Hi everyone! I'm Alex (they/them). I am agender and aroace and I am looking for some aroace and nonbinary friends (15 or 16) in the Lehigh Valley area of PA to talk to online. Some of my interests include DnD, writing, reading, horror movies, and horseback riding. I also love animals. Please message me if you want to be my friend. Thank you and I hope everyone has a wonderful day!

A while ago I described how I deleted a bunch of porn images.
This is a looooong story, you have been warned, I don't think you can follow through (clearly not reverse psychology).
Well, I also had a bunch of links for porn, about like 50-60 pages of Word pages full of links. Yes, it was that bad. It doesn't end there, I had other documents for images, albums, artists, ero-text. It was time consuming, I didn't sleep well, and of course, I fapped everytime I saw those links. I fapped to the point my pee pee hurt.
One day I decided to work on my confidence to fight anxiety, lonelyness, social fear. I started to workout. My clothing only consisted of a loose shirts and pants. I started to use what I always wanted to use: formal shirts and dress pants. I wanted to talk to people, so I thought people only want something from everyone so I brought Trident mint gums to my workplace.
I offered them a gum and asked how long have you worked for the company? Do you study? Do you have time for hobbies? I met incredible people, crazy people, and people who I avoided later: selfish, inconsiderate people.
And of course, I met a beautiful woman I connected with, but there was one problem. She had a boyfriend, and my interest was not corresponded. The worst part is, when I showed her my interest, she answered back.
I gave her some snacks, she gave me some. I gave her compliments, she gave me some. We had some over the tone jokes between us, we hugged, touched and joked about how we are not even a couple to do this kind of stuff.
But I knew this had to end. If she had a boyfriend, why didn't she stop me? I knew I also was guilty, if she had a boyfriend, why did I continue? I had to put an end, followed the example of Jim, character from the series "The office" and told her:
I'm interested in you, you show the interest in the way I need it, you go to theaters and I really like the way you laugh, I know you have a boyfriend, and I can't change that. I just needed you to know, and to leave pressure I joked about her laugh Deadpool like: What the shit! That's the coolest laugh ever! And she burst out laughing!
But of course, she rejected me and put me on friendzone... Or at least she tried. I said: No no no, I know what I'm worth, and I'm not going to be friends. I want more than that.
She explained how she was having a hard time with her boyfriend, and to my surprise, the boy made her cry that day. I'm glad I put a smile on her face. What are the odds. But no means no, we agreed we weren't going to loose manners, and if we needed help on work, we will be more than glad to give. But that's it, nothing more. And that's now.
In this point, I want to remark one thing. 3 months ago I would have accepted being friends, hoping one day she will give me a chance. But it doesn't work that way, if you accept being friends, you are desperate and accept to be with her on her terms. You are easy to manipulate.
You have to let go, but it's also not that easy. (If you let go to later gain her, it doesn't count, you have TO LET GO).
You see, the main reason why I was so confident rejecting being friends, is because I already had friends! The people who accepted my gums! Because I dressed better and worked out, I can look for other fish on this huge sea! Because I worked on my confidence, I no longer fear lonelyness and I control better my anxiety issues!
You have to work on it slowly and patiently. As I said, I took three months. Step by step, you can't force it. And today, after a month of feeling bummed with her decision, I just deleted those porn links for good. NO BACKUPS, NO TEMP FILES, JUST GONE. I wish I could show you a picture of me before and now. I'm from Guatemala, Latin American, and I encourage you to follow my steps and journey to the best version of yourself.
If you have finished my story, I thank you for your time, and I hope you can follow your best path too. Charles out.

Clairvoyant or psychic? When he is sitting in the lobby of the Osaka continental hotel, he is flicking through his journal and there are $ numbers in the millions written on the left hand page. The $ amounts start high, then get lower as they go down the page. The Tracker hears about John Wick's bounty, looks at the page then mumbles to himself "still too low".
At first, I thought those numbers were a debt he was paying off, and a good motivation for him eventually going after John Wick - he was waiting for one big bounty to pay off that debt.
But as the movie continued, I realised that every time Wick's bounty increased, it was another number written on his page. He already knew at the start of the movie that Wick's bounty would eventually get to $40 million, and that's why he kept Wick alive long enough for it to get that high, so he could swoop in for the final kill.
BUT I can't find any pictures of his journal online yet to confirm this crazy theory. It's driving me insane! Please, did anyone else notice the same thing? Or if you're going in for a second viewing of the movie, can you watch closely then tell me if the $ amounts line up with Wick's bounty changes? 🙏🙏🙏

Link to Part 1.
(Reposted due to error in the title)

The Photo

My head was spinning.
The polaroid photo of Jared and I was sitting on my laptop. Less than a day after I received his emotional plea to investigate a haunting at his home. It was impossible. The whole thing was impossible! I don’t believe in ghosts, and that photo hasn’t seen the outside of a box in years.
I ripped open my storage closet. Underneath many boxes in the back corner was the small pink shoebox, where I kept all the mementos from college. I tore off the lid and rooted through the contents. The box contained many polaroids of friends, parties, everyday items I framed in an ‘artsy’ way, and a lot of questionable haifashion choices. No Jared photo. I examined the photo placed on my laptop again, it looked exactly like the others in the box. Yellowed from the years and covered in a light film of dust. I flipped it over, and saw a handwritten note. “Love you always - Jared”. His penmanship was almost illegible, and there was a heart beside his name. Wow.
As if I didn’t have enough confusing feelings to process right now. Desperate to hold onto a semblance of reality, I texted Sara asking if she moved my photos. That would make sense, right? She learned about Jared last night, maybe she dug up my boxes from college? My phone chimed. Sara questioned your message “Did you move any of my old college photos?” - for non-iOS users, that means she held down on my message and selected a question mark. Since she’s at work, that’s likely the best response I’ll get for a few hours, but it’s safe to assume Sara didn’t touch the photo.
After covering my shifts at the restaurant for the week, I decided to reply to Jared. I sent him a brief email informing him that I would be taking a ferry to Vancouver Island the next day. Afterwards I found myself writing down the entire experience. This is unlike me, I don’t journal, or keep a blog, or anything like that. I’m not sure what compelled me, but this event felt… significant.

The Ferry

I loaded up my crappy little car with all my equipment, and left at the ass-crack of dawn. Traffic wasn’t too bad this early in the morning, and I made it to the terminal with time to spare. I pulled up to the ticketing booth, and fumbled with my phone until I found my online reservation email. They gave me my lane number and I drove through. The booth opened up to a huge tarmac with around 20 different lanes, and I found my spot in line. I pulled in behind 10 other vehicles and turned off my engine.
Non-locals won’t know what I mean when I say this, but: BCFerries is a racket. It’s like $100 one way with a vehicle. As my bank account drained, I remembered why I don’t visit Vancouver Island all that often. Beautiful though it may be. Maybe I can write this off as a business expense, I just need to learn taxes, and… business. Don’t judge, I went to school to study grainy surveillance footage. On second thought, Jared can cover my ferry costs.
After a long period of waiting, the ferry started loading up cars and I parked on the lower vehicle decks. For those unfamiliar, these ferries aren’t cute little boats. These are massive ships that can fit dozens of vehicles, and hundreds of passengers. They’re several stories tall and contain a restaurant, gift shop, play areas for children, and more. I made my way up to the upper passenger deck and got in line for breakfast. A breakfast meal with coffee cost me $20, and it left me feeling sick for hours. The racket continues.
After breakfast, I waddled over to passenger seating and managed to score a window seat. As I settled in for the rest of my journey, I finalised my plans for Jared’s ghost problem.

The Plan

There are three major events to investigate. The Ten Knocks, the Floating Spoon, and the Shadow Man. Here are my plans for each:
The Ten Knocks: Ten loud knocks ripple through the home every night at exactly 3:24am. According to Jared, the sound seems to come from a different location each night. As you know Jared already has an existing surveillance system. On top of that, I’m going to set up two Zoom audio recorders, and an old phone of mine to record audio throughout the night. From there I’m going to attempt to make a map of the approximate knock locations, and see what data we can generate. I’m hoping we can discover a pattern and isolate the source of these noises. Last time I mentioned a friend of mine who specialises in Forensic Audio. I'm hoping he can help me with this, but at the moment I haven’t heard back from him. I’m not sure I blame him, honestly.
The Floating Spoon: Surveillance footage shows the utensil drawer opening in the kitchen, and a spoon levitating in the air. Since the spoon's movements were quite articulate, I’ll be looking for any evidence of wiring rigs. I also brought a compass for detecting magnetic fields. I’ll be insisting on seeing Jared’s computers, to see if they have software that could fake these things with CGI. I should note that there were a few other objects I caught moving in the raw surveillance footage, but those could be faked with a single string. Unlike the Floating Spoon, which moved in many directions.
The Shadow Man: I’m going to get Jared to stand exactly where the figure appeared in the video, and take measurements for scale. If this man-shaped figure happens to be exactly Jared’s size, that’ll be a strong sign the footage is fake. If they’ll let me, I’m also going to inspect Simon’s bruises. Finger-shaped bruises can be imitated with makeup. A sobering reality here to consider is that if Jared faked the Shadow Man footage, I may have to call Child Protective Services. Simon’s noises and movement in the video indicated he was in legitimate distress. If I do determine the footage is fake, I’ll be demanding a detailed explanation of the hoax from Jared. For Simon's sake.

The Drive

The ferry docked, and I made my way down to my vehicle. Cell reception returned as we got closer to the island, so I entered Jared’s address into Google Maps. For those unfamiliar with Vancouver Island, this isn’t a tiny island you can cruise around in a day. It’s home to over 850,000 people and bigger than the Hawaiian islands combined, or half the size of Ireland. It’s home to a few cities; the largest of which being BC’s capital city, Victoria, and many towns of various sizes. For privacy reasons, I won’t be sharing exactly where Jared lives, but for context I’ll say that it’s a small town.
I’ve driven through the Island a few times, but this visit felt ominous. Pouring rain from the grey skies splattered my windshield. The roads were flanked on both sides by towering evergreen trees, sprawling all the way across distant mountain ranges. As I left the cities and hit a winding stretch of highway, I couldn’t help feeling like I was in the opening scene of The Shining. My speakers blasted upbeat 90s classics to keep my spirits up, but the foreboding feeling was hard to shake.
As I approached the town where Jared lives, I decided to stop at a cute little coffee shop advertising free Wi-fi. Knowing you’re about to see your ex is nerve-wracking enough on its own. Let alone when you’re going to their home, meeting their wife, and presumably fighting ghosts. I ordered a latte, and found a quiet spot in the corner. As the rain pattered against the window, I called Sara on FaceTime. She answered, and I could tell she was walking home from the restaurant. After some small talk, I blurted out what was on my mind:
“Am I making a terrible mistake?” Sara stifled a laugh.
“I mean… How honest do you want me to be?” We both laughed this time, if a bit nervously on my end. “Look. Either you’re about to save a family and fight some ghosts, or somebody’s living in their walls, or your ex is pranking you. What’s your plan if things go to shit?”
“More like when things go to shit. Let’s just hope he pays me upfront.”
Sara knew me well enough to know I’m very safety-conscious. Working for a crime lab tends to have that effect. I had already shared Jared’s address with her, and called ahead to a local motel. I explained that I was staying with someone nearby, but had concerns about my safety. I would have preferred spending all my nights in a motel, but our ‘ghost’ only knocks in the middle of the night. Wendy, the manager, was lovely and agreed to hold a room for the first night. No charge unless I check in! It was their off season, and they had plenty of vacancies. I love small towns.
Sara and I decided on one final safety measure. If I feel unsafe at any time, I’ll text her a code phrase. Like ‘How was your job interview?’
Furthermore, we have a daily check-in, and if I don’t respond within 20 minutes, Sara will call the authorities. Realising Jared IS an authority, Sara wrote down the direct lines for EMT, Fire and RCMP in the hopes that someone will check on me. Our conversation came to a close.
“I love you, Sara.”
“Love you too Marn. Stay safe!”
“Bye.”
“Bye.”
The call ended. I collected myself, pulled up the hood of my jacket, and ran out into the pouring rain to my car. I sent Jared a text letting him know I was close, and drove the rest of the way there.

The House

Jared and Jenny’s house is tucked in the back corner of an upper class, surrounded by woods. I pulled up the driveway, feeling very out of place in my crappy sedan. An old woman standing outside in a neighbouring front yard eyed my poor ass with suspicion. I ignored her. The house was modern, bright white with black accents, and completely unassuming. The rain had lifted, and a sliver of sunlight made the house seem positively welcoming. Despite seeing the house in videos and pictures, a part of my brain expected some sort of haunted castle. Which couldn’t be further from the truth.
I had barely gotten out of my car when Jared and Jenny came outside to greet me. It’s always a little awkward sussing out the etiquette when meeting up with your ex after several years. Do we shake hands, or hug, or exchange an explosive fist bump? I was panicking a little, but Jenny cut right through that by springing an enthusiastic hug on me.
“Oh my god hiii!” Jenny had that gorgeous, effortless, hippy-island-girl thing going on. Her shoulder-length straight hair was blonde, and she wore a long, flowing olive cardigan, and black leggings with sneakers. “It’s so nice to meet you! Thank you so much for coming.”
Jared was standing behind her and gave a small wave, “Hey, Marn.” He looked exactly like the video. We exchanged a brief hug. I’m not sure if everyone else over-analyzes every single social interaction they’re in, but I was very cognizant of not letting that hug linger. A professional hug. Jenny chimed in.
“I love your videos!” Jenny’s enthusiasm seemed genuine. “After uh, all this started happening, I went deep down the YouTube rabbit hole. There’s a lot of stuff out there, but your videos made me feel sane.”
“Yeah, I came into the room and saw you on the TV. I was like, whoa, I dated her in college!” Jared added.
“I didn’t believe him at first, but he had proof!” Jenny gave him a playful smack on the arm.
“Evidence is important.”
Jenny laughed at Jared’s terrible cop joke. I could see why he liked her, Jenny’s sunny disposition was infectious. In comparison, Jared and I were two people with very dry senses of humour.
We exchanged pleasantries, and the couple helped me bring my bags into the guest room. Jared gave me something of a tour of the home. Having studied their surveillance footage in detail, I had no issue navigating their home. It was easy to forget I hadn’t been here before. When we got to the kitchen, I made a mental note of the ceiling. Adorned with several wooden beams, perfect for stringing up wires to say, make a spoon dance in the air. Interesting.
Walking down the hallway to the master bedroom, and nursery, Jared pointed out a small blind spot in the cameras. I made a note to place one of my cameras there to cover that gap. While the knocks occurred in different locations each night, the main hallway was where the most activity occurred. I decided that this would be a good spot for my thermal camera, a piece of equipment I’ve owned for several years but never had a good excuse to use. According to the lore, ghosts can affect temperature. I guess we’ll see.
As Jared showed me the nursery, he explained that Simon would be staying at his sister-in-laws for the foreseeable future. I had hoped to take a look at his bruises, but this didn’t feel like the time to mention Simon’s injuries, or the Shadow Man. Jenny’s expression darkened, and she brought it up without my prompting.
“After Jared showed me…” her voice quavered. She paused before collecting herself. “...The video, I didn’t feel safe having him here any more. We visit him every day.”
Jenny’s eyes welled up, and she excused herself. Left alone with Jared for the first time, there was an awkward pause. Wanting to avoid awkwardness at all costs, I asked Jared if he could do me a favour: Stand where the Shadow Man stood, and imitate his movements. For scale, I told him, and that was true. If Jared’s measurements match the Shadow Man, there’s a good chance he faked the footage, either with CGI or some sort of lighting rig. Jared seemed surprised, but he complied. I think he understood where I was going with this.
I grappled with my emotions versus my logic. On one hand, this ‘ghost’ should have a rational explanation, and the most rational explanation was that this was a hoax. On the other hand, Jared’s wife is crying because she doesn’t feel like her child is safe in her home. If this is a prank, to what end? My relationship with Jared ended amicably. Hell, he was the one who ended it. It didn’t make sense. None of it did.
After playing Shadow Man charades, I inquired about Jared’s security system. I wanted to see how he viewed surveillance footage. Jared darted into the bedroom and grabbed his laptop, a Macbook that was several years old. His security cameras uploaded over wi-fi to the cloud, and he was able to access that footage via an app. This app deletes the videos after a period of time, so Jared had been downloading them onto his computer. I noted he had several external hard drives, video files take up a lot of space so this made sense. I asked if I could borrow his laptop for a moment.
“Sure, do whatever you want.” Jared handed me the laptop, which I took into the guest bedroom where I was staying. I took this opportunity to see if his computer had any visual effects, or video editing apps. All he had was iMovie, not a particularly powerful option.
I spent a few hours reviewing the laptop, and then editing some B-roll footage I had shot earlier on my own computer. Jared knocked on the door. I looked up to see him in full police gear, and he let me know he was going to work. After Jared left, Jenny poked her head in the doorway and asked if I’d like to go out for dinner tonight, just the two of us. I agreed. All I had eaten was sickening ferry-food for breakfast, and Jenny seemed nice enough.

The Dinner

Jenny drove us to this amazing little Italian restaurant, and we had a fantastic time! She pushed many appetisers on me (so much bread), and the main course was delicious. I had linguine pescatora, and Jenny had gnocchi. Jenny had one glass, and I had the rest of the wine bottle. The dinner was a little awkward at first, but by the end of the night we felt like old friends. For Jenny’s sake, I won’t discuss every single thing she told me, but here are the relevant bits:
I previously described Jenny as a seamstress. While that is true, it’s under-selling what she does. Jenny knows some specific, technical dress-making techniques. She has her own business, targeted towards Renaissance Fairs and cosplayers. Her work eventually attracted the attention of Hollywood productions. Now she makes beautiful clothing for feature films (period pieces), and high-end clients. I wondered how she and Jared could afford their beautiful home, she appears to be the reason.
Jared and Jenny met a little over 3 years ago. Jared was a few years out of the academy, and got stationed in their small town. By coincidence, he had moved into her apartment building. They struck up a conversation one day when Jared offered to help her haul several bags of dresses to her car. She liked him, and asked him out for coffee. They married two years later, and she got pregnant with Simon around that time.
At one point later in the evening, we got onto the subject of ghosts. Jenny’s always been a spiritual person, her office is full of crystals, and she loves astrology. I also learned she believes she saw a ghost as a child. As she describes it, she was in bed and a bearded old man in a white three-piece suit appeared in the room. He loomed over her with an intense stare, and they locked eyes for a long time. Jenny rolled to her side, and when she looked back he was gone. I asked if she ever saw the man again, and she answered no. I spoke to her about the phenomena of sleep paralysis, and she conceded that was possible. I’m not sure if she believed that or not. Regardless, I could see myself being good friends with Jenny.

Night One

We had such a lovely time at dinner, my reason for visiting had all but slipped my mind. It wasn’t until our drive home that I realised we were heading back to (for all intents and purposes) a haunted house. A pit began to form in my stomach as we pulled into the driveway. At night, the house took on an eerie presence, and the surrounding woods had me feeling like something could leap out at me at any moment. Jenny must have been feeling the same way, as we hurried into the house. Jared still wasn’t back yet, as he worked 12 hour shifts.
I asked Jenny if she wanted to help me set up some of my equipment before bed, and her expression darkened. She declined. She opened up a drawer and pulled out a massive bag of earplugs, offering me some. This seems to be her solution to the nightly knocking sounds. I took some earplugs, though I forgot them on the counter. I got to work setting up my cameras and audio recording devices. I placed one of my cameras to cover the blind spot Jared showed me, and set the thermal camera in the main hallway. I was more than a little tipsy, but I managed to get the job done. After triple-checking that everything was recording, I shuffled back to the guest bedroom to sleep. It was around 10:30 pm, and I was dead tired, but knowing why I was there, I set an alarm for 3:15 am, hoping to be awake for the knocks.
BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP!
I shut the alarm off, and groaned. I barely registered falling asleep. It was one of those sleeps where it feels like you’ve blinked, and all of a sudden it’s several hours later. Awful. I grabbed my phone, pulled myself out of bed, and left my room. I checked the time, 3:20 am. I shuffled into the main hallway, and waited. The minutes felt like an eternity as I stood around, waiting for a noise. It was dead quiet. Impatient, I found myself checking my phone. While waiting for a ghostly knocking. Something must be wrong with my brain. As my phone’s clock read 3:23, I put my phone away and listened.
I couldn’t hear any footfalls, or doors opening. No strange noises from the plumbing or AC units. As I lingered in the silence, I wondered if this would be the night when the noises stopped. Did I scare the ghost away?
BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG ! BANG!
I screamed, startled by the incredible volume of noise that surrounded me. It felt like the banging was right beside my head, as if the very walls were screaming at me. Then it started again.
BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG ! BANG!
I whirled around, searching for a source to this thunderous sound. No such source was obvious to me. Jared came out of the bedroom in his pyjamas, and stared at me for a moment. As if to say, ‘Told you so’, but no lecture came. If anything, he looked sad. Disheartened that this horrible noise was real, not some sort of shared hallucination. He took a step towards me.
“Oh my god…” Was all that came out of my mouth.
“Let’s talk in the morning.” Jared said, shivering a little before heading back to bed. It’s clear he's used to this, but my heart was pounding out of my chest. After a pause, I followed suit, and returned to the guest bedroom. It took a long time to fall back asleep after that. I wished I took Jenny up on her offer of earplugs.

Reviewing the Evidence

I awoke around 8:30 to a gentle knock on my door, and an offer I couldn’t refuse.
“There’s fresh coffee, if you want some.” Jenny announced. God yes.
As I sat down for coffee, nectar of the gods, I couldn’t help but focus on the empty high chair at the kitchen table. There wasn’t much conversation in the morning, but Jenny did tell me she was spending the day at her sister’s with Simon. Later Jared would go there after work to spend the night with him. My heart hurts for them. As Jenny left, Jared encouraged me to check my footage from last night. He did the same with his security system.
I scrubbed through my three audio recordings. The ear-shattering knocks were definitely coming from the main hallway. I marked down where I was standing on my sound map. I checked my blind spot camera, and scrubbed through the night’s events. Nothing of note until I enter the hallway at 3:20, stare at my phone and then jump into the air at the sound of the knocks. As I finished up with this, Jared came into the room. He told me there wasn’t anything noteworthy on his cameras, just the knocks, but he would send me the footage to review. He was about to leave the room, when I asked him if he wanted to stick around to watch the thermal camera footage with me. I opened up the video file.
The thermal camera was pointing straight down the main hallway, now visible in various shades of orange, and purple. The walls were brighter than the doorways, and the lights appeared brightest. I scrubbed through the hours of footage. It captured Jared going into the bedroom around 12:35 am, having finished work at midnight. As the timestamp hits 3:20, I come into frame, my skin orange, and my hair and clothes closer to purple. I watch myself pull out my phone, and I shoot an awkward smile at Jared, who seems unphased. At 3:23, right before the knocking sound, a dark blue spot appears on the floor in front of me.
The dark blue mass starts rising, getting taller and taller until it looms over me. The deep blue shape becomes humanoid.
“What the fuck?” Jared interjects over my shoulder.
At exactly 3:24, I jump at the knocks, and the man-shape follows my movement. It doesn’t have a face, but I can tell that it’s… staring at me. In the video, Jared comes out of the bedroom. The blue mass is still in front of him, but you can see the blue colour turn closer to purple as Jared stands behind it.
As Jared takes a step forward, he walks right through the mass. He shivers, affected by the temperature difference, before he walks back into the room. As I exit the hallway, the mass ‘looks’ at me, its’ featureless head tilting in my direction.
It just stands there. I scrub forward several hours. A distinct man shape, motionless. It’s not until 6 am, when Jenny comes out of the bedroom, that the figure drops back down into the floor. The temperature readings become normal again. The video ends a few hours later, when I come to collect the camera’s memory card.
Jared and I stared at each other for a moment. He collected himself.
“So, in your professional opinion, what, uh… what the hell was that?”
“In my professional opinion?” He nodded.
“Jared,” I stated. “Your house is fucking haunted.”

there's this movie from when I was really tiny that I have vague memories of, (I was born in 2004 so this is probably 2005-2009 that I watched this if that's a clue). The only thing that sticks out to me is this blue witch in black clothes and a wolf I think. I think it was fairytale themed, that's all I got lol. And no it is not The Scary Godmother I'm very familiar with that film. This one has the animation style of like Doc Mcstuffins. I have very vague memories because like I said I was so small when I saw this but remember it vividly and know it exists because everything else I vaguely remember watching at the time in my life I eventually have found.

A while ago I described how I deleted a bunch of porn images.
This is a looooong story, you have been warned, I don't think you can follow through (clearly not reverse psychology).
Well, I also had a bunch of links for porn, about like 50-60 pages of Word pages full of links. Yes, it was that bad. It doesn't end there, I had other documents for images, albums, artists, ero-text. It was time consuming, I didn't sleep well, and of course, I fapped everytime I saw those links. I fapped to the point my pee pee hurt.
One day I decided to work on my confidence to fight anxiety, lonelyness, social fear. I started to workout. My clothing only consisted of a loose shirts and pants. I started to use what I always wanted to use: formal shirts and dress pants. I wanted to talk to people, so I thought people only want something from everyone so I brought Trident mint gums to my workplace.
I offered them a gum and asked how long have you worked for the company? Do you study? Do you have time for hobbies? I met incredible people, crazy people, and people who I avoided later: selfish, inconsiderate people.
And of course, I met a beautiful woman I connected with, but there was one problem. She had a boyfriend, and my interest was not corresponded. The worst part is, when I showed her my interest, she answered back.
I gave her some snacks, she gave me some. I gave her compliments, she gave me some. We had some over the tone jokes between us, we hugged, touched and joked about how we are not even a couple to do this kind of stuff.
But I knew this had to end. If she had a boyfriend, why didn't she stop me? I knew I also was guilty, if she had a boyfriend, why did I continue? I had to put an end, followed the example of Jim, character from the series "The office" and told her:
I'm interested in you, you show the interest in the way I need it, you go to theaters and I really like the way you laugh, I know you have a boyfriend, and I can't change that. I just needed you to know, and to leave pressure I joked about her laugh Deadpool like: What the shit! That's the coolest laugh ever! And she burst out laughing!
But of course, she rejected me and put me on friendzone... Or at least she tried. I said: No no no, I know what I'm worth, and I'm not going to be friends. I want more than that.
She explained how she was having a hard time with her boyfriend, and to my surprise, the boy made her cry that day. I'm glad I put a smile on her face. What are the odds. But no means no, we agreed we weren't going to loose manners, and if we needed help on work, we will be more than glad to give. But that's it, nothing more. And that's now.
In this point, I want to remark one thing. 3 months ago I would have accepted being friends, hoping one day she will give me a chance. But it doesn't work that way, if you accept being friends, you are desperate and accept to be with her on her terms. You are easy to manipulate.
You have to let go, but it's also not that easy. (If you let go to later gain her, it doesn't count, you have TO LET GO).
You see, the main reason why I was so confident rejecting being friends, is because I already had friends! The people who accepted my gums! Because I dressed better and worked out, I can look for other fish on this huge sea! Because I worked on my confidence, I no longer fear lonelyness and I control better my anxiety issues!
You have to work on it slowly and patiently. As I said, I took three months. Step by step, you can't force it. And today, after a month of feeling bummed with her decision, I just deleted those porn links for good. NO BACKUPS, NO TEMP FILES, JUST GONE. I wish I could show you a picture of me before and now. I'm from Guatemala, Latin American, and I encourage you to follow my steps and journey to the best version of yourself.
If you have finished my story, I thank you for your time, and I hope you can follow your best path too. Charles out.

Does anyone have a specific scene in the movies/books that makes them uncomfortable to read or watch? For me it’s the reptile mutts in mockingjay pt 2. Even just reading about them makes my skin crawl.

Aslam o Alikum, I have a question regarding the career path I wish to head down. I really want to be a digital marketer for movies as I enjoy watching films and I want to head down a path that creates strong marketing campaigns for films that don’t get the attention they deserve in comparison to blockbuster films.
So with that being said, is my career choice haram?

Hi, so this won’t paint me in the best light, but I want to be transparent. My life sucks right now. I basically have no friends, I never leave my house, I’m depressed, broke, and severely lonely. I’ve done shit that’s put me in a bad spot and now I have anxiety about the outcome. The only person I talk to at this point is my mom and sometimes a friend I have, but she’s often busy with her kids and her own life. I’ve only had one real relationship and maybe there’s just something wrong with me.
I have plans to improve my life but it’s like I’m held back by my own brain. On the other hand I think I’m a great friend and I’m good at conversation. I like movies, reading, writing, music, bowling, and cheesecake. I dream of living in the countryside somewhere one day, and I love Fall. I laugh a lot, and I think I’m hilarious. Hopefully you’ll think so too. I’m trying to pull myself out of this, but the last few years have been a shitstorm. I don’t just spew negativity 24/7, but ya know, life. It would be great to have someone here for the good and the bad, and I’ll do the same.
I want to meet someone who I can really talk to, and vice versa, and who won’t judge me, but who’ll be honest (doesn’t mean rude lol). Long term friendship would be ideal. I like voice chatting as well as text chat, so if this all sounds like something you’d be up for, do message me!

Hi! I've never hooked up with anyone more than 3-4 years younger than me and would highly enjoy the opportunity to experience more agegap. I'm a clean cut professional 6'3-dad bod white/arab guy that lives on a lake near Dallas. Posting here in hopes a pretty lady 18-24 open to talking to an older guy more will reply. Ideally to be fwb, hang out, smoke weed, have fun and watch movies together etc... I'm DDF (besides weed) very laid back, east to get along with, 100% drama free, very calm, mature, friendly and fun. Just looking for someone no pressure open to talking and having fun. I can host at my place or travel some. If you're down to chat and trade pics please pm me!

Hello, I’m 26 and from Georgia and I would like to talk with somebody with similar interests. My interests are video games, metal music, watching movies mostly horror or comedy, woodworking, bowling and being outdoors. I haven’t really ever dated anybody before whether it be online or in person. I really want to find that connection with somebody where we can both trust each other and fall for each other. This may sound a bit sappy or corny but sometimes life is sappy and corny 😛. I definitely feel like I’m missing a connection with somebody and I really hope I can find it. I hope to hear from you soon and I would love to talk and get to know you. 😊 P.S. I may or may not have pictures of deer and the lake where I work to sweeten the deal.

Title question pretty straight forward. My suggestions would be
-live chat with someone in the theater customer service; could let them know if something is going on in theater without having to leave your showing & interrupt movie
-review system for A-Listers (added perk). Would be cool if after the movie the app asked you to write a short review

Hey hey hey, I'm looking for people to chat with while I work on coding and other things at my computer. Please be 18+ as I want not to have to censure myself and I am an adult. I am not looking for anything other than friends. I have a bf. That means I will not entertain any flirting from anyone.
A little about me: I'm 38 and I was born and raised in California. The middle to be exact, do not message me and ask for specifics. The Middle is as specific as I am getting unless I tell you otherwise, I do not like disclosing my location. I enjoy music of all kinds though Taylor Swift is a fave and nerdcore rap. I enjoy movies and TVs, anime and cdramas. I'm open to talking about any of that. I am also an aspiring writer.
Outside of all this, I am a current dialysis patient until I receive kidney transplants. I don't work because of my health issues and I go to treatments 3x/week for 3.5 hours. On top of that, I have cirrhosis of the liver and I need a procedure called paracentesis once a week. My mom passed in September of last year and I am now also taking full responsibility for my 40-year-old disabled and special needs brother. Sometimes I will be busy, others I will have tons of time. I do not work obviously.
Send me a chat, and let's talk. Please be able to hold a conversation and not really on me to talk all the time. If you ask questions that can be answered here, I will not respond since you did not bother to read . Thanks

I could see homelander and stan edgar showing up for cameos.We already know A-Train,Ashley, and the guy who made the vought movie will be in the show because of the trailer.

Hello, I am hoping to find somebody with similar interests to talk to. The conversation can be whatever comes up and I am a pretty open book so questions are welcome. I enjoy video games, horror movies, metal music, woodworking and bowling. I enjoy metal music but I also listen to some other eclectic kinds of music. My favorite video games is probably dark souls but I play plenty of different games. I am hoping to find somebody to talk to today and have a good conversation. I also would prefer to talk on another platform as soon as possible. I’m in a lonely place right now and I really hope I can find somebody to talk to. Ideally I would find a relationship where I could be happy and enjoy time with my partner. I have pictures of myself on my profile if curious.

Curious to know if it makes more sense to write a book version of a story first. Self publish on Amazon, etc. Then write a script? Firstly because it establishes your unique story in public, reducing the chance that some rips it off. Secondly, it might be "discovered" by someone connected.
My Big Fat Greek Wedding was a small, local play that Rita Hanks saw and got husband Tom involved in developing. Had it just been a script sent to agents/producers, it might have never been discovered.
The Godfather, Shawshank, Jaws, LOTR and so many great movies were books first.
Thoughts?

Hello, brothers and sisters in Christ...
I'm a screenwriter, a Christian, and a basic white guy. I'm writing a movie for a major independent motion picture. There's going to be a funeral scene at an AME (African Methodist Episcopal) church in the 1960s, and I want to get it right.
Has anyone ever been to an AME funeral? Or better yet, are you an AME clergy member who might be willing to talk to me?

So my brother randomly remembered this scene but can’t figure out what movie (or potentially a show, but probably a movie) it’s from: in the scene the father (or stepfather) is standing in front of the open fridge which’s the only light source in the room and his daughter is making him eat his beer bottles by mind control because he’s an addict/ maybe abusive or something. Any ideas?

Follow-on to the Part 24 posted over the weekend. This is a short turnaround for me, so maybe this installment is not as structured as the previous ones, but trying to get some important content out there prior to the auction.
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(1) Farce of a KEIP
Senior leadership of a company in Ch 11 proceedings wants to make sure they are ‘incentivized’ for a few weeks leading to an auction?! Did they ever spell out what would be their incremental effort?
Let’s break it down: They operate in a regulated industry in which everything hinges on trial results and approvals. Trials cannot be sped up; all dependent on patient outcomes. Approvals cannot be sped up unless filed with a priority review voucher right at the start that they conspicuously did not do. What is left is the auction itself. There again, all you do is make a data room available (so all parties have a level field), and let them make their conclusions. What exactly will the head of human resources do in the few weeks of being incentivized?? Feverishly stack and unstack paper on their desk?!
These are America’s best and brightest, scrounging like beggars in full public view. Responsible management takes pay cuts; here instead, the grift goes on. Pat may have thought that this is hush money, but the problem is that the ‘hush’ cannot be documented or enforced. Nothing prevents this cast of characters to both take their payout and then turn on Pat at the opportune time.
(2) Crooked Pat and the Athena FDA bungling
If you were a CEO with limited cash runway, your dilution attempt turned down, and a long delayed Athena result, would you not aim for the fastest FDA approval possible? Keep everything ticked and tied to run with a filing, possibly even with a priority voucher? Here’s what happened instead: On Mr 31, 2022, Athena results came out. Since it barely made the quarter, Pat likely got some bonuses out of it. The FDA filing happened IN THE SEPTEMBER TIMEFRAME, a full six months later. Can you believe it??
This was to get the approval that will dramatically increase their TAM and compete with the other two PARPs in front-line. Here we are, a full year later, awaiting FDA to work it through. Also, notable was that in 3Q 2022, when FDA made noises about ODAC, Clovis was conspicuously silent. We have seen other biotechs express confidence about making their case, but here they act completely cavalier and complacent about approval.
Gillian Ivers-Read was a founder of CLVS with Pat, and the head of Regulatory Affairs. She resigned/ was fired prior to the BK filing. In a deposition we can find out all her points of disagreement with Pat on the Athena filing process. Did Pat directly or indirectly cause a slow-walk since the trial results?
(3) Malfeasance during BK proceedings
It has been clearly pointed out on the message boards that there was no need to file a liquidation plan until after the auction. Since Pat has no idea of the auction outcome, it is a premature filing that only serves to inform investors that they should expect to be fully impaired.
With the DATA AVAILABLE AT THAT TIME, Pat concluded that priority classes 1 thru 5 will get to vote, but 6 thru 8 would be keep out since they are fully impaired.
Now, follow very closely what happens next! FAP goes uncontested for a total of $680 mn. If your preclinical asset has crossed the half-billion mark, then shouldn’t your double indication double approved Rubraca should be at least worth that much? Are we seeing the outlines of these two assets combined taking us to the ‘third checkbox’, the one that is from 1 bn to 1.5 bn.??
Then, March 21 was the bid deadline. If the highest bid on that day was anything more than $200 million, then the assets have gone into the 1 bn plus range. 680 + 200 Rubraca + 200 inventory. The DATA AS OF MAR 21 may have indicated to Pat that classes 5 thru 8 may not be impaired at all!
With this data available to him, it is incumbent on him to revise the liquidation plan so that equity would have some representation in the auction. He does not do that, and we are already on the day prior to the auction.
In effect, Pat is going into an auction where he knows that Equity is likely not fully impaired, but having not communicated this to the court or taken any steps to have some form of equity representation, which is the RIGHT of equity.
He is going into an auction with a malicious intent of excluding equity who should actually have a say in the proceedings. Please go right ahead!! This decision of yours will be nailed to you Pat, ‘fully, non-revocable, forever’ with no option of an opt-out!
(4) Framework for bid evaluation
As I pointed out in the previous part, Pat in his interest of damaging shareholder interests would want to declare a bid winner when it has the largest percent of CVRs and the smallest percent of cash. This will allow him to push out any recovery out into the future, definitely causing a subset of retail to not wait out for the long-run. He would put on his cross-eyed cretin face saying “In my foodooshary duty, I have picked the highest value bid” conveniently omitting that it is actually not in the best interest of investors.
Here is a proposal for a more sophisticated framework for bid valuation: Consider five points in time: t, t+3, t+6, t+12, and t++
t is the cash component of all bids, t+3 is the cash plus any CVRs that are expected to mature in the next three months, t+6 is the cash plus any CVRs that are expected to mature in the next six months, and so on.
t++ is the combined total cash and all CVRs however distant those may be. As an example, the $680 mn for FAP would correspond to t++.
Now in this framework, all the final bids for Rubrca after auction will be presented as these five data points. It is very unlikely that the same BP will pop-up at all five points. One BP would be winning at one time point, another at a different one.
It is ONLY EQUITY representation that will decide which time point to choose for equity recovery. Based on that chosen time-point the appropriate BP gets selected who gets to buy Rubraca. Pat will not decide it for us, given his history of running acting against shareholder interests.
Once the creditors are made whole, ONLY EQUITY gets to decide from that point on. Creditors cannot have influence on how the share upside is captured.
(5) Calling all whistle-blowers
Oh, those poor Clovis employees! Pat sold them a story, his past history of selling companies, and how they are getting equity in Clovis as their performance rewards. Well, with the liquidation plan, Pat is laughing at you and telling you that your shares are worthless! In effect, he is flat out evaporating one component of your rewards.
As I have said previously, if you have ANY information of a clinical, regulatory, financial, or commercial nature that supports the argument that Pat and other senior leaders have acted against their fiduciary duty, then you can bring those claims forward to the recovery group, and it can be evaluated for further action by BM.
Please know that you don’t need to have a watertight case; your information may be combined with information from some other whistleblowers, and then there will be the discovery process also available.
The recovery that is being attempted is for all investors, and that includes employees. Consider doing your part to arm the recovery process; it will benefit all investors.
(6) Sunlight is the best disinfectant
As I have mentioned previously, this is a crime in slow-motion that Pat is unfolding in front of us. Fortunately for us, with the representation that BM is providing us, Pat’s original agenda is defeated.
He very confidently thought that he would enter into a maze and go from Point A to point B. Well that original exit is now blocked and not sure if he had a plan B. The rat is in the maze, waiting for the punishment that equity is going to hand out!
Any of the readers here, if you have a good investigative journalist contact that can do a piece, please make that connect. Publications like WSJ, NYT, Wash Post, Barrons, Slate, Rolling Stone, you get the drift. Let’s blow this up!
There is an HBO documentary worth watching ‘Gaming Wall Street’ which is about a retail short squeeze. We could be in the middle of effecting a retail take down of a biotech CEO, worth some investigative journalism or a movie down the road, who knows?
But the sheer corruption here, of an attempt to prevent the return to investors for a very strong drug in Rubraca, WILL NOT go unchallenged or unpunished.
(7) One-two punch
The way I see it, the first objective is to make sure the auction is broad and fair and obtains the maximum possible value for our assets. Once that is done, at some point CLVS as an entity will cease to exist. Remember that when Pat was fined for Roci, the money came out of Clovis cash. Well, when the company ceases to exist and the shareholders have their returns and their CVRs we can then go after Pat and all other people in a fiduciary capacity.
There will be enough material to take civil and criminal proceedings forward. And when the squeeze is put on the other officers, if they can provide incriminating information about Pat, there can be leniency extended to them. As the founder CEO of Clovis, it is Pats scalp that we are after considering the damage that he has done to investors. His Napoleon Complex will come back to bite him.
With the help of whistle-blowers and other parties we can take Pat to the poorhouse and the jailhouse. We’ll take him for all he has so he can contemplate, in a confined space, his version of ‘Breaking Bad’.
(8) Endnote
We all need to appreciate that capitalism works with certain guardrails. All participants in the capital structure have their part to play, and have a unique mix of risk and reward. When those guardrails are breached and investors are unfairly looted, please be prepared for their white-hot rage to be turned against the perpetrators.
Pat needs to resign himself to get the stuffing litigated out of him. As the company assets get sold, let him make choices that do not put himself into a deeper hole than he already is in. Choose wisely!
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I am here until CLVS is acquired. And for you, my only recommendation is: Choose wisely!
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I’m a new mom to 2 amazing kids 1 boy 1 girl I gave birth 2 weeks ago. The pregnancy was difficult not just because of being pregnant but people around me. My SIL tried to steal our baby names so we gave her fake ones she still hasn’t figured out she’s called her son Jackass in Lithuanian (I’m Lithuanian) we just told her it’s a double barrel name and she believed us. My husband had a cancer scare at around 3 months and then my Obgyn got cancer he beat it but is now travelling Asia with his wife which I honestly think is quite cute and sweet. But the most challenging thing of all was that I was told throughout my pregnancy that I was having one baby not twins.
My new obgyn was very dismissive of all my concerns she’d roll her eyes a lot and explain everything matter of factly like me and my husband where both idiots. We where told that our baby would have ambiguous genitalia, where they show signs of being both genders it was heartbreaking but we came to terms with it and that they would need corrective surgery as they grew up, aswell as the possibility of needing hormones. We where told that it was most likely a girl with male deformities.
I went into labour at 36 weeks early for a single baby but pretty much full term for twins. When my daughter was born I was over the moon the doctors where all surprised as she was born fully female me and my husband cried. 20 minutes later I started having contractions again my doctor told me it was just phantom contractions and they would pass but they got more often and longer eventually after demanding an ultrasound she relented and did one it showed another baby her face went as white as a ghost before she started shouting for labour and delivery to come back to our room. She kept repeating everything was going to be alright but by this point I was in tears I just wanted her gone somehow 10 or so people had missed one whole kid for like 6 or 7 months (I’m not sure when you can tell if it’s twins on scans) I asked for a different obgyn, she started to refuse and I was too panicked to fight back before my husband shouted “she wants a different doc get her a different doc, your so incompetent that you would call for a c section cause you can’t see the head all while looking in her ear” she stomped her foot and then proceeded to storm out in the most unprofessional manner I’ve ever seen a few moments later a young man walked in. When I seen him at the start I wanted another obgyn because he was stuttering and stammering while he asked questions and looked at my chart before he clapped his hands together and said “right let’s get this bad boy out” it was like a different man appeared he was calm stern but had a sense of humour to keep us calm extremely professional and didn’t stutter once. I was in labour for an hour with my son, who was thankfully born happy healthy and screaming. THE AMOUNT OF HOSPITAL STAFF AND ADMIN THAT VISITED drove me insane they weren’t concerned with me and my kids as much as they where concerned with if I was gonna sue for malpractice for missing a whole baby and misdiagnosing it as ambiguous genitalia which is an incredibly rare defect. (I still don’t know that much about it)They’ve offered me a substantial amount of money to settle but legal action hasn’t even crossed my mind.
Me nor my husband want to do anything concerning legal action, we just want to spend time with our kids and enjoy our first few weeks as new parents to 2 surprises. I’m honestly tempted to ask for a high sum and settle just to get them to back off. We had to come up with a boys name pretty fast but we settled on one eventually we named our daughter Enrika after my best friend (she’s still alive and I just really like her name) and my surprise of a son is named Severide (not sure where we heard it from but we really like it) I just feel so depressed and frustrated from my whole hospital care during my pregnancy and my labour it should have been a magical moment afterwards but instead it was ruined by constant pestering by lawyers and admins. Although maybe that magical moment is just on Tv and movies and I was living in a world of fantasy. Has anyone else ever had this bad a hospital experience. Apologies for the really long post I just REALLY needed to rant to people who wouldn’t know me in the street just cause it’s simpler.
I know being a mother is stressful but with everything that went wrong even if it worked out in the end it just makes me want to cry my babies had to share a cot for the first 2 nights we at least managed to get a second baby carrier before we left the hospital. I feel like a terrible mother for not pushing back on my crappy care earlier, I should have felt that I was having twins. Everyone keeps congratulating me on my second surprise and wanting to know the details but I just don’t want to share, all I want is to be left alone with me my husband and little enrika and severide, but I feel terrible for ignoring everyone else.
Am I going mad or am I just a horrible person?
(Sorry if I don’t respond babys are sleeping so I might try taking a power nap)