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One time, like half a year ago, my aunt and uncle had come to our house for a family gathering, all sorts of distant relatives there, and of course, my cousins were there and I was parentified.

They ravaged my old toys, watched Skibidi toilet brainrot, and had a weird obsession with werewolves, kept howling saying they'll transform, and they kept talking about Taralero Talalalo shark or whatever.

So i had a idea to snap them out of it.

I showed them some kind of movie, and made up details about each scene.

A scene of some dudes hunting - 'see? That guy in the brown jacket is secretly a werewolf!'

A scene of a dude climbing a hill in rain. - 'hes turning into his wolf form, the fur on his jacket is actually his real fur!'

A scene of a cheetah - 'thats his werewolf form! And now his tribe found out!'

Ect, ect

And they were amazed.

Then I lured them into a dark room and pretended to be 'The taralero boogieman' and they ran away, now convinced Taralero is evil.

Then I told them that if they transform (its not even a full moon, but they don't know that), it will hurt a lot and they will get sent to the special pound and they must keep their werewolf status a secret from their parents.

They actually believed it. They acted sterotypically suspicious Infront of their mom and when it was time to go home, they refused to go outside because they thought they would transform.

It ended up being a silly moment where they pretended to confess and the parents played along with shock, and it was oddly dramatic.

English isn't my first language and I'm pretty bad at using metaphors/idioms and all that stuff when writing fics, aside from that, I'm pretty descriptive and write long fics but will the lack of that kind of language tick off readers?

Putting pressure on my toe when I walk hurts, I walk with a small limp because of it, how can I fix it? It's in the earlier stages

Aside from isolating himself in his depression nest, what kind of plot or arc do you want for Thatcher to have in the next volumes? He's in a tough spot, he lost Ruth, Dave, and Adam, What's left in store for him? And how can he progress as a character?

My eyesight first started getting worse at 4th grade, but I was so used to it I didn't think it wasn't normal. I hid it, kept it a secret, squinted in class.

5th grade, it's gotten worse, I can't see the board, the mandatory school medical check up rolls around, I cried in the doctors office because I couldn't see the letters.

My parents made a big deal out of it, yelled at me 'Its from that phone!!', acted like I had no future and was basically dead to them.

I got glasses, got diagnosed at -1 in both eyes.

I wore my glasses in 6th grade just fine, finally had the perfect vision I never knew I could have.

In 7th grade and upwards to 11th, my eyesight got progressively worse, a mix of genetics from my mom and my excessive phone use. I can barely see the board again, I'm genuinely terrified to tell them, I don't know if I'll be able to hide it this school year.

They occasionally ask me if I'm seeing fine, out of fear I say yes.

How should I approach them about my vision getting worse?

Everyday, there's like a entire kindergarten worth of kids throwing balls at my windows, screaming swear words at us when we politely tell them to stop going on our property and vandalizing it. I'm fucking sick of them!!!

I hate that stupid kid with the bike that knows way too many swear words for his age.

I hate that stupid kid that throws tantrums and gathers everyone here.

I hate that stupid kid that thinks she's so grown for her age when she gets on her knees for even the slightest inconvenience.

I hate that stupid kid that throws garbage and balls at our house.

I hate that stupid kid that acts like our yard is a public park.

DISCIPLINE YOUR KIDS.

In my native language, they're called Svetlan, and Svetlana (a female suffix in my language is -a)

Has anyone else had a coincidence like that in which someone has the same or similar name?

It's just so terrifying, inevitable and unknowable.

The fact everything just ends, leaving behind a void where life used to be

No religion can explain it.

It's like falling asleep, but permanent and irreversible, you don't know what's on the other side.

Life is so delicate, you never know when it could end.

It could be violent and loud.

It could be silent and a gradual fade.

It could be anything.

I don't wanna live forever either.

Reincarnation feels wrong.

I hate this stupid fear that contributes to my difficulties in being optimistic in life.

I'm biologically a guy, but the past year or two, I've been feeling like I'm more of a girl, I prefer feminine things, my personality is more feminine, and I have dysphoria with the masculine body I have, but I'm not sure if it's me wanting to be trans or something else.

I'm attracted to men, but I don't exactly see myself as gay, I see myself as a straight woman, and that has me confused.

My past LGBTQ history I've gone from being a guy who doesn't question anything to contemplating being non-binary (Which was moreso just wanting femininity) to wanting to transition.

But at the same time, I don't know if it's the right path, there's just a uncertainty that's been looming the whole time.

1. I've been abused and controlled by my parents all my life, I will not decimate my independence with a child and I won't let them be abused because I'm mentally ill.

2. I live in a 3rd world country that's dying, I don't wanna live in this shithole, let alone bring a poor soul into it.

3. I don't care if it's selfish, but money and stability. All my life I've been living in fear of going into poverty, my parents on the brink of losing their jobs, I want stability for ONCE IN MY LIFE, a child won't ruin my only chance when I'm a adult with hopes and dreams.

4. How hard it is on women: Even if as a man, I don't experience that for myself, I know how hard women have it as a mother, I would feel sorry if I put my hypothetical wife through it. (Not planning on getting a wife anyways)

5. My inability to sacrifice: All my previous points have already said it, I can't make big sacrifices, I've been enough of a scapegoat and parentified as a kid, I'm done making sacrifices for a while that aren't mandatory or desired. (My career, studies, passions, ect)

Basically I was 10, in another town we stayed for a month yearly, staying with my grandparents , my parents had to go to the city, my grandparents were very busy, and since the neighbourhood was very civil and safe, they let this neighbour who knew us babysit me, and my friend.

We were playing with mud in the garden of the neighbour, making dirt cakes, we managed to fill a big plastic bucket with mud and were transporting it, until we accidentally dropped it ON THE CARPET on the front porch while trying to get into the concrete area on the garage, mud everywhere.

We panicked, I rushed inside and tried to distract the neighbour who was making coffee while my friend found a sponge and water, I manage to convince the neighbour to tour me around his house while my friend scrubbed away.

It wasn't enough, now we had a even wetter muddy mess when I snuck glances through the front door secretly. Then I just told the neighbour we would go to 'a further area, just still in the neighbourhood, please???', he said sure but to not wander far and so me and my friend aborted mission and ran away.

We climbed up these weird rusty staircases up to a whole ass highway and eventually made it to a hill where we could see the neighbourhood from below, I was praying the neighbour hadn't noticed the mess yet and was still in his house, but my friend then received a call from that neighbour, and that's when we realised he knew.

We thought to hide in another neighbours house or just stay here, but we decided it wasn't worth the risk to potentially bump into him, so we went to this area that's like a transitionary place between the neighbourhood and the city and stayed at a park, just dreading everything.

Then, I also get a call from Dad, he was furious, that we did that and just ran off like that. I hung up after a few minutes, we sat on a bench, utterly contemplating our decisions.

Eventually, my parents and the friends parents arrive in similar timelines, and I don't know what happened to my friend, but I got a ass whooping and no device until we got back from that town.

I've been trying to make this AU into a original fic, there's lots of easy things completed from prior things already made, yet it's just hard.

I keep feeling like the stories are just dumb, the world feels constantly incomplete, the characters don't feel nuanced and feel bland and one-sided, I'm on the edge of burnout because I can't stop myself from obsessing over every mistake I later find, rushing.

How can I figure out a balanced way to gradually make the worldbuilding so it's not as sloppy and rushed?

My dad has issues with his driving, he's a regular when it comes to getting pulled over for all sorts of things and he's had past DUI charges even, he has a friend who's a cop and they have this routine in which whenever my dad gets his paycheck he gives some money to the cop and the cop never pulls him over if he sees him likes he's forming a alliance with them for inmunity

No it's not arousal or anything, but i swear when I sit down or even after pissing, or whenever I'm nude, my dick feels really sensitive, and not in a good way, it kinda hurts, it's a constant problem that doesn't go away, I'm scared to even wash it properly because I feel like there's something wrong with it, peeing sometimes burns, sometimes it doesn't, and it constantly feels a little 'full', idk how to put it, I never told that to anyone because they'll think I jizz 24/7

I brush my teeth for 10-15 mins MINIMUM everyday because I'm a germaphobe and scared of the dentist because of some traumatic incidents, I know it's bad for my teeth but I can't get it done faster and the fear of cavities scares me. All my teeth are the permanent ones, there's 3 cavities, 2 are filled, one is falling apart, they are also a bit crooked.

How can I get myself to brush at a normal length time and in which... Idk how to put, order does one brush?

A few days ago, a really bad rainstorm hit my area, like natural disaster level bad, and it broke our roof, rain leaked through our walls inside and now there's permanent marks left behind, and there's holes in the roof, the house is on two floors in a weird way that we have two roofs, how can we repair the holes? Do we have to replace the entire roof? Can we just put shingles where the missing pieces are?