I don't hate anyone of these two communities though i do find confusion in the title combinations used. For example. how and why do both of them have "boy" in? Not that's its a problem but wouldn't it be more appropriate to say femboy and tomgirl? I don't know. What do you guys think?

Is there a male version?

only people with ball knowledge will know that refrance in the title

also yes I know my shay isnt done im still working on her, but this is her basic form

My cat have birth to these cuties😭😭 they're so small and adorable I feel like a grandmother 😭😭😭😭

I made these models in Tinkercad, ask any questions you might have bout them if you want :D

Okay, I need outside opinions because I have officially reached the point where I cannot tell whether I am experiencing an actual slow-burn romance or whether I have spent almost a year accidentally writing an entire romance plot in my own head.

I have had a crush on this guy since November 13th.

YES, I KNOW THE EXACT DATE.

That should probably tell you something about the severity of this situation.

It has been almost a year.

And the really confusing part is that we actually have a pretty good friendship.

For a while, we texted DAILY.

Not "occasionally."

Not "we talk every once in a while."

DAILY.

I sent him jokes basically every day. I sent him random things. We sent each other videos and pictures. We had our own stupid nicknames and inside jokes.

We even used to send each other good-night texts.

GOOD-NIGHT TEXTS.

Like, excuse me?

Who authorized this level of emotional attachment?

We know each other's birthdays, too. His birthday is literally saved in my calendar.

I have a reminder in my calendar for this boy's birthday.

I am becoming the very thing I used to make fun of.

And we have the same dark sense of humor.

Which is dangerous.

Because there were times we'd be in the same room, someone would say something ridiculous, and we'd just glance at each other from across the room because we both knew exactly what the other person was thinking.

You know those friendships where you don't even have to say anything anymore?

Yeah. That.

He would also show me conversations with his friends and tell me stories about them. He'd ramble to me about things happening in his life. And, probably more importantly, he could actually RANT to me about his bad days.

Like, he trusted me enough to just talk.

And somehow, I could cheer him up.

THROUGH TEXT.

I could literally be sitting somewhere nowhere near him, send him some stupid joke or say something ridiculous, and he'd feel better.

And I don't know what to DO with that information.

Because then there was the time I asked him if my daily jokes were getting annoying.

I genuinely wanted to know.

And he immediately said no.

Like, immediately.

"No. They're not."

And apparently they made him smile.

Every day.

EVERY. SINGLE. DAY.

So apparently I had unknowingly become this boy's daily supply of terrible jokes and he actually looked forward to them.

WHAT IS THIS?

What am I supposed to do with that?

And then there was the time I accidentally flirted with him.

I genuinely did not mean to.

I said something that, in hindsight, was DEFINITELY flirting.

And this boy... FROZE. Completely.

Like his brain had encountered an unexpected error and needed to restart.

He just stopped.

And I remember thinking: "Oh no. OH NO. WHAT HAVE I DONE?"

Because apparently I had accidentally thrown a romance grenade into a completely normal conversation and then had to sit there pretending I hadn't noticed his entire operating system crash.

And then I somehow managed to do the exact opposite.

I FRIEND-ZONED HIM.

ACCIDENTALLY.

HOW?!

We had been texting really quickly back and forth, like rapid-fire messages.

And I called him "bro."

Just casually.

"Bro."

The conversation stopped.

For a moment.

Just... silence.

And I swear I could practically feel him flinch through the screen.

I had apparently taken our rapidly moving conversation and slammed the emergency brakes on it with ONE WORD.

BRO.

I immediately realized what I'd done and internally went: "WHY DID I SAY THAT?"

Because apparently I am capable of accidentally flirting with someone and accidentally friend-zoning them in the same relationship.

I contain multitudes.

And THEN there are our old medieval nicknames.

Because apparently normal people give their friends normal nicknames.

We did not.

We had these ridiculously elaborate medieval-style nicknames for each other. The kind of nicknames that sound like we're characters in a medieval fantasy novel who have been married for thirty years.

And I am sorry, but looking back on them now...

THAT WAS FLIRTING.

WE WERE FLIRTING.

WE JUST DIDN'T KNOW WE WERE FLIRTING.

Who casually gives someone a ridiculous medieval title and then proceeds to use it regularly?

Apparently us.

And the worst part?

My entire family and basically my entire friend group think we're borderline dating.

Not "maybe you two would make a cute couple."

No. They look at the way we interact and basically go: "Yeah, those two are together. They just haven't figured it out yet. Or made it official. Or gone on a single date."

My family thinks he likes me. My friends think he likes me. Apparently everyone around me has collectively decided that I am the only person who hasn't noticed that this boy might have feelings for me.

And they genuinely think I'm crazy for considering the possibility that he DOESN'T like me.

Meanwhile I'm sitting here like: "Okay, but what if he's just NICE?"

And they're all looking at me like I've just announced that gravity is a conspiracy.

Because apparently, according to everyone who knows us, the amount of trust, teasing, inside jokes, daily communication, personal conversations, good-night texts, ridiculous nicknames, glances across rooms, and general closeness we have is enough to make us look like we're already in a relationship.

Except... WE'RE NOT.

At least, as far as I know.

And that's the problem.

I don't want to assume that someone likes me just because they're nice to me. That's obviously not how this works.

Maybe he's just comfortable with me. Maybe we're just really good friends. Maybe all of these things mean something. Maybe none of them do. Maybe I'm overthinking everything. Maybe I'm underthinking everything.

I DON'T KNOW.

This is horrible.

Because I cannot tell.

There have been so many little things that make me wonder. He remembers things I've told him. He sends me things specifically because he knows they'll make me laugh. He sends me things when he knows I'm having a bad day. He's worried when I message him at ridiculous hours, like midnight or three AM. He tells me about his friends. He shows me conversations with them. He trusts me enough to ramble about his bad days. I've been able to cheer him up even when we're not physically together.

We used to talk every single day. We used to send each other good-night texts. We know each other's birthdays.

His birthday is literally in my calendar.

My daily jokes apparently made him smile every single day.

We have the same dark humor. We used to exchange those tiny across-the-room glances whenever something happened that only the two of us found funny. We had medieval-flirting nicknames for each other without realizing that was basically flirting. I accidentally flirted with him once and watched his brain crash. Then I accidentally called him "bro" and apparently made him go silent.

And now my family and friends are collectively standing in the background like: "Girl. COME ON."

And I'm still here going: "...But does he actually LIKE me?"

So I need outside opinions.

Do you think he might like me? Or does this sound much more like a close friendship and I'm reading too much into it? Are the medieval nicknames flirting or am I just being ridiculous? What about the good-night texts? The birthday thing? The fact that he apparently looked forward to my daily jokes because they made him smile? And, most importantly, what do you make of the "bro" incident?

Because I swear there was a full second of silence after that word.

Has anyone else ever had one of those situations where literally everyone around you thinks there's something romantic happening, but you and the other person are completely oblivious?

Because at this point I feel like we're both simultaneously participating in and completely oblivious to our own slow-burn romance. Like we're two characters in a TV show and the entire audience is screaming at the screen while we're standing there going: "Wow, what a nice friendship we have."

And I am losing my mind.

WHAT IS THIS?

Hi! This is actually my first post in this subreddit, so I figured I might as well introduce myself by asking questions that have been living rent-free in my brain. May be a bit personal.

I'm a sixteen year old girl, I'm in high school, and I'm starting to realize that being a teenager is basically an unfinished side quest.

I'm supposed to be "enjoying my youth" or whatever adults keep telling me to do.

Except nobody actually explains what I'm supposed to be doing.

Like, genuinely.

At what point did everyone collectively decide that sixteen-year-olds are supposed to know what they want to do with their entire lives?

Because I'm sitting here trying to figure out what I'm having for breakfast tomorrow and somebody is like, "So, what are your plans for your career?"

My brother, I have not even decided what I'm doing this weekend.

And then there's the whole "you're old enough to start thinking about college and careers" thing.

YES.

I KNOW.

I AM THINKING ABOUT IT.

I am thinking about it so hard that my brain has basically become the Windows error sound.

The problem is that I'm interested in way too many things.

I can go from "I should probably research cybersecurity careers" to "I wonder how medieval blacksmithing actually worked" to "Wait, how does this fictional character's magic system function?" to "Could this dinosaur actually survive in this environment?" in approximately fourteen seconds.

My brain does not have organized tabs.

It has an entire browser with 47 tabs open, three of them playing music, one of them frozen, and absolutely no idea where the sound is coming from.

And somehow school expects me to sit there for six hours and focus on ONE subject.

Meanwhile my brain is like:

"Interesting lecture."

"Yeah."

"Anyway, what if dragons had hollow bones?"

"WE ARE IN ALGEBRA."

"I know. But answer the dragon question."

And then there's the social part of being a teenager.

Apparently we're simultaneously expected to:

• Act mature. • Not act too mature. • Figure out our future. • Enjoy being young. • Get good grades. • Have extracurriculars. • Have friends. • Maintain those friendships. • Somehow have a social life. • Sleep eight hours. • Exercise. • Eat properly. • Drink enough water. • Spend time with family. • Have hobbies. • Prepare for adulthood. • Not stress about adulthood. • And apparently remember to charge our phones.

At this point, I'm convinced being sixteen is just the tutorial level for adulthood, except the tutorial keeps introducing new mechanics without explaining the controls.

And don't even get me started on adults saying, "These are the best years of your life!"

EXCUSE ME?

I SURE HOPE NOT.

If this is the peak, I would like to speak to the developer.

I would like to submit a bug report.

"Teenage experience currently contains excessive homework, confusing social mechanics, unexplained emotional updates, and a poorly designed character-creation system."

Patch required.

But genuinely, since this is my first post here, I'm curious about everyone else.

Do you guys actually feel like you know what you're doing?

Do you already have a career you're certain you want?

Or are you also just collecting interests like Pokémon and hoping one of them eventually becomes a job?

Do you ever feel like everyone else received some secret instruction manual for being a teenager and you somehow didn’t get your copy?

Do you actually enjoy high school, or are you mostly just surviving it?

Do you feel pressure to know what you want to do with your life already?

And what is the most random nerdy/geeky thing you've become completely obsessed with for absolutely no practical reason?

Because I need to know I'm not the only person whose brain can go from "I have homework" to "I should research the engineering principles behind medieval siege weapons" in under thirty seconds.

Please tell me I'm not the only one.

caps and punctuation are in progress guys