Been lurking this sub for a while! Thought I'd finally leave a post (on a throwaway, just to be safe).
So currently, I (20) live with my mom, my two younger brothers, and our two cats. I don't know if my mom qualifies as truly being an nparent, she just comes off as pathetic to me. Anyway, I'm the result of a teen pregnancy and as such, my entire life has been completely unstable and really unfair. We all used to live with my ndad, but he was extremely verbally and mentally abusive to everyone around him, especially my mom and myself. They'd argue a lot and he'd run off in a hurry, and my mom would turn to me to be her emotional support. My memory of my entire childhood gets hazier by the day (repression is doing its wonders), but I do remember that my mom would sometimes leave with him to help him with his body building shows without telling me. This often left me to fend for myself and act as a sort of parent to my brothers. The only thing I remember from this is the absolute fear and dread of everything. My mom had this mentality that the world outside is scary and there's kidnappers in every corner, and my grandma would turn this up to 11 by going on and on about how there's rapists everywhere and they all want me specifically and that my only safety is at home. Due to this, I've grown up extremely sheltered and feel very powerless.
Skip some years and in 2016, my mom made the grand decision to move me and my brothers all to live with my grandma to get away from my dad. Her decision was SUPER rash, as we basically moved out within the same day as the pair had an argument (the argument was over me making a joke to my dad. He asked me to put a plate into the sink and I jokingly said,"I didn't sign up to be a slave". He immediately followed up with "I didn't sign up for you to be born"). At my grandma's house, everything was somehow worse. With my mom's decision, we had basically lost everything. All my toys at the time were gone (I was 13 and had an entire collection of littlest pet shop toys that I loved dearly. All gone except for 1 I hold onto to this day), half my clothes were gone, we were essentially 1 step up from being homeless (living with grandma), and we didn't even have a washing machine. My mom had to keep spraying our clothes with Tide Febreze spray, because she didn't even have enough quarters for the laundromat. The entire ordeal sucked. It wasn't helping that my grandma was absolutely god-awful.
EVERYTHING I did was wrong. I didn't microwave food correctly ("you're too messy"), I couldn't get cold water correctly ("you're lazy for not putting the water jug in the freezer!"), can't eat correctly ("you act like you never ate before!"), can't use the shower correctly ("you get water everywhere"), can't do anything right. My mom was still using me as a therapist, complaining about how wrong her life had gone. We had a cat at this point and he was my last fragment of sanity. I came home (ha... "home") one day and my mom had gotten rid of the cat while I was away because she KNEW I'd freak out if I saw her do it. I couldn't even say goodbye, and my grandma's first reaction to my crying was to mock me and laugh about how the cat probably died (fortunately he didn't, he was put into a shelter and he was adopted by an old lady within a week). At some point I completely broke and started screaming about how much I wanted to die, and my grandma's response was to mock me for it. She told me that she'd help me kill myself if I was so serious, talking about how she'd get a rope and tie it just for me. My mom even joined in, telling me she'd help me buy a gun so I can shoot myself. That entire scene is burned into my brain and it still really hurts.
Eventually we moved out and my mom finally took her spot as the antagonist of my life, because why not? Fortunately, this time period is way less eventful. Mostly just screaming, yelling, throwing me against a closet door and continuously throwing me back whenever I tried to walk away, her abusing the two new cats we adopted (we still have them now) and me yelling at her for it which immediately resulted in her throwing me to the ground and kicking me, her constantly calling me variations of "evil" and "mean" and "stupid", her calling me unlovable and telling me that no one will ever want to hang out with me just because I didn't like the fact that she was watching that old Ssoyoung mukbang youtube channel... Y'know! Uneventful! /s
She's finally chilled out in recent years and has become exceptionally clingy instead of outright abusive... Who am I kidding? Clinginess is just her being controlling and insecure. But I feel like I'm forced to just accept that this is the best she'll ever do. My grandma, though, is still horrendous. She got pregnant with my mom when she was 18 and I swear she never grew out of high school. Anything inconvenient is a personal attack, me wanting to be alone ever means I hate her altogether (happens often. I'm an introvert, have severe social anxiety, and am a massive loner), and if I don't do everything she says exactly as she wants me to in that exact moment, I'm evil. Just today, she said I'm exactly like my dad just because I didn't say "bye" to my brother who's leaving for 3 months to help our granduncle with his cleaning job. This same brother has ALSO said I'm exactly like my dad in the past because... I yelled at my mom for kicking one of our cats. Always evil, always bad, always a carbon copy of my dad, all for the most innocuous of things. I've had two therapists in the last couple years who I've been spilling all this to (first guy left the practice, hence why I had two), and I find it interesting that both of their reactions had spanned from very confused to very concerned whenever I tell these events. (I sure do wonder who's in the wrong here! /s)
I'm so tired of living here. I go to therapy every other week, and only in therapy did I learn that all of what my family has done to me is abuse, not love. Only in therapy did I learn that it's NOT normal for your family to insult you. It's not normal for your mom and grandma to make you their therapist, then treat you like dirt the moment you do something they don't like. It's not normal to be told that it's "greedy" to eat more than once a day and that you deserve to starve for running out of food (even though your mom only shops for groceries for 3 kids once every 2 weeks), leading to you to be VERY likely to develop an eating disorder in the near future. It's not normal for that same mother to then turn around and yell at you for not eating enough and tell everyone that you're anorexic, when she's the one who put you in this mess in the first place. It's not normal for your mom to fail to teach you essential life skills despite you asking repeatedly because you're "too young" and "have always been a little slow" but then immediately relent when someone else questions why you can't do said essential life skills (I couldn't do laundry until I was 18, I couldn't cook until I was 19, and I'm only set to get my driver's license now at 20). It's not normal to truly believe that you don't deserve compliments because you're too unlovable and anyone who says otherwise is lying, and it's not normal to treated like you're 10 one minute, but then be threatened to be kicked out the millisecond you do something wrong because, after all, "you're an adult!!". I'm always evil, never good. And it's only ever this family who says this, the couple friends I've managed to pull together say the exact opposite things about me. Isn't it funny how that works? Always horrible to the family, but everyone outside thinks you're great... It's not fair, man.
I'm really. Really tired. I'm currently in college full-time, living at home strictly to save money (it'd suck to move out and have to come back because student loan debt was worse than I thought). My brother (same one that insulted me), aunt, and grandma keep nagging for me to get a job and buy groceries for the family or pay rent because I'm a horrible selfish person or something (Surprisingly, this is one of the few things my mom backs me up on. She's completely fine with me focusing on college and tells everyone else to mind their business).
I can't work full-time while attending school, I could never handle the stress. I can only wait until I graduate, get a full-time job, save money, then leave. It also has to be in that exact rigid structure, I will freak out if it isn't (another problem I should probably get checked, hooray). I want to move to a state that's 2,300+ miles away (from Ohio to Washington). I've envisioned an entire life for myself there, complete with having my own found family. I don't need this family, I want one where people actually love and care about me. I want to get more therapy so I can properly heal. I want to get a dog, I want to be able to go outside without fear, I want to have lots of small pets who'll be properly cared for and loved. I've been questioning lately if I could even be trans, I want to find specialized therapy so I can safely explore this further. I want to change my name so I can sever my ties with this family. My name only gives me grief, I want a name that screams me. I want people who'd love me no matter who I turn out to be. I want people around who'd applaud my growth instead of downing me for never being good enough. I want people who are deserving of the me I've been trying to safeguard for so many years; a hypersensitive crybaby whose interests bounce around like ping pong and is in desperate need of a hug. I just want someone to care about me. And it's not fair that I don't have this. I didn't ask for this pain, all I did was be born. What did I do to deserve this?
TL;DR: I'm really really sick of dealing with my horribly toxic family. I can't explore myself as a person and despite being in therapy, can't truly heal since I'm stuck here. I can't drive, I'm really feeling trapped. I have dreams of moving far away and never coming back, but it still feels hopeless sometimes. I know it can't be, I know I can be free, but I can't do anything until I graduate college and save some money. Really sad about it. I'm really tired and want to go home, but home doesn't exist.

Helloo! Looking to meet new people to talk and vibe with. Ung nakakausap about everything and nothing, updates or go to person kung may gustong itry na bago or revisit something na luma.
Para lang same page tayo, end goal is something serious, but i dont want to rush into anything naman so go with the flow lang. G to swap pics agad to see if we're each other's type.
About me:
From QC, usually katipunan gumala
5'7, glasses, curly hair
Normal bmi, goes to the gym din
Sabi 7/10 daw on a good day, pero up to you to decide
Likes to drink, karaoke and rave if lumalabas, likes to binge tv series and movies and play games pag sa bahay lang
Pretty quick maging comfortable around others and g to talk about any topic
About you:
21+
Normal bmi din
From or near QC
Can hold a convo
If ur looking for the same thing, send an intro amd lets see where this goes

For a little bit of background I was diagnosed with MDD and anxiety when I was 13/14. I am now 24. It's been a never ending loop of emotions. Sometimes it's really good and I'll get overly excited during these times which many people don't understand. But when I have my downward spirals, it's hard. I know that nobody but myself can make me happy and I need to find things to distract myself with but it's really hard sometimes. I'm the happiest I've ever been in my life but I feel like my depression is holding me back. My wife brings it up sometimes and she asks if I'm okay but it's so hard for me to explain. My thoughts run a million miles an hour sometimes and I'll think about everything under the sun. Other times I just kind of zone out. And then sometimes I just feel like I don't belong here and that I might be better off if I ran my car into a tree going 120mph. And it hurts, because she knows I have depression but I don't know if she knows that the reason I make it home everyday is because of her and our dogs which is like our babies. They're my reasons. I want to be better not only for myself, but for her as well. I've been fighting with this for so long and therapy doesn't help much because I've had therapists tell me before that part of my depression is because I'm confused about my sexuality and being with a man wouldn't make me as depressed. I take Wellbutron 300mg. I feel like a need a higher dosage or something completely different. I took Zoloft and another medicine that I can't remember the name to anymore but I didn't like the way they made me feel. What hit me really hard is that my wife told me that she spoke to my mother the other day and was worried about if I was happy or not. My mother told her that I am the happiest that she has ever seen me and that I've always been depressed and in the past could tell that I wasn't happy with my life and she was concerned about if I'd end my life because of how bad off I was. My mother actually used to never believe in therapy and wouldn't take me to a therapist until I opened up about not wanting to be here anymore. Her and my wife keep up with if I took my medication or not, why I'm late, etc. I just feel like I should be better and I'm just so disappointed that I'm not. And honestly, I'm at a lost. I don't mean to ramble, but I seriously think something is wrong and that I've should've been "fixed" by now.

Started Zoloft about 2 months ago, taking 100mg every night. I feel like I’m me for the first time, I’m comfortable in my skin and my anxiety is hardly an issue anymore. I have an excitement for life. It’s been incredible
The only downside, it is near impossible for me to cum. Sometimes I am able to, but after an intense session of intercourse I would have to masturbate vigorously for maybe 10 minutes straight. Sometimes I can’t even cum whatsoever and it kind of sucks.
Is there any supplement I can take or anything I can do so I can achieve climax in a normal Time period?

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Hello all,
I'm having a hard time getting some real caked on dust off some models, I got them from my dad who left them sitting on top of a fridge for probably a year.
I've tried using a makeup brush with soft bristles but it doesn't seem to be enough. The ones that are only undercoated should be fine I guess I can just strip them, but I don't really want to strip the painted models, they have sentimental value to me. Anyone else dealt with this before or have any suggestions?
They've been painted with the citadel paints.

So I just finished my first full reread of TPOD and it felt like a night and day experience from the first time I read it nearly 12 years ago. Moments that stood out to me this time include Egwene's story - I genuinely loved the Aes Sedai politics and how she managed to grasp power for herself - and Rand's Seanchan campaign, I was genuinely nervous going into Chapter 24 where Rand pushes to Ebou Dar, knowing what happens with him at the end with Callandor.
I also had a revelation regarding the title of the book, I always thought it was a generic fantasy styled name and thought nothing of it. But it hit me that the major characters in this book are all walking a path lined of daggers where one small misstep will lead to danger. The different factions throughout the book that the main characters are dealing with really emodby this. Such a simple revelation, can't believe I didn't notice it sooner, especially considering the quotes at the front of the books.
It is amazing how a reread can enrich and open up your perspective of a book you may not have enjoyed as strongly the first time, not a new narrative on this sub I know, but just wanted to add my voice to that.

Hello everyone, I (18F) am traveling right now, and am on my way back home soon. I just broke up with my first boyfriend (he was my first everything), and I was honestly sort of semi-open to rebounds on my trip. The issue comes when I was hanging out with a girl (17F) that I met through a mutual hobby. She invited me to hang out and dance/drink with her friends in a park together, and so I went and got a little too messed up. I kissed her friend, but quickly realized that I was not into him so I turned him down and he was very respectful about it. I was still upset about kissing someone other than my ex, so the two girls (one of them being the one I kissed), went off to leave, and ended up talking about how it was okay that I was moving on from my ex boyfriend.
This is where it gets weird, I was alone with the girl since her friend had to leave, so we tried to get food and eventually started to make out. I was still very very drunk at this time, and she asked me how people kiss in a certain way, so I offered to show her and she accepted. It led to basically making out for half an hour, in a situation where I was drunk still and she was completely sober. It was okay, but I regret it even without what she said, so I was already feeling strange about it.
Today she texted me and said that she felt I forced her into it, and that she was uncomfortable but did not know how to say no. She also said she was trying to push me away a bit, but at the time she was kissing me back, so it confuses me that she was apparently doing that. Also that she did not know how to say no, and that it was sort of her fault she gave me the wrong idea, and that she regrets it.
The main part of why I am so thrown off, is that I asked her explicitly if she was okay with things I was doing, and she said yes. I specifically asked her for consent while we were kissing, and each time she said yes, and I was drunk and unable to realize that her yes was secretly a no??? She says she did not know how to say no, but I feel like since she was sober, there were many opportunities when I specifically asked her if I was ok or not to touch her or kiss her, where she said a clear yes. She is the third person I have ever kissed, first girl, and I don’t really know where to go from here.
I texted her in response that I regretted it but that I wished she said no when I asked her if it was okay, instead of being enthusiastic with kissing me and saying yes. I am so weirded out that I went past someone’s boundaries, but at the same time am sort of upset that she said yes to things and went along with it, especially with the parts she said she was uncomfortable with. I know for a fact I asked if it was okay to touch her, to which she said yes and she was touching me too, and I just feel so uncomfortable.
She knew I was very drunk the entire time as well, which just makes me feel even stranger personally, especially as I would assume that since she was completely sober, she could’ve said anything other than yes when I asked for her consent. If she had said something, anything, I would’ve stopped, I just can’t understand why she accepted my requests for consent and kept going with me if she felt the way she did this morning about it.
What do I do from this point? I regret it so much even without knowing that she felt like that (kissing anyone honestly so soon after my breakup), but now I regret it even more with her telling me she didn’t want it. I just can’t understand, since I asked for consent and got the green light. She seems to regret it too at the least, and I asked if she was okay/mentally stable after it and she says yes, it just weird me out.
Any advice would be appreciated, thank you for reading :(
TLDR: I drunkenly kissed a sober girl (3rd kiss in my life), and she feels I pressured her into doing uncomfortable things (touching her and kissing) after the fact. She says she did not know how to tell me no, but I feel upset because I specifically asked for consent multiple times, and do not know why she would say yes and then tell me I forced her into what we mutually (?) agreed to. Am so confused right now.

Two years ago, I accidentally stumbled upon a new coffee place, that was just opening. I have no idea what the address is, the only thing I know is that it was somewhere near the Tunnel, maybe close to Thámova Street or Eska, and there was a little olive tree potted outside of the entrance.
I haven't been able to find it since. Thanks for your help in advance!

Heyyy. Looking for someone who is not rushing things. We are strangers thats for sure but lets take things slow and get to know each other then decide if we can take it to the next level. By not rushing i meant, not asking yet for pictures, anything than can cause discomfort as i should say. Lets just give the basic info that we need then lets start from there. We cant hurry love nga ika nila so why not take things slow. Malay natin sulit pala :) Oh btw may kinda requirements lang ako or preference. Hindi naman siya physical attributes or what atleast naman pasok ka:
Hindi siguro 23 and below sa age Within manila or near metro manila. Height ( it doesnt matter) School (doesnt matter. Big 4 or hindi) Weight ( doesnt matter also)
A little bit about me: im from manila, 30years young,been single for 3 years already, former athlete, a bit of a gamer, loves animals, 5’10 in height and plus size:)
So if you are interested msg me pls :)
Oh no nsfw stuff pls Reposting
Dont msg if you are just bored

The 4th installation of the GooberSMP server will be the most exciting one yet, and we'd like you to join us for it!

For nearly 3 years, the GooberSMP experience has been built on the 3 C's:
Community, Creativity, and Chronic Back Pain
And 3 years later, the 3 C's are more prominent than ever, so we're excited to open up a brand new 1.20 season with all of these additions.
Features

• Vanillatweaks datapacks
• Weekly stat-based events
• 3D server map
• Minecraft -> Discord chat integration
• Custom cosmetic items
• 4000x4000 border that expands at 200 blocks/day
• Enthusiastic community ready to welcome new players

Showcase of builds from the start of season 2

And most importantly.. Season 4 starts today 6/10 at 23:00 UTC!

Join the discord to enter the GooberSMP experience!

Hello there. I am a 20 years old guy from Romania, Europe. Lately I felt lonely and I decided to try my shot here trying to find someone truly special to share my days with. Currently I am working a full time job and I live alone in my own appartment. I am looking for someone to starts things slowly, not rushing it. I would like to talk about our daily routine, work/school, share our days about what happened or how we feel or any random topic we have in our mind. I am open to a long distance relationship. I enjoy videocalls and voicecalls aswell.
Some infos about my personality:
I am an introverted, shy and emotional. As a person I am caring, loving and protective and I give all my attention to the loved ones to make sure they feel good.
My appearance is the next:
Slim body type, 190 cm tall (6'2), 80 kg (176 lbs), blondish hair and blue eyes. I am open to exchange pictures too.
My hobbies and interests include the followings:
- Learning about new cultures and languages. Currently I speak two languages on native level which include Hungarian and Romanian and I would like to learn about other languages and cultures.
- History. My favorite topic of history would be the middle age (Eastern European) and the two World Wars.
- Geography. All the mountains, seas, rivers, lakes which are surrounding us are so beautiful. Since I live in a mountain city I used to hike too on smaller mountains.
- Sports. Mostly I enjoy playing and watching football which I used to practice too before, but now only as a hobby. Other sports which I like are handball and waterpolo.
- Music. I like to listen mostly to everything related to rock music and rap music. But I am open to other music genres too and I would like to hear about your music taste too.
- Gaming. In my free time when I am off from work I play games on my PC on Steam. Maybe we could play some games too together if you are up for it.
- Movies and series. I don't watch them that much, but if it's a good movie or serie I would not turn it down.
- Youtube. I like to watch travelling videos mostly. I like travel videos because one day I would like to travel too around the World if I have the opportunity.
If you are considering to send me a DM, make a small introduction. Mostly I use Discord to chat, if you are ok we can move there, but Reddit chat is fine too.

I've played it again recently, and the humour, like it or not, is still pretty relevant to this day. It's not the best game in the series, though it has stuff that I really like and believe that if elements of it were in 4, 4 would be the best game in the series. I love each GTA individually based on their differences. 5 had better character interactions that made the world seem more seamless. I think though, with the way RDR2's world worked, we're likely getting an even better game world in 6. Los Santos isn't Liberty City, but LC felt big and oppressive; Los Santos feels fake and shallow, and that's exactly what they were going for. Gameplay-wise, yeah the shooting was far too arcadey; GTA 4 and RDR2, in my opinion, were much better in this regard. The shooting in 4 felt weighty, and you nearly felt every bullet and damage to the environment during shootouts; same with RDR2. 4 also gets extra points for you not having to kill every last thing you shoot at; I discovered that if you're careful enough, you can actually just wound enemies instead of outright killing them. The driving is pretty good in 5, definitely easier to stop myself from crashing and keep my car looking cool. I also love how each character has their own personal vehicle.
The story and characters:
The story is meant to be a black comedy; there's nothing wrong with that. It would be boring if they once again took on 4's angry take on modern America. Both storylines are good in what they offer, and that's simply two very very different experiences.
The opening robbery is just an absolute chef's kiss and an unusual move for Rockstar. Normally, all their games are about finding your footing, but the problem with the concept itself of the robbery is what leads to a later problem.
The characters of 5 are good, but not GREAT the way they should be. People argued that they're too shallow, only care about money, etc, as if there really needs to be some tragic story behind why the characters are the way they are. Did we forget that the game is about violent criminals? Why can't we just have Michael whose simply bored and miserable, or Trevor, who simply thrives on insanity?
Franklin is great as a concept, and what he does is great, but there's not nearly enough of it. Michael is the same, though I would argue that earlier on he gets slightly more than Franklin. Those two characters don't really get to shine properly until 2/3 of the story after Trevor comes to LS. Trevor was done perfectly. It was bad-tasted, chaotic, straight to the point, and exactly the right way to introduce him. His entire introduction in the desert is what Franklin's should have been in the hood; it should have been at least ten missions before Franklin even met Michael, and then Michael's return to thieving was too sudden as well. More characters should have been around Franklin, not just Lamar. The world-building in GTA 4 was utterly superb.
Trevor's introduction is a sudden burst of violence that plunges you headfirst into the hot landscape of his beyond-hostile world. The whole point of Trevor is that he has very valid points in just about everything he says; he's also a major hypocrite. Micahel's hipster speech is hilariously accurate; Trevor isn't really trailer trash, he chooses to live in a trailer, mostly because he doesn't value materialism and just enjoys the ride. And the way he kills Johnny in his opening scene is just perfect. Folks seem too quick to forget that these are all violent scumbags with shallow needs and wants, and not Rey Skywalker who conveniently forgets her force powers when it suits. Might I suggest for anyone who has seen The Wire, to recall a scene where a similar legendary character gets killed in the most embarrassing way imaginable, and doesn't even get a decent send-off after?
What we needed was more characters and more Simeon/hood-missions-gone-wrong missions for Franklin. Franklin gets into a massive shootout over that bike in his second mission; when has that ever happened? That should at least have been the 7th mission. That's the problem that the first robbery creates; Rockstar merely assumed that because their opening mission gets the blood pumping, we'd all be adrenaline junkies then and wouldn't be able to last without shooting anything else. Then with Michael, yeah, the introduction to his family was fine, but I would have liked more before he catches Amanda cheating. There should have been a few, slower, hilarious missions revolving around him and his family, and even the neighbour Kyle. Judging from the bar mission with Lenny in RDR2, I don't think people have a problem with slower missions, as long as they're laugh-out-loud funny. The problem with that one Yoga mission is that it's only funny after Michael and Jimmy go out. "Bullshit?! Threatening to molest your online buddies is bullshit!" Imagine missions where the DeSantas hilariously have to play happy families at various events, meanwhile, all the shit with Jimmy and the boat and Tracey with the porno guys happens, and it all culminates with Amanda sleeping with the tennis coach. Then the return to crime happens.
Everything else following the first robbery is fine; I would have liked a bigger feeling of entrapment when Michael is stuck in the desert with Trevor. The story doesn't have the intensity of 4 because it's literally not supposed to, and this is only a problem depending on what you're looking for. Devin Weston as a villain is not meant to be compelling; he's meant to be an irritating, smug prick, and a stand-in for corporate figures. Again, the story is a black comedy, with satire at its very core instead of it being merely world-dressing. After all, the Devin/Michael beef literally stems from a corporate problem that hilariously gets out of hand and causes a PA to get gruesomely killed. Stretch should have been featured more; there also should have been more phone calls between Trevor and the Chinese. The feud with the O'Neill brothers was hilarious.
What I will say, however, is that the endings were terrible, and the shift in tone for options A and B was completely misguided. Rockstar should have just stuck with the one option, which was C, or at least give us a solid reason for needing to kill Trevor or Michael, and not just the FIB or Devin Weston as a reason. I know it's great to have a choice but to have a black comedy that's hilariously loose on the crime-is-bad cliche suddenly introduce that crime-is-bad cliche is just jarring. 4 had used this cliche from the moment it even began and kept it consistent, and it was in TLAD, and in TBOGT, only in the latter DLC, Rockstar managed to justify Luis and Tony getting out of everything, though I've read that originally, you had the option of killing Gay Tony.
Anyway, here's my Ted Talk about 5. Can't wait for the downvotes.

What are your thoughts on Dreamcatcher's latest release now that you've had time to digest it? What are the standout tracks? How has your opinion changed since release? What are your thoughts on the sales numbers and chart positions? How did the release stack up to your expectations?
This post was not made exactly two weeks later, but all figures are as of two weeks later unless otherwise specified.
I choose which albums to make Two Weeks Later posts based on level of engagement in the original album discussion thread. If you see I haven't covered a particular album and would like me to make a Two Weeks Later post for it, feel free to request it

Overview

Artist	Dreamcatcher
Title	Apocalypse : From us
Type	8th Mini Album
Released	Wednesday, May 24, 2023

 
Album Discussion Thread

Poll: Which track is your favorite?

Physical Sales

Album Sales	Total
Hanteo	78,913

Circle Chart	1st Week Rank	1st Week Count	2nd Week Rank	2nd Week Count
Album Chart	#7 Regular, #17 Minirecord	78,030	#17 Regular, #26 Minirecord	20,385
Retail Album Chart	#4 Regular, #13 Minirecord	39,657	#19 Minirecord, #27 Regular	4,737

Digital Charts

(N/A indicates song charted outside the available data. For streaming sites that means outside of the top 100)

01. Intro : from us:

Circle Chart	1st Week Rank	2nd Week Rank
Download	#102	N/A

Did not chart in top 100 of daily digital charts

Charts	Peak Rank (Realtime)
Bugs	#48

02. BONVOYAGE:

Circle Chart	1st Week Rank	2nd Week Rank
Download	#10	#79

Did not chart in top 100 of daily digital charts

Charts	Peak Rank (Realtime)
Bugs	#19

03. DEMIAN:

Circle Chart	1st Week Rank	2nd Week Rank
Download	#77	N/A

Did not chart in top 100 of daily digital charts

Charts	Peak Rank (Realtime)
Bugs	#33

04. Propose:

Circle Chart	1st Week Rank	2nd Week Rank
Download	#81	N/A

Did not chart in top 100 of daily digital charts

Charts	Peak Rank (Realtime)
Bugs	#35

05. To. You:

Circle Chart	1st Week Rank	2nd Week Rank
Download	#85	N/A

Did not chart in top 100 of daily digital charts

Charts	Peak Rank (Realtime)
Bugs	#38

 

Album Credits & Streaming

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Track	Lyrics by	Composed by	Arranged by
1. Intro : From us		Ollounder, Buddy, Peperoni, Oliv, Door	Ollounder, Buddy, Peperoni, Oliv, Door
2. BONVOYAGE	Ollounder, Door, Maddox	Ollounder, Peperoni, Oliv, Buddy, Door	Ollounder, Peperoni, Oliv, Buddy
3. DEMIAN	Ollounder, Door, Maddox	Ollounder, Buddy, Peperoni, Oliv, Door	Ollounder, Buddy, Peperoni, Oliv
4. Propose	Ollounder, Door, Maddox	Ollounder, Peperoni, Oliv, Buddy, Door	Ollounder, Peperoni, Oliv, Buddy
5. To. You	Ollounder, Door	Ollounder, Buddy, Peperoni, Oliv, Door	Ollounder, Buddy, Peperoni, Oliv

 

Information Sources:

Circle figures: circlechart.co.kr Hanteo sales: hanteochart.com Daily and realtime peaks: 가이섬.com Two weeks later realtime graphs: kpopchart.kr Album credits: album discussion thread / Melon

Me (21F) and my boyfriend (22M) were online shopping on his computer when a notification popped up saying something along the lines of "i know u like me, admit it" coming from a female friend that i had no idea he had (he claimed they met two days ago over a video-game). So I asked him who is she and he opened up their chat and she was asking "are you a virgin?" "show me your cock" and other stupid shit like that to which my boyfriend would just switch the subject and move on but she would keep asking these questions clearly because he never told her to stop.
I was very hurt by that, he argued that he didn't actively cheat and it was just "banter", but the way I see it is that he gave her the green light to keep flirting with him and he never seemed bothered by it or blocked her till I saw. If we weren't online shopping at the same time she sent this text I would've never known she existed and how their chat went.
I asked him if this happened in the past with her or anyone else, he told me that another girl (I, again, never knew she existed till he told me about her today) was moaning in his ears while playing a video-game with him but of course it's just banter. He did block the second girl though after she tried to get between us and showed that she's jealous because I'm dating him.
This is honestly too much for me to take in. We've been dating for over two years now and we are supposed to get married soon but I don't know if I should forgive him and stay or cut him off. I love him so much but I feel very betrayed and I don't know if I'm overreacting. Every time I speak to any guy the first thing I think of is if my boyfriend was here would our conversations upset him and if I feel like it would I just cut that person off, but I don't think I cross his mind at all when girls flirt with him like that. He apologized and told me that he will be more straight forward in the future by telling them to stop instead of just switching subject but I honestly don't know if I should overlook everything that has happened behind my back. It hurts so much because I trusted him. I would love to hear some advice because I don't know if I'm overreacting, I don't even know if that's considered cheating since he didn't flirt back.

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(This is a nonviolent text.)
Life! Exclamation point! Today’s speaker is made of clock parts and possesses encyclopedic knowledge about the nature of natural life. Life! Exclamation point! Though biographies in the back of conference programs won’t ever tell the whole story, they tempt us with the true face of authority. Today’s speaker – Life! – is made of clock parts, probably a grandfather clock to begin with, young for its age, but then he started slapping on extra clock parts, moved by an urge he couldn’t explain, until the function of tolling the hour was more of a hobby, a weekend pass-time, compare to what all those precision instruments were up to on a regular basis. As a vision on stage, the speaker’s machinations were there for all to see – the whirring of gears and belts, the clanking of chains. Where his heart chakra was thought to manifest, swung a pendulum.
The nature of natural life is not an easy expertise to build a vocation around – Life! Exclamation point! – but what a sentence to say aloud. At this point in the address, one of the speaker’s mainsprings uncoils where his belly button would normally be. He uses the longer of his hands to poke it back into place without breaking stride, continues: What is a natural life? More to the point, what is a natural lifespan? Who better to know than me! He points to himself when he says this, does a quick spin in place, revealing the dozens of differently styled clock faces that cover the surface of his body, continues: I’m after the author’s natural lifespan, like to pretend I’m playing along, but the whole time, I’m thinking about his natural lifespan. Hmm, hmm, I wonder why? Ha! // The author changes the subject – today’s speaker thinks of something else.
When you discover someone living an unnatural lifespan, you seek to find out why. Not that the reason is the point – not by a longshot – but call me curious. Maybe they tripped at the right moment and tumbled past the grave. Maybe they did a few extra calisthenics before the cock crowed. Or – perish the thought – they succumbed to an unholy pact at a vulnerable moment. I have taken it upon myself to sniff them out – and when he says this, the regulators above his eyes both arch significantly. And what then? We usually have a quiet chat before I recite my speech and complete my visit. It isn’t personal, I begin – time sometimes wells up, spills over its banks, and floods the village. If we could avoid such catastrophe, we should – don’t you agree? The time nature intends, through natural lifespans, would never, let’s be honest, flood a valley.
And what, then, would I do? Proprietary information! hoots today’s speaker from the stage, does another quick spin, stage lights flickering off his crystals, his gleaming metals. About the author’s natural lifespan – oh, you thought I’d forgotten! Were you 18 when you first died? Had it happened before then? Were you but a child under-supervised? Under-supervision-ed, we might say. Remember the day? You rode a toy out into the street, and a car’s front bumper rushed forward to kiss you on the left side of your head, the temple, a stone flung by the age of automobiles. Don’t you remember? Of course you do – the passionate screeching of tires, as those around you stopped and turned to look, surprise gradually replaced by horror at what they knew happened but couldn’t bear to see. You thought you survived – didn’t you? – but thereafter, what appeared on your left temple? A knotted cist so prominent, people stopped you and asked what happened. You saw exactly two physicians over the next 10 years, both telling you not to worry about it, and so you didn’t. You didn’t! When you probed the spot with your fingers, it felt like a rounded room, a shelter built by something trying to survive. As for that 18-year-old involved in that off-road motor vehicle accident – nominee number two, let’s call it – true, you were far more aware of mortality by then, but your own? You climbed aboard a 3-wheeled vehicle that could travel at more than 50mph, completely lacking a seatbelt, headrest, or protective frame – without a helmet, boots, or jacket – and the brakes were less than half there that fateful day, a means of slowing down – a vehicle that would be rendered illegal to operate within a matter of years of the accident . . . the accident . . . remember the accident? August, you were traveling off-road to do farm work, the cornfield you were riding beside with several rows chopped out for silage, and on impulse, you decided to turn into the field to see where it went, then really opened her up because of the green blur of all that corn. Did you secretly expect the drainage ditch? Was this more of a suicide mission? Over the side you went, face first into the opposite bank, and if anyone was wondering – the effect was not of pain but of the lights going out all at once. Imagine the nature of reality that allows for: the inevitability of the crash, followed by all the lights going out – this is really happening – followed by some utterly absent experience, like a film editor cutting in a blankness where reality normally insists scenes of existence should be. The film projectionist would have been instructed to fast-forward through this part of the film, such that no time seems to pass, and the next thing we know, he is trying to push a 3-wheeler out of a drainage ditch. That thing weighing more than he does, and he’s trying to heave it above his head, up and out of the drainage ditch. What had he become? What time-wise tricks were in play? He finally gave up trying to free torment from its channel, staggered through the field toward the truck, face covered in blood, never went to the hospital. When the story is recounted later by his dad, the story became how dad fixed the 3-wheeler by prying the front wheel out of the frame with his truck and a chain. Can you imagine that chain now? They called it a log chain, and the links were cast iron. It was completely covered in rust.
The author knows all this already, receives a spiritual visitation during the writing of the phrase suicide mission, wondering if he’s okay. Yes, he replies, knowing this particular metaphysical weather report has a lot of ground to cover. Today’s guest speaker picks at one of his stems in a distracted way, lets the matter rest, inquires about whether – uh-hum! – he might be permitted to carry on. The author gets up, refills his coffee, returns to one of the picnic tables arrayed in front of the derelict peace church where he lives. He is surrounded by millions of individual affirmations of life, many of which are visibly in bloom or going to seed. A bumble bee flies by. A yellowish bug with zigzags on either side ambles up, its antennae twice as long as its body, tapping at the world in front of it. Among the local insect population, it’s regarded as a savant.
Uh-hum! How many more brushes with death would the author experience before it finally took? There was the time a few years later, same farm but different brother, taking turns firing a handgun at a target. This would be the last time he would fire a gun for any reason, was it not? They climb into the brother’s wedge-shaped sports car, named after the grasping part of a bird of prey, and into fate’s hands did fly. The car was totaled, the two of them, without seatbelts or airbags, unhurt inside the crumpled remnants of the crash, mere inches from winding up once more inside drainage infrastructure, this one built by municipal authority, and therefore of a substance that would have been altogether worse on an unsuspecting traveler headed straight down. Yes, you might have been saved from becoming the remains of the day – but by what?
The child who caused the crash, the one who pulled out in front of that bird of prey, barely old enough to drive, who had two younger passengers inside with him, taking them out for ice cream maybe – that young driver sat nearby while police sorted out the story. He was crying on the side of the road like he would never stop, like he had identified the crash as the latest in a series of personal failings that would stretch into the future of his adulthood like a hot blacktop road and which, at every stop along the way, tragic suffering would be the font of consolation. Was this the way reality was supposed to work? The author recognized the boy as himself at an earlier age, bent down beside him, put a hand on his shoulder, and said, you will be okay. No one was hurt, and the rest can be replaced – your heart is true, and your soul will find its relief.
Ah, yes, the crash, says the author – ah, yes, the crash. Ah, yes, the crash, says the author – ah, yes, the crash. Ah, yes, the crash, says the author – ah, yes, the crash. The late days of spring may be the most forgotten of the year. If we aren’t anticipating summer – it’s still spring? – then we’re longing for those moments when the world was still opening its mouth, and then its eyes, and then its hands. The trees are all open by now, those late-arriving sycamores even filling out their leaves, such that the twigs and branches are all mildly bowed by the extra weight. After spring assumes its labor, the rest of the season finds its dedication, and I imagine the beads of water rising through capillaries beneath the wood – call it a space program – and a sweetness spreads throughout the tubular organisms we call trees. Late spring – sweetness remembered.
Life! Exclamation point! Chronobiology knows nature has much to say about what is cyclical, when, and for how long – much less to say about the natural length of one’s existence. Is death something one develops a knack for? The next notable death in the author’s life occurred a few years later – the death that would make dying into a full-time vocation. And where again do we find the author? Beside a drain. This one introducing the age of indoor plumbing, as the author lay on the floor of a friend’s bathroom, his life flashing before his eyes, as he vomits into a toilet. This time the world does not go dark all at once but feels like fuses blowing out, like a timed demolition, flashing like a string of firecrackers across the structural frame of a building, and a voice not his own telling the author: you’ll be okay, ride it out, remain present, you’ll be okay.
Would he though? For this fourth death, another blank spot appeared, no two – two instances of nothingness, orbiting each other, during which time, during which time, during which time – perhaps language hasn’t the proper security clearance to convey the negotiations that must have taken place to bring about a return to the living. The author remembers his friend opening the bathroom door, before which she would have been knocking and calling his name. When the door struck him in the back, and he came back to life, had he landed in the place where that drain did lead? While his friend cleaned up the bathroom floor with a towel, he sat on a bed with his hands covering his face. The hideousness he’d just passed through was the abbreviated version of what was to come – he knew the drill by now. The knot on his forehead was gone.
Destiny had finally shown him to his home, gave him a tour of the place, before scraping him off the floor, then setting up a series of baffling crises – from autumn 2002 to May 2003 – that would occupy the author’s attention for decades to come. The will toward dying had finally brought the world to life, and the mind of the universe was both ecstatic and enraged about it. Down there, at the bottom of the drain, they were fighting a global war on terror, war on terror, war on terror, and if wars on terror sum up preferred formulations of self-annihilation – symbol of invocation: fighting a reflection – then perhaps the author’s presence was meant to form a mirror-in-mirror infinity from which sustainable futures would emerge. Welcome to Mirror World! Where reflectivity gives us an evolutionary future! Where a universal narrative unfolds!
The author is making me write this, I must confess, but to everyone’s surprise, I am forcing the author to make me! The author is mine! And the author wrote that, too, I must additionally confess, and the two of us go around and around like this – symbol of invocation: two snails having sex in midair. The flatness and hardness we associate with reflectivity is something we will all outgrow eventually, and the hologram of hyper-reality will appear within our being like a flying saucer, and we will all be both abductees and witnesses, shown around the universe in style. Too much to ask? The last such alien contact – the insinuation of verbal and mathematical language into the genome of big-brained primates – gave us the keys to earthly reality. We are now exiting the stone age, evolving the means to make benevolence a fixture of human life.
The author made me write that, too, and even though I am just as surely making him write this, we must admit the mutability within the fabric of reality was not won without a struggle. The author faced death 11 times that year, faced death the next year, and the year after that. Each point along the way wanted to finish what the others couldn’t, and soon death felt like an echo, and in that moment of not really distinguishing the source and the reflection – when they both look somewhat the same – he could tell life and death were likewise difficult to discern. Life! Exclamation point! Are you merely an extension of entropy? A quicker way of dissipating the heat from a rocky-bodied planetoid like the earth? And if you are, then is life really just another form of death? But death! Didn’t you show us the way? Wasn’t dying the source of the cure?
Today’s speaker made me write that, just as I made him think it. And as thoughts passed from gear to gear around his body – as cuckoos sprang forth through tiny doors at various angles – as a series of chimes and tones issued forth from the stage like the ringing of a bell, if the bell could tell time and was tolled by committee – then the river of the natural lifespan, subject of such grand speculation in a previous incarnation, could now take its course. Perhaps indeed valleys would flood, but such is the natural origin of certain fertile fields. Springtime couldn’t agree with me more, its will toward abundance glad to splay its fingers before another epic growing season. As the author considers ways to wind up this report – knowing such lived truth inspires concern – whether death equals life or life equals death, he reasserts a will toward world peace.
Peace.

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Apologies for mobile formatting & spoilers for random events / stranger interactions.
Before tonight, I've been on a break from Red Dead since December. Between work, personal relationships, and my interest in other games, I didn't pick it up for a while. I also held off because I'm currently trying to 100% the game, and I'm procrastinating. (Even though it's really fun!!)
I've had the urge to play recently, so tonight I finally got on. What ensued really makes me not want to pick up the game for a while. It’s like the game was telling me to f* off.
A few memorable points of the tonight’s events:

• My favorite horse, a black-and-white American Paint, was blown up in a dramatic display by the Murfee Brood. I was just exploring the area and suddenly I'm being bombed from three different angles and they're attacking me AND my horse.
• I found the stranger that falls off his horse near Saint Denis and you have to quickly take him there. Only, for some reason there's a ginormous dust storm and I can't see. I end up running into a guy on his horse and we all fly off, and then he guns me down.
• One of my side missions is to make poisonous arrows, so I've been trying to find Oleander Sage. I've heard of the night folk, but I didn't think they covered the entire swamp? I was around the Kamassa river and then I was attacked and died.
• I’m around the Lemoyne area when I hear shooting, and see a wagon being raided. I’m really trying to be a good Arthur, so I try to help them. I accidentally gunned down one of the drivers.
• Following another random interaction, I busted the sting operation in Valentine running behind the Doctor’s office. One thing lead to another and now I have a $147 bounty that I can't pay off, so I’m playing it off that I’m laying low in Rhodes in a while.
• Going back to the hunt for Oleander Sage, I'm on a secondary horse (a pretty blue Nokota) and I'm using tracking vision. I see what I think is a boar, but it shows as an enemy on the map and I hear roaring. It makes my horse run and throw me off into the swamp, where we're surrounded by alligators. I miraculously survived that.

Not to mention, I still haven't found any Oleander Sage. And at this point, I don't even want it or the poison arrows anymore.
What are some of your bad luck chain events that you've had? I'd love to hear them!