. He remembered what happened, and started to wish he didn’t. “Oh fuck. I nearly killed Bas. And… yeah, the rest of the club. I’m not going to be allowed back there.”
He rolled off his couch and got a drink, of water this time. He looked at his liquor cabinet, walked over, opened it, and grabbed a bottle. He emptied it into the sink. Then he emptied the rest. He looked down at the drain, drew in a deep breath, and focused himself. “I need to apologize. I need to talk. I need help. And I need to get my life back on track.” He resolved. “I can’t let that happen again.”
He clenched his fists, and opened them again, hands still shaking. There was a knock at the door. His first thought was that it might be Basil checking on him. The next though was that it was the police. His third thought was that it was Basil, and the police. Well, either way. Apologies would be made, he might just also need to call a really, really good lawyer, and probably a bank to take out a loan to pay all that property damage.
He opened it, and saw another aasimar looking back at him.
”Hello Karna.” Alexander replied. “I heard you had something of a rough night, powers going out of control, a rather ugly bar fight, that sort of thing?”
”Yes. How long am I going to be in jail for?” Karna asked.
”Not at all, I’ve covered the damages and fortunately, nobody has any memory of last evening. Dominion Flare has that useful side effect.”
”Dominion Flare? What I did has a name?”
”Of course. It is your inheritance after all.” Alexander mused. “Though, you might be the first one to awaken it while drunk, though you’re not the first to cause some degree of damage with it. These things happen, it simply requires training.” He looked Karna squarely in the eye. “And beyond that, I strongly suspect you may be looking for some help getting yourself back on track.”

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this is the topic na I can't just open to anyone cos im a strong independent mushroom hahaha so here you go hahahahaha😂😝
parang all my life aral-bahay-work grew up with a kuya so im used to doing the same activities up until now same circle kme umabot sa point na we were on a trip and snama pa nla ako sa strip club (they cant leave me kc dun sa cabin room kc mukhang sketchy ung caretakers)
lalo pandemic came, tlagang aral and work nlng ngayon since most of my friends are married/taken so busy tlga mga go to person.
im goal fueled naman tlg like aiming to finish my post grad na hopefully ths year or nxt and also getting a 3rd PRC lic. I cud say na im set na kaya I realized na yeah I thnk ito ata tlga! na im destined to live a life of solitude.
going back to 2019:
ung mom ko nagagalit palagi pag uwe ako ng late to thnk na ang kasama ko ung work-bff ko. she's suspecting na may smethng kame! so I had enough! me: Ma! 28 nako patawarin bkit may curfew at di kme! we're friends and para mapanatag ka, HINDI AKO MAG AASAWA!!! ok?
and up until 2020 nag asawa na c friend kako sana mapanatag kna Ma! hindi ako magkaka bf!!! tho im dating people at that time, malas lng tlg ako.
nauulit ung scenario: Me: Ma, di ako mag aasawa Mom: Gago! Me: lols
bonus info: at 28 we are sharing a room like mind u we have 6 bedrooms.
I did a silent protest for a month, we didnt talk, I didnt eat anythng frm the house and I go home late like 12am onwards. then she said ok! she'll move.
para sa magsasabing: ure old na freeloader kapa! guys, ako ang ayaw palayasin (unica hija/alalay problems)
again para sa magsasabing: choosy ka siguro! etc. I had suitors back in d day lols, pero juicecolored ung back story gustohin m nlng mamundok kesa to end up with them.
ok going back... my good friend and I were talkng then she said "wala pdn tayo nggng bf noh?"
me: gagi san galing yan? hahaha tanggap ko na, and besides u had a gf (she's bi) naman so ok k na.
her: haaay but still, when kaya? ano ths yr noh let's try!
me: pwede naman, hmmm onga pala! im on my last yr sa kalendaryo No bf snce birth padin 😂
like what I told my online friend… before I live the life as an oldmaid 😅
I have this “what it’s like” list in life :
*What it's like to have a bf?
*What it's like to receive a bouquet of flowers? ung hnd galing work (pag guest speaker😅), ung galing tlg from an SO. ung former ligaws kc I got stuffed toys and food.
What it’s like to HHWW? 🤣 *old soul
*What it's like to get a meaningful hug and a kiss sa forehead whle telling me "everythng's gonna be alright" whle going thru a lot of stress that u know someone's there to cheer u up🥹?
*What it’s like being taken care of?
eto ung mga what ifs lang naman lahat naman cguro may kanya-kanyang lists. but generally im happy naman im in a good place and safe, naglabas lang ng saloobin hahahaha
so update:
She texted me... her: gurl! tatanda na tlga akong dalaga me: samedt
my mga random sumpong talaga sya lol

I love my boyfriend. He's fantastic. But he never reciprocates touching or orgasms. We have sex 4x or so per week and it is 100% one sided. I hate getting myself off alone but I've started masturbating multiple times a week just so that I don't get horny during sex and don't get upset when he doesn't touch me back.
He got me off twice last month. One time I'd forgotten to do a maintenance masturbation sesh for a few days so I got hornier than I wanted to be from the sex we had and after 10 or so minutes of it not going away after he got off, i just moved his hand onto my pussy and he begrudgingly got me off.
The other time while we were kissing I told him I didn't really want to have sex that night and so he started touching me to try to change my mind, and I've been so starved for that type of touch from him I got really into it. Before that, I can't even remember the last time he initiated touching me on his own like that.
I thought this was a problem with me and it's been really damaging my self esteem and desire to have sex-- i don't really get wet anymore and i dont get super excited to give him blowjobs like i used to. :( But lately I've been wondering if this is just happening to everyone?
Is the concept of reciprocal sex one of those things people hop on the internet to lie about to make their lives seem better than other people's? The "oh yeah, I cum every time my man and I fuck" sounds so fake to me. Is all the stuff i see about reciprocal sex just fabricated bragging? Are you all actually, really, truly, hand-on-a-bible, getting orgasms from your male partners?? Am i getting jealous over a concept that doesn't actually exist in practice??

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TL;DR for Part 1: We are monogamists plagued by the trauma of my pedophile uncle. In 2022 an online predator got the cheating ball rolling due to my wife’s DID.
INTRODUCTION
Due to length my post is in three parts.
We are both 29. I first saw my wife at 3, dancing under a sprinkler. She noticed my stare, and Cupid’s euphoric lightning hit us the second our eyes met. We breathlessly ran up and expressed the mutual BOOM. After that, we were inseparable. At age 4 we agreed to marry in adulthood, then shared our first electrifying kiss. Adorable, right? Well, the caveat is we were already sexualized by my uncle and privy to adult problems. We had no clue how to be kids.
The sexualization inspired my wife’s BDSM-fanatic father to train and traffic her as a sex slave. By 5, he also twisted our pure Love into a trauma bond. I was forced to inflict child-on-child BDSM abuse on my young fiancée and watch her rapes. Our childhood divided between daytime Disney romance and a freakshow at sundown. Besides that, my narcissist grandmother mindfucked me daily and dotingly brainwashed my wife whenever she stayed at our house. She practically grew up in my toxic family.
Our Love endured hell and we married at age 23, at which point I dedicated 7 years to deprogramming my porn addiction, BDSM fetishes, attitudes about women and sex, etc. Underneath toxicity, I found Paradise: Twin Flames who intricately understand each other, share interests / values, are both introverts, and can enjoy divine vanilla sex. Our Marriage is D/s given that I am a rational Dominant, and she a submissive reliant on my leadership; we are a 1950s couple sans homemade meals (wife can’t cook). My precious Mom loves her deeply as a daughter too.
My wife’s True Self is melancholic, shy, demure, and emanates sensual Purity, but her psyche has a Sex Brigade courtesy of Dissociative Identity Disorder (formally diagnosed). Her mind split off into alter-egos to shield the Original from abuse. As she retained her Original Self, I distinguish this from the alters as ‘True Wife’.
THE FACEBOOK PREDATOR (AP1)
May 19th, 2022, WW met a 31yo ‘virgin’ full of sob stories on FB. While extracting info on her DID and rapes, AP1 made WW his sex-ed teacher, helping her confidence flourish. I was unconcerned given my rock-solid trust. Little did I know it was one alter’s EA of unrequited ‘love’ for my uncle.
Uncle raped my wife and I from infancy until we ceased being ‘sexy’ at age 6. Since he was her only sweet pedophile, WW’s enamoured alter did cartwheels to win back the ‘boyfriend’ who shunned her. This infatuation plus my grandmother’s obsession with him spurred me to compete against my uncle for both women’s affections until we were synonymous. Moreover, uncle’s playlists and relationships informed our childhood romance. Despite all this, I differed too much to be the ‘perfect’ substitute.
Enter my eerie displacer, AP1. The extreme resemblance to my uncle in looks / job / zodiac / vibe / pedo streak made him an ideal projection, particularly given that Uncle 2.0 attentively lavished WW. He was her dream come true. Meanwhile, I was assured that the hours spent texting and talking by phone are recharging her desire for ‘me’. I was yet to understand that ‘me’ meant uncle. Felt sad, but still trusted.
After 3 weeks of buildup, AP1 executed his plan and triggered her, fully infiltrating WW’s subconscious. True Wife freaked and decided to end the friendship on June 8th, 2022 (DDay). AP1 derailed “goodbye” into an engaging Spiritual chat, followed by trauma-targeted content that methodically wore down my wife into a sexual trance. Finally he hit the jackpot, causing her alter to seize total control.
The unholy pair delved into 6 HOURS of m abuse reenactment sexting, audio clips, nudes, and blasphemous “I love yous”. WW suffered miniature heart attacks from the retraumatization (her health never recovered). Once True Wife woke up and saw what transpired, her horrified despair demanded suicide ASAP. A long-distance female friend moved mountains to talk her out of it.
When I walked in, tear-stricken True Wife fell to her knees and frantically confessed sexting, giving away our gif collection and using phrases / terms sacred to us. I was annihilated by heartbreak. In a stupor I provided comfort, struggling to swallow reality: the woman I waited to have to myself for 19 years just betrayed me. The ONE PERSON I thought would never break my trust, just shattered it. Long before I learned that uncle was the motive, I felt triggered by my old rival. My mind knew.
After 48 hours of talks and meltdowns, my wife cheated again (June 10th, 2022). The predator had unlocked a 24/7 oil spill of traumatic arousal, thus it took seconds to induce another hypnotic sex marathon. AP1 then instructed WW to give him first dibs every day—her Husband can only get sloppy seconds. Once he left, the alter skipped over to My Mom announcing that her boyfriend will marry her (persistent fantasy about my uncle). This unmasked DID as the cheating engine. We also discovered that AP1 is a scavenger who enjoys stealing other guy’s wives and targets mentally-ill women.
True Wife plunged into catatonic shock. SHE was traumatized, as cheating on me egregiously violated her monogamous nature. We did our best to give support while True Wife grieved what she did, then processed the truth of her alter and my uncle. I never had a chance to focus on myself, as the insights were revolutionary for everyone, plus Mom and I were busy stopping the alter from obeying AP1’s “sext me daily” command.
Realizing the insidious influence made True Wife hyperfocus on Our Marriage. She was outraged that AP1 dared invade us and texted him multiple rants revoking pledges of love / ownership, condemning him for “raping her while drunk” and hammering the sanctity of Marriage into his snide mug. We banded together against the uncle spectre and felt in-tune as a couple. Therapy sessions were scheduled. Had this continued, Our Love would be detoxed and stronger than ever. Alas, a parasitic distraction sapped its power 6 days later.
2022’s summer of betrayal continued in Part 2.