White wicker baskets with lids

Hi everyone, I wanted to share my concept of SC VII with anyone and I suppose it is the best place to do it No visuals there, cause I'm too lazy to make a roster in Ps or smt like that. And sorry for grammar mistakes. I'm not a native speaker So... First of all: Rollback netcode Custom chars that doesn't fit original characters with gender, hight, messurements are banned from ranked (Like... you can't make a loli bunnygirl with Astaroth's fighting style anymore), as well as some customisation items Gameplay mechanics... well. I like everything, that SC VI offers, but I would like to return weapon loss mechanic. Like, when you peform an unlocable or take to much damage in block, you lose your stamina. When stamina is ran out. You lose your weapon. However, stamina gauche refils in time Libra of soul returns I want to mix arcade and story mode. Make it like in Tekken 4/5 where you fight both important to story chars as well as a regular opponents. However there will be a main storyline like Killik/Xianghua/Maxi trio's in SCVI Story will be pretty much like in SC II minding the newcomers and SC VI and focusing on Raphael and his jorney to SoulEdge Roster: (I compared how SC II roster expanded after SC and came up with 23 chars with 1 guest and 3 newcomers) Mitsurugi Taki Killik Xianghua Hilde Talim Raphael Yoshimitsu Nightmare Ivy Cervantes Cassandra Astaroth Voldo Seong Mi-Na Hwang Rock Groh Azwel Randy -- a newcomer heavely inspired by Mugen from Samurai Champloo by attitude, clothings and gameplay. Maybe instead of afro he'll have red spiked hair, sandals instead if he's hoes (idk how they called correctly) and a bit different color scheme. Other things we'll remain the same. Looking for a souledge, cause whant to be the strongest. Like Mitsurugi... gamplaywise he'll be an unga-bunga, super offensive char Lei-ming -- a black-haired Outcast race girl wearing a white Chi-Pao dress with a huge notch and red border, white stokings and kung-fu shoes. Carying Kusarighama as a weapon. Zonner char. She is a mercenary, sended to kill Hilde, however she is a joyful and a bit careless. N'shuru -- An african warrior looking for a Cervantes who killed everyone in his village. Black, bald, muscular man with long black beard wearing blue cape, like Killik's one in SC VI and black trousers with black boots. Carying a metal clubs as a weapon. Char with good neutral game Guest char: Last Dragonborn from TES. He'll be like Heralt with Fus Ro Dah Season 1 DLC: Siegfried Maxi Sophitia Chai from Hi-Fi rush. Just fun well-rounded char Season 2 DLC: Setsuka Viola Aeon Chipp from GG So... what do you think?

Where memories fade, love's essence ignites.
A car crash into a pine tree shatters the facade of a once seemingly blissful marriage. Jack's desperate attempts to bring down the tree with a chainsaw leave his wife, Hazel, wondering what has become of their bond. Is he still the same man she fell in love with three decades ago? As Hazel battles her fears, "Journey to the Treetop" invites readers on an emotional ride through the tumultuous landscape of a mind affected by memory loss.
CABIN ROAD is the gateway to paradise.
But why does this feel like a path to hell?
I smash into a tall pine tree that stands in the middle of the otherwise straight gravel road. I've gone around it hundreds of times before. But now, my fingers are firmly gripped on the steering wheel, disregarding all my commands. Have I become paralyzed?
A potato is wobbling on the dashboard, having obviously leaped out of the potato crates in the back seat. Jack gets out and strides to the front bumper. His lips press into a thin line as he appraises the destruction and cost of fixing it. Nothing should hold him back from swearing. But he maintains his composure, anger simmering just beneath the surface.
The memory of thirty years of marriage fills my mind. I question whether this man has drugged me. A fleeting thought that he might have crashed the car surfaces, but it seems too much of a stretch. I take a deep breath and try to clear my head.
In the rear-view mirror, Jack gets an axe from the trunk. He comes and gazes at me from my window, his eyes looking heavy and weary—like two precious pearls inside their oyster-like shells. I straighten and open the window:
“Thank goodness it wasn't worse.”
“I'll chop it down.”
“That’s a pretty big tree, Jack.”
Jack blinks several times.
“I do have a chainsaw...”
“Yes.” I wonder what stories this tree has witnessed during its lifetime. Will we see the marks of our journey on its rings? There’s always something that gets squeezed in tighter, begging to be unraveled.
“I'll drive you to the cabin and grab the chainsaw,” Jack says. “Prepare some coffee while I'm gone.”
Our short passage to the cabin around the bend is like shifting through the fog of memory. I'm in the kitchen. My fingers clench around the coffee tin can and spoon. Bewilderment engulfs my brain. I spot Jack with his saw. He slips around the corner, the curve of his bottom visible through his tight work trousers. I feel anxious about the crash. Did I deliberately hit the tree?
The measuring spoon slips from my hand. It drops onto the floor along with the tin can. I clean up the mess. Could someone drive into a tree on purpose? Accidents do happen after all. It's fascinating to see him take on this role of being so chivalrous. Far away from his academic duties.
As the chainsaw outside whines, I scroll through social media on my phone. People arguing about something or other makes me tired. I pick up a copy of Science magazine from the coffee table and scan through an article titled “Quantum Communication Across Interstellar Space,” authored by Jack. As usual, the details go right over my head. I like to amuse myself with the idea that it speaks about communicating with individuals who have passed away.
Billy's message pops up. He asks for money for a fishing trip with his buddies somewhere in Lapland. I am more than happy to support him since he’s enlisting in the army soon in July. My big boy.
I tell him about the car crash, and he gives me advice about a car repair store. Jack comes back earlier than expected. He plops into his seat, sweat beading on his forehead and the smell of resin emanating from him. He seems disappointed.
I pour coffee to the brim.
“Did the saw get stuck?”
Jack shakes his head and adds sugar to his mug.
“It got shattered under the tree. I stumbled...”
Silence descends slowly, like dust.
“My helmet cracked.”
“Do you want me to buy new parts when I go to the store?”
“No need.”
“But there's pruning and cutting to do first.”
Jack takes a bite out of a cinnamon bun.
“I can sharpen the axe.”
“Ask the neighbors for help, that's what they're for. You can also mow the lawn while I'm away.”
“The grass is already short— it'll die off.”
“You don't want ticks taking over! Think about your mother's joint pain. She would roll in her grave if—”
“Cremated?’
“Yes!” My answer is like a flyswatter, leaving no room for further discussion or quantum physics.
Jack is busy chewing on the bun. His regular coffee breaks, which have become part of his daily routine in his sixties, have honed impressive jowls.
We enjoy our coffee and stare at the lake. Calm as a mirror. I have a feeling Jack will soon suggest fishing. As I gather my things to leave, I call to him:
“Don't hurt yourself. Should I bring more buns?”
“I was thinking of skipping the sugar and wheat...”
I simply smile in reply.
“Can you refuel the car?” Jack asks.
I'm already off. The door slams shut in the middle of his sentence, but Jack knows better than to expect a response.
I jump into the driver's seat and immediately notice forgotten potato baskets in the back seat, but my mind drifts away before I can do anything about it. As I pass by our old well, I remember that we need to discuss connecting the cabin to a new water source. No matter what it costs, it needs to be done. Why should I agree to be responsible for our running water anymore?
I collide with something hard. Airbags abruptly inflate around me, disorienting me as my vision blurs. Struggling to escape from the tangled mess of seatbelts and inflatable bags, it feels like I'm an old person trying to climb out of a bouncy castle.
My gaze rests on the scene before me, but my thoughts can't understand it. I have plowed into a tree stump. The tree stretches over the ditch. Nearby the chainsaw lies crushed. The cutting chain is nowhere to be found.
I get back in the car. Should I phone Jack for an urgent call? Inhaling slowly helps me stay calm. Why didn’t he mention the tree stump?
Someone taps on my window
I jump and my neck stiffens up. I reach for the window switch.
“I should have told you about...” Jack says.
“The stump?”
“Didn't you see the tree on the ground?”
“I'm sorry. I was daydreaming.”
“Great galaxy, Hazel! You're burning through our last savings as if money grew on trees!”
Jack is being truly authentic with me. I stare back at him like some big-eyed exotic species from Madagascar that I can't identify in all this chaos.
Jack opens the door and starts to put the cushion back in its place. We turn on the engine, giving the accelerator a test ride.
“Let's go to a repair shop. I'm sure our insurance will cover this,” Jack suggests. “We can say that we had an accident with a reindeer.”
“You're supposed to report it to the police or game warden if you hit an animal,” I reply.
Jack pauses for a moment. He then reverses and drives forward again, but when he looks into the rear-view mirror, he slams on the brakes.
“I have a better plan.”
He retrieves an orange towing strap from the trunk, a burst of determination on his face. He connects the stump and the tow hook.
“Get ready. We’re going to take a quantum leap here.”
We buckle our seat belts with a single click as we prepare for the inevitable disaster. We had already made so many mistakes together, starting with raising our children—though sometimes failing was just part of parenting.
Jack revs up the engine. A sudden lurch forward, then Jack howls in pain as the stump smashes through the rear window, clambering through the seats and lodging itself onto the gearbox, trapping Jack's hand. He veers off toward the ditch.
The Milky Way spins around us, potatoes fly in the air and suddenly, all is quiet. We find ourselves upside down—surrounded by earthy potatoes and broken glass.
I try to break the silence:
“I just remembered: Billy's friend can repair cars at the vocational school much cheaper.”
Jack looks so pale, his face almost white. I guess he’s contemplating the next step.
Through the cracked windshield, I see the chainsaw chain lying in the ditch. How did it come to be rusting away? Maybe everything will go back to normal if we sit here and wait.
It feels almost as if we are flying in outer space, my nerves slowly calming down. But then a sudden stillness strikes that is anything but soothing.
“Jack, I’m feeling a bit dizzy…”
No answer.
“Jack...”
I snap open my eyes and the scene in front of me has changed drastically. It’s like I’ve been sucked into some kind of surreal void.
I hear a tapping noise on the window. An apology and then a loud thud; a huge rock has been hurled through the glass. A stench of strong aftershave ferments around me. A burly arm reaches across to release the seatbelt. An elderly man growls something crude, nothing like Jack's usual scout-like words.
My eyes close as I'm being cradled away, and visions of Jack's mathematics and symbols flicker around in my mind. Is the soul truly free when there is no force of gravity to pull us down?
I don't know who my savior is, but I can sense his worry as his face reddens. He is in military garb.
I come to as I feel my head thudding against the rubble. Instantly, I yearn to run away, contemplating that perhaps this experience is only a dream, and I'm back in the cabin chamber, tucked securely underneath a cosy blanket. A blanket that grants me the power to perform heroic acts like disappearing in a puff of smoke.
“Are you okay?” he speaks in a familiar voice.
Fingers brush over my clothes, picking out pieces of glass. My pocket contains an odd bulge—a potato? Suddenly, everything clicks: an aged Billy, wearing a major's rank insignia. How could he have achieved that rank so fast?
“Son, what are you doing on this tree ring?”
Billy peers at me from across the way, accompanied by a mysterious female figure.
“We came to check on how you're doing,” Billy says. “Do you remember what happened?”
I raise my head and look around. There's nobody in the driver's seat of the car.
“Where is Jack?” I manage.
Billy furrows his brows like a detective would when weighing evidence. An image of the classic TV show Columbo flashes through my mind—he could lull suspects into a false sense of security before dropping the hammer of his sharp intellect on their inconsistencies. But I'm not hiding anything here. Though why are modern shows so bad? That's another mystery entirely.
“Mom, what were you doing out here? The road is an absolute disaster zone, with the car smashed up in the ditch.”
My thoughts swim haphazardly as Billy reads something from my expression, then casts his eyes towards his new girlfriend for assistance.
I try to get up but it hurts too much. Instead, I reach into my pocket and feel a sandy-sharp potato there. Maybe I can still wash it off.
“I’m fine,” I reply. “I need to get back to plowing the field... baking buns for Jack... buying a chainsaw...”
The darkness returns and I feel my body shiver. I'm in the car, traveling down bumps I've known for quite some time. Soon, I’m settled inside the cabin's living room on the couch. The coffee maker is gurgling in the corner of the room. Billy is on a call with a doctor about how to deal with grief and coping alone; it seems someone had died while cutting down a tree last year. He gets furious and threatens to take away the keys from the person he's talking to. It might be a good idea; many people have too many keys that they don't use anyway.
My head is spinning with thoughts about Jack's absence. Where did he go?
Someone runs water over potatoes while a pot clatters on the stovetop. My temper rises as I wait for Jack's return. I won't stay here by myself without an explanation from him. I call out for Jack until there's no sound left but my coughing voice.
I crave sausage soup, and I know I must go to the store. As I try to move forward, I am wading through tar. They guide me to the coffee table. According to Jack, time runs faster the more hunched your back becomes. Let it be and let us sit here, motionless, gazing at the tips of our shoes. Surely, time has slowed down in this moment.
Billy reaches out and takes my hand. A handsome, greying gentleman. His girlfriend also places her hand on top of the pile. Her name is Ewa. A beautiful name, something familiar about her.
But did I hear her calling me mother?
In the yard, a squirrel hops with a cone in its mouth. It freezes and stares at me. I avert my gaze. My hands suddenly look wrinkled. I summon the inner strength that I've been striving to find for an eternity:
“Do we have to leave now?”
Billy exchanges glances with Ewa and then looks outside.
“You don't have to walk this path alone, Mother.”
We finish our coffee without saying another word. The wind sweeps across the lake. A pair of swans take flight, and a duet of gentle honks echo across the water.
A shivering cold envelops me. Billy and Ewa take me to the car. The potatoes can wait.
The sun blazes brightly above us as we travel the cabin road; shapeless clouds dot the horizon and suddenly I sense a presence—as if someone is waving to me.
I surrender.
I believe I will be warmly welcomed.

As the title states, I'm a 30 yo white guy just looking for fun. I'm open to just about anyone as long as you're clean, dd free and open minded. I am pretty specific on what I'm looking for depending on who I'm with.
For females: open to mostly anything. For males: I like to give head and bottom, also open to kinks. For MF couples: I'd like to have a dynamic where I could be in the F while the M is in me.
Across the board though, I love to please and give generous amounts of oral. Serious inquiries only. Pics and stats please and I will return the favor

Ok might be the wrong sub reddit but dose anyone know when in the anime kaiba uses he's abc booster dragon deck because my brother bought me a yugioh theme deck from 1996-8 with kaiba on it with blue eyes white dragon and abc booster dragon(cant remember what year there from iv packed them away im currently moving) iv watched so much and I haven't seen it

Ive picked up the revell eclipse from fast and furious, sanded the body and panels, now its waiting for paint. My plan is to hit it with some white plastic primer, then sanding again, then going at it with a few light coats of green. Is this a good idea?
Note- im using rattlecans

Hello, apologies but this is going to be a really long post and basically a stream of consciousness, and I understand if no one bothers to read any of it. The main problem I (M 28) have is that I think a lot of these feelings are really intense and quite sad. I feel like I can’t talk to my friends or family about them because a lot of them are depressed or seem as though they have their own problems and I don’t want to burden people by making them worry about me. I think maybe I could benefit from therapy, but there is no way I could afford to pay for it, and on the NHS I don’t know how long the waiting list is, but I also don’t want to take away the place in the queue from someone who has experienced real trauma in their life when I have lived a relatively sheltered middle-class regular life in the UK.
Something I have been seriously struggling in my life since I was a teenager is fatigue and this is possibly linked to mental problems stemming from what I would call overthinking and floods of empathic thoughts created from the things I learn about the world around me and I consume from the media. I’m going to give an example of some of the things that run through my head, and if you want you can read a part of it to get the gist and skip the next paragraph.
I feel terrible for all the animals that are going to be wiped out by environmental changes due to climate change, and I feel sad that this loss of biological life means the next generations might never see the beauty of the species we lose. I feel sad for the loss of knowledge of how these species interacted with the environment and their genetics, the loss of insights we could have gained in medicine. I feel sad for all the animals trapped in huge battery farms living in horrific conditions, and I feel sad for all the people eating food that is contaminated, and I feel sad for the future issues that will come from this, pandemics, antibiotic resistance, monocultures destroying the environment, the pollution from agriculture, the loss of soil quality for future farmers. I feel sad that water and soil is becoming polluted with forever chemicals from industry, and I feel sad that resources are going to diminish quickly and inevitably lead to war and famine, which they have in many places already. I feel sad that people will turn to fanatical populism when conditions deteriorate and I feel sad they will likely vote and act against their own interests and turn on each other and their neighbouring countries. I feel sad that this has and will lead to increased immigration, and I feel sad that this going to lead to increased friction between people. I feel sad for LGBT and others who will be subject to increased persecution due to difference in cultural and imposed moral values of those that immigrate. I feel sad for the racism people will experience after immigrating, and the inevitable ghettoisation as people fail to become integrated and the exacerbation of extremism due to this. I feel sad for people of colour experiencing racism, real disadvantages and hurt due to effects of white supremacy and post-colonial systemic injustice that is constantly being diminished by certain media. I feel sad for people who live in these countries already who are being challenged, demonised for their xenophobia, that has been encouraged by some of their own media and made to feel small and wrong, however it can be justified, for legitimate concerns about the erosion of their own culture, but also the degeneration of their lives and the lives of people around them due to addiction epidemics and disappearance of industry and lack of support that has occurred in parallel with progressivism and globalism. I feel sad for trans people who experience violence and fear almost every day and whose lives and medical support have been subject to intense, extreme political battery. I feel sad for people who have had their previously concrete beliefs in gender challenged and demonised by certain media, however justified people think it might be, and I feel sad that often people find they hate a version of the other side that does not actually believe as extreme things as they have been lead to believe about them. I feel sad trans issues are being used to distract them from other real issues that affect them in a real way. I feel sad that women’s ability to have abortions is being attacked, the danger to their lives, peace of mind, punishment for sex and rape, and I feel sad for the children that will be born into terrible circumstances as a result. I feel sad that many of the people pushing against abortion do so because they feel that they are saving human lives by doing so, and I feel sad that people are made to feel as though that is a bad thing, however justified it might be. I feel sad that no matter what side of the spectrum people are on, for the vast majority, everything seems to be getting worse, quality of life is reducing, people are being made to hate each other along divisive issues upon which there seems to be no way to reconcile, and I feel sad that I don’t think that it ever needed to be that way, but people have become convinced that it is.
This is just an example of one thread of thoughts that runs through me. As you can see many of them do not affect me directly right now and it’s like I’m feeling things for people that I don’t actually know, and feeling things for people that aren’t born yet, and feeling things for people in the future. You might read this and think, yeah, there is no way in hell this guy is thinking all this crap on a random tuesday afternoon. The thing is these thoughts are not verbalised in my brain, they are abstract feelings, and each one, I hope you can see, is connected to each other. So they thread and wind into one another and what happens is I experience this huge wave of feeling and its overwhelming, it cripples me and I feel as though I am unable to do anything, if I’m standing up I have to sit down. It makes me feel like I’m drowning, and what I typed up earlier it’s like I took two hands and took a scoop and tried to distentangle and verbalise just a fragment of what I can catch. Often when I am speaking to people I end up taking long pauses to try and hear the thoughts relevant to the conversation over all the noise happening inside my head. Thankfully my friends know I am not dumb but sometimes I think it takes a long time to focus back in and conversations are becoming more difficult for me.
I guess someone might read this and think, how pathetic, this person is just feeling and thinking random shit from the news, and I’m right there with you, there is a constant undercurrent of guilt, and shame and confusion, constantly thinking why am I thinking these things about people I don’t know, why am I fictionalising and focusing on issues seperate from myself, why am I acting like everyone else isn’t also thinking about this stuff and also struggling all the time. I know other people also feel these things and they can carry on living, and they are more resilient than me, and I must be weaker mentally, or they are struggling and not showing it to me. There are also constant thoughts about things I wish I did, things I wish I had not done, so many regrets and lost opportunities and sadnesses that also wash over me.
I know it may be hard to believe but I consider myself a happy person and not functionally depressed, I look forward to things throughout the day and in the future. Every day I spend many hours painting. I try to be optimistic, in the time that I am awake I enjoy speaking to people and going out to exercise regularly for many hours a week inside and outside, and I eat healthily, with blood tests showing no deficiencies. But everyday I carry these emotional waves with me and every day is getting harder. I feel constantly burnt out, I am unable to hold a job, I feel so tired I have to sleep 12 hours a day just to feel normal. I don’t collect any government assistance because I feel guilty collecting money for basically just not having the energy to work and no other reason, though I can live off the money I save between jobs before I quit. I don’t feel like I have the energy to live anymore but I don’t want to die. I just want to go into a coma or something so I can rest without burdening my friends or family. I don’t know what the solution is but I wonder if many others feel the same and self-medicate using drugs or alcohol. I fear being put on some kind of medication that is just going to make me numb or change my personality as a solution for being me. I wonder if fearing medication altering my authentic self is just some kind of stockholm syndrome where I’ve romanticised myself and my pain but actually I am just a prisoner of my own mind unable to escape.
On the bright side, there is one time these winding and unwinding feely-thoughts have helped me in life. Once in a job I had the opportunity to manage people. I was thinking things like, well this person recently immigrated to the UK, I will schedule longer meetings with them and a higher proportion of time spent discussing personal things so that they can build confidence in their english and have someone they can comfortably talk to if they have issues and I adapt my own language so they can understand me better. I feel like I understand what their long term goals are in their careers, so I try to proportion the work given to them so they always feel like they are progressing, even if not everything is directly relevant to their goals. I take unconscious notes on response times, active times, energy levels in meetings to understand the best times to work with them, how long to schedule things, whether to cancel things, and understand when they might be struggling and too shy or embarrassed to reach out. I feel like I understand when people struggle with concepts or get stuck, so I take proactive steps to help, I am patient and understanding and make myself available to ensure people get the help they need without fear. I make unconscious notes about people’s skill sets, problems, schedules, and network people when I think they might be able to help each other when they otherwise would not have communicated at all. When I explained these are some of the things I considered when I manage people, I got promoted. Though reading this back it just seems like.. stuff you’d read in a how to manage 101 book that I never read.
I guess this is where the idea I might be an empath comes from, because it’s like when I see someone or am around people, or read about someone, I start to feel things strongly, and mainly the negative things, and I understand it might not be what they are actually feeling, its all inferred, but its inferred so strongly. I am always crying during movies, yes, even animated ones. The thing is, say someone dies in a movie, I know it isn’t real, but I am sad because I think, someone wrote this, they put a part of themselves in it, their own fear of death, their own experience of death, loss, grief, I relate it to my own experiences of grief too, and someone somewhere died or will die so that the person in this movie could die, and I am feeling this wave of emotion from that, the fiction becomes real I guess. Again, I’m aware this just sounds… dramatic. Maybe this is just how everyone experiences things and I am just verbalising and putting into words how everybody feels. This is why I’m posting anonymously, I’m ashamed I might just be describing being a normal human being, and that it’s too much for me and I think that there is something exceptional or wrong about me, when I’m just a normal person experiencing normal human things. I don’t understand how everybody else is going about their day, 9-5, when just existing day to day is overwhelming for me. I know people are struggling too, people with much worse problems than me, people with complex interpersonal issues, shit life circumstances, homelessness, people with chronic health conditions. Am I just lazy, weak? Is it silly of me to be calling myself an empath or saying I have anxiety or depression when I am just experiencing normal emotion and I am just trying to come up with an excuse to make myself feel special or for my own laziness.
I think that’s everything to get off my chest. I realise probably nobody has or will read all of this, but it was cathartic to write out. If someone does read it I would appreciate you letting me know your thoughts, any kind of diagnosis. Thank you.

Like, actually, I think it might be my favourite mission hands down.
Throneside already looked great, but god damn does Archivum look good. Huge, impossibly large Administratum archives filled with yellow glows of chandeliers and flames, the panic-inducing, almost overstimulating alarm lights in the ventilation sections and the almost sickly, sterile white in the final event room, all while blaring to great new Jesper Kyd tracks.
The events are great. The mad dash through the ventilation areas feel frenzied and dangerous, enemies spawning from both sides, doors closing in your face... It's surprisingly difficult if you don't have a fast way of clearing large groups of chaff mixed in with the frequently spawning elites and heavies. Running a few times without a flamer or purgatus was rough without a cohesive fireteam even with the breaks to pull the levers to open the next section.
Then the last event, less frantic but still oddly difficult despite the openness of the ring layout. I think something about the way it lets enemy spawns loop in on more split-up and mobile groups that spread out to do the scans works great in creating a satisfyingly difficult final event.
Sure, more cohesive teams with communication aren't likely to struggle too hard, but I'm actually really enjoying this new mission. It looks gorgeous, it plays great, it has a wide variety of environments that let different builds shine, from the tight corridors in the first event to the more wide and multi-levelled areas in the Archive proper and the staircase room and has a killer track to go with it. All in all, a really solid map.

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1. The universe is for us humans, Allah's favorite creation, yet is so mind-blowingly massive that 99.9999999999999999999999999999999999999999% of it is completely unreachable and will never be of any use to us.
2. Allah is omniscient and knows everything we will ever do, yet still insists that we should waste our time on a test.
3. This test lasts on average 80-90 years but dictates the rest of our eternal existence. And the rest of our eternal existence is infinitely larger than 1,000,000,000,000,000 ^ 1,000,000,000,000,000 years.
4. Allah is omniscient yet supposedly we have free will. If Allah sees you grabbing an apple from the fruit basket tomorrow, you cannot not grab that apple. If you grab the banana, Allah would've seen that happening instead.
5. Allah is omniscient, omnipotent and eternal... yet he cares about what you eat and who you have sex with.
6. Allah doesn't condemn slavery, child rape, bullying, fascism or sexism yet decides that it is important to tell us about Muhammad and his wives and how much OCD Muhammad has and all these nonsensical, completely trivial things about Muhammad.
7. Allah, an omnipotent being larger than you could ever imagine both in scope and intelligence and wisdom, shares with us such profound wisdom as "if your wife misbehaves, you are allowed to beat her."
8. Allah shares with us such infinitely profound wisdom as "don't drink alcohol because if you get drunk, you might do some stupid stuff." Gee golly, how astute.
9. Allah keeps talking about how important it is that women don't become sluts and obey their husbands and should stay married regardless of whether they get beaten or if they have feelings for their husband, for the sake of... "the nuclear family"... yet for some reason, muslim majority countries are basically worse in all regards than countries where the opposite is true.
10. Dead children go to heaven, but some other form of heaven... but NOT going to hell to be tortured for THE REST OF ETERNITY is heaven itself, so... there's a loop hole. We should literally stop feeding Allah's torture furnace and just kill every baby.
11. But that's still unfair, a baby doesn't decide to get killed... so why is he going to a different kind of heaven? Totally unfair.
12. Also, what happens if you die as a baby? Are you literally just a baby in heaven for all eternity? Or do you keep growing? How? According to what laws? Surely, you cannot suddenly become an adult in heaven... because then who were you, that baby?
13. On that note, what happens if I die? Surely, I'd be emotionally blunted and be stripped of all memories, because how else could I enjoy heaven knowing some of my most beloved family is being tortured in screaming agony for all eternity? Only for being arrogant / non-religious? Am I even myself if I don't have any emotions and memories? Of course not. And do I keep growing old or do I just stay that age? Or is someone else other than my current, conscious self, going to heaven when I die?
14. Allah is omniscient yet he 124,000 prophets before Muhammad finally succeeded in spreading the message of Islam. Either Allah is really bad at sending prophets, or he did it on purpose, knowing Christianity would become larger than Islam and push billions of people out of heaven.
15. Allah doesn't realize what a waste of time it is to us that he brags about creating the universe and how long it took. By the way, we're not even impressed that an OMNIPOTENT creator takes several days to create the universe. He could literally do it in a split second. Total waste of pages. Again, how about you spend your time condemning slavery or something useful instead?
16. The Qur'an is for all times, yet it contains wisdom and teachings that muslims argue were relevant only in that time. Apparently, you don't understand what "is for all times" means.
17. The Qur'an conveniently cropped up close to the other Abrahamic religions. Same area, same religious teachings... Yet Allah supposedly sent 124,000 prophets prior to Muhammad. And for some reason, none of their teachings are anywhere to be found. Of course, Allah knew that this would happen (being omniscient), yet he insisted to send these 124,000 prophets anyway. Lol.
18. Islam's holy site is conveniently in their own backyard, in Saudi Arabia.
19. Allah says "this final version cannot be corrupted", so Allah is aware of the corruption of his teachings. Obviously... he's omniscient. He has, somehow, made sure that it cannot be corrupted (don't ask me how, that is literally impossible if humans have free will)... Yet, he never made sure of that with Christianity/the Bible... which means, again, being omniscient, he literally lead people astray on purpose and has willfully sent billions to hell.
20. Lots of scientific inaccuracies, like semen originating between the backbone and the ribs.

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I could make another 200 points here, really.
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The problem is in the quantity of inconsistencies. I could rattle them off all day, and no muslim could ever answer even a fraction of them convincingly. That should be more than enough to make you doubt the validity of the religion at large.

I'm a 47 year old from the Toronto area. I love the outdoors and being by the water. Early morning walks are the best way to start the day off. Join me for a walk and let's chat away about anything and everything. Let's laugh and joke and help each other with our problems.
I'm an average white guy with a thin build and long Brown hair. I like to make and fix things. I would build my furniture before I would buy it. I love cooking, especially outdoors. I am learning a new style of cooking as often as I can.

I need to get this hurt, anger and pain out. I'm destroying my new relationship because I'm so traumatised.
It has been nearly 8 years since I fount out, and I've still not fully healed. I listened to a podcast earlier who mentioned how you should speak out about it to be able to heal so here I am...
I'd also appreciate anyone who has been through this to tell me what you did to help to heal.
I met my ex husband when I was 20 he was 26, first red flag was the age gap but being 20 I didn't think it was a big deal, next red flag that I thought was a compliment was when I asked why he liked me he said, "you look so cute and innocent" wasn't until I got older and everything came out how I remembered that comment and was shocked at how naive I was.
You hear alot of people who have never been in abusive relationship say "why did't you just leave them sooner" their not like this from the get go! If they were then yes people would leave, but their charming, loving, it's all a big act, they then wait until they know you've started to fall inlove with them then slowly manipulate you and gaslight you, then when you pull away they love bomb you again, so you learn to second guess yourself, believe them that you're the crazy not them.
My ex (lets call him J) was very manipulative, a smooth talker, an alcholic and constantly cheated on me, then when I found out he cheated it was always "get over it" "stop nagging me". I didn't know back then that I had ADHD and RSD (Rejection sensitivity disorder) back when I was little you were told only boys had ADHD, I was just told I'd always have a mental age of a teenager because girls didn't have ADHD. So now looking back I realise why I missed all the red flags, why I put up with the cheating, why the rejection made me run towards him and why I stayed so long.
He then had this friend (will call him C) visit who I had never met before, J mentioned how other's would bully C so me being me opened my home to him, I felt sorry for him, C told me how he was apparently special needs (looking back I think this was a cover up). The first time he travelled to come stay with us he seemed okay at first, a little odd but I didn't think much of it until his friend accused me of being attracted to him because "I was nice to him" I said "I am nice to everyone, doesn't mean I'm attracted to anyone?!" I was shocked but put it down to him being special needs, maybe he didn't quite understand. He then kept giving me the look throughout his stay and I felt so uncomfortable he looked at me like I was an object to be had. The odd thing was my ex would tell me how much he couldn't stand the guy, his friends our family would ask why does he hang out with him and he'd never have a good answer to why (later it makes sense).
I then had a young family member come over (I want to protect this kids incolved so I'm saying family member) staying over again this comment didn't add up until after it all came out. J was on the phone to C and put him on liyd speaker as J and my young family member were play fighting, I then said to the little family member "get your butt out of J's face" as a joke because the way they were play fighting he was climbing over J. C obviously hears and said "but J would love that" straight away I was like wtf?! I was totally confused. My ex looking shocked at me and then shortly after he got off the phone with C. I told J how much I didn't like his friend, usually I'd never tell someone to stop being friends with someone but I just kept getting a bad vibe from him plus he kept telling me how much he couldn't stand him himself. Then J decided to tell me the night before that C was coming over to stay the following day for a week (I think it was), I begged him not to let him, reminded him how he kepts saying inappropriate things to me, C even asked J "what would you do if I made out with your wife?" J said "I'd punch you" C then said "why it would be HER fault". That was the final straw for me and I wanted nothing to do with him, I then thought he made up this special needs card to get away with his disgusting behaviour. But then J tells me C will be coming back over to stay, I was told this the night before. I cried and begged J not to let him stay, he wouldn't listen, I had nowhere else to go or money to even stay elsewhere or any friends. I begged J to atleast make sure he was home after work before he arrived to which he agreed (stupidly I believed that, I am also on the autism spectrum again didn't know, everything is very black and white and I always expected others to be the same as I knew no different) C arrives and J is nowhere to be seen, I'm ringing and texting him constantly and I'm being ignored. J finally arrives home drunk. For the next few days is where I constantly get SA by C infront of J I keep shouting at C to stop rubbing himself up against me, stop staring at me like I'm a peice of meat, stop towering over me, stop refusing to move out of doorways in my own home so I have no choice but to squeeze past, stop touching me inappropriately (I didn't realise any of this was SA until later as I thought I was being over dramatic as by ex would constantly tell me I was when I fount out he cheated once again so having thay drummed into your head does make you second guess yourself alot) I begged my ex to help me to his response was "come on mate just stop" he didn't even sound bothered, there was no stern voice and C continued constantly. I truely believe if J wasn't there C would have eventually [email protected] me, each night I would push a chair between the door and our bed just incase. I was completely destroyed, I had depression before and bad anxiety because of my ex and undiagnosed ADHD and RSD that I had no idea about. This was when I finally learnt to hate my ex and preparing myself to leave him.
When C went out with J I decided I would snoop on C's ipad (I know I shouldn't have but I had this gut feeling he wasn'ta good person) I found a bunch of emails to police from him harassing his ex wife (later on found out he [email protected] her and had a police report against him I think he got away with this but I'mnot sure). I also found pre-teen prn I have no idea if it was legal or what but they looked like kids, I was shaking, felt sick and crying and couldn't look, I flipped my sht. I finally stood up for myself (I think it was the fact I felt protective over what looked like children, I no longer cared about myself but only them) I packed C's things, told J what I found and that C isn't staying and put his bag outside, C begged J to stay and I rang the police and reported it, it was then I told the operator everything from the p*rn to him groping me and saying inappropriate things to me, she then said she'd have an officer come over from (I think she called it) [email protected] and SA department. In my head I was like wtf is going on how on earth has that anything to do with the video's I saw on his history?! Wasn't until the officer sat me down said someone else had gone forward about him and exsplained what I said gone through was SA, I felt so stupid, I felt like what she said wasn't real that I was just being over dramatic and she was wrong.
I did try to leave J after this had happened, then he did an overdose and I was guilt tripped into staying with him, he then later on laughed and said he had googled first to make sure the pills he took wouldn't actually hurt him. A couple months later when I completely checked out emotionally I tried to leave again and he said he'd OD again if I left (this was after I found out he was cheating) so I stayed, I didn't want someone else's blood on my hands. Then finally 6 months of from the first OD I finally walked away!
I self healed, worked hard on myself learnt to love myself and fount an amazing partner who is so caring and loving and helped me heal deeper. I was about 1 year into my new relationshie when a very brave family member of mine came out about how J had been touching them since she could remember (so a toddler up until pre-teens) also turned out she wasn't the only one but also her friend. Alot of the weekends I'd have the girls come over for sleepovers, we'd watch movies, bake, crafts, play games, go out on day trips etc. I was really close to them and her friend decided to call me her second mum. But I had no idea, nobody had any idea, I said I'd do all I could to help them with their case, there was very little evidence but not enough to pin him for what he did, he got pulled in for questioning but that was.
Some of my family needed therapy, I needed therapy. It completely and utterly distroyed me, I was so angry at myself for not noticing, I remember reading this kind of stuff or seeing it in the news thinking how the heck do you not notice this? I held so much guilt even though both the girls said they never blaimed me and my family never blaimed me, but I still blaimed me. I had intrusive thoughts on how I must be a pedophile too or how else didn't I notice anything was going on under my own roof, I wanted to end my life. I felt sick with myself for sleeping with a pedophile and I felt so dirty. I was angry how he got away with it all, how the evidence given wasn't enough! How those poor girls had to relive it all. Angry how he distroyed two kid's childhoods and my family and he gets to walk away like nothing happened.
A few years ago a family member saw he was engaged and messaged J's new partner to warn her, unfortunately their still together as far as I know. I know all to well how manipulative he can be so I partly get why she has stayed. I did find huge peice in that she was atleast warned so (hopefully not) if any more children come forward she'll remember that message that was once sent to her and not try to protect him. I sometimes think to myself I bet she's so kind and loving like I was, always thought the best of people, because that's the type of people who end up in these bad situations, we get taken advantage of they see our kindess and we're easy to manipulate.
It made total sense now why he was friends with C as just before I left J I snooped on his phone and also saw pre-teen p*rn on his phone, it was on PH he kept telling me how it was an add and I was crazy even though it clearly was a video half watched then the second guessing myself rolled in. But I truely believe C knew J was a pedophile hence the comment about my nephew and J knew C was hence why he wouldn't drop his as a friend.
My now partner has been incredible, listened to how I was feeling, didn't once judge me or my intrusive thoughts and picked up all the peices. I was now battling from the SA then this ontop, it took me about 2 years to finally agree I needed therapy. I felt better for a little while but then the panic attacks came more regularly, the constant running around my head repeating what happened, had mentally blocked and partly forgotten alot of things then memories would come back. Then finding out I have ADHD was a shock that I'm still trying to deal with. I don't feel the therapy helped all that much, it did make me see that I was nothing like the moster he was, I would never ever do anything to a child, it was never my fault, I never made J do those things, I never asked C to do those things to me, I didn't lead him on, I didn't have to blame myself for being too nice anymore. But that's all I got out of therapy.
I feel I do better to self heal alone. It has been long enough now that I have suffered for things others have done. I am distroying myself and my good relationship because I keep snapping and I'm filled with such anger and pain, I am now here to try move on and change that. I deserve to be happy and free from this. I am partly worried sick about posting this, as I have such bad anxiety but I know I need to talk about it and get it off my chest and I know this platform has helped me alot in the past and I use my own trauma to help others. Not enough people talk about being on the other side of this as fear of judgment but we didn't do anything wrong here! They did!
If you read this far thank you! I hope that this may help someone not feel so alone now.
How did you overcome the anger? Did talking about it help? I feel the trauma has made my ADHD symptoms much worse which I know can happen after trauma. My anxiety is awful I constantly. I want to heal enough is enough they get to walk free and ruin other people's lives, whilst I suffer still. I would never do anything to hurt someone I don't deserve this.

I'm a 47 year old from the Toronto area. I love the outdoors and being by the water. Early morning walks are the best way to start the day off. Join me for a walk and let's chat away about anything and everything. Let's laugh and joke and help each other with our problems.
I'm an average white guy with a thin build and long Brown hair. I like to make and fix things. I would build my furniture before I would buy it. I love cooking, especially outdoors. I am learning a new style of cooking as often as I can.

I'm a 47 year old from the Toronto area. I love the outdoors and being by the water. Early morning walks are the best way to start the day off. Join me for a walk and let's chat away about anything and everything. Let's laugh and joke and help each other with our problems.
I'm an average white guy with a thin build and long Brown hair. I like to make and fix things. I would build my furniture before I would buy it. I love cooking, especially outdoors. I am learning a new style of cooking as often as I can.

I've had experiences where blacks have acted racist towards me, a brown skinned Filipino girl.
They would say things like "oh you speak anime." Or do small things towards me like take my things. And throw items like pencils at me. They would also always accuse me of being racist. Whenever I tried to defend myself. And everyone around me would freak out then act rude to me. This one other white boy apart of the peanut gallery, even started acted racist towards me. When I never said anything to them.
No one ever would call these boys out for blantant racism. When I'd call them out, people say "oh black people can't be racist." Or teachers at the spot would immedently stop when the black boy said "It's because I'm black isn't it?" The white teachers would immediaently back off.
P.s I don't hate all black people. Just because of a few bad experiences with a few bad apples. Doesn't mean everyone of that minority acts the same way. But like people generally freak out at racism when it's targetted at blacks. No one payed attenion when a white boy was being racist towards a middle eastern student.

TW: some mention of racism and gaslighting
I had GP visit a few weeks ago that hasn't been sitting well with me, but I'm aware I am feeling very fragile at the moment so I was hoping for some perspective from people with similar medical issues as to whether or not this is normal?
Background: I have been trying to get my GP to formally diagnose my hEDS forever now as it has been confirmed by all of them and every physio I've been to that I meet the diagnostic criteria fairly obviously, (including extensive family history).
I have developed arthritis in my hips as a result of this being left unmanaged, which has impacted my ability to work as much as i used to. I am trying to get disability support, but my medical notes don't list a long term condition just the laundry list of symptoms. So I am unable to prove that I have hEDS because, despite verbally talking me through hEDS as the cause to my symptoms, my GP then put "hypermobility syndrome" in my notes and has since refused to help me pursue formal diagnosis because I "only want it to claim benefits" (this is true, but I do actually need support) I haven't been able to see a rheumatologist due to the covid backlog and as my notes just say hypermobility, they are unaware that it is symptomatic and so rejected the referral.
Given all of this, I obviously assumed that although they agreed that I meet the criteria, none of the symptoms they see are serious enough or likely to be causing genuine pain and discomfort that prevents me from doing things (I'm 30, and was told this is too young to have joint pain from hypermobility).
I moved GPs last year, the final straw being my GP saying I was lucky to be so flexible and that hypermobility is actually really common among Asian and black women and therefore never a cause for concern in that demographic (I am an Asian woman and he is a white man for context). Obviously I wish I'd said something but chronic pain had sort of turned my brain to mush at that time and it took me a very long time to process this, by which point I didn't have spoons to spend on it 😂
Finally getting to the point: When trying to broach the topic of diagnosis with my new doctor I got the same brush off, but she also has declined to actually examine me- she did ordered loads of blood tests to rule out other conditions, which have unsurprisingly come back fine (I already had this done like 3 months prior) but still doesn't want to check my joints herself.
Instead of doing a cursory Beighton score check, she has told me that if I'm "really" having dislocations I should take a picture next time it happens so I can prove it. (This is the bit that made me feel a bit off)
So- to me this sounds really irresponsible because why would this be my go to response? It's quite painful and I'm never like "let me get a photo" if I wake up with something out of place- generally my priority is getting it back in rather than wasting time taking selfies, but also the more you move around with joints out of place the more likely you are to trap a nerve or put it back incorrectly...
Has anyone else been advised to take photos of dislocated joints? I just thought it was super weird! I have switched doctors since this, but am wondering if I should follow this up as it has been kind of bothering me since it happened...
Thank you if you made it to the end of this epic post and any advice or personal experiences would be tremendously helpful ❤

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A few weeks ago I started sorting through a pile of clothes that's been sitting in my room for ages, and a few things had tiny white mites on them. There was a pair of tights with maybe about 30 of them, then a few items of clothing where I could only see one. They were all absolutely tiny and moved fast. I threw out these clothes and washed the rest. I didn't see any more until today, one ran across my bedsheets.
I've googled bed bugs and don't think that's what these are because I don't see any of the signs on or around my bed, although I have been getting the occasional itchy spot that I'm sure is some kind of bite, but again these marks don't exactly match what I've read about bed bugs.
Some of my clothes and my bed sheets have tiny white flecks spread over them but they don't move so I'm assuming it's dry skin and/or general dirt. I've let my room's cleanliness go way downhill over the last year because of depression and am now recently tidying it again. I'm really embarrassed over finding these tiny mites but I can't figure out what they are through googling or what to do.

I'm currently and sort of constantly looking for a partner in crime, a relationship to stand the test of time. I'm often a bit of a hopeless romantic, but I'm sure there's someone there for everyone.
Things about me:
183cm tall, white German guy. I'd say my build is average - I'm not overweight, but I'm also not super slim. With age I'm slowly starting to keep a small belly too, but working on it.
I enjoy cooking, and I'd dare say I'm pretty good at it (I got the pictures to proof it too). I'm also an omnivore, so if that bothers you we're probably not a good match.
Quite heavy on the nerdy side, too. Ranging from gaming (PC), to reading manga, following tech like it's a religion and just generally caring about everything in that space. I also work in IT, so there's that as well. But it pays well and is a stable career, so hey.
I watch quite a fair bit of TV shows, currently binging Taskmaster and Planet Earth. Marvel movies are also big on my list, and I'm excited for Spiderman this week.
I love traveling, so far I've been to most parts of western and northern Europe, Turkey, Japan and the US. There's just something special about seeing many different cultures, and don't get me started on the food. I'm a big foodie.
I don't have kids, and I plan to keep it that way too, so if you want some little devils of your own, we're not a good fit either. My religious beliefs are also non-existent.
My humor exists, even though I am German. Admittedly it's often very dark humor, but that's just how we are.
I work from home, so I'm available most of the time, unless it is very busy at work.
I love cats and dogs, sadly my current apartment doesn't allow pets - but once I move to a bigger one next year I plan on getting at least a cat, but we'll see.
That should be enough about me for now, you can go through my post history to find some more specific things I'm into as well. Now a little about what I'm looking for:
You should be Europe, as to make traveling short and easy. I'm fine with LDR for a start, as long as there's intent to move towards each other at some point. You should be around 25-40, please don't be obese either, physical attraction is important in any relationship. If you're on the nerdy side and enjoy video games, that would be a big help. I also love a lady with tattoos (to an extent), but aside from those things I'm just pretty open to whoever wants to chat. You never know what kind of person is actually going to be yours until you see her. (:
I'm fine with exchanging pictures, if you want mine - send me a message and attach your own.