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Okay. So about four years ago I quit TikTok cause I sat down one day and was like ‘girl? What did you used to do before this took up all your time huh?’ And I got really scared cause I couldn’t remember lol. So I started trying to get back into all my old hobbies and find new interests. I got obsessed with C.AI but that’s practically crap how so I’ve dumped it—plus fairy baby stopped making DC bots so yknow…—I read a lot of Harry Potter fanfiction on AO3 but a girl could only read so much Harry/ Draco or Harry/severus before they all blend together in her head and I used to read bls and old mangas on here but lately in the past couple years I’ve noticed that the new bls don’t hit like they used to yknow? And I’ve run out of manga/ webtoons I’d like to read because the ones I used to read are already complete. I don’t watch kdramas anymore (it’s tedious guys I’m sorry) and new cartoons where the characters all look the bloody same but with different color schemes (ehem owl house and the like) aren’t my kinda thing.


All this to say that I’m running out of things to occupy my time. I can’t really pick up a hobby like knitting cause I can’t afford to spend that type of money so that’s out of the questions to; could you guys tell me what you do for fun? Even if it is watching cartoons—if you genuinely like it and it’s good and old like pre-Covid old, I’ll give it a watch. Even series and books. Just please help me. I feel like I’m wasting away, nothing is piquing my interest anymore and I’m getting older and older and I’m just here…. Playing digital crossword.

I’m just here, reading a nice fan fiction and then here comes the ‘trying to kiss them while they’re sleeping’ shtick. I hate it so much and u get so embarrassed—and not in a blushy way.

This only counts when the leads aren’t aware of each other’s affections and don’t have a relationship. It feels so icky man!

I wanna get a camera on Amazon—just one of those old timey (old timey?) digital cameras (not the Polaroids) from like the early 2000s for my younger sister as a gift for Christmas. Seeing as I want to keep it as a surprise, I can’t ask her what she’d prefer (if she even has a preference). I don’t have any friends her age and don’t use social media so I thought I’d just ask the question here: what’s a nice (in terms of quality and all that) camera that has lots of space (?) and takes beautiful photos and is affordable? My budget would be max, $500 which in the US would be about $73 and because I live in the Caribbean and it’s a lot to clear stuff bought internationally, plus a hassle to return something if I don’t like it, I wanna get it right the first time.


Please help me y’all; I thought it was easy to just choose a camera but what if the camera doesn’t take the pictures in the retro kind of older golden way or what if I need to buy a new part or something regularly? This is why I wouldn’t buy the Polaroid camera cause I’m guessing you’d have to buy more in that photo thingey? Anyways guys I’m in my early twenties… im not very old. I’m just crap at this and I wanna make my sister happy without having to hurt my pocket.

I need a new site to watch c and k dramas so you guys have any that haven’t been taken down yet?

It’s dawned on me that I’ve never read a woman x manc pregnancy story. I’d like some recs please.

Preferably HEA, non toxic MLs.

Y’all. I don’t want to work. But I really like money and I want to live comfortably. I just heard from some of my male coworkers that they all have a method of ‘passive income’ which basically means that they’ve got money coming in without having to clock any hours.

What are some ways that I can make money passively as a novice in all this? I tried looking up some stuff but it was all about investing and idk enough about stocks to try my hand—it just seems like bougie gambling—so I need other ideas.

I also asked some people on Reddit so I I do get an answer and other people wanna know I’ll post it here.

Lately I’ve been working 16 hour shifts and I’ve been really bored during transit and breaks ‘cause I don’t have anything to look forward to. I’d play subway surfers or block blast but even those have gotten boring. I’d read webtoons but the ones I’m reading update slowly and I don’t use socials like TikTok or instagram so I can’t waste time like that either. What games/ apps on the AppStore (preferably free) do you guys use?

A manga/ Webtoon? That was adapted into a short series. Two male leads—not BL. They’re friends in university I think and they share an apartment? One of them wears glasses and the has hair around his ears I think. There’s this scene I recall where one of the is using the bathroom and the other accidentally sees him showering? It’s a running gag because there’s a window in the bathroom leading to the hallway. It was really funny. Help me please yall

What do you think about waiting till marriage? I’m a virgin and I’m turning 24 in a couple of weeks and have never had a partner. Initially I grew up in a religious household so ‘no sex before marriage!’ was kinda THE slogan for young girls and my parents were both strict on the ‘no dating during secondary school’ thing too. By the time I was eighteen and out of secondary school, I was too busy and quite uninterested in relationships. That was until my two closest friends up and lost theirs three years ago and I’ve hidden the fact that I haven’t lost mines either because I feel like I’d be ridiculed or whatever I guess? They both did say that they regret losing their virginity but I think it was more to do with the person they lost it to instead of the act itself. There’s no one in my life but I was online chatting with a man I might’ve liked a lot and the question of whether I was virgin came up so I was honest and said yes…. He asked ‘why?’ And I kind of didn’t have an answer? My default was always that I wanted to wait till married but deep down I don’t think that’s it really? But then again based on my friends experiences maybe that’s the way to go? On top of that I feel like men of my age bracket wouldn’t exactly want a woman that isn’t experienced or at least has had one experience because I’ve heard a lot that men find women that are virgins to be a ‘tedious lay’. I’m afraid that by the time I find someone that I love and want to be with that this little thing might hinder things?? Idk. I’m highkey afraid actually and I can’t ask my real friends for advice because they think I’m not a virgin anymore. My plan isn’t really a plan and I don’t think I have the guts to do it but what about the idea of just getting it out of the way with a stranger? I need some genuine advice and I’ve never felt so helpless in my fucking life.

Am I the issue in the recurring arguments between my sister and I? I will try to be as objective as possible however seeing as I can’t exactly articulate my sister’s thoughts in all this, I may be a little opinionated. If I am in the wrong, please don’t hesitate to tell me; I’m asking here because I believe that I do indeed have a part to play in all this no matter how small. To skip to the relevant parts

I’m F24 and my sister is F23. We share a mother, and her father—my stepfather—raised me until he and my mother divorced in 2016. My sister and I have always been close, both figuratively and literally. We shared a room for most of our lives and went through a lot of family issues together.

Her father was abusive to our mother and showed both blatant and subtle favoritism toward my sister. I recognized that dynamic early, even before I fully understood what it meant that he wasn’t my biological father. He also had a son with my mother (M16), but even then, the favoritism toward my sister remained. She was perceptive enough to notice it and, in her own way, leaned into it—not to hurt me intentionally, but because she liked the advantage it gave her.

She was very coy and taciturn, not shy but simply observant so she didn’t speak much and yet she liked being included and enjoyed being around people. Because of her personality—unintentionally standoffish—people didn’t really like her unless they got to know her. We were a set however, so if they cast her aside, I was right there; the more agreeable, non-confrontational sister. I knew she compared us in that regard and sometimes felt envious of how easily I got along with people. And, if I’m being honest, because I already felt inferior at home, I took some satisfaction in that.

We lived on my stepfather’s property, surrounded by his family. For a long time, I thought they were mine too—his mother, his sisters, my sister’s cousins. But as I got older, it became clear from their behavior that they didn’t like my mother or me. That was another situation where I think my sister benefited, and perhaps even enjoyed it, though I don’t believe that, as a child, she fully understood how much it affected me.

Growing up in that environment, I adapted. I learned early on that I needed to please my stepfather to avoid being ignored, yelled at, or hit. Meanwhile, my sister was given more freedom. She was the biological child, the younger one, and she was coddled. She could ignore people, avoid discipline, or speak her mind without the same consequences. When her behavior wasn’t received well, the blame often fell on me or my mother. So I started compensating—trying to smooth things over, make things easier, make up for what others saw as her shortcomings.

Even now, I question how much of my personality is actually mine. I’ve gotten used to diffusing tension with humor, acting a bit vapid or overly easygoing just to keep things light. It’s almost instinctual at this point. And it’s exhausting. Sometimes I feel like if I stopped performing that version of myself, people would treat me the way they initially treated her—distant, dismissive. That thought lingers more than I’d like. This is a bit of a tangent, but it feels relevant.

After the divorce, we moved back to my mother’s ancestral home. It’s multigenerational—my aunt, her family, my grandfather. Space was limited at first, but being around my mother’s family felt different. There was a sense of security in knowing I belonged there, that I was loved simply because I was my mother’s daughter. That alone made me softer, more at ease.

Eventually, the household shifted—people passed away, the house expanded—and my sister and I ended up sharing a room again before later getting our own spaces.

Around that time, I got my first government job during COVID, so I was still earning while things were unstable. My sister had just finished school and wasn’t working yet, so I gave her 300 a month to clean my room. It was a small room—just a bed and a dresser—but it felt like a way to help her out. Whenever I got paid (usually 3500 or less), I’d take her and our brother out for food or clothes. Nothing extravagant, but it made me happy. I genuinely enjoy giving to my siblings.

I didn’t expect anything in return. Or at least, I thought I didn’t. But I do realize that I expect a certain level of gratitude. Maybe that’s unfair, but it mattered to me—especially because everyone knew I didn’t have much to give in the first place.

Eventually, my contract ended, and my sister got a job while I went back to studying. I struggled to get funding; she didn’t. Later, I found out why—she had been saving money for years. Our father had been sending her small amounts consistently, and she had also been receiving money from a family friend who favored her. She never mentioned any of it.

What stood out to me also was that he hasn’t shared until much later, that her allowance growing up was higher than mine and our brother’s. I got 30 a day for lunch and transport—an hour to and from—; she got 50 or more, despite having a shorter, free commute. She saved all of that quietly.

So when I was giving her money monthly, she already had thousands saved and ongoing support from multiple sources. I didn’t react outwardly—I told myself it was her money, and she had every right to it. But internally, I knew that if I had been aware of her financial situation, I wouldn’t have given as much as I did. And I recognize that feeling as selfish, even if it still feels valid.

When she started working and I wasn’t, things shifted. I was still trying to pay for school with inconsistent help from my biological father. She focused on saving for herself, which is fair—but when it came to me, her generosity was minimal. On my birthday, for example, she might give me 400 to shop, but she would control it—holding onto the money, monitoring what I chose to buy, almost policing it.

That hurt. It made me feel both angry and small. It felt like we had switched positions, but the imbalance remained. I was expected to give freely, but she wasn’t willing to meet me even halfway.

I know this part is shaped by my own perspective—I don’t fully know her reasoning. But she has admitted recently that she is selfish and doesn’t intend to change. And that’s been difficult to sit with, especially considering that by then she had accumulated so much—clothes, personal items, things I had helped her choose, things I had given her, and full access to my own belongings over the years.

And that’s separate from the money I gave her every month for two years.

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The biggest argument we had went like this.

I honestly can’t even remember how we initially stopped speaking, but things escalated when she realized her toothbrush was missing. Before that, there was already tension—we had just gone back to sharing a room after having our own spaces for over a year, and she was clearly irritated about that. So the atmosphere was already strained.

When she noticed the toothbrush was gone—after maybe two weeks—she got very upset. And because I could already see how she was acting, I lied and said I didn’t take it. I lied because, at this point, I’ve come to expect that she won’t willingly give me anything. So yes, I do sometimes take things without telling her, especially when I think she won’t notice—which, most of the time, she doesn’t. But this time, she did.

Eventually, it came to a head and I admitted that I had taken it. I told her I didn’t understand why she was reacting so strongly over a toothbrush, especially since it came in a pack of three. She was already using one, I took another, and there was still one spare left. But it wasn’t about the number—she wanted both, and more than that, she knew I had taken it, which is what made her escalate.

And, like I’ve done before, I brought up everything I’ve done for her. I talked about how much I used to give when I had money, and even now, when I get anything—whether from my father or someone repaying me—I still use it to buy food for the house, or things everyone ends up sharing. I know this is something she hates—that I “throw it in her face”—and I know it’s not right, but in the moment it feels relevant.

At the same time, I can see how our roles have shifted. I’m not working right now, and she has a stable job. But even so, I still end up contributing in whatever way I can—financially, domestically, or otherwise. Meanwhile, she’s very reluctant to give anything. Even my mother has noticed this. If something small is needed, she’ll ask me, because I’m the more agreeable one. If it’s something large—thousands—then she might ask my sister, but even then, there’s hesitation.

I do try to be fair in how I look at this. When we were younger, my sister was the more diligent one. She cleaned regularly, kept things in order, and took on responsibilities without being asked. People saw that and appreciated it, but eventually, it became expected of her. I can understand why she stopped. She went from being diligent to, in some ways, withdrawing from those responsibilities, and I ended up picking up more of the slack.

Now, I cook, I clean, I try to keep things running, and I still contribute when I can, even without a job. She doesn’t. Instead, she invests her time and energy elsewhere—especially into this new friendship she has. And from what I’ve overheard, she talks about me like I’m lazy, annoying, and difficult to live with. She says she’s treated unfairly and that nobody listens to her.

I’ve been trying to understand her perspective—why she feels so strongly that she’s in the right and we’re all wrong.

Earlier today, we had another argument. We had actually not been speaking for a few days, but I overheard her on the phone, mentioning me repeatedly, and I confronted her. I asked her directly what the issue was. She said she wasn’t speaking to me, which confused me because I thought I was the one who had stopped speaking to her—over something petty she did with the fan.

We share a room, and there’s one fan that she bought. Since she’s at work most of the day, I use it. Sometimes I adjust it or unplug it, which she doesn’t like. So she removed the knob entirely so I couldn’t use it. That upset me, and I pulled back from speaking to her.

But apparently, she had already decided not to speak to me before that. When I asked why, she wouldn’t explain. She just said she was tired of repeating herself about respecting her things. I genuinely don’t know what she was referring to. Aside from the fan, I haven’t touched anything of hers since the toothbrush incident. At least, not that I can recall. And that’s the part that unsettles me—I started questioning myself, wondering if I had done something and forgotten.

I kept asking her to just tell me what it was so we could resolve it, but she refused. I got frustrated, raised my voice, and eventually said things I knew would hurt her.

At some point, I told her she was the common denominator—that everyone seems to have issues with her, and she never considers that she might be the problem. I said it intentionally to hurt her. But now I’m sitting here wondering if I’m the problem instead.

Because when I try to step into her perspective, I can see at least part of it: I don’t always respect her boundaries. I’ve taken her things without asking. I’ve minimized her feelings about it. And I bring up past generosity in arguments, which isn’t fair.

But at the same time, I can’t ignore the contradiction. Even when we’re not speaking, she continues to use my things—my clothes, my bag, items I’ve bought or never even used myself. And I don’t say anything. It doesn’t even occur to me to stop her.

So it feels one-sided. It feels like she expects strict respect for her boundaries while freely crossing mine.

And now I’m at a point where I don’t know what to do with that. I’m tired of being the one to bridge the gap. I’ve done it before—after past arguments, I was the one to initiate peace. If I hadn’t, we probably wouldn’t have spoken again.

But I don’t want to keep doing that alone.

We’re only a year apart, yet it feels like we operate on completely different understandings of responsibility, fairness, and maturity. And I don’t know if I’m justified in feeling that way—or if I’ve been wrong all along.

Believe it or not, I’ve just now learned about the imprinting thing in the third (is it third IDK) twilight movie and about how Sam left his fiancée for her cousin/ best friend.

Obviously I spazzed out because WTF, right? Obviously Emily is in the wrong here. Apparently the girl asked Leah to be her BRIDESMAID.

WHAT THE FUCK.

Ps: I have no friends to talk about this stuff with so I come to you all. I undertake that most of you have probably already aired your grievances about this topic years ago but I still wanna hear your thoughts.

You couldn’t pay me to read a yaoi where the main love interests get together whilst one is in a normal relationship with a woman. Im always afraid that it might happen to me one day finding out that my husband is gay cause he used the company credit card at a gay strip club is actually a reoccurring nightmare I’ve had a lot since 2021

Can you guys give me tried and true tips on how to loose weight and not muscle? And gain muscle also I suppose but I can’t afford acces to a gym and so I’m working with only my body weight; I don’t except incredible results it’s just that I’m skinny fat and the skin on my arms and thighs kind of hag of the bone. I looked it up and it’s cause I’m losing muscle along with fat because I don’t eat often.

I want to fix the issue by April. I’d like tips on things that a cheap to buy and eat, habits to take up since I can’t gym and exercise to do and if you’ve had flabby skin—either from losing a lot of weight fast or because you were skinny fat—how did you get it back to its normal elasticity?

Thats my biggest fear that I may become healthy and Lee my normal weight but my skin won’t go back to how it was. I’m twenty four and I’ve got weird skin on my thighs—kinda looks like clumped milk.

I need song recs. <3

I am in dire straits; desperate for the help of another soul entombed in the murky, tempestuous, MERCURIAL waters that is the science of Law. I’ve just begun my third year and second semester of paralegal studies and I feel a burgeoning hope, a burning emotion tumbling around in the cavity where once my heart—unencumbered by the realities of ‘the constitution and parliament and rules of law and DUE PROCESS—resided; I fee like I finally understand what which I was supposed to all those years ago in 2023. I’d like to fuel that burn, feed it why it needs to keep lit; companions… I need study tips. For my mind up until this morning was not unlike a sieve—sifting through the to retained only to drain all but the lyrics for Waka Flocka Flame’s ‘No Hands’ (I listened to it whilst studying)—but now I see the light at the end of the tunnel, my desire to become an academic weapon has urged me to come to my superiors now—people who’ve braved deeper waters; share with me your secrets of retention and remembering!

It doesn’t matter which fandom; which non canon ships just piss you off or rub you the wrong way? For me it’s Shiro x Keith from Voltron and freaking Midoriya x Bakugo. The hate I feel for them (the ships not the characters) is vile atp

Those recs at the top of the page with the big boobed, greased up, panting, small headed twinks or inhumanly large, horsedicked abusive—IN SOME FORM OR FASHION—bottoms, look like ass. I’ve never read em but I’m feeling like I may be missing out on some gems you know.

What are some dumbass or dumbass *looking* bls that you’ve given a chance and don’t regret?

Anybody wanna read a draft for a fanfiction I’m writing? Isn’t complete and it’s a Gen and it’s a Harry Potter one.

Please say yes; I want criticism. It doesn’t even need to be constructive though I’d appreciate that.

In Omegaverse lore, I understand how male omegas work: they usually still have male anatomy, but they can get pregnant. What confuses me is how female alphas and female omegas work anatomically in stories where same-secondary-gender pairings can have children.

For example, in a female alpha/female omega relationship:
- Which one gets pregnant?
- Does the female alpha have some kind of reproductive anatomy different from a typical female body?
- Is the female alpha able to impregnate someone biologically, and if so, how is that usually explained in Omegaverse settings?
- Or is the female omega the one with altered anatomy instead?

I’m basically asking what the common anatomy and reproduction rules are in Omegaverse fiction for female alpha/female omega pairings, female alpha/ male beta pairings, because I mostly only see explanations for male omegas.

Just read the red wedding. Freaking tf out. Are there any got fans in the midst?