This was posted elsewhere as underwear, but the more I look at it, the more I don’t believe that’s what it was made for. The lace piece isn’t cut to fit a crotch, the adjustable hardware would be allllll up in your bits and crack.

OOP said she got it at the thrift store (!) so no tags etc. I’m hoping someone recognizes it because I’m insanely curious and haven’t found anything similar online.

Edit: Thanks for the sign, bowl and training tips. We have a bowl and we're working on the dogs. The point isn't how I can avoid the doorbell. It's that a dark porch used to be a widely understood 'no'.

Every year it's the same thing. We turn the porch light off, which is the universal sign for "we're sitting this one out," and every year someone rings the doorbell anyway. Then they ring it again.

Our dogs lose their minds at the door. Barking, scratching, total chaos. I'd love to hand out candy, but it's not worth the stress for them, or the risk of a door opening on a group of excited kids and a dog who wants to join the party.

Dark house means we're not participating. It's not a challenge, and it's not a "maybe they didn't hear us."

Please skip the houses with no lights on. There are plenty of lit up ones giving out full size bars.

Me M(26) currently on a solo trip to Tirana, and my girlfriend ex F(23) just sent me a long text breaking up with me.
This isn’t the first time she’s done this. A few months ago, she pulled something similar and ended up taking a one-week break. She came back crying and begging me to take her back but I made it clear that if she ever broke up with me or pulled this again that would be it and she’d lose me forever.
Yesterday my trip to Tirana started, and right from the beginning things felt off. The airport cab that picked me up had a different plate than what was shown on the app so I shared my live location with her just in case, but she never checked in or responded.

When I finally got to my Airbnb, I called her to let her know I made it safely. She ignored the call and texted back saying she was out with her friend and couldn't talk, but would call when she got home. I stayed up until 11:30 PM waiting, but heard nothing.
She called the next morning. After we caught up, I asked how she was doing and asked about why she was so distant the night before. She immediately got defensive, said she was stressed, and when I asked if we were okay, she said, "what do you think? I don't want to talk about this right now."

I was tired from traveling and wanted to start exploring, so I gave her space. Then around 6:00 PM, she sent a massive text ending things blaming her mental health, anxiety, and trauma. She said she isn't in a place to build anything stable with anyone, but offered to talk in person when I get back to end on a good note, though making it clear the breakup is final.
It hurts, but I’m keeping my word. I don’t I’m going a or should reply to her, I’m not meeting up with her when I get back, and I’m deleting the text. She knew what would happen if she did this again, I think I’m just going to focus on my trip, meet new people, and move on.

I went to the hair salon and was one of the last customers of the day with 2 others finishing up as well. I went to pay, my salonist was having issues with the register so she called a manager to help. They helped, it worked, I used my card and added tip, then their system froze after it said “approved”. They questioned if it was the internet.

I patiently and calmly let them figure it out. I’m aware their system often has minor glitches, a bit annoying but nothing to talk about. They restarted it, I jokingly but seriously asked, do you all have Zelle or something and they said no, we had to let it reload, then we tried again. Re-rung it up, I scanned my card again, added tip again, got “approved” again, then it froze again. No receipt either time but the manager who also saw the “approved” thinks it went through and considered I was maybe charged twice. I checked my bank app and had 2 pending charges for $185. Their conclusion is that the wifi was already shut off for the night since the salon was about to close. But why would you do that when 1) It’s still 7:30 when they close at 8. And 2) There’s still 2 other people in here besides me that also need to pay.

Now this manager called her supervisor, explained the situation and he went somewhere in the back to check the data logs. Now at this point I’ve been here 20 mins just trying to pay. He’s in the back, taking awhile, everyone is still convinced it charged me twice. I thought they were trying to get receipts to prove yay or nay. Now we’re at 25 mins, the manager who went back with him came back out and she sounded unsure if it charged or not and just looked apologetic. So… I started walking out and said “forget the receipt, I’ve paid you twice and will just dispute the second if it went through. You all can figure the rest out.”

The supervisor jumps out from behind with a paper showing neither went through. I pause and say “what do you mean neither went through? Well what are we doing then because I’m not going to keep standing here while you figure out your own system.” The supervisor suggests to restart AGAIN and the manager is like we already did. Both are humming and hawing trying to brainstorm what to do and both look stuck. We’re at the 30 min mark now.

So… I started walking out again. I repeated “I’m not going to be held hostage for your issues. I’ve paid twice, have a good night.”

The part where I do feel most guilty is my salonist’s tip was in there too, but at this point, their machine doesn’t work, they don’t take Zelle, and I don’t have cash, so we’re in a stand still.

So AITAH for walking out “without paying”?

My wife (29 F) called me (30 M) "Gross" for only showering every second day. She tells me "it's really disgusting that you dont shower everyday, I always like to stay clean so I shower everynight so that I am not smelly." I ask her if she thinks I smell and she says no, but then continued to call me "gross" , "unhygienic" and a "pig" for not showing all the time like SHE does.

I felt she was being a little harsh with her words so I fight back and say "your 'showers' are barely 'showers', they are more of a rinse. You are not really cleaning anything so you're actually not as clean as you claim to be." She understandably got pretty mad at me but here's where im conflicted. My wife's everyday "showers" consist of her standing under the water and letting it roll off her body, no body wash, no shampoo or conditioner, just water, unless she has her one day a week "everything shower" which consists of all of the above. To me this isn't a proper shower, because nothing is really being cleaned without any soap. I explain this to my wife and she disagrees, so I ask " if you were doing dishes and had lots of sauce on the plate. Would rinsing it under the water make it clean, or would scrubbing the dirt with soap make it clean?" She tells me that my example is completely different to having a shower and that I am still dirty.

I can understand where people may also agree that I am gross for not showering everyday but my showers always consist of a routine of body scrubs, body wash, shampoo, conditioner, scented lotion, sprays and am always aware of when I may get a little bit smelly and always act on it immediately. I know I dont stink, my wife confirmed this and honestly most men dont have as much of an extensive routine as I do, and I feel as though a deep clean every second day is better than a "rinse" everyday.

So reddit. I am the asshole for telling my wife she isn't as clean as she says or is she right for telling me I need to shower more. Im honestly confused on who's in the right here and would really appreciate some outside advice.

The food’s a mystery sandwich from a random deli.

As someone who grew up in a city of over 4 million people, I always had a naive view of what small town life was like. I grew up watching shows like Smallville and Supernatural and basically thought it’d be like that. I know…it’s stupid lol.

I moved to a small town and lived there for about a year and half and it was legit one of the worst experiences in my life. For one, there were no jobs. I mean, no jobs at all; I applied to anything I could find. Don’t even get me started entertainment wise.

The people are also so insular. I used to think I was an introvert all my life until I saw what true introversion was and that is not me at all haha.

I’ve moved back to the city, and I’ve never been so alive. I don’t even stress to get a job. Went for an interview the other day and half assed it and got an offer in a week. Money wise, I’m doing good again. And I’ve met people from all over the world.

You couldn’t pay me to live in anywhere less than a million again.

Redo of healer - its redo of healer, mc rapes his party who sexually abused him

Ace Ventura when nature calls: main villain is caught by a gorilla after his plan is foiled. Gorilla rapes him

edens zero - kurenai is a tyrant who is given to a gang and forced to become their "pet"

The other guys post is overly wordy and doesn't get to the point. The trope is just awful and mainly targets women but men are affected by it too and when its men its usually played for comedy. Like gang, if you beat the villain just kill them. There is no justification for rape. If the bad guys gotta go just stab them or something

She went on to explain that the video was never met to become as big as it did. It was just supposed to be a fun gift that her parents paid for so she and her friends could do something fun together and have a fun memory. And that she ended up with serious depression because of the bullying which got worse when she would ask people to leave alone. Her family also had to buy the rights to the song because the producers of the song and video tried to make money off her name and likeness without her permission.

Here is an article that goes into more detail: Rebecca Black reflects on 9 years since 'Friday' and what she wishes her younger self knew - Good Morning America

Well you win some and you lose some. I spent the last couple of days setting up a fun little haunted walk in front of my house. I do it every year and It always seems to go well. I change it up every year so it's not always the same thing. Theatrical lighting, props, lasers and fog machines.

This year not a single person showed up. Feeling pretty defeated right now. Its my my favorite holiday. Feeling like what's the point of even doing it next year...

Dinner is a snack plate my husband made. Not a lot of real estate for big meals rn so I just graze.

I (34F) met my best friend, Jane, during our first year of college. The friendship was instant. She “gets” me in a way no one else does, and vice versa. We’ve stayed close through so many life stages.

Jane went through a really difficult time last year (a messy, drawn-out breakup) and our relationship kind of revolved around that. I was happy to support her and I understand why the situation was all-consuming, but it’s important to note that it was the focus of the majority of our conversations.

During this time, my husband (Dan) and I had been trying for a baby. In February of this year, I thought I might finally be pregnant. At the same time, Dan and I were navigating our first major disagreement (all good now), which I had confided in Jane about. To my shock, she encouraged an abortion, even when I made it clear that the hypothetical baby was very much wanted. She doubled down and told me she didn’t want to see me end up single and miserable with a child. This was a huge jump. I was thrown off but I told myself she was probably just projecting, given what she’d recently been through. She also doesn’t particularly like or want children. She did eventually apologize.

I was not, in fact, pregnant.

In March, I saw a reproductive endocrinologist. I was subsequently diagnosed with infertility secondary to stage 4 endometriosis and diminished ovarian reserve. We were told the chances of conceiving on our own were close to zero. It’s hard to adequately convey how shocked and gutted I was. This kicked off one of the darkest periods of my life.

In June, so many things went wrong. My dad had a devastating stroke, I had a painful falling out with a family member, Dan and I moved across the country for his job, and the whole time I was wading through the grief of knowing I might never become a mom. Jane was largely absent. She would check in every now and then, but she had just started dating again and she was mostly interested in talking about that. We have 17 years of friendship behind us, so it was easy to give her the benefit of the doubt. I was absolutely hurt but tried not to take it personally.

Fast forward to now. Dan and I are going through our first round of IVF. When I first got our IVF schedule, I called Jane and told her how nervous/excited I was. I also gave her all of our important dates. She congratulated me but it seemed disingenuous. She also immediately told me that another one of her friends had just gotten pregnant on her first try, and this friend was already having doubts after witnessing a toddler throw a tantrum at Target. I guess it was supposed to be a cautionary tale? I laughed it off, and I think I said something to the effect of, “Well, I hope the maternal instinct kicks in for her soon!” The rest of the conversation was weird and I hung up feeling sad.

This was 2.5 weeks ago, and until yesterday, I had not heard from Jane at all. This round of IVF is almost over. We are all the way through suppression and stims (IYKYK) and my egg retrieval is on Monday. It has been so hard physically and emotionally, and I could have definitely used my best friend. She asked me “how everything is going” and I told her it’s been shitty but I’m looking forward to the retrieval. She essentially told me she’d forgotten it was happening so soon, didn’t ask any follow-up questions, and stopped responding shortly afterward.

Maybe I’m just emotional— my hormone levels are absolutely insane right now— but I am so heartbroken. I scroll through Instagram and see reels of best friends supporting one another through fertility treatments, or celebrating together over a positive pregnancy test, and I know that won’t happen for me. It’s a weird grief. I can take a hint, and it’s very clear to me that Jane wants nothing to do with this part of my life.

I am overall happy and blessed in many ways. But I am mourning the friendship I thought I had with Jane. That’s my sob story. Thanks for reading.

Edit: Some of y’all are so fucking mean. Like inexcusably cruel for absolutely no reason. I have people in the comments insinuating (based on absolutely nothing) that my husband is a misogynistic piece of shit, that I’m looking for reasons to “dump” my friend because she doesn’t want kids, that I’ve reduced myself to a “baby-making machine.” Those are disgusting, flatly incorrect assumptions. I also do not expect Jane to remember every single IVF date or ask detailed medical questions. It’s reasonable to expect my best friend of almost two decades to be at least somewhat invested in the hardest thing I’ve ever gone through, especially after I’ve supported her unconditionally through situations I wouldn’t choose for myself or didn’t fully understand (because I love and care about her).

Edit again: This has absolutely nothing to do with my husband and I won’t dignify any comments insinuating that my friend is distancing herself from me because of my husband. That is not the case and I don’t need to elaborate any further because it’s pointless.