Please don't touch anything ps4 vr

Qobuz sounds the best. Amazing. On my PC. Even on Android. It is the middle of 2023, and when I want to play music in the background on the XBox series X it ALMOST works, but still stops after ever track. It is not hard (hire me if this seems too wild for you, Qobuz), but if you want more subscribers... If you want more ANYTHING, you don't use MQA, the Xbox can handle it without any intermediary, just build an app. If you don't know how hire me or literally anyone that freelances. Next week you will have an app that literally beats EVERY OTHER SERVICE. I have Deezer because it is the only true Hi-fi and it is a scattered, sad mess of a service, but at least the ONE WITH CD QUALITY. And sadly, that isn't good enough because Qobuz sounds amazing, not just on the PC, but even one song at a time in XBOX Seeies X.
Qobuz, You are compatible, and be the first to offer not just Hi-Fi but actual hi-res without caveats in the fine print. All the others.. high quality but. It even hifi. And I tried running it through ever media server and connection possible and the best I can get is one song and then a nightmare to get to the next.
Qobuz, you might not have the biggest market share, but if you want it not in two years or two months, but two weeks, YOU GOT IT. We want it. Don't even have a meeting and delay, just do it already. It is Qobuz's SHOT, no matter the endgame, if you deliver, your goal will. E delivered.
And the fact that the technology for my phone to the Xbox didn't play one song and then maybe another song if I try hard enough at the exact bit rate means that you are perfectly capable of making an app native to Xbox or even webOS (I specifically want your music by my games but literally anything)….. The tech is real available to do it before someone else does because no one likes Deezer. It doesn't sound as good but it's the only actual CD quality available and anyone who's tried your service knows that yours sounds even better at high res.
And it is infuriating to watch a company that actually has all the goods squander it I mean maybe you want to be sold to someone else I don't know but I'll tell you what, you'll be of more value if you actually do what I'm just suggested by multiple X's.
Alternatively if anyone really figured this out please just tell me so I can pay less when Qobuz is forever reason doesn't do a damn thing.
It is 2023 HELLO, no one wants to buy more equipment that half works, regardless of my specific use case. We.habe all had it because all can be don't for all.of us with software. And you would make a lot more money in subscriptions then exclusive deals with a limited number of manufacturers where you don't even know how many people that use those manufacturers is actually going to use your service.
I digress but please contact me or contact you ever you got it'll take a week and it's not just you it's every service and the fact that I have to use dessert to get literally CD quality while I'm playing a game never mind that when I'm at my computer I want the best quality or I can't control anything with Amazon echo or get it in my car like it's 2023 and if I misspoke and I can do one of the things I just said I shouldn't have to do a ton of Google searches find nothing and then buy a piece of equipment or not but have someone walk me through it...
You sound better than all the others and we're talking about Spotify Amazon whatever So act like it. I won't even go into the other issues that pelpel have experienced forever. We still subscribe because the audio quality is astounding. Make the whole experience match what you offer, and watch Qobuz exlpooad...in the right way. :)

So I've been enjoying doing AMA's about what it's like working the front desk at a full-service Hilton hotel for over a year, behind the scenes things, and about the ins-and-outs of what goes on and anonymous stories about guests passing through, (updated proof) but the AMAs always seem dissolve into people just asking about how to swindle their way into getting an upgrade. So I'd like to do an AMA, but please refrain from asking questions pertaining to upgrades. The last thread had a lot of rephrasing of the same "how do i get an upgrade" question. I'll be as brutally honest as possible.
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Basic upgrade info to get it out of the way;
Why did I get upgraded at X, but not Y?
- It's determined by property management. Not all Hiltons do complimentary upgrades, some do paid upgrades and others do no upgrades at all. I cannot tell you why you didn't get an upgrade at a specific property or what the policy is like at any given locaiton.
How do you determine who gets an upgrade?
-Upgrades are determined by status, length of stay, and amount paid. If you have a deeply discounted friends and family rate or a contracted lower company rate, you may not get an upgrade over someone of the same or similar status who's paying full price. Shorter stays are more eligible for upgrades since it's a quicker turn around.
How should I ask for an upgrade?
-If you want an upgrade, just ask. Don't beg or demand. Members are eligible for an upgrade, not entitled to an upgrade. Upgrades can be denied. This is not a Hilton thing, this goes for IGH, Hyatt, Marriott, etc. Upgrades are also determined by availability and if they're not avilable, begging or demanding won't make a room suddenly appear
Why when I ask for an upgrade, they say none are available, but when I check the website/app, there are rooms available?
-Just because a room is available to purchase online doesn't mean it's available to give away or for upgrade.
If I digitally check-in, am I no longer eligible for an upgrade?
-Whether or not you get an upgrade through digitally checking in has to do more with management and individual property policies than anything I can answer. Usually if the front desk watches you arrive and can vouch for you not going in the room, you may be able to get an upgrade.
If you check in online, please don't choose whatever room and expect an upgrade at the desk. If you're at a property that doesn't do free upgrades or has policies with digital check-ins, you'll be stuck with what you chose. Choose what looks the most decent to you so at least get exactly the room you requested.
Now that that's out of the way, please refrain from asking questions about upgrades, they will be generally be ignored!

Hello everyone! I hope you're all having a fantastic evening. It was relatively warm out today, so I spent most of it with friends. I'm feeling a little lonely tonight, so I'd love someone to talk to. I am looking for someone that is willing to talk longterm. I'm not looking for anything specific, just don't ghost me after talking for an hour, give or take. If there's a problem, let me know.
A little bit about me:
- I am a college student
- I live in Michigan
- I am an actress, bookworm, musician, writer, big sister, etc.
- I love any and everything to do with marching band
- I work a part-time job
- I am HILARIOUS 90% of the time
What I am looking for:
- Non-ghosters. Sorry, I'm scared of ghosts.
- Someone that can take a joke
- Someone that has TIME to put into this
- A friend
I'm almost positive I've hit all the bases. If you managed to stay this long, shoot me a message! Tell me about your favorite fruit. Rant about your day at work. Please put effort into your intro message. I will not be responding to one-liners. Have a good day! I hope to hear from you soon!

(32f)(32m) I am pregnant, going to give birth soon. I live with my child's father. I've tried to leave before but he's used tactics to make me feel bad and to stay. To me, he can no longer use anything to hurt me anymore.
I'm battling mental health to stay stable. I am also on short term disability. I'm going to need help with my child the best way.
Outside of my relationship I have very little support. I do have great support from doctors and such it's just being home with a baby and all.
I also don't think it's fair for people to come full blown with me without knowing my whole relationship, where and why it stands. So please just take what I'm giving you as is. And thank you for the support
Tl;dr: Sort of stuck in a relationship I no longer want to be in. Currently on disability and going to give birth soon. Do I play pretend or kick him out? Or l go live in a shelter?

I just wanted to cry for a minute about the fact that my buns now totally avoid me coming near them or touching them because I've had to pick them up daily to put them in their neutral spaces together. They're at the point where in neutral space they don't squabble, but on my girl's turf (and where they'll be living together) she still growls, chases him, pulls fur, and stresses him out. They haven't worked out who's top bun - lots of nose to nose meeting, but not much grooming, if at all. This hasn't changed for about a week now and I feel like we're stuck. But as stressed as this all makes me, I'm just so sad that now I'm seen as a bad guy, too, when all I want them to do is get along so they can live together and I can start working to rebuild their trust in me.
I don't think I'm looking for anything here, I just needed a space to vent. If you read this, I thank you. Please snuggle your buns for me. :'(

Please reddit help me. I want to have a conversation with my husband about his mother. My husband is a mommas boy. And while we have never actually had a problem with his mom over stepping, I feel it coming. My husbands basic training for the military is coming to an end and all I can think about is the tap out ceremony and being able to run to my husband and fall into his arms like in the movies lol. But I get anxious thinking about it now because I feel that she may try to beat me to it. She has been very “territorial” of my husband. She’ll say things like “MY baby” and she even told me I was “getting in the way” and tried to laugh it off as a joke. Ive never made a big deal about anything shes said or have done , to my husband because I thought she would have eventually came around and realized her place as his MOTHER. But honestly im tired and id like my husband to stick up for me when she oversteps. I want to talk to him about it but I dont know how to begin the conversation. And im also scared that he may brush it off. I just want to know that he will always have my back no matter what. Help meeeeee.

I have an ender 3v2 and I got a sprite extruder pro kit and it is working fine when printing, I just put on a cr touch and got it all installed properly but when I try to auto home it to get it all calibrated, it freezes up and won't move or do anything. Also the fans that are on the sprite head, the bottom fan that blows air to the nozzle, that fan isn't spinning at all but the side fan is. Can someone please help me get this fixed

Wife had a freakout about 20 minutes ago and looking for feedback.
So my wife is pregnant (22 weeks) and we have 3 kids (one with severe ADHD, one with attention seeking behavior, the oldest is normal). Kids are a handful, even for me. Most days my wife is called in to school to deal with our two youngest kids behaviors, on top of everything else she is doing. Unfortunately due to this, she lost her job. The kids are both under evaluation to get 504 plans and IEPs but the school is taking their sweet time (it's been over 2 months). So my wife has a really stressful week, damn near every week. Generally speaking she holds her composure incredibly well, which is why I'm so baffled by her blow up tonight. I work 50-60hrs a week. Leave at 5:30a and get home usually by 8p and make sure to help around the house before doing anything but she's still stressed (understandably).
Wife has been a bit more snippy lately and losing patience. Been snapping at the kids more often and snapping at the dog A LOT more often (the dog has anxiety and whines frequently, always has, as well as having behaviors of her own that are being worked on with a BT). My wife is just touched out, noticeably. But today she seemed fine. She was calm. Laughing. Smiling. Even brought the kids to the beach (I took work off early to meet them). When we got home she kind of "checked out" and went to the vehicle to listen to music while I got the kids in bed. But still seemed to be in a good mood when she came back inside an hour later.
We lay down and I call my dog on to the bed and was loving on her and then I said something like "get momma" or "give momma loves" (can't remember which). And my wife lost it a bit. Said something to the affect of "I truly cannot understand why you think that I want you to shove that dog in my face every single fucking night after I am constantly overstimulated and overworked throughout the day. Keep the dog away from me. I don't want her to come get me. I don't ever want her in my face and I shouldn't have to tell you that." Claiming stupidity on this one, I do know that she doesn't like anything in her face and I honestly didn't realize the depth of that until tonight. She went to sleep on the couch because of how pissed she was. Now I'm really curious if I'm wrong.

Tyler
Cassie had taken over the discussion from there on, entering the formal interview stage of the chat with Miu'Kin, as was her right as first wife. She was the arbiter in the end, and she had a veto that Miu'Kin needed to clear before she could get the thumbs up or down from Tyler to formally join the marriage. Cassie didn't give the other woman any slack either, she might not be a warrior, but a mother needed her own kind of spine, and even with Nara on hand, Cassie wanted to make sure the children were safe with Miu'Kin as a guardian too.
"What would you do if there was a threat to the children while the rest of us are away Miu'Kin?" Cassie asks, close to the end of her intended questions.
None of them had expected Miu'Kin's eyes to blaze.
"A threat? To the children! What kind? I might not be a battle princess but by the goddess's shell I won't-" Miu'Kin stops, a small jet of flame coming from her nostrils. "Err.. I uhm. I'm sorry. I get... passionate about protecting those who can't protect themselves. My first year working in a daycare, someone who claimed to be an Orega Girl tried to kidnap one of my charges, a sweet little boy... I uh. Killed her with my bare hands. I don't remember it. I saw red, forced her outside, sealed the nursery and triggered an alarm and then proceeded to beat her into a paste. I don't remember any of it, but I uh... apparently finished her off beating her with her own arm after ripping it off. No one's ever threatened the children of that nursery again and I haven't worked there in over a decade."
Matroika leans in. "...I want to call bullshit so badly, but you're such a sweetheart I actually believe you."
"It was in the news a whole bunch. My name was redacted because of the possible organized crime angle, to try to prevent retaliation, but you should be able to search Heart Shell Nursery kidnapping attempt or something similar and it'll pop up."
"I'm on it girls."
Tyler pulls out his communicator and does a little search, and sure enough, exactly as Miu'Kin had described it. He quickly passes his communicator around, letting the girls all look for themselves.
"Well I'll be damned!" Matroika looks up from Tyler's communicator, clearly reassessing the other woman. "For such a demure gal, seems like you can bring that Apuk fire when it counts. She's got my vote girls. Seems like a perfect fit to me!"
Cassie coughs delicately into her hand. "I didn't realize we were at the voting stage yet, but I suppose we can have the discussion now."
Miu'Kin moves to stand. "Would you like me to wait outside the privacy field?"
Cassie shakes her head and motions her to sit down. "No, unless one of the others would like to you, I don't think that's necessary. Nara?"
Nara makes a show of considering things for a few moments. "I say yes to welcoming Miu'Kin as our new sister."
Cassie looks to Elyria. "What about you Elyria?"
"I say yes! Miu'Kin's a sweetheart and she can protect the children with all that Apuk ferocity where it counts? Sounds perfect for us." Elyria beams over at the other woman.
Cassie nods. "Well I see no reason to dissent from my sisters, I say yes. I think Miu'Kin will be a fine addition to our family. Tyler?"
All eyes now focus on Tyler who strokes his chin for a moment before smiling over at the lovely redhead, putting a shiver down her spine.
"I don't see why not. Miu'Kin, would you do me the honor of marrying me?"
To her credit, Miu'Kin, clearly a bit over stimulated, manages to squeak out a "Yes!" before she passes out, thankfully being caught by Matroika before she can hit the table.
"Heh, guess she got a little overexcited, not that I can blame her, getting to marry our hubby should be exciting!"
Caring Conquests apparently had people pass out frequently enough that a nurse was kept on staff, and Miu'Kin's back on her feet before too long, the shy beauty boldly taking Tyler's hand and nearly passing out again as the Sarkins head down to Caring Conquests' legal office and sit through another intense round of paperwork. True to Bey'Tor's word, the second round of Miu'Kin's fees for the matchmaking service are waived, and in what felt like no time at all, the Sarkins, plus one redhead, are standing on the sidewalk in the warm sunshine of a late morning on Serbow.
Tyler stretches before taking Miu'Kin's hand again. He'd decided that since it was theoretically her wedding day, he'd be giving her some special attention above and beyond what he tried to normally give his wives. They'd do a ceremony with the skipper back on the Tear of course, but for now... he gives Miu'Kin's hand a squeeze, savoring the warmth radiating from her as she looks over at him with a shy smile, clearly doing her best to suppress just how giddy she is about the whole thing.
"So Miu'Kin, since you're local to the capital, care to give us the tour?"
"I... I can do that! Yes! I'd love to! Anywhere in particular that any of you would like to go?"
Tyler pulls his communicator out. "Well we have a list we can go through and you can tell us what you-"
"Hey sir!"
Tyler looks up at a distinctly male voice calling out to him and finds a small group of Marines and sailors, many of them with their spouses, disembarking off an airbus. The man who'd called out to him, one of the senior petty officers from the squadron, races up and visibly resists saluting Tyler since they're out of uniform for once.
"What's up Petty Officer Tywin? Seems like quite a crowd."
Petty Officer First Class Scott Tywin nods. "Some of it's intentional, some of it's happenstance... this ad for this matchmaking service got sent out across the comm net an hour ago and a lot of us had been talking about adding Apuk gals to the family... hard to beat Caring Conquest's reputation from checking their reviews, a discount's just icing on the cake. We're also here to support Mark."
Tywin points to a man that Tyler recognizes as Mark "Tiger" Ayako, a Marine NCO and naval aircrewman.
"Oh? What's going on with Staff Sergeant Ayako?"
Tywin grins just as wide as he can. "Mark fell in love with the Apuk at first sight. Hell, at first description. Then he did some research and that was it. So we're something of a bachelor party and escort to make some Apuk girls extremely happy today. Not sure if they can shake out a battle princess from this joint, but I'm sure Mark would make any Apuk gal they match him with feel like a queen regardless."
"Hah." Tyler can't hold the laugh back. "How many girls is he intending to marry?"
"As many matches as come back good really. Plus one or two. There's a couple gals back on the Tear waiting for the Apuk to soften Mark up a bit before making their move themselves. So what brings you out here si- Oh."
Tywin looks twice at Miu'Kin and realizes it's not Nara or one of the other Sarkin girls.
"I take it you're a happy customer sir?"
"Something like that Tywin. This is Miu'Kin, my new wife."
Tywin nods cordially to Miu'Kin. "Pleasure to meet you ma'am, and congratulations to both of you on your wedding."
Miu'Kin bows her head slightly to Tywin, but keeps her peace, trying to hide a sudden bout of shyness beneath demure good manners, something Tyler suspects is part of her normal coping strategies.
Tywin looks over his shoulder at the group heading towards Caring Conquests, there was a small group of women lagging behind who were clearly Tywin’s own wives.
"Alright, gotta get back to the family! Enjoy the rest of your day boss!"
And in a flash the last of the small mob of Marines and sailors are inside as Tyler grins like a maniac.
"Hell just off that crowd I bet I'm going to get a very happy text from Bey'Tor. Seems like you're not the only happy blushing bride in the Capital city today Miu'Kin... and seems like the Tear is going to be getting a strong Apuk expat population."
Cassie chuckles into her wing. "At the rate things are going, Apuk might even equal or out number the Horchka. An interesting development for sure. Now... where should we be off to? Perhaps we could do a little shopping as well, to help Miu'Kin prepare for her move up to the Tear?"
Miu'Kin nods eagerly. "Oh that would be really lovely of you! I would quite enjoy company as I shop... and I must say I've ah. Never been to space before. Never mind made an extended trip to deep space or anything like that. So any of your experience you'd be willing to share with me, I'd greatly appreciate it."
"Of course, that's what family's for!" Cassie answers for the group, flexing her wings a bit and letting herself stretch, unintentionally emphasizing her gravid stomach... which lets loose a growl worthy of a grizzly bear. A blushing Cassie rests a hand on her stomach. "Oh dear. Seems I'm a bit peckish. Please excuse me."
Tyler shakes his head. "We haven't eaten anything but some snacks since this morning and you're eating for three dear, maybe we should all get some lunch. Miu'Kin? Care to recommend a local place?"
"Of course! One of my favorite places is actually nearby!"
Miu'Kin happily trots along, hand in hand with Tyler, and eventually points over at a building in the distance.
"That's the place!"
"Huh!" Tyler peers a bit closer with an axiom boost to his vision. "Well I'll be damned, looks like a tavern straight out of a roleplaying game mixed with a greasy spoon diner from back home. I love the look, the Apuk really nail some aesthetics that really appeal to me. That said... I can't read Cindertongue, Miu'Kin, what's the name of this place?"
"Oh! Sorry! It's 'Flame Charred With Love: Apuk Family Style Dining'!"
That got everyone's attention.
Cassie's wings ruffle just a bit. "Apuk family style cuisine? Ooh! That sounds lovely. As a fellow carnivore I know I enjoy Apuk food."
"Hell I'm down for any kind of home cooking. Nara says she isn't much of a cook but I've devoured every Apuk dish she's made me." Tyler notes, remembering some excellent meals.
"Bit rich for us omnivores sometimes, but I suppose that's what making a salad back in orbit is for." Matroika chuckles.
"Four carnivores in the family does make life hard when you like vegetables as more than a garnish, you're not wrong, darling."
Miu'Kin nods. "Well I'm a pretty good cook! I even know how to cook with vegetables. Just give me your favorite recipes! Between Nara and I we'll keep everyone fed! I think you'll like this place though, it's Apuk home cooking just like Mama..."
Miu'Kin freezes dead in her tracks as she reaches for the door.
"...Oh no."
"What's wrong, honey?"
The term of endearment melts Miu'Kin just a bit as she tries to compose herself.
"I eat here so often that I kinda spaced why I eat here. My uh. My mother owns this place, she's usually on shift. Some of my sisters and other mothers work here too, you could call it a family business. Working at the diner as a waitress was my first job."
Tyler shrugs. "So? This is good, I was hoping to get a chance to meet your mother at least before we left the planet."
"Sure, but I just... it. Okay. If you're sure. It can. Family."
Miu'Kin looks into Tyler's eyes, and finding only reassurance and a smile there, takes a second to steel herself and pushes through the heavy wooden door to the jingle of a bell.
"Come on in folks, we got a table ready just for you!"
An older Apuk woman with silver in her red hair and smile lines carved into her caramel skin calls out from where she's tending a spit in the middle of the mostly open kitchen, a smile on her face big enough that you could probably see it from orbit if she went outside. Then she actually looks to see who had just come through her door.
"Oh! Hey sweetie! Who are your fri-" The woman, Miu'Kin's mother it seemed, eyes actually focus on Tyler properly now, and drop down to where Miu'Kin's still firmly holding Tyler's hand. "-riends?"
Miu'Kin swallows loudly. "Uhm, Mom. This is my new husband, Tyler, and his other wives."
For a second. One brief second. Every noise in the restaurant ceased.
The live fish in the tank, clearly marked as food, stopped moving.
A waitress nearly dropped a plate.
Diners looked up from the booths.
Deeper in the kitchen, a few other older Apuk women, presumably sister wives or sisters of Miu'Kin's mother, all stick their heads out to see what in the shell is happening.
Then all hell breaks loose in the way only a family with up to a hundred odd mothers-in-law can.
First Last

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex) Marcus is content to stay inside you after you both orgasm, but when he finally slips out of you, he grabs a warm washcloth to sweetly clean you up so you don’t have to do the awkward walk to the bathroom. When you do get up to pee, he’ll find your panties for you in the sheets at the bottom of the bed, just in case you want to wear them while you sleep. If he’s planning a special evening, he’ll fill up the bath with steaming hot water in advance, and lead you to the tub afterwards for soothing warmth and soft kisses and caresses. He knows he’s big, so he’s always concerned about whether you’re in discomfort after sex, and he’ll offer extra cuddles and soft strokes over your entrance if you’re feeling sore. If you’re at his house, he keeps an extra blanket in his bedroom to throw over you before you fall asleep, because he sleeps warm but knows you get chilly. And of course, he sleep-cuddles with you all night long, making you feel safe and secure.
B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s) First, your hands. He loves holding your hand, playing with it, feeling that connection with you. He is fascinated with how tiny your hands are compared to his, and you love how he holds your hand during mundane everyday moments, like walking to dinner, riding the metro, or simply sitting together on the couch while you read or watch TV. He loves your skin in general, how soft you are, how good you smell. He softly rubs his fingers over you when you cuddle together on his couch, like you are his source of comfort. But he is also a boob man, and nothing gets him going like seeing a glimpse of your cleavage or a taut nipple through thin fabric. The first time he took your bra off, he couldn’t stop holding you in his big hands, thumbing your nipples, suckling your soft skin. If you are going on a special date, you’ll purposefully wear a shirt or dress that shows off your chest, then tease him when he flushes stealing glances at you.
C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically) Marcus is all about intimacy, so he loves finishing inside you. At first you used condoms, but after getting tested, you both agreed to go without, and the first time he was able to cum in you without any barrier, he was so turned on by the feeling of filling you with his cum, he got hard again before even pulling out. You love giving him an intimate lingam massage, and at the last moment, when you see him start to pulse, take him into your mouth and swallow as he cums down your throat. He almost passed out the first time he experienced this with you, and now it’s your favorite way to make him feel special. But, for everyday intimacy, he still loves finishing in you and staying inside to savor your tight warmth, gently stroking and kissing all the soft parts of you he can reach.
D = Drunk (what they’re like when they’ve been drinking) Believe it or not, Marcus gets even MORE affectionate when he’s been drinking. If you’re home, he’s pulling you onto his lap and whispering sweet adorations in your ear while his hands stroke your arms and legs and ass. If you’re in public, his hand is running up your leg under the table, and in the backseat of the taxi, he’s slowly making his way up your thigh and teasing you over your panties until you are holding back whimpers, gripping his wrists and closing your eyes in pleasure. He never gets so sloppy drunk he needs help, but he’ll have a few extra drinks if he knows he gets to take you home and make sweet, tipsy love to you for the rest of the night.
E = Emergency Situations (what they’re like in an emergency) I mean, he’s an FBI agent. You’ve never felt safer than when you’re sleeping in his arms. He hates having to bring his gun on dates, but you assure him you understand, and you secretly feel a little better knowing he’s prepared if anything goes south. And he looks hot wearing it. The first time he came to your apartment, he checked your locks and alarms (with your permission) to make sure you were safe. He has some quirks, like never sitting with his back to a doorway, or silently checking out every person who walks in the room, but you understand it’s a part of his training. You feel safe walking with him through the streets of D.C. at night, and you often suggest walking back to either your or his apartment instead of taking the metro or a taxi. You both love these moments together walking hand in hand through the city, sometimes in silence, just enjoying each others’ presence.
F = Favorite position (this goes without saying) This man loves missionary because it allows him to be close to your sweet face, but there is nothing boring about it. He thinks like both an artist and a cop, so he's going to pay close attention to your moans of pleasure and how your body responds to his touches. He'll take his time stroking and building your desire with his hands and mouth, and then when you are absolutely aching for him, he’ll cage you in his strong biceps and slowly, sweetly, inch by inch, fill you completely, your hands gripping his muscular arms and back as he stretches you. And when he finally starts moving, his big hands stroking your hair and face, he’ll use his tongue to do to your mouth what his cock is doing to you elsewhere, until you lose yourself in pleasure in his arms.
G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.) Marcus is definitely more sweet than goofy, but he does like tickling you out of nowhere on the couch or in bed in the mornings, because he knows it leads to more touching and soft kisses and sex. During sex, he is usually too worried about making sure you feel good and safe to joke around too much, but he can laugh when things go wrong, like accidentally leaning on your hair or an awkward position change. Or that time you got a little excited and spilled the red wine sitting on the side table all over the bed. (Oops!)
H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.) Judging by his well-groomed head and facial hair, you guessed he would also be well-groomed below, and you were right. Not bare, but closely trimmed. It made his dick look even bigger. As if he needed it.
I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect) Marcus believes intimacy starts long before sex. He’ll cook for you, give you massages, and tell you all the things he loves about your body as he notices them. At first, it’s a little hard for you to accept, because you’re not used to hearing what someone loves about you, but you soon realize he wears his heart on his sleeve, and you learn to appreciate how openly he adores you. You give him compliments, soft touches, head scritches, and splurge on his favorite bakery treats as a way to make him feel loved, too. And by the time you are in bed, the world-shattering orgasms you share are the natural progression of your intimacy.
J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon) Marcus would prefer to cum in you, not kleenex, so he doesn’t jack-off very often any more. If its been a while since he’s been able to see you, he’ll gladly engage in mutual Facetime sex with you. It’s especially hot if you’re both in hotel rooms. Oh, and that one time you texted him that picture, and he had to shut his office door and quickly stroke himself to completion so he didn’t walk into his next meeting with an erection.
K = Kink (one or more of their kinks) You suggested once that Marcus stay in his suit, complete with badge and gun, and slowly undress you, until you were fully nude. You sat on his lap, and being able to hold you naked against him while he remained fully clothed uncovered a slight domination kink he never knew he had. It was still important to him he didn’t hurt you, but you encouraged him to touch and explore you, and by the time he finally took out his cock, you were both on the verge of cumming as soon as he slid into you. He also loves cockwarming, because it satisfies his need for intimacy and closeness. He’ll cuddle in behind you in bed and slide himself inside you, and you love feeling full and warm and safe. Or, sometimes he’ll stay on his back while you sleep on his body, chest to chest, and he’ll put his arms around you while you sleep with his cock buried deep inside you. You especially love when you wake up in the middle of the night to his sleepy moans and the feel of him growing hard inside you.
L = Location (favorite places to do the do) Definitely his bedroom. He takes pride in having created a bed worth fucking in: high thread count sheets, down pillows, soft, gray-toned bedding, flattering lighting, candles, and a very sturdy headboard. He loves seducing you on the sofa or in the kitchen, then leading you by the hand to his bedroom, and falling into the luxurious bed with you. His side table always has lube, and other sweet, sensual enhancements. And of course, his master bathroom is elegant and warm, with a tray for washcloths next to the sink, and thick, fluffy towels outside the bathtub and glass shower. It’s his favorite place to spend hours and hours with you, and some Sundays, he only gets up to answer the food delivery driver at the front door, or to grab more wine.
M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going) Marcus is motivated by love and how much he adores you. He expresses himself through touch and sex, so just spending time with you puts him in the mood. He loves your hair, your eyes, the way you lean into his soft caresses and use his belly or biceps as a warm pillow. When you lovingly scratch his back and stroke his scalp? Forget about it. Instant erection. And whether you are dressed for comfort or for going out, he loves your style and is turned on by the thought of being lucky enough to be with the most beautiful woman in the room. But, don’t even get him started on lingerie. His first erection was seeing a Victoria’s Secret catalog on the kitchen table as a boy, and he’s never gotten over the titillating thrill of lace, satin, and shyly exposed curves. He has a degree in Art History, and definitely has an eye for beauty and sensual experiences. He buys you panties and chemises to keep at his place, and on special occasions, spends all evening fantasizing about what you’re wearing underneath, and just how you’ll disrobe for him later. (You love surprising him with a merry widow, garters, and thigh highs in his favorite color.) In fact, given the chance, he’ll try to convince you to let him undress you before you even have a chance to go out for the night, and just stay in.
N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs) Degradation is off the table, as well as anything that hurts you. He’s nervous to leave a mark. And you’ve asked him to explore light choking, but he’s just not there yet.
O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.) Marcus is a pleaser, and his love language is ‘touch’, so he prefers to give, and his oral game is off the charts. He starts by kissing and caressing your whole body, so you’re completely warmed up and tingling before he even reaches your center. He loves focusing on you and hearing your moans and sighs of pleasure, and the way you say his name over and over, like a prayer, when you’re close to cumming. You’ve felt like you nearly passed out a few times, just from the intensity of the orgasms he gives you. (And as a bonus, it’s a little easier for his large member to slide in afterwards.) As far as receiving, you’ve finally convinced him you also get turned on when he finishes in your mouth, but what he really loves is the attention you pay to his body: the feel of your hands on his thick thighs, kissing your way down his neck and chest and belly trail, using your hands and mouth together to massage and suck his cock and sensitive head. And if he does come in your mouth, he enjoys the intimacy of you swallowing, if you’re up for it. He especially loves when you slide your thumb firmly up his cock after he finishes, emptying the last bits of cum from him, licking the head to get every last drop. And then gently cleaning him with a washcloth in the warm candlelight. He looks at you with such love in his eyes, and reaches for you, pulling you tightly against him.
P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.) In the dictionary next to ‘slow and sensuous’, there is a picture of Marcus. His preference is to spend hours and hours in bed with you, incorporating soft music, candles, wine, oils, and adoration of your body, bringing you to the edge with his tongue and hands, then plunging you over the edge when he thrusts into you. In fact, sometimes you just want it hard and fast, but it’s foreign to him. Why take 20 minutes when you can take 2 hours? You know to keep your Saturday evenings and Sunday mornings open for Marcus and his love of sensuality.
Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.) Marcus likes to make a fuss, so quickies go against everything in his heart. He’ll do it to please you, such as if you only have a little while before dinner, or if you are feeling stressed or in pain and need a release. But he doesn’t really initiate them.
R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.) Listen. Marcus is all about risk. It’s why he became an FBI Agent, and why he enjoys the cat-and-mouse game that comes with chasing art thieves. He has never had an idea he didn’t act on, no matter how inappropriate or impetuous. So when it comes to sex, he’s more than willing to introduce some risk, as long as you are not going to be hurt. Sex in the evidence room? Fuck yeah. He’ll teach you about the art while he fingers you next to a priceless statue. Role playing FBI Agent and sexy art thief? Oh yeah, he’s down for that, and knows exactly what to do with you once he catches you. You plan to give him fur-lined handcuffs for his birthday, just so he feels more secure about not hurting you. And you can’t wait.
S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?) The great thing about Marcus Pike is he knows sex is more than just penetration. He usually is good for two rounds before he needs time to recover, but that doesn’t mean you are only going to experience a round or two. When it comes to giving you pleasure and making you feel adored, his stamina is endless. He’s always ready to caress and kiss and stroke you, massage you, feed you sensuous bites of the special meal he’s made for you, and stay awake until you are satiated.
T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?) His side drawer has a few little goodies you never expected, like nipple tingle cream (he loves applying it!), oils for massaging your back, thighs, and ass when you have stressful days, and a heavy feather pillow to put under your hips, raising you into the perfect position to take him as deeply as possible. You recently stashed a silk scarf in the drawer, and he’s open to you trying it on him, this time. Perfect for heightening the lingam massage experience. He’s not opposed to battery toys, but he’ll wait for you to suggest it, because he’s not sure what you’d like, and he wants you to enjoy it.
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease) Marcus wears his heart on his sleeve a little too openly to be a tease, but the exception is when he incorporates his love for art into foreplay by painting your semi-nude portrait. You’ll never forget the first time he showed you his home studio; you had no idea he was an artist, but his talent inspired his art history degree and career, and he softly asks you, while stroking your bare arm with the back of his fingers, if you’d be willing to pose for him. You nod in agreement, swallowing nervously. He chooses what you’re (barely) wearing, and keeps you warm with a heater while he sketches and paints. Every now and then, he’ll stop to just admire you, and when you self-consciously ask him, “What??” he smiles and says, “Just making some decisions, sweetheart.” Or, “Just admiring the most beautiful art I’ve ever seen.” But he won’t let you see the painting until he’s finished, and it takes several sessions. No matter what, he won’t budge. You didn’t know he had it in him to say “No” to you! But when he finally unveils your portrait, it was worth the wait.
V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.) Marcus isn’t very loud, but what he lacks in volume, he makes up for with expressive words of adoration and sensuality. He’s usually whispering to you, rather than loudly moaning, but you love his voice in your ear, urging you to orgasm with his words, tongue, and cock. And when he stops talking and uses his mouth to kiss and lick your ear? Instant cum button.
W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character) Marcus has been married 3 times. No kids, though.
X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes) He stays in shape running, and is proud of his muscular legs. As he’s gotten older, he has a soft little tummy you love, and both his belly and his broad shoulders are perfect for your head when you’re cuddling on the couch. As far as his cock, he’s above average in both length and girth, so he takes extra care to make sure you are wet and soft before sliding inside you. In fact, after the first time you had sex with him multiple times in one night, you were bleeding a little bit the next morning, just due to how stretched you were inside by his huge erect cock. He felt terrible, but you assured him it didn’t hurt, due to not having many nerve endings up there. But, he is now mindful to ask if you’re okay before starting another round, and you have to assure him it’s always worth it.
Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?) High. Sky high. International Space Station high. He can’t get enough of you. It doesn’t matter whether you’re in a fancy gown, comfy yoga pants and t-shirt, or sexy lingerie: he wants you.
Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards) Marcus never falls asleep first, if he can help it. Sometimes when you’ve given him a lingam massage and warm washcloth cleanup, he struggles, and you are quick to whisper in his ear it’s okay to fall asleep, his arms around you, using your breasts he loves so much as his favorite pillow. But usually he stays awake to make sure you’re not shivering from cold or uncomfortable in any way, and only falls asleep when he hears your breathing soften and slow down, and your body relax into his cuddling embrace. Usually the last thing you remember is his soft kiss against your temple. But first to wake up? Always you. Sometimes you wake him up by stroking his hardening cock, sometimes with gentle kisses on his face, and sometimes with soft fingers stroking the fair away from his peacefully sleeping face. He’ll gladly stay awake after you if it means he gets to wake up to your gentle ministrations.

My phone number was compromised about a month ago and the hacker got access to all my personal info including my personal accounts and financial information. It took me a LOT of effort to get my number back, restore everything, and file a police complaint after factory resetting my phone due to any chance of hidden phishing software. I thought everything was okay now but my number got stolen again today and the hacker is trying to steal my money like they did last time. I have called the mobile carrier several times but this keeps happening and the carrier representatives keep changing everytime I call them and they don't understand the severity of my situation. What should I do? I have no idea how the hacker keeps transferring my number back to their phone! Please, any advice will be appreciated! I have already filed a complaint but the police won't take it seriously either and I can't change this number because it is associated with too many crucial accounts. I just want to know how they can keep stealing my number after every security measure I took so it won't happen again. Is there any place I can seek help legally or professionally since the police won't do anything about it? The hacker is adding my bank cards to their wallet as I type this post.

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A message to the subreddit.
Hello. I am aware that this sub-reddit knows me as Negative_Oil_1601. The truth is that, for a very long amount of time, I have been Poignob. I am creating this post because of the uncomfortable amount of negativity on our Discord, as well as on this sub-reddit.
Look, I like this sub-reddit. I'd like to talk with you all candidly, and respectfuly - please hear me out, and let me talk with you all in a loving way.
As I stated earlier in this post, I am Poignob. I created my first trolling accounts to help combat what I saw as the lowering of intelligence on the sub-reddit. Regardless of what was the popular opinion at the time, I knew that I needed to speak up - if others didn't, I needed to be the person to.
I steadily made my arguments, I chose the flairs I thought were appropriate, and I steadily completed each mission. For me, I viewed each day as a mission, one that had to be completed with the utmost perfection. I was accused of various things, and labeled various things. But, I chose to keep going as I completed my mission. The truth is that, various users, like RandomUser1520 or Ed_Durr talked to me in such precisely minimalist ways. The moderators did not want to speak with me, or even acknowledge me as a good person like them - this, unfortunately, is what made me feel even sadder.
I chose to create a expedition, a great expedition of spreading ideologies. I felt happiness and satisfaction, pretty much every time I informed people of my ideological prowess. It felt so good, and so... I kept doing it!
This expedition, this great journey continued. Inevitably, and as I expected, the other well-known moderators chose to delete my comments. Soon enough, they chose to delete my posts. I felt weird, actually - it all felt so weird, I didn't even think I did anything "wrong" or "inappropriate". It felt like the moderators were at war with the users.
As I lurked for a few days, uncharacteristically not posting or commenting... I watched as the moderators took down other people's comments. They took down comments, they banned people, they threw so many tomatoes at everyone. This then inspired a user, who I don't actually know personally, to counter this all. The name Sachin became well-known as he epically critiqued the moderation tactics he saw.
As Sachin continued to speak up, and explain his positions on the moderation tactics, he was silenced immediately. It was as if one of those Japanese animated women had been humiliated with a tentacle.
TolkienJustice was a person I considered to be a great friend, and a great ally. I felt bad about the whole silencing of Sachin, and I felt the need to speak up about it, in a friendly way. I then messaged him and asked about the whole ordeal. Unfortunately, this is where things took a bizarre turn, actually. I was met with various replies in the PMs, each of which made.. little sense- these messages sounded almost authoritarian-like, and it made me feel uncomfortable. These messages espoused the beliefs and characteristics of various right-wing politicians, such as Maxime Bernier or, at strangest, Doug Mastriano.
I felt uncomfortable about this, and told a few people about it. Unfortunately, I couldn't convince anyone to believe me, and my old Sony Vio camera wasn't working quite as good. But nonetheless, I respect TolkienJustice and wish him well.
Later, this same sort of incident happened with Ed_Durr, who I also really respect, and I wish him well. He messaged me, and labeled me various things I found bizarre and fascinating. To this day, I believe the mod elections were rigged and that he took part in rigging the mod elections. It is fascinating to think about the ways in which it happened - also, I'd like to state that proof and evidence will be coming soon. I need to gather the evidence of it, and its taken me several months and I'm close to completing the evidence.
Alright... I think I've explained what I must. I'll fast forward this a bit, now.
Later on, many people came along, and tried to troll. Unfortunately, they all failed to realize that I was completing a serious mission. I wanted to explain ideologies to people, and to make them feel what I feel when I discuss ideologies. For the record, I consider myself a Epistemological Anarchist. I value high-quality, intellectual discussions. It makes me feel so, so good to discuss these things with people.
The truth is that, I'm actually a very nice person. I show respect to people all the time, and I've shown a lot of respect to you all. You know, I even came up the name of the sub-reddit, and made it just for you. I think this means that we're all okay, we're all fine and everybody is fine, and as we keep moving forward from this we can keep discussing politics and ideologies. We're all okay, we can keep having fun talking about these great things.
I am Poignob, I respect you all, and I apologize for any confusions or miscalculations by others and I. Please hear me out, and let's have a kind, respectful discussion. I suffer from a few mental health issues, but please don't believe that I'm evil or something like that - I like you all, take care!
/s (This post is a joke, and you got Negative'd!)

If you decide to read this long post, please note that this is a very sensitive subject and that I am heart-broken, ashamed, and lost. I have been considering behavioral euthanasia for my 3-year-old Malinois for the past 6 months. I took in a puppy for foster back in March 2020 because shelter space was at capacity, and I had free time since I was remote. After a few weeks I decided to keep the puppy, whose name is now Tito. I had no idea what a Belgian Malinois was, but I quickly realized that he wasn't an ordinary pup. I sought out a working dog trainer local to me and we started doing daily boarding and 1-1 training sessions. My trainer has five Malinois (all in various sports such as Schutzhund/IPO and PSA) and she quickly noted that he was VERY nervy and was showing signs of fear-based aggression. Granted, he was a puppy, so I didn't think much of it at the time. I began learning about obedience, and the world of dog sport via LEERBURG, and took several classes on their website for conditioning, reactivity, and competitive heeling. I went headfirst into the world of dog training and sport, and quite honestly fell in love with it. My trainer said that although Tito was a nervous wreck, he didn't have enough drive for sport, but he had too much drive for a pet home. Nonetheless, I stayed consistent with training each day. I noticed a drastic change in behavior at around the 14 month mark. When I would get together with friends, Tito was OK (for the most part) when around their dogs. He would be slightly nippy, trying to herd them but no aggression or fear present. He became explosively reactive when around the same dogs so I took him to the Vet to get checked and rule out any health/medical issues. NO medical issues - so what's next? I told my trainer and she recommended that although it MAY not make a difference, we could try neutering. All of her dogs are intact and she usually advises against it but it was worth a shot. I was back and forth on the idea, until one day he got hold of one of our two cats and drew a little bit of blood (failed to mention that we have two cats in the home that he would chase). I have to manage him both outside of the home, and inside the home at all times. If he isn't in a place command, on the dogpacer treadmill getting his physical needs met, or eating, he is crated. After he attacked one of our cats, I decided to move forward with the neuter. No change. We began a behavior modification program with trazadone and Clomipramine. The trazadone was sedating but it didn't really help much else, while after about 6 months we did see a slight change with the Clomipramine ($250/month I might add). Tito's reactivity got so bad at one point, that he redirected on both my leg, and my fiancé's several times to where he punctured, drew blood, and eventually scarred our legs. Shame on us for not muzzling him from the get-go but you live, and you learn... Aside from being dog reactive, and redirecting on us during walks, he never showed aggression towards people UNTIL the 2-year mark.
INCIDENT #1: My fiancé and I were walking the dogs and had one of our friends who we were expecting waiting outside of our house. We greeted her, the dogs were neutral, and we all walked into the home together. I started prepping the dog's dinner while our friend was taking her shoes off at the entry way. Tito darted from the kitchen, straight to the entryway, and bit our friend's wrist. Thankfully he bit her watch, but it still punctured her wrist and scarred.
INCIDENT #2: A few months went by, and we had my fiancé's cousin and her friend staying with us for the weekend. We made it a point to keep Tito on our second floor, crated if they were around to avoid any potential events. I had him on a leash, muzzled, ready to take him outside for a walk when I said hi to the two girls staying with us. Tito didn't flinch and was neutral which was an unexpected surprise. While muzzled, we walked through the kitchen, and I decided to reward his neutrality with some treats. I then gave my fiancé's cousin and friend some freeze dried, and they fed him through the muzzle. At this point, I felt comfortable (shame on me) and I sat down on the couch and removed Tito's muzzle. The friend still had some treats and fed him - no issue. All was fine up until she stood up, to which he bit her wrist, drawing blood. Not severe by any means, but yet again I put another person in danger because of my naivety.
INCIDENT #3: This next attack was our tipping point as his bites have progressively gotten worse with each event. I was working in my office and had my golden doodle, and Tito next to me with the door closed. My fiance let me know that our friend (same friend was incident #1) was coming over WITH her 8 year old son. I told her that I would crate both the dogs upstairs while they were over to avoid any issues. I walked out of the office and closed the door so the dogs couldn't see our guests. I was chatting with our friend, and hanging out with her son while we waited for dinner to be done. I fell asleep on the couch (it was a 10 hour work day), and napped for about an hour with the dogs still inside the office. My fiancé didn't want to wake me since she knew I was exhausted, so she leashed both dogs and took them outside to go potty. The 8 year old was on his iPad in the living room while his mom was in the bathroom. My fiancé took the boys to the top of the stairs to get back into our house and had them in a sit-stay command to re-attach their leashes before entering our house through the kitchen. Tito broke command and my fiancé could not get his leash attached in time. Before you know it he pushes the door into the kitchen open and is running full speed to get to me (also has separation anxiety and needs to be near me at all times). In order to get to me on the couch however, he needs to pass the kitchen. As he is running through the kitchen, our friend's son is holding his iPad. Now, he knows that Tito had previously bit his mother, so he was TERRIFIED when he saw him running towards us. The son started screaming, with his hands in the air which at this point I woke up, jumping off the couch. Tito turned back around, and as he did the son threw his iPad at Tito. Tito latched onto the boy's thigh, biting him. Thankfully, as soon as he made contact, he immediately let go but the damage was already done. I picked up our friend's son, took him to the tub to clean/disinfect the bite which had two puncture marks (worse than any previous bite). We took him to the ER and thankfully the doctor said that it wasn't too bad and that it should heal in about a week or so. My fiancé and I were devasted. This poor boy was now traumatized due to our recklessness and inability to manage our reactive dog. My fiancé came into this relationship with (1) dog, while I had Tito and our golden doodle. She didn't sign up to live on eggshells and I commend her for all of her support BUT I feel TERRIBLE that now none of her friends feel safe coming to our home. I spent about two weeks researching behavioral euthanasia and we were committed to moving forward with it in February of this year - until the guilt set in. A few months past, no incidents, until about Mid-March. INCIDENT #4: I already mentioned that I had Tito and our golden doodle (name is Archie) before I met my fiance. She already had a 7 year old Lab/Pit Mix named Jasmine so thankfully we were able to get all three dogs to peacefully co-exist (for the most part). Jasmine is an "old soul" and doesn't like any sudden movements or play while she's around - she has her quirks. I was letting all three dogs out in the backyard one afternoon (this was late March of this year), and decided to play fetch with Archie (golden doodle). Jasmine was waiting by the door to get back into the house as I threw the ball for Archie. In order to get to the ball, he had to run past Jasmine. Archie knows exactly how she would react, so he slowed down, and tip toed past her to safely get to the ball. In that moment, Jasmine turned around and attacked Archie, pinning him to the ground. As I am trying to remove Jasmine off of Archie, Tito comes in from left field and attacks Jasmine. All of this happened within a second and I didn't realize that there was any serious damage until we were in the house much later. Jasmine had a three-inch laceration on her under belly, exposing the muscle with the skin/fur nowhere in sight. We immediately rushed her to the ER to which she ended up having to get 14 stitches. For the record, she is fine now but still a terrifying sight. Yet another tipping point, but we still held off on BE.
INCIDENT #5: On Friday night (two days ago), I was letting the dogs out. Now let me preface by saying that the house we live in is a multi-family home where we live on the 2nd/3rd floor, while the first floor is its own apartment/unit. My fiancé's brother, his girlfriend, and their dog actually occupy this space, so we typically text each other when one of us needs to let the dogs out. We always make sure that the backyard is cleared before letting our dogs out to avoid any potential conflict/injury. I shot over a text and let them know that I would be in the backyard (it is about 10:30 pm, and it's DARK). Her brother acknowledged, and I even made a joke about how Tito was crazy because he spotted a rat in our backyard and chased it to the garage. All of a sudden, I hear their backdoor open and their dog Bronny comes towards us in a full sprint. The brother's girlfriend didn't know we were in the yard, as he told her right when she was opening the door. At this point it was too late. Bronnie and Tito have NEVER met aside from smelling each other's markings in the yard when the other isn't present. Before I could even visually spot Bronny (dark, brindle coat), Tito had his teeth around Bronny's neck. I was able to pry Tito's mouth off him, to which Bronny ran inside their apartment, however Tito followed suit. He got a hold of him AGAIN and I had to pry his teeth off, and sort of nudge Bronny away while I got a good grip on Tito (had no collar on so I had to get a good grip on his scruff). Bronny had peed all over himself, scared shitless. I took the boys upstairs to their crates, and came back down to check on him. The punctures weren't too deep and they said they would take him to the vet. I FEEL AWFUL. Although I gave them a warning that we were in the yard, it is my responsibility to keep everyone safe from our dog. Bronny, who is typically a very rambunctious, silly dog, turned on me earlier today when I said hi in the backyard by myself. He tried to bite me, and the brother had to pull him off. I am responsible for this dog's pain, fear, and trauma. Turns out Bronny's neck had swelled up, creating an abyss. They just got back from the vet, and he needed to be sedated so that they could drain the fluid. I feel so much shame and guilt and don't know if I could live with this happening AGAIN.
What more can I do? - Training, training, training, every single day (making sure his physical needs are met along with adequate mental stimulation) - Worked with several trainers, all of which concluded that this is just who he is - Lots of LOVE, PLAY, and more LOVE - Prong collar (no longer using as it makes his reactivity worse) - E-Collar (no longer using as it only amplifies his redirection) - Behavior modification in conjunction with medication - Has a daily routine and is given jobs
I don't know what else I can do - how can I continue to justify keeping him alive? He is my soul-dog, my best friend, my boy. He has so much love for us and can be the most amazing dog - until he isn't. He would be the greatest dog if it wasn't for his reactivity but what can you do? These were the cards we were dealt. I quite honestly believe that it all comes down to genetics and it is a uphill battle every day. Whoever decided to breed and produce Tito and his litter mates is a backyard breeding POS.
It kills me that I took in this sweet puppy, did everything I possibly could to give him a great life, and it still wasn't enough. It kills me that I am so irresponsible and selfish, that I decided to keep him alive after each and every bite incident. I feel so bad for my fiancé as she knows how hard this decision is for me and yet after everything that has happened, continues to support my decision to keep him alive despite all the pain he has caused us. I can't continue to make excuses for my dog. I can't keep walking on eggshells in my own home, putting the safety of our cats, other dogs, and neighbors at risk because I LOVE MY DOG. My love can't make him a stable, neutral dog.
The thought of taking him to the vet, watching him lay on a metal table breaks my heart. Having him look me in the eyes as he takes his last breath, thinking that we'll leave to go home any minute, brings me to tears. How could I fail this loving boy who would do ANYTHING for me? How can I walk out of the vet clinic with only a leash and no dog looking up at me like I am their whole entire world? This isn't fair. We will be booking an appointment for next Sunday. I plan on taking PTO from work next Friday and Monday so that we can have one last incredible weekend together.
If you have any ideas of how we can make the most of our time, please share. This is going to be the hardest decision of my life and I am not ready to lose my best friend. Thank you for listening.

So 6 years ago I met this guy who really liked me. But I friendzoned him for 2 years because I really loved him but I knew I wasn't ready for a relationship and I didn't wanted to lose him. He was waiting patiently and always letting me know that he loved me. After this 2 years I finally confessed my love to him. Turns out I still was not ready for a relationship. At first everything was great I was happiest person alive but then I don't know what kind of devil took control over my body but I started treating him VERY badly and we broke up. I have never regretted anything more in my life. 4 years have passed since than and I still can't move on. I have apologized to him two times but never asked for getting back together because it would be so shameless of me. Now I am suffering and I know I deserve it but how more can i take? For this years I have never even looked or think about another boy. I fell like I lost the ability to love others and only love him. PLEASE. HELP. I dont know what should i do to move on i cant live like this forever. I really want to talk to him but I can't say anything after all this time. I am just lost. I think i deserve it, but I want to end this suffering.

I went into a suburban mall piercing shop to get my 3 navel rings changed to circular bead barbells (usually wouldn't go to one of these places but I was just getting jewellery changed, don't come for me lol). Obviously I had to lie down with the piercer in the vicinity of my stomach/hips. He was having a little bit of trouble getting the bead in one of them (which is fine, they're tricky little shits, that's why I got someone to do it for me), but he kept moving his elbow down and down until it was straight up grinding my fly into my dick.
I know that sounds like some ridiculous porn scenario, but I promise it wasn't remotely sexy or even comfortable - It was weird and awkward and kinda hurt (metal zip on tdick, not amazing lol). I couldn't tell if he knew what he was doing or not, if he noticed, if he was doing it on purpose... He was asking me my plans for the weekend and then about my nieces and stuff, seemingly completely oblivious to what he was touching. And with his elbow too, not his hand, so I mean, he could've just been having to position his arms that way and thought he just hadn't hit my dick yet (assuming I was cis) so thought it was probably fine? Piercers, tattooists, even hairdressers etc sometimes accidentally touch you in places they weren't meaning to, and it's kinda understood that this sometimes happens and you don't really mention it coz it's awkward. But also, I feel like his whole elbow was so far down my crotch that, had I been cis, he most definitely would've been rubbing elbows with an entire penis. Balls too - It was way down there!
It was so weird and awkward and I still feel weird about it. Like did he clock me? Was he trying to touch my dick and play it off like an accident but had to keep going lower and lower coz he was like 'where is the dick?' If he had felt a dick would he have been like 'oh whoops! That's a dick!' and pulled his arm away, but he didn't coz he didn't feel anything and thought he was still just touching my hip or something? What the fuck just happened??

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Hello. First, sorry if the tittle is wrong, it's my first time posting. Second, sorry for any mistake, not a native speaker.
Well, the one in the tittle is actually the second and the las threesome we've ever had. The first one was with a girl that we found through tinder, invited her home, had fun, she left and everybody was happy. We tried this because my GF is bisexual, and I've never been on a threesome before and thought it was going to be fun. It was about 1 year ago.
Some weeks ago, we were talking and decided to try that again, the first part was similar, tinder, home, had fun, but this girl spent the night with us. All three of us were going to sleep in the same bed, I was in the middle. Every body said goodnight. But before I got to sleep, the other girl (noty gf) starts to take my hand and touch me like she wants some more. I try (with little effort) to wake my GF 3 times, but she doesn't notices it. I don't know how or why, but stupid me doesn't stop what is happening and at one point the other girl and I are starting to have sex. Again, stupid me didn't stop it even though I knew my GF was aware of what was happening by now.
Moving forward to the next morning, the other girl leaves and I feel awful for what happened, and of course my GF feels even worse because our deal with threesomes was "together or nothing". Basically we both feel what happened was cheating, like breaking a boundary we had.
We live together (now sleeping on different rooms), were planning on moving to another country by the end of this year, and I know that she feels betrayed and devastated. She is considering ending the relationship and that is the last thing I want because she is everything to me, she is by far the best person I know and I've never been happier with anybody else, and I know she was also very happy in the relationship (we even talk about getting married at some point)
I'm not here asking if what I did was right or wrong, because it was wrong and awful, and I don't wanna do anything remotely similar to that ever again.
So, I'm asking: what can I do to keep this relationship going? I don't wanna lose what we had. I know it'll never be the same, but I think it can be better somehow. This was about 3 days ago, for context.
TL;DR: had a threesome, then started having sex with the other girl, now my relationship is holding by a thread.

I've tripped 4 or 5 times now, and I'm realizing that besides the very first time, I have I incorporated weed into each of my trips after waiting for hours to feel something.
Back in the winter I took 4.3 g of PE I ordered from a reputable Canadian site, and after ~4 hours I was barely feeling anything - a touch of wooziness, some nausea, but the most consistent feeling was boredom. I finally caved and hit my vape to at least have a bit of fun with it and within a minute I was experiencing an intense and euphoric trip, but it still felt surprisingly tame considering how potent PE is supposed to be.
The thing is that I'm not really crazy about always mixing THC because I find that it takes me out of the experience a bit, I wind up feeling somewhat detached and numb.
The only time I tripped without THC was my first trip, which was last year on 1.5G of PE and it was mind blowing. But ever since then it feels like I wait and wait around to feel the shrooms and I just feel uncomfortable and bored until I get high.
Was I just impatient? It feels like after 4 hours with that kind of dosage I should have been melting. I am planning another trip in a couple weeks and I really don't want to rely on weed to make it happen.

Quiet stable nerd seeks same Hi I'm Jake! I'm 35 from colorado
I'm a IT ManagePrincipal engineer for work, I have a master's in networking and security, and have been doing it forever. I love it.
I was married once before, COVID divorce. No kids. I am open to having them or not, not leaning either way.
Finding people is hard when you wfh, the apps don't really work for me, I know I have a lot to offer, but I also have high functioning autism, so it makes it hard to meet new people and get to the point where they look through the weird tall dude and get to know me. I'm a normal person but I can come off as awkward sometimes, I just miss social queues.
I have the rest of my life figured out I'd guess all considering, I kept the house and the cars, but unless I find someone in Denver, I will probably rent it out. That's right, I can move to you if we hit it off!
I'm told I'm funny, status quo something comes out of my mouth and people laugh. Sometimes I even do it on purpose.
As far as what I do in my off time, I'm a big nature guy, anything outdoors is great. I've been snowboarding for my entire life. I'm an engineer even when I'm not working, so I'm building things and fixing. I like to do home projects.I have a big garden, I also do woodworking and make my own beer, which is always well received. I'm into wine if beer is not your thing too! As I said, nerd, so pretty much all over the board, pun intended ( I did say I was funny? ), star was to RPGs and beyond.
As far as what I'm looking for, I want someone caring who is willing to understand that I'm a bit different. I am a non linear thinker so I do not approach the world like most people. Ideally patient and kind and a nature lover too.
I really actually have no requirements, other than be willing to grow and build a life. As far as age, I'm not so concerned about it, I know I'm smack dab in the middle of a lot of people's ranges.
Please no scammers.

my mother is almost 60 and weights 80lb or less (she mentions this a lot like she's proud of it?), she only eats one meal a day, most days it's not even a meal or doesn't eat at all. i can hear her stomach growling so loudly and when i ask if she wants me to make her something or mention she should eat something or something like that she just says she's not hungry yet her stomach is screaming at her to eat. i've even asked if she's told her doctor about this and she was like "no he'd get mad at me.", like hello, listen to your doctor please and get healthy. she is often telling my sister to lose weight (which yes, my sister is overweight and her doctor has told her she needs to lose weight) however, i do not want my sister doing it the unhealthy way that my mother does and idk what to even do about this and i'm pretty sure all of my family is aware of her not eating because i have overheard them talk about it and nobody is doing anything. one day we were at my aunties house and my mom and aunties were talking and one of my aunties mention it was because my grandma died (over 4 or so years ago)? i should probably also mention that my mom won't eat but she will drink alcohol and smoke a lot (like every few minutes is another smoke). i just don't know what to do, i'm scared that her unhealthy lifestyle is going to kill her or something... she is also very stubborn and set in her ways so idk what to do