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Ass, Crush, and Dude: hiya :) Healer who sent me the chat screenshot after I left the dungeon in despair Me, tank Ninja not using death blossom RDM not using scatter hello everyone o/ morning! use aoes on big pulls please aoe pls use cloud of daggers alexia use scatter on big groups can you guys respond? to? big groups? can you use your aoes on death blossom is not the only tool in my tool box you are doing single target skills against 10+ enemies, it's making this take three times as long as it needs to T have 3 aoes besides that and I was useing each as I was able yes but they are cool downs, use death blossom when they are off I know friend and I was ok |not sure why we had an abandon vote I'm gonna do a big pull, and I hope l don't see gust slash, aeolean edge, ok stfu OK nah |all you are is being rude good luck my dude or armour crush once On pulls of 3 or more, you spam aoes thats just the rule En I know that and I was and because he has his head up his ass he thinks its ok to lecture someone Yeah 400 1000 But you are playing the game wron... you do way less damage and make the dungeon gOslower3 have fun I refuse to run with people who are both blind and rude 4 1spam holy on big pulls, i dont cast single target ok well The redmage avoided most of the attention as they had said 4 I'm trying to not be rude here literally nothing all dungeon, but once I checked my logs I saw... this. Atrash pull with just hard cast veraerO or verthunder. End me please a aood luck bve At least they were using AoE Name Amount Casts Avg Cast Hits Avg Hit Crit DHit % DPS 4.4k 13.6% Veraero II 481.5k 18 27.1k 110 32.7% 2,421.3 Verthunder || 353.5k 16 23.5k 85 4.4k 16.5% 27.1% 1,777.5 Fleche 64.5k 5 17.2k 5 17.2k 20.0% 324.2 Total 899.4k 4,523.1 These ninja changes making death blossom a 60s cooldown really hurt their dungeon DPS. Square Enix please fix
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Another One, Birthday, and Crush: Pick a number? SEX &SEXUALITY THE BASICS REDDIT 49. Are you a virgin 1. Age 25. How many followers do you have 26. Favorite subreddit 2. Gender 50. Has anyone seen you naked 3. Height 27. Favorite redditor 51. Have you any tattoos /piercings 4 Welght 28. Amount of time you spend on reddit 52. Have you had a same-sex experience 5. Where are you from 29. How many people have you chatted with 53. Have you ever sent a nude 6 Zodiac sign 30. Last person you DM'd/Chatted 54. Have you ever sexted 7 First name 31 55. Have you ever kissed anyone How many subreddits do you follow 8 Birthday 32. Do you follow any NSFW subreddits 56. Am I attractive FAVORITE THINGS LOOKS SEXUAL NSFW 33. Hair style Favorite color 57. Bra/dick size 10. Favorite lood 34. Hair color 58 Pubic hair natural, trimmed, shaved or none 11 Favorite music genre 35. Eye color 59. Do you have any body hair 12. Favorite song 36. Body type/build 60. Guys-only are you circumcised 37. Ethnicity 13 Favorite movie 61. How often do you masturbate 14. Favorlte tv show 38. Favorite outfit 62. Last time you masturbated 39. What are you wearing 15. Favorite animal 63. Have you ever watched porn 16. Favorite thing to do 40. Type of underwear you wear 64. Ideal sexual /physical attributes 65. Favorite sexual fantasty LIFE/EXPERIENCE RELATIONSHIPS 66. Turns ons/ Turn offs 17. Your hobbies/sports 41 Sexuallity 67. Any kinks 18. Future job / ambitions 42. Relationship status 43. Who is your crush 19. Have you drank / smoked MISC. 44. Celebrity crush 20. Have you done drugs 70 Send me a DM/Chatmessage 45. Have you ever cheated on someone 21. Do you have any pets 22. Best memory Ask whatever you like (can't say no) 46. Ideal girtfriend/boytriend 71 23. Most embarrassing moment 47. Idea of a perfect date 72. Ask me one 24. Dream vacation 48. Have you asked anyone out EXTENDED EDITION- THE REDDIT RITEENAGERS PICK A NUMBER GAME JULY 2019 These are pretty fun, I’m going to do another one.
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Club, Dancing, and Friends: lezOmbie gahdamnpunk private hijabi Follow @faaaaadumo notice how only her while the men stood aroun...disgraceful. jumped in to help women StanceGrounded @_SJPeace_ Tourist gropes Thia Women in Public and this is what happens.. Think twice before you "Grab em by the p*ssy" 0:48 3:30 PM 10 Jun 2018 1,774 Retweets 3,385 Likes When you thought men been hit rock bottom but they prove you wrong me @ the Thai ladies Originally posted by keithbtw crudebian Not only men didnt do anything but they also tried to pull women away and save the fucker. cumbler-tumbler And checked on him afterward. manboy-yuck Obviously, fucking disgusting pigs they always support each other especially when they're against women. Men are trash star-of-wormwood the real bro code - protect other men against the consequences of their actions against women destructrice It has nothing to do with these women on the video but the discussion here reminded me of a situation when I was at a club a few years back... a girl was completely passed out on a corner and a guy approached her and started touching her breasts and pulling up her skirt. I was with some male friends and I asked them to go there with me to help her and all of them said no ("not my business" "but it looks like they're having fun" "I don't want any problems"). I asked a random girl that was just dancing nearby to go there with me and she just agreed without any objections. The guy freaked out when we verbally confronted him and took off, we found the girl's friends eventually, everything ended well. But it was terribly disappointing that my male friends, those that call themselves feminist-allies and communists couldn't care less about a woman being raped and wouldn't do anything to stop it even when they were called to action. Source: twitter.com #men are trash #those women are heroes 65,859 notes Jan 26th, 2019
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Alive, Being Alone, and Bad: Follow April 25 A MOTHER'S WORST FEAR The Door to Freedom.. The last thing I remember telling the police before they took me away was where Arabella's diapers were and how to take care of her. I felt confused scared and in shock at the thought of not being with my daughter all the time....having to uphold some ideal image of what a mother should be For those who don't know my story it probably feels like I just dropped a bomb on you so let's start at the very beginning... When I first found out I was pregnant the first emotion I remember feeling was anger At that time in my life I wasn't ready for a child. I was busy chasing guys, having sex, and working 11 hour 'dream job' shifts, and contemplating going to vet school. I thought I was 'connected and living the life but I wasn't. I was connected to a deeper drive. A drive to be good' at all costs...a drive to subscribe to what I thought on some level would award me love. You know? THE AMERICAN DREAM... Go to college get a degree build a family etc. None of it felt easy. It often felt like trying to swim against a strong current...the current being my heart. I subscribed to the american dream for a while and even now, as I look back, I wouldn't change the lessons I learned and how it inevitably led me to where I am today but before we get there back to the story.. When I got pregnant I was technically adult (26) but in many ways I was stll a child inside...I hadn't broken free from the constraints of expectations I had taken on from my parents and society. I was dead inside and using sex, work, social media, and food to cope with it. After I found out I was pregnant I considered abortion. Iremember my mom had told me she had one before yet something in me told me no. I wanted to go through with it even though I had no clue who I was or what I was doing. Time passed and my pregnancy didn't get any easier. Work was a struggle. I remember going to farmers markets selling dog treats at 30 weeks after my soul cat suddenly died in my arms. I was at an was shot. I felt alone more thanI ever had and relied heavily on my partner I time low. My self esteem to be there when he wasn't 'home' either I soon got a job as a secretary and found myself following the footsteps of my mother. She was a secretary when she was pregnant with me... Working for 'the man' while her dreams desires passions were put on hold to make a living to make a life for me. She wanted to give me the freedom she never had and the security that she never felt. Being the oldest female she became a mom before she was ready. She had to grow up before she was ready to help her mom who was crumbling as a mostly single mother of 5. I remember hearing stories about grandma lashing out in anger at all 5 kids and imagined that she must've felt trapped too..in this dynamic that has been going on for a LONG time. The cycle came here to break. If I knew what it would take to break this cycle I wouldn't have chosen the path I've walked. I would've told myself it would be too painful and wrong and yet my soul set everything up perfectly and whether I liked it or not. I had signed up for the death of the mother image whether I liked it or not. I chose my path. МОTHERHOOD... I've never been one to pretend to like something I don't and motherhood was one of those dislikes for me. The expectations of motherhood my brain downloaded for the sake of inclusion and connection (as a mother) fucking sucked. I bucked kicked and screamed at them the whole way. My anger was always bubbling beneath the surface ready to come out and react at every 'little" thing. Yet, thing is it WASNT little." It was never about the spilled milk, the poopy messes, or the loud toys. It was about how deprived of love, passion, and turn on I was. My cup was more than empty so the little things always came out BIG. didn't have the emotional bandwidth to deal with myself much less another human being. I remember it getting so bad that I ended up screaming in my Arabella's face when she was an infant because I felt sleep deprived and poweriess to what she needed. Her dad was asleep on the couch pretending to stay asleep because he had work. I felt utterly alone and enslaved to the needs of another human being. It was the perfect recipe for anger and resentment. aPSUa I was selling my soul for money and 'cookies' following the footsteps of a civilized American mom while my wild heart cried out in pain so deep that not even I could hear her. I had pushed her down so far that the only ways I knew how to deal with the grief of that separation at the time was reactivity sex and work. I felt trapped in a world I didn't want to live in. I felt enslaved to an image wanted to shatter. I wanted more for my life and Arabella and felt powerless to creating it especially under the belief that a mother MUST ALWAYS be with her children. I mean if that was true then I was fucked and so was she. When Arabella was about 1 I started going on Tinder. I felt a hunger rising in me. I wanted to feel wanted again and sex seemed like the next best thing. A quick and easy fix to patch over the gaping grief l couldn't bare to look at. After I started meeting quys for quick fucks it became clear how much I wanted to escape my reality as a mother. It became clear that I wanted to feel pleasure...that I wanted to feel ALIVE and even though sex seemed like the answer it wasn't. Time passed and I got bored with Tinder. I started focusing on my career and ended up meeting a guy at an intuitive arts fair. There was IMMEDIATE sexual chemistry. We started dating and my sex drive went through the roof. Not only was he better than the shotty tinder material he was well seasoned in his sexual ity. He gave me permission to express my sexuality in new and exciting ways that I had been longing for. I felt alive again and I attributed it to him. I spent as much time with him as possible and would have Baby sitters and family to watch Arabella just about every weekend. I was addicted to feeling alive thinking it came from HIM. I had no idea that he was pointing to something that I had long forgotten within me. I often felt wrong for having so much fun (without Arabella) when we were apart I never thought of her enough to text to see how she was. I felt guilty thinking that I should be like every other mom and sacrifice myself for her but deep down I knew that that wouldn't help me OR her. I started to see that the more I was happy the more she was happy. It was this fleeting happiness that had become dependent on whether or not I was with my bf or not. The less time I spent with him the more I went into feeling angry and powerless. I was relying on him to BE my source of pleasure. I still had no idea what it felt like to feel turned on in my own light. I spent a lot of time online sharing emotional videos of how motherhood was wearing on me. I eventually started talking about sex. I was having so much fun with my bf and my online followers that I made a sex group wherel encouraged us all to share sex stories in a safe space. As the posts trickled in a mom had mentioned how she rarely has sex because her kids are always around. Wanting to push the boundaries of society and not really thinking responded saying "Oh I've had sex in the same room hlla before I was bouncing on his cock while she was bouncing on his chest. as So of course, given that no context was shared around this statement, I started receiving messages telling me "you're going to rot in jail." This is still the hardest part of my story to share because of how shocking it is and how much it shuts people down and kicks their judgements into overdrive. The only thing that keeps me from NOT sharing it is my commitment to the bigger message behind all of this So context wise (if you're still coherently listening and curious)is: A was 2.5 at the time asleep in her bed next to mine. My bf and I woke up before her and started having sex and she woke up seeing me bouncing thinking I was playing so she started bouncing on her bed and came over to where we were I didn't want to shame her so I didn't just jump up and freak out. I allowed the situation to dissipate by focusing on the play aspect INSTEAD of the sexual. At the time I didn't know what the term sex positive meant.. All I knew was that I didn't want her to experience the sexual shame and shut down I experienced...that I didn't want her to feel a sense of 'wrong when it came sex And what gets twisted is that a sex positive approach is seen as grooming on INVOLVING children in sexual acts which is the direction CPS and the cops took my situation. My post was turned in a long with a picture of me and A in the bathtub where she was pouring water on my leg which was made to be perverted by a woman who had her chief of police husband and news reporter file a police report On the afternoon of August 1st I got a call from CPS and set up a visit with seize them. Later that night the police broke down my door with a warrant my electronics. They found a picture I had taken of A playing naked in a tub in my bfs backyard while he was sitting naked on the couch in the background. That was, as you can imagine, enough for the conservative county of Montgomery TX to take me in under the charge 'indecent exposure with a child At that point I was in pure shock. I couldn't feel a thing or smile for months and even though my story is dramatic my hope is that you don't get SO caught up in the drama that you miss the bittersweet beauty of the journey itself. Shock was the beginning of the mom image shattering for me....Resistance was the second. I didn't know how to let go so the first thing I went to to cope was work. (self development and hustling). I was determined to make everything right. I clung even more to the image of a 'good mom and what that would mean. Thoughts would run through my head like... What kind of mom doesn't have her shit together for her daughter? What kind of mom doesn't work and take care of everything? What kind of mom loses' her daughter? What kind of mom doesn't have a nice place and a school set up for her daughter? and whether I was aware of these thoughts or not they were driving me. The hard truth underneath it all was that I was grieving. I had been grieving most of my life. I thought I was grieving Arabella but through lots of retreats therapy tears and shifts I came to realize that what I was REALLY grieving was my heart (that Arabella so beautifully reflected back to me). I was grieving my dreams desires and passions that I had pushed down rejected and shamed. I was grieving my love. I had become so shut down afraid and walled off from the world that the big beautiful bold sensual radiant parts of me had become dormant. What first felt like a loss turned out to be the biggest miracle of my life. A miracle of love rising in in the 'impossible' Learning to dance through the biggest storm of my life was a miracle. To be as open loving and happy as I am now is a miracle (pain and beauty included). It was not easy to face my sexual shame, grief, and choices that led to an unfulfilled life. I was not easy to see that I was the one who created my life down to every last detail all the way from my childhood to now. The separation with Arabella being a huge part of that. And the joy and the sensual aliveness that has come from that (mess and all) is everything I've always wanted AND it is a path I would've never consciously chosen for myself. I have been reborn and as dramatic as my path has been I wouldn't change it for the world because know if I did I wouldn't be here speaking to it and delivering a message that has the power to create new worlds where women are free from the role of 'mother. If you're a mom still reading this I want to tell you something from my heart to yours from the depths of my soul to yours...as much as you may believe your role to be your children there is more love and purpose for you here. The world needs your light. I had no idea what the world was missing from me until started to come back to life laughing playing dreaming and creating. The color flooded back through the tears and the willingness to love again...I began to remember my innocence my DESIRE, my essence, and my wild heart that never burned out...my love that knows no bounds. Living my pleasure is the greatest gift I can possibly give myself and the children that choose me as their vessel to experience theirs. I'm traveling, dancing, and living in the city of my choice with incredible supportive friends. It seems like it wasn't that long ago when I was looking out through a glass wall wondering when it would be my turn to play and have fun. I sat on the sidelines pouting. I forgot who I was and that, with every cell of my being, I have the power to make my dreams come true. LOVE created the miracle that is now my life and when you say "But what about your daughter?" My response is this...she is not mine to claim. She is on her path and l am on mine. We are forever connected. I choose to trust that every decision I make simply because it feels good is a love letter I write not only to her but to every child woman and man on this planet One of the most brain dead, irresponsible “mothers” in existence. TD:LR in comments
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Fun, Day, and Model: aarden This was my first model and it was so fun! I worked a few hours a day for a couple weeks. It was surprisingly relaxing.

This was my first model and it was so fun! I worked a few hours a day for a couple weeks. It was surprisingly relaxing.

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Bad, Confused, and Gif: This is for all of you bashing ALL cops. This sheriff in front of me on the Starbucks on 26 in Lafayette, about an hour or so ago... pulled up behind him after just coming from work, being my usual obnoxious self Subs blasting, rapping with my hands, ON MY PHONE (though I did put it down every time I moved but still) the typical stuff that would usually erk a cop. I finally get to the window to pay for my drink, and the guy at the window says he doesn't need my card.....confused, I asked him why. He Said " the guy in front of you paid for your drink!" And shuts the window. I was like annoying. There's NO way he meant the sheriff lol When he came back with my drink, I asked "is this a chain thing, a pay it forward that's been going on because if so l'll gladly pay for those behind me?" He assured me it wasn't and that sheriff just wanted to no way lol I was being so loud and pay for my drink because I was speechless. He could've easily pulled out and waited for me, stopped me, been like turn your music down and put your phone away....nstead, he pays for my drink because I looked happy and like i was having fun?!!. having fun...I was .now please, Try to convince me, that all cops are bad??? Out to get us??!!! No. I'm not trying to hear that anymore. And to whoever you are Sir, I thank you. You truly don't know how much that meant to me! My life has been a mess and it's the little things like that, that completely change Thank you! All of this over a $3 Starbuckss drink a persons day! Write a comment... GIF Cop pays for woman's drink

Cop pays for woman's drink

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Journey, Life, and Music: Back Ratings & Reviews 11h ago Thank you for teaching me to get off m... I wouldn't call myself a "gamer". Sure, every few months I'll scroll through the App Store searching for a game to pass the time as I sit on the toilet, lie in bed, need to be distracted from my anxiety and self loathing. Yeah, I have been addicted to all sorts of phone games but I delete them as soon as I realise that it is an addiction. But I wouldn't call myself "gamer". Heck, I haven't owned a proper gaming console since my Nintendo Entertainment System. Oh, how I loved my NES. I would spend hours controlling the pixels listening to the 8-bit music and sound effects nice and loud. My hands would have dents in them from or any other time where I feel as thoughI on my square television, squeezing the rectangle control too tight. I often fondly reminisce about the games I would play, but none more fondly than Dr Mario. Can you imagine my excitement when I was scrolling through the App Store this morning and saw it? That Italian plumber wearing a lab coat and smiling the way he did when I was a child. I couldn't ave downloaded the app quicker with my current WiFi connection. Don't get me wrong, I did not expect the game to be exactly like the original. I understand that free phone games make their fortune with in-app purchases. I knew there were going to be levels and stages that you had to unlock. I expected to have to collect three different types of currency in order to advance to the next level or upgrade the buildings in my land. I even expected that the game play was going to be somewhat different to the original Dr Mario. But I was still excited. I was ready to be addicted. Most designed to be addictive and l opening myself up to it. I was a recovering alcoholic, excited to buy a bottle of that new phone games are was tequila What I didn't expect was to be forcing myself to play it, waiting for it to become fun. I forced myself throughout the day to play, hoping I would find enjoyment in it, or at the very least, a mild sense of nostalgia. But still nothing. Forty percent of my play time has been waiting for things to load or waiting for unnecessary and insanely slow animations. How could you get this so downloaded this game. I wish I never knew it wrong? I wish I never existed. I wish I could wipe the good memories of playing the original Dr Mario from my brain so that I wouldn't risk remembering this game However, I want to thank you. Because of you, l realise how important it is to put my phone down Think the thoughts I need to think. Pay attention to the important things in life. Fully commit myself to what I am doing in the moment. I've deleted this app, along with many other apps and decided that tomorrow morning, I will be a new man Thank you. S Stitch It! Today Games Updates Apps This review for Dr Mario World on the App Store is a journey. M

This review for Dr Mario World on the App Store is a journey. M

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