Hi! i'm a Brazilian living here in the US. Send me your best movie recommendation. i'm a big fan of harry potter movie/s and i'm into anime too. for me nothing beats a good relaxing nighty with a good movie. i always love to talk about this kinds of topics maybe we can spend the night chatting and maybe make a movie bucket list
my top 3 movies are Harry potter. Lord of the ring and Cast away. Hmu if your interested :)

Just recently I started writing again but I didn't have any motivation to do it. I didn't trick myself with candy or music or complex malware programs that harvested my data in exchange for locking my computer down for a hour to force myself to write. Nor did I do any games or competitions with other writers to make me write.
I realized that after I wrote nearly 3,000 words in a hour without doing this that I might have been writing wrong. I think some call this "buckling down and just doing it" and I'm afraid that means my work should be deleted cause I didn't do any extra steps to writing.
What do you think?

Long story short, when me and my girl have sex, it sometimes causes cuts or nicks close to the entrance of her vagina, specifically the bottom of it. We have had this issue for a while now and gotten doctor advice, however even following the doctor’s advice it still happens. I’m not sure what it is. At first I used to think it was my pubic stubble that would nick her, but even after a Brazilian wax, it still happens. My only guess is that the base of my penis, the girthiest part where it meets the scrotum, causes too much friction or tears her. I suggested we use lube but she gets super wet either way and isn’t a fan of lube. My size is 7” long with a girth of 5.75” for reference

This was actually pretty mellow for one of my dreams since I have frequent nightmares. I was napping mid day when it happened.
I got a job at a general store near a river. It mostly sold unique drinks and snacks. I had only been working there for about a week, but I enjoyed it. One day the owner (an old man) comes up to me. He mentions that the place isn’t making enough sales. He said he was likely going to shut it down and to start looking for a new job. This was distressing to me, because I was broke and liked the new job I had. Once my shift was over I went down to the river, and for some reason I wished to save the store. Suddenly there was a flash and I was in the same spot, but different. Some things around were missing or not there before. I went to the store, and the whole strip of stores were different now.
The store I had been working at was now a diner. For some reason, the diner was in a house rather than a business building. I saw people I don’t know as well as my mother, working to serve a few tables. For some reason I went into the garage to discover it was converted into a kitchen. My mother didn’t recognize me, and everything looked retro, like I’d gone into the past. I got asked why I walked into the kitchen, and in a panic, claimed I thought it was an office, and that I was looking for a job. The women in the kitchen looked sad before responding, then told me the diner would shut down soon. They said their most popular dish was one with a local fish that was hard to catch. I was told if I could catch any to sell they would pay me well and be very grateful.
Not knowing what else to do now that I was suddenly in the past, I went to the river. I tried to wish to go home and I heard the river say “You can’t go home until you save the store”. At this point I figured yeah that river is probably evil and this is dumb. Still I asked to join some people on a large boat to fish. They accepted and even had fishing supplies they’d allow me to use. We went down the river for a long time as I tried to catch some fish. I could see the fish following us, but every time I tried to catch one they’d eat the bait, hook and all. A few kids aboard the boat told me if I wanted to catch that type of fish I was doing it wrong. They told me I had to go into the water and use my arm as bait. I didn’t want to do that. Soon though the boat began to sink. I tried to escape but got sucked down with the boat. I passed out and when I came to the kids from the boat were telling me we had to catch a train.
The rest of the dream I was trying to catch up to the kids as they rushed to a rural train stop in the woods near the river. I never caught up and saw them get on the train without me. No clue where the train was for but it left and I was left lost in the woods. Then I woke up.

For me this usually starts off with a life story, about a woman (aka me) on a Friday or Saturday night pondering on life as it is. Wondering why at 32 years old, I’m sitting at home, alone & pretty f*cking lonely. Instead it’s a Monday night, after a busy day at work & leg day at the gym trying to stop myself staring every minute at my gym crush.
I’ve become so content in my own company where my norm is taking myself out on dinner dates, spending a stupid amount of time at the gym & scrolling mindlessly through reddit or even dare I say it, tik tok.
Don’t get me wrong, I have friends who are basically family, a small group, a loyal group, people I probably couldn’t live with out, I also have a loving family, however I’ve always felt there’s one thing missing, that thing being my person, my “one true love” hahaha. As corny & sappy as that sounds I suppose it’s what I desire the most.
What I’ve found difficult though is finding another that is on the same page, that I vibe with, that I can just talk to endlessly about anything without it really feeling like a chore. You know the type of connection where your heart skips a beat, you get excited to hear from them & you can’t wait to share nearly every aspect of your life.
The problem I face on a regular basis though is trying to date in a pool of men who are either way out of my league, living on the other side of world or just wanting to dip their d into a moist v.
So here I am… again. Single & ready to find someone to do life with, so if you’re actually interested in taking the plunge, then read on to find out a little about me.
I’m 32 Living in Sydney, Australia. Born in New Zealand. I work full time. I decided I was sick of being miserable & hating on myself… so nearly a year ago, I decided I was going to start walking every day, which I have mostly done (except when covid knocked me about), I eventually joined a gym & realised I didn’t hate it as much as I thought I did. I’ve lost a decent amount of weight, but still thiccc af haha (I’m working on it) I love to travel & have booked a trip for the end of the year. I game here & there & for the first time this year, I’ve been doing things a little out of my comfort zone, building confidence in myself & living life a little differently.
I’m happy… for the first time ever, so I’d love to share that with another.
So if you’re keen on getting to know one another, keen on dealing with my sarcasm & satire & ready to share everything there is about you over dinner, then message me :)
https://imgur.com/a/Z7wZYUB

I want to get married, at least i think i do but when i imagine myself with a husband i cant imagine any kind of man who would like me.
When i was younger i used to really like boys, but at 16 i met a group of bous who were very mean, they laughed at me, called me out on my weight (i used to be fat) and i think that broke the bind between me and the opposite sex. Now thank God I've met some wonderful guys (although they are not husband material for me) whom have shown me that wonderful men do exists around me. But still i cant imagine a man being in love with me, i guess i still have wounds to heal.

OK so I have a history of anxiety disorder /panic attacks. Recently it's manifested itself in a way where I feel like I could hurt someone. I don't want to hurt anyone but the thoughts are intense. They spiral with my anxiety and flow through my brain at a speed of 1000 miles a hour
Some examples are: when I'm near a sharp object, thoughts of stabbing people When I'm near someone : thoughts of choking them
I do not enjoy these thoughts at all and they're incredibly anxiety driving /fear provoking. I'm just screed shit less because when they come on they feel like Compulsions and leave me in a disorientated/frozen state. They tend to last about as long as the anxiety attack itself and then they go again.
I also have ocd with other things. For example the other day I visited the kitchen 20 times in a row just to make sure I wouldn't actually hurt anyone. Ive booked in to see a psychiatrist but it's a 4 month wait Ssris made everything way worse for me.
Could anyone please help? :(

I, (F) have been spending a lot of time with a guy I met playing games online. It’s been about two months, nearing three. It started off really casual but eventually he started to ask me to play games every night. Nothing crazy, just friends that enjoy playing games together.
For the past few weeks though we’ve been voice chatting every night, we still play games but he had begun asking questions to get to know me. We’ve gotten to know each other quite a bit, and I feel really comfortable with him, but he sometimes feels wary about getting closer to me or trusting me. He seems interested in everything I have to say, and genuinely seems like he wants to get to know me. Otherwise, he’s very funny and kind and we have a lot of fun talking and playing games together.
Sometimes it seems like he’s subtly flirting with me (only when we’re not in the presence of our other friends), but it’s so subtle it’s hard to tell. The only indicator for my oblivious self is that sometimes he’ll follow up a cheeky comment with a ‘;)’.
I’m starting to like him romantically, but am not sure if he just sees us as friends or isn’t sure if I feel the same so is being cautious about his approach. We’ve seen eachothers faces, call eachother by our real names and have a very playful teasing ‘friendship’ currently. He picks on me a lot but it’s playful, and I do it back and it seems to be a running dynamic between us. I’m too scared to be more direct in fear I will make him uncomfortable and ruin our friendship.
Help? :(

Hello everyone, me and my sister are going to visit Bilbao this week and I was hoping to get some Info about the basque culture and do's/dont's.
Is it easy to get around when speaking english?
What is the Public Transport like? What is the best Ticket when visiting for 5 days?
Also, what is partying like in Bilbao? Are there any Clubs with electronic music? Where are the locals going?
If you have any other suggestions for food, must see places, I would love to hear them,, but there are already a lot of threads about that in this subreddit.
For reference we are both from germany, between 22-25 years old and will stay near the old town.

How do you respond when students ask your age? Maybe this is merely cultural differences that I need to adjust to, but it honestly makes me uncomfortable when students ask me my age, particularly because it is usually men asking when they're hitting on me. I always answer the question honestly and ask them the same question. But I was wondering if anyone else has a clever way of how to handle this question.

Hey all, Looking for some urgent help and relief. I have gastro. Whenever I am sick, fevered, or have muscle aches- my vagina hurts horribly. Like horribly horribly. I can handle the GI symptoms but this is breaking me. I’m sitting on a pillow, on an ice pack, with Tylenol and Advil on board. But like- can’t sit still, nearly crying kinda acute pain. I have my usual day to day pain that I can manage pretty well, but right now it’s unreal. It usually gets bad when I’m sick, and I have a daycare toddler so I’ve had a few more viruses then usual. Please help me with some suggestions for quick temporary relief. Help! Thanks people of Reddit.

OK so I have a history of anxiety disorder /panic attacks. Recently it's manifested itself in a way where I feel like I could hurt someone. I don't want to hurt anyone but the thoughts are intense. They spiral with my anxiety and flow through my brain at a speed of 1000 miles a hour
Some examples are: when I'm near a sharp object, thoughts of stabbing people When I'm near someone : thoughts of choking them
I do not enjoy these thoughts at all and they're incredibly anxiety driving /fear provoking. I'm just screed shit less because when they come on they feel like Compulsions and leave me in a disorientated/frozen state. They tend to last about as long as the anxiety attack itself and then they go again.
I also have ocd with other things. For example the other day I visited the kitchen 20 times in a row just to make sure I wouldn't actually hurt anyone. Ive booked in to see a psychiatrist but it's a 4 month wait Ssris made everything way worse for me.
Could anyone please help? :(

OK so I have a history of anxiety disorder /panic attacks. Recently it's manifested itself in a way where I feel like I could hurt someone. I don't want to hurt anyone but the thoughts are intense. They spiral with my anxiety and flow through my brain at a speed of 1000 miles a hour
Some examples are: when I'm near a sharp object, thoughts of stabbing people When I'm near someone : thoughts of choking them
I do not enjoy these thoughts at all and they're incredibly anxiety driving /fear provoking. I'm just screed shit less because when they come on they feel like Compulsions and leave me in a disorientated/frozen state. They tend to last about as long as the anxiety attack itself and then they go again.
I also have ocd with other things. For example the other day I visited the kitchen 20 times in a row just to make sure I wouldn't actually hurt anyone. Ive booked in to see a psychiatrist but it's a 4 month wait Ssris made everything way worse for me.
Could anyone please help? :(

I 20f live with my mom 60f and my dad 62m. My dad and I get along great, no issues there. However, I am almost positive my mom is a narcissist. When discussing my mom with my therapist, he also guessed narcissism. For a little background information, my mom was a software engineer for Lockheed for about a decade. One day she quit her job (as the sole money maker in my family) without talking to anyone, even my dad. She left that 6 figure job for a minimum wage job as a cook at a convent. (She is extremely Catholic to the point where it runs our lives despite my dad and I not being religious) I work an almost minimum wage part time job. Lately I’ve been doing a lot of overtime and working nearly full time. Even working that much, my checks are about $900 every two weeks. Recently, my mom decided she’s gonna charge me rent and decided (without consulting my dad) that she’ll be charging me $2000 a month. Again, I don’t even make that in a month… She says if I don’t like the arrangement, I can move out. I currently don’t drive because I have horrible depth perception which makes driving very difficult and I don’t have a car. I live within walking distance of my job.
I think this has to be some sort of financial abuse or something. Advice or any input are greatly appreciated!

Some of y’all may remember that time when I had that date with the dude that I had met on that other group, how we connected really well through texts and emails, and how, when we finally met face-to-face in March, my gut started making a big fuss in trying to dissuade me from him.
A bit of time had passed since I informed him that while I was available for friendship, I was not available for dating (at least not with him). And a big part of that was that he had only been divorced for 7 months, which was certainly not long enough time for the dust to settle, and that I had no desire to be a rebound.
For the most part, he respected that, though he did confess that he was hoping that I was open to something more than just friendship. And for the most part he allowed me my space.
Mind you, up until not too long ago, I was thinking that this was simply a case of the right person but the wrong time. However, given the messages I received today, I’m reconsidering the “right person” bit.
You see, in the series of messages I received today, he mentioned the challenges dealing with his ex that caused him to lose respect for her.
And from that I realized that had I been open to pursuing a relationship with this dude, I would have undoubtedly been sucked into this messiness, especially when their children are still underage. (The older of the 2 is 18.) No way in hell do I ever want to be involved in a relationship where the children are not adults, especially when there’s drama going on with the ex. I don’t need that entanglement.
Well, it gets even “better.”
Because we met on that other sub, I assumed that he was in his 50s. And when he asked if I had any issues dating younger men, I thought he was somewhere around 10 years younger than me and 13 at the max. He wouldn’t tell me how much younger he was, and when he told me his birthday, he purposely (by his admission) omitted the year, which I thought was rather odd.
Anyhow, today I decided to snoop on his Facebook (where he recently added me as a friend), and was shocked to see that he was not even 50, even though we met in a group for folks over 50. In fact, he was 17 1/2 years younger than me. What’s even more disturbing (to me at least) was that there was a smaller age gap between him and my daughter than there was one between him and me.
That’s turned me off even more, and I’m peeved with myself for having allowed myself to get emotionally invested in him.
I have not responded to his last message simply for the fact I did not have the bandwidth. And I really don’t know if I want to communicate with someone who was misleading, even if by omission, his actual age.
(And in the meantime, his social media posts suggest that he’s desperate to fill the void in his life that was created by his divorce, where I’m suspecting…though I cannot be 100% certain…that he was the “blindsided” one.)
Right now I’m weighing my choices: ghosting or blocking.

OK so I have a history of anxiety disorder /panic attacks. Recently it's manifested itself in a way where I feel like I could hurt someone. I don't want to hurt anyone but the thoughts are intense. They spiral with my anxiety and flow through my brain at a speed of 1000 miles a hour
Some examples are: when I'm near a sharp object, thoughts of stabbing people When I'm near someone : thoughts of choking them
I do not enjoy these thoughts at all and they're incredibly anxiety driving /fear provoking. I'm just screed shit less because when they come on they feel like Compulsions and leave me in a disorientated/frozen state. They tend to last about as long as the anxiety attack itself and then they go again.
I also have ocd with other things. For example the other day I visited the kitchen 20 times in a row just to make sure I wouldn't actually hurt anyone. Ive booked in to see a psychiatrist but it's a 4 month wait Ssris made everything way worse for me.
Could anyone please help? :(

Hello, I first would like to precise that English is not my first language and that I’m really tired so please, bear with me.
When I was about 4 or 5, I (now 17F) was raped by my BILs for the first time. I remember really clearly of what happened and I won’t get too graphic but, basically, one raped me while the other one was maintaining me still and punching me whenever I would try to move or cry. At the time, I was severely abused by my father and his wife and when I finally told my dad of what was going on (about a year or so later), he basically beat the shit outta me saying stuff like « I know you liked it anyway you whore » and the situation only got worse. Now, nearly 15 years after the abuse, I recovered from everything except the rape. I’m a bisexual and while I can go all the way with women, when I even start thinking about intercourse with a man, I start shaking and crying. And at the same time, I can’t say no to a man asking for it because I fear that he might hit me or just rape me. I don’t wanna live like this forever and therapy didn’t really made me do any progress, so do you have any advice on how to heal and get better?

Grimm returned with an armful of items and got to work. He poured black powder on the ground, forming a large circle, then made an outer ring around the black circle with white powder. He set a handful of items into the inner circle: an hourglass, a ceramic jar filled with rice wine, and a scrap of parchment. He gestured to Benvolio and Walter, having them each stand, positioned like the points of a triangle outside of the outer circle.
“Whatever you do, do not cross into or damage the circle, it can release her spirit.” Grimm spoke solemnly.
Grimm untied the small skull from his belt. He began to recite words which initially sounded like gibberish to Walter. However, after a few seconds of lag, the enchantment on Walter interpreted the words.
“Spirit of the great mage Andromeda Chronos, we request your counsel. Come to us in the light of the stars and the light of the moonlight. We have prepared a drink for you and parchment for your thoughts. We request your presence to venture from the underworld and let your spirit visit us in the land of the living. We seek thy wisdom, oh great and powerful mage.” As Grimm spoke the timber of his voice changed and his voice lowered from its natural baritone to an otherworldly bass.
The cool spring air plummeted in temperature, to the chill of winter. Walter could see his breath. Steam rose off Benvolio’s’ scales. The ground shook, and the campfire they lit began to dim. In fact, the interior of the summoning circle seemed to darken, devoid of the light cast by the fire, the stars, or other sources. The hourglass levitated into the air, turned so the sand was on top, and then landed back on the ground. The ceramic jar lifted into the air, was emptied into the void of darkness, then fell with a light thud. Then, what could only be described as an energy in the air, made its presence known.
Walter’s stomach tensed with anxiety. After Grimm’s warnings he could only imagine what terrible entity might appear. From the darkness appeared a silvery specter. She was small in stature, somewhere between three and four feet tall. Her body was thin, bony. Her spectral clothes appeared to be a comfortable frock and sensible shoes. There was a cane at her side. Her mouth opened in a wide grin, revealing rows of sharp teeth. Her face was flat, and her ears were pointy. A small pair of spectacles sat perched at the edge of her nose. Her hair was hastily gathered up in a messy tangle on the top of her head.
“Well, hello there.” Her voice was gravelly, but her tone musical. She smiled. Despite her vicious-looking teeth, her expression was surprisingly matronly. Oddly enough, she vaguely reminded Walter of his mother.
“Greetings, oh great mage. I am Benvolio, son of Bellissima of the Ashen Mountains. I am honored to make your acquaintance.” Benvolio lowered his snout and curled his tail in front of his body, as though moving an arm in front of oneself when bowing.
“Ah, one of Bellissima’s hatchlings, how delightful.” Andromeda clapped her spectral hands together. “Your mother was a very good friend of mine. Oh, we used to plot such shenanigans. I remember one time a group of ogres tried to intimidate some of the folks in my village. They assumed that because we goblins are small that we are defenseless creatures. You should have seen their expressions when I struck one of them dead with a lightning bolt.” She paused, breaking out into a gleeful cackle. After a minute of laughing to herself, she slapped her knee and wiped away a tear of laughter. “They were most startled indeed, frozen in fear. Then I summoned Bellissima, climbed upon her back and the two of us chased them for a good five or so leagues.”
“Andromeda, if I may be so bold, we require information from you.” Benvolio spoke, hoping to direct the conversation to the matter at hand.
“Ah yes, everyone always wants to learn how to cast my spells or know my fig nut bread recipe. Normally I do not divulge such precious secrets, but as your mother was a dear friend, I suppose I shall oblige your request.” Andromeda smiled.
“Thank you, great mage.” Benvolio replied.
“Well then, grab some parchment and a quill, it starts off with about a handful of chopped nuts, and three handfuls of dried figs.” Andromeda proceeded to rattle off her fig nut bread recipe. Benvolio and the others tried to stop her from speaking but every time they tried to stop her, she would continue as though she didn’t hear them. Walter’s eyes drifted to the hourglass, watching the sands slide down to the bottom. There was still time, but it was limited “And that, dearies, is how you bring warmth and flavor to your home with the alchemy of the humble fig.”
“Excuse me.” Walter spoke up. Andromeda’s eyes darted to him, she raised an eyebrow and tilted her head, the mop of hair on her head shifting as she did so. “My name is Walter. Thank you for the recipe. I would very much like to make it for my daughter and grandson back home. For you see, I seem to have stumbled into a strange land far from my own world, and I would very much like to return to my family. Do you have children or grandchildren, Andromeda?”
“Alas, no, I was always too preoccupied with my work to fuss with things like marriage or children. However, I have a godson, Sirris. The poor lad grew up with nothing really, but he had the talent. I enjoyed mentoring him in my twilight years, before I passed. He and Bellissima were my two best students. I recall the heartache I felt when my dear Bellissima was slain by some arrogant humans with enchanted weapons—curse the artificer who armed them. It is unbearable to be parted from your dear ones. I will help you get home to see your family, but first, speaking of my godson, has anyone here heard of my dear young Sirris?”
“He is the Dark Lord of Bythica, he has conquered all seven kingdoms of the northern continent. He is feared and reviled amongst men, one of the greatest evils our world has ever known.” Grimm responded.
“Good for him!” Andromeda smiled. “Such an ambitious boy, I am overjoyed to hear of his triumphs since my passing.” Andromeda clapped her hands together. Grimm’s face showed visible displeasure at the reaction. “Now, back to business, how can I assist with Walter’s return?”
“Great mage, your spell, Locus Cordis. My mother cast it on me the day she was slain. I was whisked away to another land. I was there for a time before the magic brought me back home. I believe the world I was sent to is the same as Walter’s world, it seems no coincidence, then, that a gateway opened, and Walter stumbled into our world.”
“That is certainly no coincidence,” Andromeda confirmed. “Of the portal spells, only Sirris showed a talent for the more difficult spells to create portals to precise gateways. There is Tempus et spatium, but that is not a targeted spell. It sends an individual through time and space for a few months, but it is rather random. I suspect past lives, or some manner of the like, may have something to do with it, but I never did get conclusive results when testing said spell. But Locus Cordis, the words of which are from the language of another world, translates roughly to ‘the place of the heart’. The spell searches across worlds and galaxies until it finds deep emotional connection between the being it is cast on and another entity.”
“Ah yes,” The corners of Benvolio’s mouth turned up in a sad smile. “That is why I was taken to where I was. Loss of a parent. My path crossed with a girl in Illinois who had lost her mother.” Upon these words Walter looked up. Walter reached for his backpack and began to rummage through it. His grandson, Sam, had a habit of stuffing things into his bag. Walter reached into his bag and pulled out a musty, dilapidated old stuffed animal, the shape no longer recognizable. Walter remembered playing with it himself when he was little. However, he could never figure out what sort of animal it was supposed to have been, as it had been in the family for decades. It had been his mother’s prized possession long ago. She had named it Benny after some cherished pet she had. It. Couldn’t. Be.
“Benvolio, does the name Samantha mean anything to you?” Walter asked. Benvolio straightened, his wings extending.
“How do you know that name?” Benvolio asked, intrigued and hopeful. A sad smile washed over Walter’s face.
“It’s my mother’s name,” Walter explained. “My daughter Beth named her son Sam in honor of her.” Walter held up the dilapidated stuffed animal his grandson left in his bag. The red color had faded over the decades, the stuffing falling out of one side. “And I think, just maybe, this thing used to look like a dragon, and she named it Benny after you.”

I’m trying to negotiate a return from a guitar I bought on eBay that was listed as “used” and in the description it said “like new” and that it had been professionally set up.
I had a number of issues when I received the guitar:

• It was poorly packaged (soft case wrapped in bubble wrap) and shipped with full tension.
• The fretboard was dirty. The seller claims it’s not that bad, but I play near daily and none of my guitars have this buildup.
• The strings were really old and sticky.
• There was a ding on the body just below the sound hole.
• There’s a crack where the neck meets the body. This one is the doozy for me. He swears his “luthier” says it’s fine. But it was not in the description.

All of this together really frustrates me. But he’s essentially promised he’ll contest the return and then keep both the guitar and my money. “So what do you want to do?”
So, my questions: Has anyone had a situation like this on EBay? How did it resolve? Am I making a big deal of nothing? It seems like a big deal.
Some photos: https://imgur.com/a/Rc8fWCX

This is currently happening. Hope everyone is safe, I'm sure the news will pick it up very soon as the firefighters are there now. I have videos, I'm also sure videos will surface too soon. All my friends are busy right now so yes I'm telling the subreddit about this. But we are safe!