Black Love

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BlackLove: A subreddit specifically for celebrating and discussing Black love

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2008.01.25 05:07 A subreddit for cute and cuddly pictures

Things that make you go AWW! Like puppies, bunnies, babies, and so on... A place for really cute pictures and videos!
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2020.09.28 05:34 hecate-gb This just happened in Turkey. Let me translate for you. The woman with black shirt says "I love my neigbour C who is 28 years older than me. My husband(man with blue shirt) is not the father of my child, my neigbour C is the father." They were yelling at each other at studio and now this photo???

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2020.09.28 05:31 CheapButterscotch5 I just want to feel something other than sadness

Life has gone by like a blur and I’m lost. I feeling like a leaf falling from a tree. I’ve lost all inner peace. Everything in life feels so demanding the only time I feel remotely happy is when I’m working out, but then I look at the mirror and think about how no one could ever love such a loser. I wake up tired and sad, our school is letting us go back physically but it’s become such a mental strain so much is being required of me and I pushed everything away to try and numb all the stress of life. I’ve lossed a sense of belonging everywhere I am I feel out of place. Even with my own family I feel like a black sheep. I used to pride myself in being unique and now all I want to feel like I fit in, I want to be a sheep because life feels easier when you just get by. I miss my friends so much. Everything feels like it’s been taken away relationships the entirely of my senior year. I hate waking up knowing it’s gonna be just like yesterday full of pain, maybe I want a girlfriend but I feel like every girl won’t see me as a boyfriend because I’m not a curly haired, nic addict. Idk maybe I just love. Thanks for letting em share ❤️
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2020.09.28 05:24 Shawbie9298 I’m Jealous of my girlfriends past

I’ll give some back story, i’m 20 years old and have only been in one relationship in the past. during the course of that relationship I was a victim to physical and mental abuse and was raped. i am still confused yet so disappointed in myself as to why i stayed in a 2 month relationship with this girl and also why i, a black belt in karate hadn’t defended myself in the situations i felt most vulnerable.
After i broke up with my ex, i never told anyone what happened, didn’t even want to face the fact that it had happened. i was dating a bloody physco! i never wanted to experience love again, he’ll i didn’t believe in it.
10 months ago i met the girl of my dreams. She’s 24, an occupational therapist and is the most beautiful girl i’ve ever seen, we have an amazing relationship and she loves me for who i am and treats me so well! She doesn’t treat me different because of my past relationship and she respects my boundaries, especially when we were first started dating.
3 months ago my girlfriend and i were talking about my past as it came into a random conversation, then we started talking about her past, she told me how when she first got into university she was lonely and just looking for company so she would go on tinder and talk to guys. She told me about some of the dates she went on, then she told me about let’s call him, John. John and my girlfriend grew a small relationship but never labeled it, it grew from study dates to her staying over at his house and then she told me that they started having sex, she would go over to his house and then just have sex, she told me she would have sex to relieve herself from stress with this guy almost daily for a few weeks. she explained that she caught feelings and wanted a relationship with him but he only wanted sex, she ended it with him because she knew she deserved more and she was worth more than just sex.
She has told me i am everything she has ever wanted in a relationship, she had never been in a serious relationship before and told me that i treat her in a way nobody has ever done. she explained that they wouldn’t kiss during sex it was only full on touch hungry kisses, there wouldn’t be any foreplay and that they would get straight into it and after they finished she would just go. She told me that i take my time and i’m careful about her boundaries, that when we have sex it’s special it’s to show we love each other, i take it slow and i ask if she’s okay, and on a more wholesome note i care about her i’m compassionate, i spoil her with the love that she deserves and i show her how much i love her through actions not just sex.
rationally this shouldn’t even bother me, i’m not one to hold someone’s past against them and make them feel guilty for what they have done, i’m not judgemental in the slightest, but i can’t help ignore the fact it doesn’t sit right, i’m sad to say i’m jealous i don’t know what i’m jealous of but every now and then i get this really insecure anxious feeling about it and will make up little scenarios about it. i don’t blame her for my thoughts and i don’t blame her for what she did in the past, i’m annoyed that i have to keep distracting myself from these thoughts of jealousy, and i feel guilty that i can’t get over these silly little thoughts, because i feel it’s selfish how i’m making her past a personal problem when logically i shouldn’t even worry about it.
i’m just hoping to get a little advice, maybe some reassurance. i just want to be able to go throughout my life without having those thoughts interrupt me. i’ve always been one to push away problems that affect me until they go away and i forget about them but this isn’t one of those things, writing this out has helped me but i could use some more help.
Thank you for reading
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2020.09.28 05:23 Nelpan1980 I want to respond so badly but I know it won't matter. Please help.

I have been halfway no contact for more than a month now. I don't communicate but I also haven't blocked her phone number. I don't want to talk to her. Mainly because I know the only conversation that will happen is that I will be berated. The last time I had any communication I was destroyed verbally with hateful texts to follow. Its been like this for over a month. Calls every so often with no voicemail or texts of any kind apologizing for her behavior. Nothing. And then I get this with a call I ignored and the following text:
"That was my last attempt to call because I've been trying to at least give you the courtesy of a conversation. I remember how frantic I felt when I would get these type of texts from you but I'm not using this as leverage. I'm letting you know this is my last message to you. No one affiliated with me lives at the address you sent mail to, so that grand gesture won't reach me. I've deleted my old snapchat and created a brand new one. I will not be blocking your phone number as I've seen you need to get things off your chest before. I'm just letting you know you won't hear back. I'm sorry it had to be like this but I want to move forward and I can't with this black cloud. I hope you find peace. Good luck."
I don't even know what to think. I'm so confused and I'm so angry right now. How does someone not see what they have done? How does someone not even make any attempt to apologize for the way they spoke to me? Verbally abusing me and gaslighting me. Telling me how much of a horrible person I am continuously. All her calls with no voicemail. No voicemail at all. Wouldn't you leave a voicemail for someone if you're genuinely wanting to talk? I want to tell her how wrong she is about everything and the way she's handling this. I'm on the verge of writing all the things that are wrong with her message and why she's wrong about everything but it really wont matter will it? If I respond, all its going to do is give here what she wants, a reaction. Am I in the wrong for not even responding to her? I want to to tell her that I love her and always will and good luck to her but that's not what she wants or even cares about right? I guess in the end I was hoping for some sort of apology but it's never going to happen is it. She's delusional isn't she? I'm at a complete loss and all I want to do is cry right now. Not because I want her or need her but I just wanted some sort of resolution. An understanding. I needed it and I never will have that and I feel broken and defeated.
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2020.09.28 05:22 littlerichard007 Looking for feedback on a short film.

Title: The Spirit God Gave Us Longline: Two devout church going black boys must decide between restricted love or the church. Genre: Drama
Hello!
I’m looking for someone to give notes on a 20 page short film. The more specific you can be with the notes that would be helpful. This has only seen the eyes of two people. I’m excited about the idea of a stranger reading. If you’re interested I would want your email to send the PDF and communicate through there. Thank you so much!
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2020.09.28 05:20 Hollap1no Hot Toys make me so happy to be a collector

I just wanted to get this off my chest.
I’ve always wanted to collect Star Wars stuff, but grew up getting laughed at in high school for it, so I pushed it away for a long time (I’m mid-30s now). So when I finally got some budget to really play around I started collecting Black Series, but I really felt like I was just collecting toys and I still had that sense of shame over displaying my stuff. I know I know, fuck what anyone else thinks right? But still, I had that high school experience just lodged in my head.
However, ever since I got into Hot Toys, my whole mindset changed. These things are absolute works of art. Getting a new figure, even as something as simple as my last acquisition of a Deluxe Han Solo, I just appreciate all the craftsmanship and work that goes into this. I find details on these outfits I never would have while watching the movies.
Now I own my own house, married to an amazing wife who encourages my hobby, and while I definitely can’t buy every single one that comes out I have a collection im really proud of, that I display like the works of art they are!
Another perk are the people I’ve met, for some reason the people across the Facebook groups, the sideshow groups and even here are always so damn supportive and encouraging of one another.
End of rant. I love collecting Hot Toys, and I love doing it with you all!
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2020.09.28 05:19 Hyloka Nigel

This is my 2018 Bonneville T120 Black. I've named it Nigel (no offense to any Nigels out there - it was the first British sounding name that came to mind when naming the bike and a reminder of a former boss who was really nice - I name my other vehicles too).
Nigel has 15k miles and I'm about to put another 3000 on the bike in about 8 days of travel (with some stopping to work remotely from Tucson, AZ and Boulder, CO - shelter in place/working remotely has its benefits).
It's perhaps not quite as comfortable to travel super long distances on a Triumph Bonneville and you definitely have to plan for gas in the middle of Nevada, where there's a stretch with no gas for 169 miles (I carry 2 1L bottles to tide me over), but I'm gradually adding a few things here or there to help make it easier.
Absolutely love this bike.
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2020.09.28 05:18 Superpegu Review of the Glizzies and Rice Recipe from an experienced Chef and Food Hobbyist

Hi y'all, wanted to give my two cents on the issue that broke chat, how to cook rice.
So recipe goes like this:
3-4 cups of Basmati Rice
Wash 3 times, drain and place into pot
Fill pot with water until water is 1 inch above rice
Bring to a boil, take out rice and toss water
Put in a Wubby Splash of water and a bit of oil (assuming 1 tbsp of water and oil)
Put rice back in and simmer on low heat, covered for 20 minutes.
Served with microwave glizzy, a desired amount of butter and season with salt.
In my experience in Culinary School and studies, the majority of my rice was cooked in a pot very similarly to Wubby. A difference between my recipe and his is I do not blanc and then strain. Instead I blanc then turn off the heat and let the residual heat evaporate and continue to cook the rice and let the remaining water absorb into it. Adding oil (aka fat) is totally fine and makes very yummy rice. A ton of cultures from Indian, French, Turkish, Mexican and Israeli historically have made rice with fats.
In the beginning we wash the rice. To answer 'why?', packaged rice is coated in additional starch that is responsible for gummy gross rice. Washing it removes the risk of getting that texture and also makes your rice very consistent in it's color and not cloudy. This is a culinary essential for making great rice.
A part of contention is why not use a rice cooker. So let's just think of why - 1. Rice cooker may overcook my rice 2. Some kinds of rice do not cook well in a rice cooker 3. My rice cooker is too small to make enough rice for my big ole family 4. I cannot afford a rice cooker.
So after those reasons we could say that a pot is great for making rice in a way that's controlled, adaptable, and affordable.
Why would you get a rice cooker then? 1. I don't want to watch my rice 2. I don't know how to make rice 3. I work at a restaurant with a large commercial rice cooker that feeds lots of people a day. 4. I am looking to make sticky rice for a specific recipe. 5. My mom got it as a wedding gift and I just thought that is the only way you make rice.
Rice cookers are consistent rice machines made for quick and convient rice. They make rice that is often very soft and starchy and that rice is perfectly ok! I like overcooked rice just as much as the next guy, but if I were to make a pork chop with rice, a rice that is more like an aldente pasta is what I would prefer.
People who cook rice in a rice cooker are very much in a minority. My family, friends, Polish and German cousins, Black mentors and Asian immigrant friends all cook rice in a pot. A Korean place I worked at in college cooked rice in a big copper kettle and it was fucking awesome. Rice cookers are great for their function, but as a cook I would only use it for that convenience and specific texture.
I also saw people saying pilaf in chat too.
Ok chat, you obviously don't know what a rice pilaf is.
In Wubbys recipe there is - 1. No stock 2. No shallot
Ofcourse there is fat, but as said above, it is not mutually exclusive to rice pilaf.
If I came over to Wubbys house, I would gladly eat his rice. He clearly has an experienced technique and LIKES what he cooks and that is the bottom line. If it were Wubby asking for a BETTER way of cooking rice then suggesting him a rice cooker or doing rice pilaf or literally anything else would be fine, but when you are ignorantly suggesting him this when he clearly loves his rice is extremely dumb.
Let the man love his fucking rice.
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2020.09.28 05:18 _unchartednate Do you think LEGO will revive the Pirates theme?

I really like ships from LEGO and I have noticed that most, if not, all the ships LEGO has made have increased dramatically in price on the secondary market. For example, the Black Pearl and Queen Anne’s Revenge from Pirates of the Caribbean are worth $650 or more, new in the box.
I really thought the 2009 revival of Pirates was great (that Imperial Flagship was impeccable) and would love to see Pirates sets having a great amount of detail at a good price. The 2015 revival was really disappointing, so I hope that LEGO can do better with Pirates sets in the future.
I know that there are two Pirates sets technically out already (the Creator 3-in-1 Pirate Ship, which is awesome, and the Pirates of Barracuda Bay, which is again, awesome) but I would love another Imperial Flagship or Port set. What do you all think?
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2020.09.28 05:15 Straight_Positivity 23 [M4F] East Coast/PA - Young but looking for long term! [Relationship] [Friendship]

Hi fellow Redditors! 2020 isn't the worst year of my life yet. I will find the one!
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Feel free to PM me! Hope to hear from you soon.
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2020.09.28 05:13 forensichotmess Mechanic told me the transmission fluid in my 2017 Mazda 3 Sport needed to be changed. Internet search shows newer Mazda’s with Skyactive Tech should almost never need their transmission fluid changed. Thoughts?

Got my car in for an oil change a little shy of 40,000 miles on my 2017 Mazda. Get a call from the mechanic saying they checked my transmission fluid and that it was “almost black” in color and needed to be changed. Quotes me over $400 to do it. A quick internet search shows skyactive tech on newer Mazda’s means the transmission fluid should be good to go for a long time. The mechanic said they recommended “transmission fluid changes” every 40,000-50,000 miles on cars, not based on that particular car’s maintenance schedule. I declined the service because it seemed unnecessary.
Anyone have any particular thoughts on this? I love my car, so I want to take care of it best I can. I guess the one thing that is concerning is I do live a very hot state (months of over 100+) and my car does tend to sit outside quite a bit. Not sure if that makes a difference. Some help would be appreciated!
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2020.09.28 05:08 Jjustingraham War Bride (Part Six)

I heard from Agent Smith.
I'm going to see him tonight, and I'll catch you up soon; for now, I'll continue with Lil's words.
***
I don't know how long I slept, I only knew that when I'd woken up enough times to remember where I was, I was on a truck.
A rough blanket lined the floor where I lay, and I was tied down to the seats. I freaked out and tried to move, before a hand rested on my chest.
A woman I didn't recognize, eyes shining like prehistoric eggs against sun blackened skin, gently tapped me and shook her finger, then began to untie the ropes. I realized they'd tied me down so I wouldn't roll as the truck moved. The others watched me like ghosts, eyes suspended in the dark.
The sky looked like it had died; filled with ash from great columns of flame and black smoke, the sunlight diffusing through painted the landscape in a feeble yellow and orange and green. I didn't know where we were.
The truck was filled with the same women and children and thin, ailing men. All prisoners.
It felt as though we drove for days, it might have been weeks, it might have been hours. People vomited and urinated where we sat. When we did stop for breaks, the same people were forced to scrub the seats and floors of the truck before we continued.
We arrived at [REDACTED] sometime in [REDACTED]. It was the same setup as before - a landscape swathed in carnage - a nondescript apartment building, multiple families jammed into a single space.
The room I was in didn't have an exterior wall, so every shift of the wind was amplified to a shrieking whistle, and the floor felt alternated between ice and hot coals. I didn't get a bed this time, just a spot on the floor and a thin bag with whatever possessions I had and time. I was left to rot.
I didn't need anyone to tell me that my stomach was empty. I layed there, developing bedsores, the corners of bones pressing against my skin, relief and grief pooling together in my mind.
The snow began to pile up on the ground as temperatures plummeted even during the day. We were moved to another room after one woman, two days after being mauled by several fighters while I lay less than fifteen feet away, just didn't wake up in the morning. I was told she froze to death.
The new room was even smaller and even more cramped, people sleeping two or three to a bed roll. A doctor had been to see me a few times, I think he was a POW too, a Syrian, and spoke enough English to teach me a little bit of Arabic. He told me his name was Ismail. He talked. About his wife, his children, the life he’d had “before.” It had been good.
“I had a life that was meaningful. You learn to live in fear, because war here, it never ends. Whether your enemies are from another country, or at home, you never know. So you know how to suffer, but you learn as well. You learn to endure. You learn to find meaning in life, as God had intended you to find it. You see beauty in life even when it may not be obvious, but with His Grace, you find it.”
When he found out I had lost the baby he folded his hands on top of my stomach and said " From Allah we are born, and to Allah we return," and prayed with me.
I hadn't needed anyone to tell me that my stomach was empty. It just was, a simple fact that didn't alter anything else in any way. My bones, thinner and sharper, pressed into my skin at crazy angles, distracting me from the pain of absence. I didn't want to be a mom, I didn't want to bring a child into this situation. I didn't want his child. But it ached just the same. I don’t think praying helped me, in a spiritual way. I’d never been religious - not as a kid when Mom and Dad made my sister and I go to Church and Sunday school - but it did feel good to think of things hopefully. To have some kind of hope.
The next time I saw Youssef, it was clear that something had changed. It’s hard to explain it, since I’d seen so many sides of his personality in such a short time - kind and loving, cold and distant, violent and spiteful, filled with anger and hatred, filled with fear. I hadn’t seen him since the miscarriage - before we left [REDACTED], at least, I think it was [REDACTED]. I didn’t recognize him when he stepped into my room, pulled me up, and dragged me to the hospital. He didn’t speak - I wondered if he had even recognized who I was. His face was covered in heavy scarring, the skin thicker than I remembered, beard growing crazilly, the hair poking between folds and scabs like reeds hiding behind stones.
I couldn’t walk well. My hips felt like a wreck and my stomach didn’t support my back. I hadn’t gotten much exercise to help me recover, so he basically hauled me bodily towards one of their trucks, several fighters seated in the open back. He lifted me up and some of them grabbed me with careless hands and pulled me on as if I were a small girl. Their faces, all of them, were grim carvings in blocks of wood. Youssef hopped on the back as somewhere the Adhan played in the distance. One of them hit the back of the truck and the driver pulled away.
Youssef looked out into the rapidly dying sunlight, his face almost exaggeratedly turned away from me, like it hurt him to look at me. I looked from him to his gun, that was wedged between our legs, and looked at the others. I remember Dad teaching us how to shoot when we were younger, but I couldn’t make heads or tails of how the guns worked. I fantasized about grabbing one and emptying it into all of them, then jumping into the darkness and running away, but like daydreams do, the thought just subsided.
We arrived at the hospital camp and Youssef hopped down, then grabbed me from one of the men before slinging his gun across his back. It was so jarring, knowing him as he was, he looked like a little boy playing Rambo. Knowing who he was now, I just loathed him.
The hospital was in the remains of an older one - I could see MSF signs riddled with bullets and smudged with fire - Doctors Without Borders. There were gaping holes in the sides of the building and it looked like the roof had caved in. My legs began to shake - the whole thing could come down at any moment. He pulled me inside.
The smell hit immediately - bodily waste and the metallic sting of blood. When you’re around enough of it, it coats your throat and your nostrils and your mouth with that oily film - you can’t ever bathe enough to get it out. The hospital looked like it had been taken floor by floor - gore and peeling paint flecked every surface.
We entered a courtyard that looked like it had been knocked out of the center of the building, merging it into a smaller courtyard that had originally been built in. I looked up and could hardly see the sky through the clouds of flies. It was nauseating, but Youssef continued to pull me along, until he finally could show me what he wanted me to see.
It was Ismail. A noose ran tight around his neck, his face bloated, eyes and tongue popping out, swinging gently in the breeze. Youssef pointed at him with disdain.
“Do not forget, you are a married woman.”
\***
I was put to work as a nurse, answering to some of the other Doctors, who were also POWs. One was an American, I think, his skin was so blotchy and red, his grey hair falling out in clumps, eyes wild with exhaustion. I didn’t speak to him. He must have been there for a long time because he spoke Arabic fluently, and directed everything with this wiry energy.
I spoke to almost no one besides taking orders. The prioritized were the fighters injured in fighting or training exercises. If we had medicine, they were the ones who got it. If we were running short on water, they were the ones who got it. There weren’t many POWs, I think, because they never made it to hospitals. I worked there every day. At night, Youssef would try to take me.
By this point, I just let him, because I didn’t care. It was macabre, how we had shared this trauma and never spoke about it. Never even acknowledged it. I knew he was trying to get me pregnant again, because it didn’t look like he enjoyed what he was doing, not like before, when he seemed to take pleasure in hurting me. Now, it was automatic, it reminded me of The Handmaid’s Tale, which we had to read in highschool. I laughed at how the sex in that book was so weirdly portrayed. Sex with Youssef before had been this powerful, emotional connection that felt amazing. Now we were just two strangers slamming into each other.
The bigger issue for him was that...I don’t think he could actually do it anymore. He couldn't get hard, it frustrated him, and he got even more out of it. When he was hard enough to put it in, he couldn't finish. After a while he developed this bizzarre routine - he would chant, trying to psych himself up, sometimes, I'm not sure, pray? Hit himself, yell, call out other women's names, but nothing seemed to work.
Eventually his anger towards me came back. He belittled me, cursed me out. Told me I was useless, a lousy lay, a waste. He got more aggressive, trying to hurt me, but none of it really mattered. In a perverse way, I began to look forward to it. I had nothing, no agency, no control. But I could control what I gave him. And I gave him absolutely nothing.
That night he was high, I think he figured that would help. It did, because he was hard, but I refused to acknowledge him, refused to let my body react in pain or pleasure. I was determined, even when he ripped my hijab off and grabbed fistfuls of my hair and pulled my head towards his, reeking of sweat and piss.
"Your sister was a better fuck."
My mind went blank. I hardly spoke, so when I did, my jaw groaned and my tongue felt swollen and sweaty.
"What?"
He continued, digging his fingers into my throat.
"Melanie was a better screw. We had to put a pillow over her face so you wouldn't hear her squeal."
"You're a liar."
He giggled.
"We used to fuck whenever you were at class late, whenever you slept in on weekends, whenever her stupid boyfriend was out of the house. I would make her scream…"
My mind faded as he kept on. He was lying. How couldn't he be? He was saying it to psych himself up, to make himself feel like a man. He wasn't a man. He was a fucking liar.
His body shook and grunted - an ugly, throaty sound - as he came.
\***
I didn't get pregnant again right away. But bragging about his affair with Mel seemed to reinvigorate him. He began to take other slaves, and relayed to me how much better they were than I was. I don't know if any of them gave him a child, if they did he didn't say, but it seemed to become an obsession for him. To knock me up again. To make me give him a child.
Spring came, then summer decayed into fall, then the war came back, and that's when everything changed.
It was gradual, at first. There was a buildup in the number of fighters and their families. From the apartment, the other slaves and I could see columns of jeeps and trucks and vans headed towards the city center, where I knew they stored most of the weaponry and some of the higher value POWs, like the doctors, or people they wanted to ransom.
Soon, the apartments began to get way too crowded, so a lot of the women, including me, were relocated to the cliffs. Caves were carved out of the rock overlooking the sea. It startled me, momentarily, to think of their being a body of water this big that the town overlooked. The endless flat, baked land eventually becomes fixed in your mind's eye and it's hard to see past that perception. It was beautiful and serene in a way I don't remember having ever experienced. I'd never left Minnesota growing up, had never been traveling before, so to see that was a shock to my system.
The caves themselves had clearly been wired for people to live in for a long time. The fighters who relocated us and were stationed there had cellphone signals and WiFi, but those caves were off limits to us. I was hidden away in a larger cave filled with no less than thirty women and children - there was, basically, no personal or private room. And when the kids were taken away for their mandatory education every morning, a curtain of silence draped over everyone. Nobody talked, nobody emoted. We were always under their eye. I almost looked forward to going to the hospital to work. The only upside is that I rarely saw Youssef then.
The explosions rocked us out of our sleep one night. They were distant, the city was maybe five or ten miles away from us, so I figured that's what the bombers were targeting. The guards wouldn't let us out of the cave to see, but you could see how the inky, utterly black night sky lit up as though a giant phosphorescent lamp turned on. I felt like a deer in awe of headlights right before the car slammed into it.
The hospital volunteers were roused and picked up that night, including myself. As always, we were herded onto one of those small, windowless vans that became suffocatingly hot with everyone in close quarters. When we arrived, the hospital was alive with shrieks and moans and cries. Several buildings I remembered from before no longer existed, and the roads were choked with rubble, so the driver had to take a different route to get there. I didn't have much time to think on that - as soon as we got off we were herded into the main courtyard and put to work. Washing the blood off stumps, bandaging, restraining victims.
One wing was dedicated to the dead. In their tradition, the bodies are ceremonially washed before burial, allowing the family to say goodbye. What struck me, as much as anything, was how many fighters were kids, younger than I was before I got here. I wondered if they had any family - living or dead - who would want to be here, preparing them for the grave.
I was tasked with filling water basins and heating them over campfire stoves so that other fighters acting as attendants could clean the bodies. It was such a dissonant feeling - seeing these guys constantly acting macho and aggressive and violent treating their fallen with such morbid intimacy. I didn't know how to process that.
There was a steady stream of wounded and dead filling into the hospital throughout the night. I don't know how many times I made the trip to get water from the sump pit in the basement, but after a while the fighter watching me vanished, I think, to be of more use somewhere else. I only noticed his absence after carrying another basin up another flight of steps. My back was screaming, my knobby knees swollen and shaking, I had to stop to catch my breath, when I realized he wasn't at the top of the stairs, waiting for me.
He must have been called away for something, and clearly didn't care enough about me to keep watch. Having lost so much weight had hollowed out my face and flattened my body, and I had noticed that the men rarely looked at me with any interest anymore. Maybe that new won anonymity gave me this chance.
I knew they would notice if I didn't show up with the fresh basin, so I hoisted it up as I had been, and delivered it to the men washing the bodies, soapy bloodied water sinking into my socks. I gave a small nod and went back towards the basement. None of them looked my way.
The guard still wasn't there.
There was no way out of the basement. It was a hole. The only way out of the building that I knew was the way I came in, and if I went that way I'd be walking into the command station; there had to be another way out.
I briskly walked past the stairs headed to the basement down the darkened corridor ahead. There was no electricity, so all the electric and kerosene lamps were collected in the courtyard to light the work during the night. The corridor ahead was dark, a yawning throat. I lost my sense of sight in the black and had to feel along the cement walls as they snaked, terrified I would end up back where I started.
My heart started hammering when I heard voices up ahead in Arabic, and I stopped. There were two - a man and a woman. One of them was wracked with pain and fear. I was terrified, it must have been a fighter abusing one of the slaves. I had to help her - I couldn't let him ruin her. But if I tried to help, I would surely be executed, even if I weren't executed for wandering off. I wasn't pregnant now, there was no way anyone would advocate for my life. I inched forward, trying to hear them better -
"Please help me, I can't. It's too much, the pain. I cannot take it anymore."
That voice was male, and it sounded familiar.
"What do you have, to give?"
The second voice sounded like slimy, wet, like a fork being dragged through mud. I felt lightheaded and my ears started to itch, I held the wall with one hand and scratched my ears with the other. I could feel my heartbeat in my fingertips…
"By Allah, I will do anything."
There was a long silence as the man began to weep. The voices had to be close, they felt like they were just around the corner.
"I do not see anything worth giving. But yet…"
My neck and face began to grow cold as every hair on my body stood up. I could feel the wisps of air I breathed out crystallizing like a winter morning, the heat of that briefly warming my skin.
"A life, for a life."
"What?"
"Your soul is corrupted. It is sick, black, abominable. It is nothing to gift. Yet, your life, that is very precious. And it is all that I would want."
I slowly poked my head around the corner and saw two shadowy figures standing in the low depression of an Exit. Fuck. It was the only way out.
Everything felt cold. The walls glinted with frost even in the absence of light, no, there was some, something green and faint.
I slipped back around the corner. There was nowhere to go. If the figures came back this way, they would see me. They would have to exit if I had any chance of leaving myself.
And the cold...it was intolerable. I shoved my hand into my mouth to stop my teeth from chattering and giving me away.
"What do you say?"
The voice sounded like a low shriek in my head; I almost jumped, I swear it sounded as if it came from right next to me. I could taste my blood in my mouth.
"Please, Mother, forgive me."
For a moment it felt as if all the sound in the world had been sucked out of it, and then a low wailing scream, muffled by a hand, and an awful tearing sound, like a bear tearing into an elk.
The scream roared in my head and I dropped to my knees, pressing my bloodied hand over my ear, closing my eyes, it felt like my brain was going to explode.
The pressure abated suddenly, and there was no noise. The temperature started to creep up, my breath didn't fog up anymore. I stared at my hands, and felt something running from my nose. Snot and blood.
Then the sound. A wet crunch and slurp, echoing around me. Standing up, I could see the cold green light glimmering still on the walls, even as the frost melted, and the illumination died.
What the fuck happened?
I learned around the corner.
It was her.
She was standing there, over the man who had been guarding me. His body looked desiccated, as if he had been dead a thousand years, his tongue lolled limply as he stared back towards me from his back. His chest had been split open, and she was standing there hungrily, pulling out his innards and smearing them over her face. Not even eating them. Bathing in them. Her eyes were alive with a green fire.
She looked at me.
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2020.09.28 05:07 Jjustingraham War Bride (Part Six)

I heard from Agent Smith.
I'm going to see him tonight, and I'll catch you up soon; for now, I'll continue with Lil's words.
***
I don't know how long I slept, I only knew that when I'd woken up enough times to remember where I was, I was on a truck.
A rough blanket lined the floor where I lay, and I was tied down to the seats. I freaked out and tried to move, before a hand rested on my chest.
A woman I didn't recognize, eyes shining like prehistoric eggs against sun blackened skin, gently tapped me and shook her finger, then began to untie the ropes. I realized they'd tied me down so I wouldn't roll as the truck moved. The others watched me like ghosts, eyes suspended in the dark.
The sky looked like it had died; filled with ash from great columns of flame and black smoke, the sunlight diffusing through painted the landscape in a feeble yellow and orange and green. I didn't know where we were.
The truck was filled with the same women and children and thin, ailing men. All prisoners.
It felt as though we drove for days, it might have been weeks, it might have been hours. People vomited and urinated where we sat. When we did stop for breaks, the same people were forced to scrub the seats and floors of the truck before we continued.
We arrived at [REDACTED] sometime in [REDACTED]. It was the same setup as before - a landscape swathed in carnage - a nondescript apartment building, multiple families jammed into a single space.
The room I was in didn't have an exterior wall, so every shift of the wind was amplified to a shrieking whistle, and the floor felt alternated between ice and hot coals. I didn't get a bed this time, just a spot on the floor and a thin bag with whatever possessions I had and time. I was left to rot.
I didn't need anyone to tell me that my stomach was empty. I layed there, developing bedsores, the corners of bones pressing against my skin, relief and grief pooling together in my mind.
The snow began to pile up on the ground as temperatures plummeted even during the day. We were moved to another room after one woman, two days after being mauled by several fighters while I lay less than fifteen feet away, just didn't wake up in the morning. I was told she froze to death.
The new room was even smaller and even more cramped, people sleeping two or three to a bed roll. A doctor had been to see me a few times, I think he was a POW too, a Syrian, and spoke enough English to teach me a little bit of Arabic. He told me his name was Ismail. He talked. About his wife, his children, the life he’d had “before.” It had been good.
“I had a life that was meaningful. You learn to live in fear, because war here, it never ends. Whether your enemies are from another country, or at home, you never know. So you know how to suffer, but you learn as well. You learn to endure. You learn to find meaning in life, as God had intended you to find it. You see beauty in life even when it may not be obvious, but with His Grace, you find it.”
When he found out I had lost the baby he folded his hands on top of my stomach and said " From Allah we are born, and to Allah we return," and prayed with me.
I hadn't needed anyone to tell me that my stomach was empty. It just was, a simple fact that didn't alter anything else in any way. My bones, thinner and sharper, pressed into my skin at crazy angles, distracting me from the pain of absence. I didn't want to be a mom, I didn't want to bring a child into this situation. I didn't want his child. But it ached just the same. I don’t think praying helped me, in a spiritual way. I’d never been religious - not as a kid when Mom and Dad made my sister and I go to Church and Sunday school - but it did feel good to think of things hopefully. To have some kind of hope.
The next time I saw Youssef, it was clear that something had changed. It’s hard to explain it, since I’d seen so many sides of his personality in such a short time - kind and loving, cold and distant, violent and spiteful, filled with anger and hatred, filled with fear. I hadn’t seen him since the miscarriage - before we left [REDACTED], at least, I think it was [REDACTED]. I didn’t recognize him when he stepped into my room, pulled me up, and dragged me to the hospital. He didn’t speak - I wondered if he had even recognized who I was. His face was covered in heavy scarring, the skin thicker than I remembered, beard growing crazilly, the hair poking between folds and scabs like reeds hiding behind stones.
I couldn’t walk well. My hips felt like a wreck and my stomach didn’t support my back. I hadn’t gotten much exercise to help me recover, so he basically hauled me bodily towards one of their trucks, several fighters seated in the open back. He lifted me up and some of them grabbed me with careless hands and pulled me on as if I were a small girl. Their faces, all of them, were grim carvings in blocks of wood. Youssef hopped on the back as somewhere the Adhan played in the distance. One of them hit the back of the truck and the driver pulled away.
Youssef looked out into the rapidly dying sunlight, his face almost exaggeratedly turned away from me, like it hurt him to look at me. I looked from him to his gun, that was wedged between our legs, and looked at the others. I remember Dad teaching us how to shoot when we were younger, but I couldn’t make heads or tails of how the guns worked. I fantasized about grabbing one and emptying it into all of them, then jumping into the darkness and running away, but like daydreams do, the thought just subsided.
We arrived at the hospital camp and Youssef hopped down, then grabbed me from one of the men before slinging his gun across his back. It was so jarring, knowing him as he was, he looked like a little boy playing Rambo. Knowing who he was now, I just loathed him.
The hospital was in the remains of an older one - I could see MSF signs riddled with bullets and smudged with fire - Doctors Without Borders. There were gaping holes in the sides of the building and it looked like the roof had caved in. My legs began to shake - the whole thing could come down at any moment. He pulled me inside.
The smell hit immediately - bodily waste and the metallic sting of blood. When you’re around enough of it, it coats your throat and your nostrils and your mouth with that oily film - you can’t ever bathe enough to get it out. The hospital looked like it had been taken floor by floor - gore and peeling paint flecked every surface.
We entered a courtyard that looked like it had been knocked out of the center of the building, merging it into a smaller courtyard that had originally been built in. I looked up and could hardly see the sky through the clouds of flies. It was nauseating, but Youssef continued to pull me along, until he finally could show me what he wanted me to see.
It was Ismail. A noose ran tight around his neck, his face bloated, eyes and tongue popping out, swinging gently in the breeze. Youssef pointed at him with disdain.
“Do not forget, you are a married woman.”
\***
I was put to work as a nurse, answering to some of the other Doctors, who were also POWs. One was an American, I think, his skin was so blotchy and red, his grey hair falling out in clumps, eyes wild with exhaustion. I didn’t speak to him. He must have been there for a long time because he spoke Arabic fluently, and directed everything with this wiry energy.
I spoke to almost no one besides taking orders. The prioritized were the fighters injured in fighting or training exercises. If we had medicine, they were the ones who got it. If we were running short on water, they were the ones who got it. There weren’t many POWs, I think, because they never made it to hospitals. I worked there every day. At night, Youssef would try to take me.
By this point, I just let him, because I didn’t care. It was macabre, how we had shared this trauma and never spoke about it. Never even acknowledged it. I knew he was trying to get me pregnant again, because it didn’t look like he enjoyed what he was doing, not like before, when he seemed to take pleasure in hurting me. Now, it was automatic, it reminded me of The Handmaid’s Tale, which we had to read in highschool. I laughed at how the sex in that book was so weirdly portrayed. Sex with Youssef before had been this powerful, emotional connection that felt amazing. Now we were just two strangers slamming into each other.
The bigger issue for him was that...I don’t think he could actually do it anymore. He couldn't get hard, it frustrated him, and he got even more out of it. When he was hard enough to put it in, he couldn't finish. After a while he developed this bizzarre routine - he would chant, trying to psych himself up, sometimes, I'm not sure, pray? Hit himself, yell, call out other women's names, but nothing seemed to work.
Eventually his anger towards me came back. He belittled me, cursed me out. Told me I was useless, a lousy lay, a waste. He got more aggressive, trying to hurt me, but none of it really mattered. In a perverse way, I began to look forward to it. I had nothing, no agency, no control. But I could control what I gave him. And I gave him absolutely nothing.
That night he was high, I think he figured that would help. It did, because he was hard, but I refused to acknowledge him, refused to let my body react in pain or pleasure. I was determined, even when he ripped my hijab off and grabbed fistfuls of my hair and pulled my head towards his, reeking of sweat and piss.
"Your sister was a better fuck."
My mind went blank. I hardly spoke, so when I did, my jaw groaned and my tongue felt swollen and sweaty.
"What?"
He continued, digging his fingers into my throat.
"Melanie was a better screw. We had to put a pillow over her face so you wouldn't hear her squeal."
"You're a liar."
He giggled.
"We used to fuck whenever you were at class late, whenever you slept in on weekends, whenever her stupid boyfriend was out of the house. I would make her scream…"
My mind faded as he kept on. He was lying. How couldn't he be? He was saying it to psych himself up, to make himself feel like a man. He wasn't a man. He was a fucking liar.
His body shook and grunted - an ugly, throaty sound - as he came.
\***
I didn't get pregnant again right away. But bragging about his affair with Mel seemed to reinvigorate him. He began to take other slaves, and relayed to me how much better they were than I was. I don't know if any of them gave him a child, if they did he didn't say, but it seemed to become an obsession for him. To knock me up again. To make me give him a child.
Spring came, then summer decayed into fall, then the war came back, and that's when everything changed.
It was gradual, at first. There was a buildup in the number of fighters and their families. From the apartment, the other slaves and I could see columns of jeeps and trucks and vans headed towards the city center, where I knew they stored most of the weaponry and some of the higher value POWs, like the doctors, or people they wanted to ransom.
Soon, the apartments began to get way too crowded, so a lot of the women, including me, were relocated to the cliffs. Caves were carved out of the rock overlooking the sea. It startled me, momentarily, to think of their being a body of water this big that the town overlooked. The endless flat, baked land eventually becomes fixed in your mind's eye and it's hard to see past that perception. It was beautiful and serene in a way I don't remember having ever experienced. I'd never left Minnesota growing up, had never been traveling before, so to see that was a shock to my system.
The caves themselves had clearly been wired for people to live in for a long time. The fighters who relocated us and were stationed there had cellphone signals and WiFi, but those caves were off limits to us. I was hidden away in a larger cave filled with no less than thirty women and children - there was, basically, no personal or private room. And when the kids were taken away for their mandatory education every morning, a curtain of silence draped over everyone. Nobody talked, nobody emoted. We were always under their eye. I almost looked forward to going to the hospital to work. The only upside is that I rarely saw Youssef then.
The explosions rocked us out of our sleep one night. They were distant, the city was maybe five or ten miles away from us, so I figured that's what the bombers were targeting. The guards wouldn't let us out of the cave to see, but you could see how the inky, utterly black night sky lit up as though a giant phosphorescent lamp turned on. I felt like a deer in awe of headlights right before the car slammed into it.
The hospital volunteers were roused and picked up that night, including myself. As always, we were herded onto one of those small, windowless vans that became suffocatingly hot with everyone in close quarters. When we arrived, the hospital was alive with shrieks and moans and cries. Several buildings I remembered from before no longer existed, and the roads were choked with rubble, so the driver had to take a different route to get there. I didn't have much time to think on that - as soon as we got off we were herded into the main courtyard and put to work. Washing the blood off stumps, bandaging, restraining victims.
One wing was dedicated to the dead. In their tradition, the bodies are ceremonially washed before burial, allowing the family to say goodbye. What struck me, as much as anything, was how many fighters were kids, younger than I was before I got here. I wondered if they had any family - living or dead - who would want to be here, preparing them for the grave.
I was tasked with filling water basins and heating them over campfire stoves so that other fighters acting as attendants could clean the bodies. It was such a dissonant feeling - seeing these guys constantly acting macho and aggressive and violent treating their fallen with such morbid intimacy. I didn't know how to process that.
There was a steady stream of wounded and dead filling into the hospital throughout the night. I don't know how many times I made the trip to get water from the sump pit in the basement, but after a while the fighter watching me vanished, I think, to be of more use somewhere else. I only noticed his absence after carrying another basin up another flight of steps. My back was screaming, my knobby knees swollen and shaking, I had to stop to catch my breath, when I realized he wasn't at the top of the stairs, waiting for me.
He must have been called away for something, and clearly didn't care enough about me to keep watch. Having lost so much weight had hollowed out my face and flattened my body, and I had noticed that the men rarely looked at me with any interest anymore. Maybe that new won anonymity gave me this chance.
I knew they would notice if I didn't show up with the fresh basin, so I hoisted it up as I had been, and delivered it to the men washing the bodies, soapy bloodied water sinking into my socks. I gave a small nod and went back towards the basement. None of them looked my way.
The guard still wasn't there.
There was no way out of the basement. It was a hole. The only way out of the building that I knew was the way I came in, and if I went that way I'd be walking into the command station; there had to be another way out.
I briskly walked past the stairs headed to the basement down the darkened corridor ahead. There was no electricity, so all the electric and kerosene lamps were collected in the courtyard to light the work during the night. The corridor ahead was dark, a yawning throat. I lost my sense of sight in the black and had to feel along the cement walls as they snaked, terrified I would end up back where I started.
My heart started hammering when I heard voices up ahead in Arabic, and I stopped. There were two - a man and a woman. One of them was wracked with pain and fear. I was terrified, it must have been a fighter abusing one of the slaves. I had to help her - I couldn't let him ruin her. But if I tried to help, I would surely be executed, even if I weren't executed for wandering off. I wasn't pregnant now, there was no way anyone would advocate for my life. I inched forward, trying to hear them better -
"Please help me, I can't. It's too much, the pain. I cannot take it anymore."
That voice was male, and it sounded familiar.
"What do you have, to give?"
The second voice sounded like slimy, wet, like a fork being dragged through mud. I felt lightheaded and my ears started to itch, I held the wall with one hand and scratched my ears with the other. I could feel my heartbeat in my fingertips…
"By Allah, I will do anything."
There was a long silence as the man began to weep. The voices had to be close, they felt like they were just around the corner.
"I do not see anything worth giving. But yet…"
My neck and face began to grow cold as every hair on my body stood up. I could feel the wisps of air I breathed out crystallizing like a winter morning, the heat of that briefly warming my skin.
"A life, for a life."
"What?"
"Your soul is corrupted. It is sick, black, abominable. It is nothing to gift. Yet, your life, that is very precious. And it is all that I would want."
I slowly poked my head around the corner and saw two shadowy figures standing in the low depression of an Exit. Fuck. It was the only way out.
Everything felt cold. The walls glinted with frost even in the absence of light, no, there was some, something green and faint.
I slipped back around the corner. There was nowhere to go. If the figures came back this way, they would see me. They would have to exit if I had any chance of leaving myself.
And the cold...it was intolerable. I shoved my hand into my mouth to stop my teeth from chattering and giving me away.
"What do you say?"
The voice sounded like a low shriek in my head; I almost jumped, I swear it sounded as if it came from right next to me. I could taste my blood in my mouth.
"Please, Mother, forgive me."
For a moment it felt as if all the sound in the world had been sucked out of it, and then a low wailing scream, muffled by a hand, and an awful tearing sound, like a bear tearing into an elk.
The scream roared in my head and I dropped to my knees, pressing my bloodied hand over my ear, closing my eyes, it felt like my brain was going to explode.
The pressure abated suddenly, and there was no noise. The temperature started to creep up, my breath didn't fog up anymore. I stared at my hands, and felt something running from my nose. Snot and blood.
Then the sound. A wet crunch and slurp, echoing around me. Standing up, I could see the cold green light glimmering still on the walls, even as the frost melted, and the illumination died.
What the fuck happened?
I learned around the corner.
It was her.
She was standing there, over the man who had been guarding me. His body looked desiccated, as if he had been dead a thousand years, his tongue lolled limply as he stared back towards me from his back. His chest had been split open, and she was standing there hungrily, pulling out his innards and smearing them over her face. Not even eating them. Bathing in them. Her eyes were alive with a green fire.
She looked at me.
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2020.09.28 05:02 Nishishit BabyBat here looking for advice since I’m very new to being goth

Alright so I’m very new to dressing goth, I don’t know what type of goth I am/want to be yet, and I just need some general advice. Most of wardrobe consists of graphic tees right now but thankfully a good majority are black, I don’t have a lot of eccentric or fun clothes though and I’ve been trying to find some good sites to shop on for my clothing. I have a hyper fixation toward researching vampires from other cultures like Moroi, Jiangshi, Vrykolakas, Obayifo, Asasabonsam, etc. and I’d really like to incorporate different mythologies into my wardrobe without appropriating the cultures they come from if that makes sense. I also really love bats, I’ve been buying up a lot of bat themed stuff because I just love them to death. I’m dyeing my hair soon too, but even so I just feel so lost trying to figure out what to do? I’m not sure if I just need to ease myself in or if I should just dive head first, I’ve never even done make up before so that’s also a big hurdle for me, honestly I’m looking for any advice I can get, whether that be websites for accessories or clothes, tips on makeup, ways to be confident in my appearance, any help will do! I’m sorry if I rambled a lot but I’m just so excited to get into all this.
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2020.09.28 04:58 not_neccesarily I don't remember writing in my dream journal, then why is it filled out in my own handwriting?

A week ago I discovered the concept of lucid dreaming. I immediately loved it and started to dig into the internet on guides of how to do it. I watched hours worth of youtube videos. I scrolled through luciddreaming. I set myself alarms to try to wake myself up at the start of my REM periods and I tried all sorts of techniques. Nothing worked. Then I came across some posts mentioning the importance of a dream journal and I decided to give it a shot.
After a short trip to Officeworks I had a small A5 exercise book all ready to record my dreams in. I set it on my bedside table complete with a sharpened new pencil. I was adamant on having a lucid dream.
A few days pass and I barely remember my dreams. Each entry in my diary is under a paragraph. One day I even left blank because I couldn’t remember anything. I stopped writing the dream journal all together and just continued on with my life.
Today, however, something different happened. I woke up to my dream journal filled out in my handwriting. A whole page was written out for the day. My initial reaction was confusion as I didn’t remember writing any entry. Then it was curiosity. What could I have written in my sleep? I picked up the journal and started reading it.
I woke up drowning. I wasn’t drowning, I was floating in water. I tried to get up and banged my head on something. It was glass. I’m stuck inside a glass pod filled with water. The water tastes weird.
I push the glass pod and it opens. I step out in a little room that is filled with these pods. They aren’t fully glass. Only the lids are made of glass. The rest looks like shiny metal. All the other people in the pods are dead? No, they’re sleeping. I have woken up.
I walk out of the room into a long hallway. At this moment I realise that I am wearing nothing. I go back to the room and find some sort of gown next to my pod. I wear it. I walk down the hallway
It's empty. The hallway is pristine white all round. You can’t tell the difference between the floor and the roof. I walk and walk for what feels like days. At regular intervals on either side, there is a door to more and more pod rooms. Some rooms are empty, some half full and some full.
I continue walking until an alarm sounds.
“Subject 1569420 is untethered”
A man rushed towards me suddenly appearing out of nowhere he threw something and my vision fades to black.
My first thought was ‘that was a crazy dream’. Then I was amazed at how I managed to write such a narrative in my sleep. Something felt wrong. This wasn’t my usual dream and I knew it. It was unsettling how I didn’t remember writing any of this. Did I have a carbon monoxide leak in my house?
I turned over the page of my dream journal and found this message written in my rushed crazy handwriting:
You are not awake. Do not forget.
I could recognise it as my handwriting but it was written as if I had to write it while running away from the monster in the closet. You get what I mean it was rushed. Anyways I set it all off and got ready for school. I looked outside and it was a bright sunny day. I had a science test today so I wasn’t gonna let this get to my head.
Upon walking downstairs, I noticed 2 things
A: My parents were not downstairs making breakfast like they would do on a usual weekday
B: it was pitch black outside.
I checked my watch and surely it was 3am. Moreover it wasn’t Friday, it was Saturday. I don’t know what I was more worried about, that I either somehow slept a whole day and missed my science test or something was seriously wrong with my memory. I clearly remember it being 7am when I woke up and checked my watch and it being a sunny day.
I walked back up to my room and sat back in my bed. I counted my fingers just to be sure I wasn’t dreaming and yes I wasn’t. I fell back asleep as I was thinking about what had happened to me.
The next morning, I woke up to my dream journal on my table filled out frantically again
I woke up in water. I was inside a pod I think. I remember this pod. I step out of it and find myself in a familiar room. It’s filled with lots of pods and people are sleeping in them. I walk out of the room and find myself in a familiar never-ending hall. I spotted a small vent in the corner of the room I came out of.
It was large enough for me to crawl through. I crawled through the vent until I reached a room again. The room was an empty computer room. People were sitting at their little screens watching something. Every Once in a while someone moved and pressed a button.
A guy sitting next to the vent spotted me.
An emergency alarm rang
“Subject 1569420 is untethered”
My vision faded to black
I turned the page and again written in frantic and messy handwriting a message was written:
Water- 5ml
Rubbing Alcohol- 1ml
Hydrogen Peroxide- 0.5ml
Coke- 5ml
I was growing ever more confused and concerned about myself. Was I experiencing some sort of mental problem? Psychosis? Dissociation? I checked my watch and it was 8am. I repeated that in my head over and over again as I walked out downstairs
When I went down my parents were making breakfast and my little brother was sitting in the living room watching TV. What was I expecting?
I picked a bottle of coke from the fridge and measured it out with the little plastic measuring cup in the kitchen. I measured out the same quantities of rubbing alcohol and water as well. After mixing them together I opened up a medicine cabinet and found a bottle of hydrogen peroxide. I poured a few drops through a dropper into the mixture I had made. My mum then suddenly walks into the kitchen and sees what I’m doing.
It was a short conversation. I told her I was doing something for my upcoming chemistry assignment and she left me alone after looking at me suspiciously.
The mixture was a deep black. I realised that I made the mixture for no reason as I had no idea what to do with it. I took the mixture up to my room and left it on the table.
The next day I woke up again to my dream journal filled out. The entry was very short
They are keeping me in the pods. I can’t get out. I need to become un-tethered
On the next page in frantic handwriting and big bold letters:
DRINK IT
I don’t know if I’m being stupid or not. I will drink the mixture tonight. If I stay alive I will update
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2020.09.28 04:58 calsass_ Food Chain of the New World

Fatalis is coming out the 1st for our final monster in world. And with this I hope we can get a food chain for these beasts and where each one lies in order of nature. The big question is safi’jiva as strong or stronger than fatalis and alatreon of course, but that can be decided when he comes out so we won’t be talking about those 3 gods. Nergigante has essentially been the main antagonist in mhw, and he got hyped a bit too much for destroying the other elders that were his size. But ruined nerg was able to kill shara ishvalda which was xeno sized. So I feel like he’s up there for sure. It also begs to ask kluve taroth and shara ishvalda. Who is stronger? I think kluve but shara does have the spirit bomb. My rankings go as follows for the food chain, top strongest and bottom weakest.
Safijiva-Alatreon- Fatalis Zorah Ruiner Nerg Taroth Ishvalda Xenojiva Nerg Lunastra Velkhana Teostra Kushala Black Veil Vaal Hazak Kirin
If you think some placements should be changed tell me, I would love to hear it.
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2020.09.28 04:49 slimboi725 Sister ballbusting

Rob was a short 5'6 120lb male with short black hair and blue eyes and very scronny and he was 14 while his sister madison was 6'5 150 lb woman with long black hair blue eyes and was well built and was 16.
Madison was a soccer champion at her school the best of the best. Rob was not good at sports at all and stayed in all day playing video games.
Rob LOVED ballbusting and always wanted his sister to bust his balls. One day rob and Madison's parents decided to go on a one month long cruise. Madison decided that was the best time to tell her brother she knows all about his ballbusting fetish.
Madison walks in on rob in his room while hes on his phone.
Madison:get the FUCK up right NOW you fucking PERVERT!
rob stands
Rob:what the fuck are you going on about
Madison kicks rob full force in his balls rob falls to the floor and screams in pain
Madison: laughing did that feel as good as you thought it would
Rob:jesus fucking christ what was that for!!
Madison: your always jerking off to me when I practice my kicks and I've seen the porn you watch and the fantasies you read!
rob goes red
Madison: now listen we can have SOOO much fun or only I can have fun. Here's how its gonna work I get to kick you ANY time I want and you get to lick and clean my feet as much as you want and you get to jerk off, not in front of me of course she laughs
Rob:ok ill do it but on one condition you dont tell anyone about this and you dont do it in public! And I wont tell mom and dad that you got pregnant last month and that's why you dumped your bf and had a abortion! And I wanna be able to jerk off while I have my fun with your feet!
Madison kicks rob again full force in his nuts
Madison:HOW THE FUCK DO YOU KNOW ABOUT THAT!
she kicks him 3 more times full force
rob screams in pain
Rob"oh my fucking god that hurts
Madison:that's what you fucking get for fucking spying on me! Now pull your fucking pants down!
Rob gets undressed
Madison: damn you actually have a really big dick, ok I'll kick you in your balls for a couple more minutes then you can have fun with my feet. And maybe since your dick is so big I'll even jerk you off with my feet. winks
Madison kicks rob full force in his nuts and he falls to the floor
Madison:you cant even take a small kick laughs How fucking pathetic
Rob:you cant kick me so hard you could cause permanent damage!
Madison:fine I'll eas up on you
after 20 minutes of kicking she stops ok I've had my fun.
she sits on his bed
Madison: I'll give you a choice I can let you lick my feet for 20 minutes then jerk off after I leave or I can give you a foot job and you cum on my feet but you'll have to lick my feet clean for 30 minutes.
Rob: I want you to jerk me off and I'll lick my cum off your feet.
Madison runs robs huge 10 inch thick cock between feet within 10 minutes he shoots a huge load all over her feet
Madison: god damn bro you have so much fucking cum. Like omfg you literally covered my feet! Well now you have a lot of cleaning to do. I built up quit a sweat from those kicks and from jerking your dick so clean them good.
rob gets on his knees and cleans her feet for the next twenty minutes after he is done she walks away before kicking him full force one more time from behind
Madison: see you next time bro * kisses balls*
Give me any advice or any ideas that you think could make the story better.
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2020.09.28 04:46 Maelshevek I've come to hate my HP Reverb, should I get an Index?

Over the past year (I've owned the Reverb about that long), the tracking has been spotty. For a while it was okay, particularly at my new place. However, in the last 2 months (nothing that I know has changed), the Reverb randomly loses depth tracking which "freezes" the X, Y, and Z axis movements to a fixed position (rotational axis are all 100% okay). I have to shake my head or look around to get it to unstick and work normally again. It seems to be when I look down more than 15 degrees or look left (wall is there, and I have large paintings there on purpose to help out). However, it can also stop tracking randomly in ANY direction. This is in a well-lit room too with lots of black and white edges.
That's not the only problem. The right earphone broke after 7 months and I've had to use earbuds. Further, the headset has always had a weird visual effect problem (glare or god rays? not sure on the term). And of course, if it's not sitting on one's head perfectly, visual quality tanks due to the sweet spot.
It must also be said: WMR sucks.
Which brings me to today. Should I get an Index or maybe wait for a Reverb G2? I really love the visual fidelity of the Reverb, but it's begun to make me nauseous with the tracking issues, and I'm concerned the issues won't be resolved with inside-out tracking.
I really don't want to go back to DCS and TrackIR, the experience is infinitely better in VR.
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2020.09.28 04:39 Alvaro_Rey_MN History of Destroyerofeps and Alvaro_Rey_MN

100% of the Ellie hate comes from 1 person. u/Destroyerofeps. To explain it all let's go to the beginning.

The beginning

When I first came to this subreddit I was confused on why all the Ellie hate. I like Ellie and I thought the community did too, in fact sometimes too much. However I found out quickly it was all by the same person with his first post in this sub. He said the same thing again, again and again. He really crossed the line when he was caught harassing a redditor named u/EllieRose_real thought the DMs. Man he was hated very quickly. Get a very, very, very lame excuse on why he hates Ellie. Later
Conversation between u/Destroyerofeps and u/Jacked_Hughman
He did he had an argument with u/Jacked_Hughman where this argument. If you don't want to click the link I will say it word for word.
lightmodepatrol get on the ground.
u/Destroyerofeps
I'm literal fucking garbage and even I know you suck
u/JackedHughman
At least thers's no fuckdestroyerofeps sub at least I didn't kill Charles.
u/Destroyerofeps
To understand the previous quote there is a subreddit called FuckJackedHughman. Now that isn't the full conversation, but it is the most ironic one. Especially since that conversation was what gave the inspiration to start the subreddit fuckdestroyerofeps and wouldn't you know it the creator of that subreddit was ME. Yes me u/Alvaro_Rey_MN.

fuckdestroyerofeps birth.

In the beginning of my brand new subreddit u/Destroyerofeps was allowed in that subreddit. But he posted some very annoying content about some plan I didn't know about. About some attack he was gonna do at the sub. I had no idea what he was gonna do. No one did. He was too vague to make it public but too detailed to keep it private. He gave hints that didn't make sense at the time. Back then there were a few posts. He also had some braw with u/EllieRose_real that he was gonna play and I started a day before the creation of fuckdestroyerofeps. Anyways in the beginning of the subreddit there was still wait til the battle happened. There was hype around, actually not much. The conversation went where u/Destroyerofeps challenged Ellie in a video game since he taught what made someone superior is winning in a video game. Ellie reluctantly agreed, actually she barely agreed, in fact she didn’t even agree. u/Destroyerofeps assumed she agreed (similar to a counter story against u/Destroyerofeps I will say later on). Eventually u/EllieRose_real declined the offer and u/Destroyerofeps saw it as a forfeit.
I declined, guys. He isn’t worth my time. I’m head of an online community writing a fucking book series, and I have school, I’ve got a lot of better shit to do than fight him online. He can’t even fight me in real life. Unlike him owning Paladins of all games, he has no real life
u/EllieRose_real
She just backed out so I won
u/Destroyerofeps
This got u/Destroyerofeps banned from fuckdestroyerofeps permanently, the action performed by me. u/EllieRose_real got annoyed with that and understandable. If I were to have someone ask me for money and I said no then why and that person starts to go into my house and yelling at me that I haven’t paid him money I would be angry. So in response the furious u/EllieRose_real got tired of u/Destroyerofeps living in a fantasy world that he won when he did not.
Backed out.
Backed out.
I refused to fight you because I have better things to do than fight someone who probably has the Game Sweats, camps, and doesn’t fucking shower. Someone said there’s a reason why legends don’t speak often. Well, it’s the opposite for you. There’s a reason garbage speaks often. Because when you don’t realize you’re completely awful, you just get worse.
TL;DR : Fuck off
u/EllieRose_real
It was still unclear what the "plan" was. I found out what he was doing a bit to see what he wanted to do. Apparently he wanted to Rick Roll fuckdestroyerofeps, so I warned the subreddit. Normally that's fine, in fact funny but since u/Destroyerofeps was a really awful redditor I couldn't let him win. I had a plan to retaliate. I asked u/EllieRose_real to share more screenshots on the harassment she got in her DMs, but turns out that wasn't necessary.

u/Trevor31 and Lewandowski's Memes

u/Destroyerofeps wanted to Rick Roll, unfortunately for him he was banned, so he needed some other way. Fortunately for him he got an offer from u/_Trevor31 or so he thought. u/_Trever31 promised u/Destroyerofeps that he was gonna Rick Roll fuckdestroyeps through his DMs. There is a full video on what happened in the DMs posted in HenryStickmin. u/Destroyerofeps gained u/_Trevor’s trust and it was destroyed instantaneously. u/_Trevor31 decided to instead post a video made by a YouTube channel named Lewandowski's Memes. Okay let’s move to Lewandowski’s Memes for a quick while. Lewandowski’s Meme changed his name and made a video on it so he won’t be Lewandowski’s Memes anymore and is currently referred to L7 Memes and the video that was used was an I guess anti-RickRoll where he made everyone expect for a Rick Roll but it didn’t come. Anyways back to u/_Trevor31, u/_Trevor31 made it clear what was u/Destroyerofep's goal was. He wanted to self promote his subreddit while harassing people about it ( SCUNTRIGHTS ). Reason was because his subreddit was dying so he harassed people in his subreddit to join them.
Message to Destroyerofeps. Stop harassing people to promote your sub. It don't make people want to join the subreddit it just makes people hate it.
u/_Trevor31
To be fair since he has stopped but probably because the plan failed. He got from 88 members to 90 members. Compared to a new subreddit which I will talk about later it was never worth it. He self promoted his sub to a subreddit that no one was interested. He promoted SCUNTRIGHTS to HenryStickmin, since when was that a good idea? That subreddit died with the 2nd to last post was back on September 8th. The previous post from someone who wasn’t u/Destroyerofeps was back on July 29th, 2020. u/Destroyerofeps also said he won the war, when I didn’t even know at the time there was war. u/Destroyerofeps thought listed on what he gained.
I
Beat ellie
Got to troll henrystickmin
Got attetion
u/Destroyerofeps
As stated earlier he didn’t beat u/EllieRose_real because she never accepted the offer. Trolling HenryStickmin is a short term achievement, not even an achievement actually, that gians nothing. He got attention but in a bad way. These are extreme examples but I will add it anyway. Is Hitler and Stalin famous for good reasons? NO! They got attention and are famous but for being evil. I don’t think he got attention for the right reason and his negative comment Karma shows. Also u/Destroyerofeps kept continuing it, so he didn’t win because he kept dragging a “war”.

The 2 nukes

I got angry not once but twice. I went full blown in a post u/Destroyerofeps make where he made up that Ellie killed Charles. In that I got angry a posted a brutal I yelled everything about u/Destroyerofeps where I was furious. I said to him stuff I have already explain here but some extra stuff included,
Most of the reasons you hate Ellie were for reasons you made up, is like hating on your ex because s/he cheated on you in your dreams. It was never funny and it is always fucking bullshit. Besides Jacked Hughman did kill Charles or at least attempted to kill Henry.
u/Alvaro_Rey_MN
Is like if you created a country named Destoyerofepstan and you have attacked France to try to force people to visit your country and they don't so you commit crimes while hurting their citizens then France deports you and makes sure you never go to the country again then you attack Germany so they also deport you. Then you attack Sweden then they will deport you. Is only when you are banned from every other country in the world or you die you will stop.
u/Alvaro_Rey_MN
To explain the 1st one it was about how Ellie didn’t actually kill Charles. To explain the second one u/Destroyerofeps said something like that even if he is banned from HenryStickmin he will attack other subreddits. The other time was when he kept implying that burritos will kill all humans. He said that there will be some sort of Burrito revolution, I don’t know where he got that idea from, I think is something to do with his subreddit considering one of the rules in SCRUNTRIGHTS
do not be a burrito in disguise
Undercover burritos will be dealt with heavy-handedly. We do not tolerate burritos. No exceptions. If you suspect a member is secretly a burrito, please notify the stasi-I mean, moderators.
SCRUNTRIGHTS
So obviously no one in HenryStickmin was interested in the burritos revolution. In the post u/Destroyerofeps kept saying a Burrito revolution. I kept saying the Burritos are immobile meaning they can't move by themselves. A long argument lasted until I eventually blew up again.
Oh so if I push a chair does that mean it can move by it self. The wind it push the trees so the trees move by it self. I threw a pillow with 60 Newtons does that mean it can move by it self. I placed a bowling bowling ball in a mountain and if rolling down due to gravity so this mean they can move by them selves right? Wrong! I can walking due to my own joins and my muscles. The bowling ball, chair, tree, and pillow are being moved by an force that doesn't make up them. If I put them in space by themselves and put it still they would stay still be cause there is NO force moving them.
"Newton's first law states that every object will remain at rest or in uniform motion in a straight line unless compelled to change its state by the action of an external force. This is normally taken as the definition of inertia. ... If that velocity is zero, then the object remains at rest."
https://www.grc.nasa.gov/www/k-12/airplane/newton.html#:~:text=Newton's%20first%20law%20states%20that,as%20the%20definition%20of%20inertia.&text=If%20that%20velocity%20is%20zero%2C%20then%20the%20object%20remains%20at%20rest
u/Alvaro_Rey_MN
I can't, I just can't. Now you are just rejecting SCIENCE like a Karen. "Vaccines cause Autism", "The Earth is Flat", "5G cause Coronavirus", "Masks are an infringement on my rights", and now "Burritos has limb and are have mobility". Fuck you. I am tired of this conversation because you have and IQ of negative 95.
u/Alvaro_Rey_MN
This explanation of the Burrito revolution happening is and I kid you not this is an actual quote
If the burrito Revolution wasn't real why would I spend over $10,000 on a bunker to protect myself food games and drinks for the bunker consoles for the games of TV for the consoles and a nice bed
u/Destroyerofeps
Why is he on reddit? Why? Now before anyone says this is satire this is 2 actual quotes from u/Destroyerofeps. He posts so much he doesn’t seem satire anymore anyways.
To everyone saying that it's satire I'm the person who said the burrito Revolution is true cuz it is please be more aware and help us stop the burrito Revolution
u/Destroyerofeps
Lmao he was joking
u/humblebraggers0_0
That guy is me
I am not burritos will take over the world
u/Destroyerofeps
Asked u/Destroyerofeps if his is satire and he already answered it.

Two Red Flags

Apart from Ellie hate the No.1 thing Destroyerofeps posts is burritos revolution is gonna happen and he says it time and time again and in not for a light heart fashion considering how much he had harassed people before and how little HenryStickmin were interested in the there was no room for forgiveness. It got worse when he showed 2 really, really, really bad Red Flags. It started when u/Destoyerofeps challenged u/Ultravandal1423 who is someone who has been really involved in going against u/Destroyerofeps. u/Destroyerofeps challenged through DMS then u/Ultravandal1423 in a game then u/Ultravandal1423 chose a game then u/Destroyerofeps rejected the game Microsoft Flight Simulator, which is hypocritical considering he literally acted like he won against u/EllieRose_real. u/Ultravandal1423 took screenshot of the DMs and the comments were quite a Red Flag.
He called you a pussy yet is scared when you gave him a game. That's why Ellie didn't play because it's BS.
u/Alvaro_Rey_MN
I will drop kick you right now if you want we can go do you want to die
u/Destroyerofeps
That threat was made before I had launched the first “nuke”. So then that red flag was major, but I wasn’t sure if he meant to threaten so I then decided to make sure that was what he wanted to do.
Are you threatening me?
u/Alvaro_Rey_MN
Yes
u/Destroyerofeps
Are you actually fucking serious?
u/Alvaro_Rey_MN
Yes
u/Destroyerofeps
That comment was said in a post with the threat screenshot. The screenshot was taken between the first nuke and the second nuke. Besides, one threat had another major red flag, maybe worse. u/Destroyerofeps went to TheMonkeysPaw and in this post he wished that the burrito revolution will happen.
I wish for the burrito Revolution to happen
Burritos try to kill all the humans but I live because of my bunker then five years in which humans nuke burritos killing 90% of the humans and all the burritos then I rise from the bunker and start anew
u/Destroyerofeps
No matter which way I look at I see this as a red flag. Especially since he wished for 7 Billion people to die, just for some stupid burrito revolution. While that could be seen as a joke, the amount of times he said this it is just really bad. A screenshot was taken and both the post and the screenshot came after the 2nd nuke so all of that was in such a close period of time. So this is a lot of wrongs so I won’t forgive this. Considering these quotes u/Destroyerofeps hypocritical.
Granted. The burritos come to life but only hunger for total jerk-minded assholes who want 90% of the population to die, and so only you get eaten and the world lives in harmony with the burritos the end fuck off
u/EllieRose_real
Fuck off you coward ass bitch Keep that shit in henrystickmin
u/Destroyerofeps
If EllieRose_real should keep that in HenryStickmin then u/Destroyerofeps should of keep his “Burrito Revolution” in SCRUNTRIGHTS or a new subreddit he made called theburritoRevolution which has an impressive 3 members.
You truly are the lowest scum in history.
u/_Trevor31
But is he thought, is he the worst person ever? Well let's find out.

At least some sort of human decency.

As much as a douchebag u/Destroyerofeps as in Yin Yang there is some good in bad.
To go back I have been seeing some very racist posts in HenryStickmin u/Destroyerofeps have been accused for being racist, in making an account and saying racist things. u/Destroyerofeps explained that wasn’t true and that he doesn’t condone racism and if fact he is against it. I knew that the thought of u/Destroyerofeps was racist thing wasn't true from the start and I knew that redditor was brand new and gotten deleted in less than 24 hours, not once but twice (what it is with groups of 2). Both racist accounts who got deleted were u/SubwaySubhuman and u/SupremeSubhuman. Both accounts were created and deleted in the same day. This is a racist who doesn’t learn. The accounts came minutes after the screenshot of u/Destroyerofeps in TheMonkeysPaw so a quick switch in objection was taken place. Some of the most racist behaviors came here with some of the most racist comments put in place. Many were removed by the moderator, and it was shocking to see moderator action from u/Steamierzebra8, because of how inactive he is, or maybe it was reddit itself. Some of the most racist behavior was the post linked it self
u/mattgasm is nothing but a hateful troll, he insulted me on my posts for no reason. he is also a left-wing SJW. can ya'll please report him?
u/SubwaySubhuman
That was a lie because u/SubwaySubhuman’s awful post is what started it and u/Mattgasm was in response to the racist thing said so it wasn’t for no reason. If anyone was hateful it was u/SubwaySubhuman
White people being good people and killing n------
u/SubwaySubhuman
That was an extremely racist post and he was basically promoting violence against black people which is wrong. Some more examples of his racist behavior was in this conversation.
Please hang yourself
u/Ultravandal1423
First of all, how dare you call me a n-----, thats projection. second of all, take your own advice, you marxist ape. third of all, i am white so i can't be hanged and fourth of all, i VALUE my life and am grateful to be a white cis male. fuck you f-----, your comment is EXTREMELY FLAWED as i found 4 flaws in it.
u/SubwaySubhuman (WTF this belongs in insanepeoplefacebook)
  1. I didn't call you a 'n-----'
  2. No 💖
  3. Your race doesn't change the fact that a rope can kill you. **white males** hang themselves all the time, I'd suggest you follow in their footsteps
  4. I'm sure MILLIONS of other cis white males hate the exact type of racism you're promoting
Please just stop, this isn't helping anyone.
u/Ultravandal1423
Now you understand how bad u/SubwaySubhuman proves to be so he deserves to backlash from u/Mattgasm.
The dude is 28 minutes old and has a Peter Griffin profile picture. You can tell he ate sand as a kid as is a failure to the world that got his brain off Craigslist and even then he got scammed.
u/Mattgasm
Shut the fuck up, kid. Go cry someone else. Nobody loves you here or in general.
u/Mattgasm
Reported. Get off the internet racist pig.
u/Mattgasm
u/SubwaySubhuman asked people to report u/Mattgasm for that. u/SubwaySubhuman said racist garbage. So I then decided to tell people what he did in the post where he wanted people to cancel u/Mattgasm.
You said the N-word and called them retarded. u/mattgasm was saying that you are a racist. Destroyerofeps was harassing. George Floyd's death was 4 months ago not 170 years ago. Sure it's been a long time but even after all that there is still racism.
u/Alvaro_Rey_MN
He was probably referring to how black peoples were treated poorly during the mid 1800’s but that doesn’t excuse his racist actions! Ban u/SubwaySubhuman instead
u/Mattgasm
Yeah they were. He think there still isn't racism. Is not as bad as back then, but I refuse to say the N-word. Racist peice of shit.
u/Alvaro_Rey_MN
This is some really really trashy behavior from u/SubwaySubhuman. Some of the worst comments was,
quit being egotistical. if you were smart you would have been hating blacks. but no! you're defending an ENDANGERED SPECIES!!!
u/SubwaySubhuman
By that you could tell he didn’t even view black people as humans. He was really bad that even u/Destroyerofeps thought his actions were too far, and I agreed with u/Destroyerofeps in a rare occasion. u/Destroyerofeps and I agreed in this conversation.
He tortured his subreddit. At least destroyerofeps hated everyone equally.
u/Alvaro_Rey_MN
I agree
u/Destoryerofeps
Now in a conversation with the newer account u/SupremeSubhuman but the comment got deleted but u/Destroyerofeps and I said to u/SupremeSubhuman,
Yeah maybe you're shittier than me
u/Destroyerofeps
I rarely agree with Destroyerofeps but even I think he is better than you, and I am the founder of u/Destroyerofeps (meant to say fuckdestroyerofeps).
u/Alvaro_Rey_MN
Just like his previous account u/SupremeSubhuman wanted u/Mattgasm banned with I responded
“in addition, he and his toxic knights are harassing me for no reason and being fat n------ towards me and i haven't done anything wrong to them.”
The only toxic one is you. By The Way you can't say he is harassing you then say fat n------ in the same sentence.
u/Alvaro_Rey_MN
The explosion happened when he said racist things to Marvelous Nakamba. A guy who had racist chant thrown at him by his own fans, so I exploded and screamed,
GET THE FUCK OUT OF THIS SUBREDDIT AND MY POST RIGHT NOW!!! YOU SAID RACIST STUFF TO MARVELOUS NAKAMBA. I DON'T COMMEND THAT AT ALL!!! HE GOT RACIST INSULTS IN REAL LIFE, NOW YOU ARE THE TRASHIEST PERSON IN THIS SUBREDDIT!!! u/Steamierzebra8 WE NEED THE MODERATOR TO BAN YOU AND THE BAN EVASION RULE.
u/Alvaro_Rey_MN
Anyways now both accounts are banned he doesn’t learn from his past accounts that racism shouldn’t be condemned, and I could of added much more quotes but this section is already far too long. It showed that u/Destroyerofeps is not all bad and hates racism, and worst of all he said all of that in HenryStickmin, a non-political site. Now despite how bad u/Destroyerofeps is there are still worse people out there.

The alleged 2nd account

As much as u/Destroyerofeps proved himself to not be all bad by going against racism. However that doesn’t mean he was 100% off the hook. There is a theory about a second account. There had been an account named u/CommunismStan who is presumed to be an alt account for u/Destroyerofeps however is not confirmed. However the post made, was deleted so I won’t say everything word for word despite having a screenshot (no I will not give you the link to the screenshot). ‘I made an account just to tell you that u/Destroyerofeps is a good guy because he hates Ellie, and he should be respected for that here. Here should be an Ellie-Free Zone and fuckdestroyerofeps is bad’. There are responses that described it best.
Make this an Ellie free zone? WTF! She is a character in the series and Destroyerofeps is annoying and he harassed a redditor just for having Ellie in her profile. Stop acting like he is the victim. Destroyerofeps harassed us. He got cocky and then got the subreddit and he acted like an asshole. Self promote his subreddit which failed. He keeps saying ohh... you disagree with me, I challenge you on XBOX. He also gave a BS excuse to hate Ellie. Do STFU!
u/Alvaro_Rey_MN
Well, people can have their opinions. But sometimes people are jerks about it. (This might get me a lot of hate) Destroyerofeps has harassed AND insulted people for liking Ellie. He doesn't have to do that to express his opinion!
u/EmojiGirl7409
These were 2 responses with u/EmojiGirl7409 having a better response. Now u/CommunistStan only agreed because of Ellie hate, but it seems like a lot of other things said was bad.
Argumentattive? AN ARGUMENT? LOL YOU REALLY HAVE NO LIFE. Arguing why you hate somebody who's just a troll lollll
u/CommunismStan
If you aren't arguing then why did you reply to not just me but everyone else.
u/Alvaro_Rey_MN
For my pleasure, die
u/CommunismStan
That was to u/ShadowJ1473. In this post u/Destroyerofeps threaten once again, jesus that’s another red flag, a 3rd one. How bad can he get?
If you don't shut the fuck up I will come to your house and rip your arms off
u/Destroyerofeps
Anyways u/CommunismStan had another post but deleted it, and never posted in any Henry Stickmin related sub nor talked about u/Destroyerofeps publicly again. So if it seems like maybe the second account theory is false but is still out there. However u/Destroyerofeps never stop posting Ellie hate and Burritos Revolution. So something had to be done.

HenryStickmin2 and EllieFreeZone

2 new subreddits were made for similar goals but different ways to complete the solution. There is EllieFreeZone made by u/Yeet_boi69endme and HenryStickmin2 made by u/Ultravandal1423. Let’s start by looking at EllieFreeZone first. u/Destroyerofeps was trying to stop making Ellie hate for a couple of days, and he complained that he couldn’t post it.
I am in pain from not posting ellie hate
u/Destroyerofeps
With this response and with u/Destroyerofeps wanting to post Ellie Rose hate all the time u/Yeet_boi69endme thought of this genius idea which was to create a subreddit to keep u/Destroyerofeps away from HenryStickmin safe from u/Destroyerofeps, and this was a subreddit was made 2 hours after the u/CommunismStan was made.
If you hate Ellie just go to EllieFreeZone
u/Yeet_boi69endme
Now with u/Destroyerofeps finally getting out of HenryStickmin it seemed like everyone was gonna be safe and I would finally find inner peace, unfortunately u/Destroyerofeps gave a massive bombshell that shattered our hearts.
Now you can get off henrystickmin
u/Yeet_boi69endme
no
u/Destroyerofeps
I only made this subreddit to get Destroyerofeps off of henrystickmin
u/Yeet_boi69endme
I'm still going to be there
u/Destroyerofeps
until this has to say 1000 members
u/Destroyerofeps
Now this means that u/Destroyerofeps would stay in HenryStickmin when everyone had enough of this guy especially since EllieFreeZone only has 5 members. And to make thing worse, in an unfortunate turn of events u/Yeet_boi69endme had been accused of being a u/Destroyerofeps supporter by u/Dyms420 in this post. u/Yeet_boi69endme had to explain to u/Dyms420 why he made EllieFreeZone and u/Dyms420 publicly apologised. So with obviously u/Destroyerofeps not leaving HenryStickmin alone, nor looking like he will stop posting Ellie hate there had to be another way. I had enough of u/Destroyerofeps, I even made this analogy.
This guy acts like he can't stop smoking for 7 days.
u/Alvaro_Rey_MN
So I decided to take matters into my own hands and asked a question in a post an hour after EllieFreeZone was made, to create a new Henry Stickmin subreddit without u/Destroyerofeps. Unknowingly a subreddit was already made by u/Ultravandal1423 called HenryStickmin2. That subreddit was unknown and created a week before the post.
HenryStickmin2
u/Ultravandal1423
HenryStickmin2 was created after the 2nd “nuke” but before the 2nd red flag. So two “nukes”, 2 red flags including 2 screenshots, a racist guy, and HenryStickmin2 foundation all happened between September 9, 2020 and September 17, 2020.
But HenryStickmin2 blew in popularity after that comment, going from 1 member to 72 members. HenryStickmin2 was then advertised to keep people safe from u/Destroyerofeps, unlike SCRUNTRIGHTS who was advertised to save the subreddit. I eventually became moderator of HenryStickmin2 and so did u/EllieRose_real while u/Steamierzebra8 is the only moderator in HenryStickmin. u/Destroyerofeps continue to harass people from HenryStickmin, so what next?

What next?

A post made by u/a-kid-who-likes-art inspired me to make this entire thing all of it and just to tell about u/Destroyerofeps. I am having to write all this, in a Google Doc (I am not giving you that link). Ever since there have been some changes. For starters another “nuke” from someone else came a few hours before form the u/a-kid-who-likes-art came.
Well you ain't gonna gain karma by just by repeating the same FUCKING point a dozen times.
WE GET IT.
You hate Ellie Rose and want her killed so badly it's the only thing you wish for in the Monkey's Paw sub.
You think that burritos are gonna evolve and wage war, despite the fact that by the time a burritos is made, most of their ingredients, the meat, veggies, cheese, and tortilla, are no longer alive, and thus pose no threat in the slightest.
You wanted people to follow your stupid Scunt sub as a means to get attention, and you ended up closing it when that failed.
You have repeatedly stated that you were gonna retire from your account, only to change your mind.
The main things that people on both this subreddit and others remember you for is your overly repetitive hate boner towards things, and your reactions always help support that view. Should you ever actually go through with ending this account and starting a new one, one slip-up can lead to people figuring out who you are, and everyone will just come after you just like before. The only way you can ever move past all the hate is if you just stop with all the complaining, move past it, and talk about other things.
u/PabsterTheLobster
Man that was good. Then a gigantic quick summary of u/Destroyerofeps.
Let me reword this to be more accurate.
Who will win? A character that is very respected and has a tough character and determined to complete her goal. Or a guy who has no life, whines a lot, professional asshole, with less orginality than Morgz, is scared on a piece of food killing you and is not because they have poison. Had harassed a redditor because she had Ellie in her profile, literally threatened someone even though you don't even know where that guy is (we know which city you are in because you told us what it is [By the way you should be fined]), someone who can't keep a promise, an addict, overall an annoying person who makes the worst excuses in the world, a hypocrite, and someone who is so hated that a subreddit was literally made just to have a safe place from your posts. Really awful. Ellie will easily win.
Considering you used to have that character in your profile we all know that guy is YOU!
u/Trevor31
There was an entire video was made for Destroyerofeps by u/Amtrak_f40ph. Now one part of the video is wanting u/Destroyerofeps to die which I don’t condone (and a red flag) but everything else is good. Finally u/Destroyerofeps showed showed some really, really bad behavior, in this post. With 2 quotes that destroys him in different ways.
Hypocrite. That is coming from a guy who always post Ellie hate despite being a very like able character. Not only is that opinion unpopular you were being a douche bag about it. You are wrong, hypocritical, and overall just a piece of shit. If you want others to stop being unpopular, then you should start yourself. Also look everyone else also said the Burrito revolution will happen while you gave no factual evidence. So I suggest there will be no more "Ellie hate" nor "Burrito Revolution" ever again.
u/_Trevor31
I agree with absolutely none of this. People are allowed to have their own opinions without having to fear that people will judge them or make fun of them. The whole concept of an opinion is the belief/thoughts each individual person has with no definitive answer. Therefor, someone's opinion, while sure, isn't right, isn't wrong, either. It's just what they think.
Under this same scenario, is it "wrong" to think The Henry Stickmin Collection is a good game because only a fraction of people know about it? Is it "wrong" to ask this question? I need to put quotation marks because I don't think I'm in the wrong for saying my personal opinion.
Sure, people can disagree with other's opinions, and there's nothing we can do about that. I disagree with some opinions as well. As soon as you think people are "lesser" or "wrong" because of it, that's an issue.
My point is, there's no such thing as the correct or incorrect answer for an opinion, it's just a thought! While I don't wish to go to war with this and constantly have to reply to each comment this receives (Hint, hint. I won't, don't expect one.) because I'm not trying to achieve that, I will say right now that I don't agree with the idea that opinions are supposed to have definitive answers based on other people's opinions.
u/God-Pharaoh
Anyways that’s all from me and this long, long thing I had to write. I hope you had enjoyed this entire story on me and u/Destroyerofeps, if you learned something new about this entire crazy story then I am glad you find out about u/Destroyerofeps. There was more I could have added. Thank you to everyone who has give me support, and fuck you u/Destroyerofeps, and u/SubwaySubhuman.
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2020.09.28 04:39 HPEstef Custom Cart Holder

Custom Cart Holder
I am an amateur, part-time woodworker who is also a full-time stoner. While normally a traditionalist in my MMJ consumption, I have an affinity towards vaping for all of the common reasons. Being a bit of a neat freak, I hated having my carts rolling around in a old mug in my cupboard. There are a million cart holders available on the market, but I couldn't find one that met my needs with the right looks. I decided to put my woodworking skills to work and this is what I came up with. It is simply a piece of local black walnut that has been fit with six holes to hold carts. I've been using it for a few weeks now and I love it.
My question is this, is anyone else interested in something like this? Would this little contraption fill a need in your life?
Any input is appreciated.
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2020.09.28 04:39 katreadsitall Shout out to CBS

I was so happy they kept Calebs conversation in about how he feels pressure as a black man in the world today to be an example.
I feel like both LI UK and USA try to keep politics as out of the show as possible (understandably for a lot of reasons).
So I loved they kept that moment in, because I think it helped highlight Calebs character even more.
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