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Epic Meanest 🖤🚦 retweeted
告白できなかった恋
第1話
私は7年間、親友に恋をしていた。
彼の名前はハルト。そして、私の名前はアオイ。
大学で出会った私たちは、すぐに仲良くなった。
一緒に勉強し、ご飯を食べ、悩みがあれば電話で相談する。周りからは、いつ付き合うのかとよく聞かれていた。
でも、ハルトだけは違った。
誰かに私たちの関係をからかわれると、彼はいつも笑ってこう言った。
「アオイは妹みたいな存在だよ」
私も一緒に笑った。
でも、その言葉を聞くたびに、心の中では傷ついていた。
告白して、今の関係が壊れてしまうのが怖かった。
だから、ずっと自分の気持ちを隠してきた。
彼がほかの女性の話をすると、平気なふりをした。寂しいと相談されるたびに、「私がいるのに」と心の中で思っていた。
そんなある日の夜、ハルトから電話があった。
「ちょっと話したいことがあるんだ。家に来てくれない？」
彼の部屋に着くと、ハルトは少し緊張した表情で言った。
「実は、大阪の会社に転職することになったんだ。来月には引っ越すよ」
私は笑顔を作った。
「すごいじゃん！おめでとう」
でも、本当は胸が苦しかった。
彼と今までのように会えなくなる。そのことを考えるだけで涙が出そうだった。
帰ろうとしたとき、部屋の中から女性の声が聞こえた。
そして、ハルトの声が続いた。
「何年も前から彼女のことが好きなんだ。でも、今まで告白できなかった。大阪に行く前に、どうしても自分の気持ちを伝えたいんだ」
私はその場で凍りついた。
彼が好きなのは誰？
そして、その女性は……私なのだろうか？
Epic Meanest 🖤🚦 retweeted
Hello @RawDogg209,
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Every contribution makes a difference. Thank you for considering being part of this mission. ❤️
🔥 EMBER MONTH STREET FEEDING IS HERE.🔥
This year, we’re taking it bigger.❤️
Our goal is simple: feed 5,000 people on the streets before the year runs out.
Each meal costs ₦3,000, and we’re breaking the mission into 50-plate slots so you can sponsor a complete slot or contribute towards one.
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🎯 Goal = 5,000 people
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Sponsor a slot. Buy a pack for an event. Share this post. Refer someone. Every contribution counts.
Let’s make this Ember Month about more than celebration.
Let’s put food in people’s hands. ❤️
📍 Ibadan, Oyo State
📲 @DivasKitchen1
Epic Meanest 🖤🚦 retweeted
When I moved into my new house, I thought I had finally found the quiet, peaceful place I’d always wanted.
The neighborhood was calm, the streets were well kept, and everyone seemed pleasant enough.
A few days after I arrived, I met the man next door. He was middle-aged, lived by himself, and always seemed to be outside whenever I pulled into my driveway.
At first, I figured he was just being friendly.
Then, after a few weeks, I began to notice a pattern.
Every morning when I left for work, he was outside. Every evening when I came home, he somehow happened to be standing near his mailbox.
One Tuesday, I got home earlier than usual and saw him outside. He casually remarked that I was back much sooner than expected and said he thought I had an important meeting that afternoon.
That caught me off guard. I had never told him anything about my work schedule.
I tried to dismiss it, telling myself he had probably just picked up on my routine.
But the odd behavior kept happening.
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The wax lady rubbed my pvssy .... and I couldn't avoid get wet... [FF]
Since 2014 I wax my pvssy with the same woman. She has been the only wax expert that has seen my pussy, and I feel really comfy with her.
One month ago she left to Colombia due to some family issues and I was getting anxious and frustrated with all this hair growing.
Today I texted her and she replies that maybe in one month she will be returning but she left a replacement: another Colombian, who knows how to deal with wax. I was grumpy but agreed to her solution.
In every chance i have, I warned my boyfriend about Colombian womens. *They are the most sweet, beautiful, loving, and mesmerizing females on earth, and they can make you drool before you notice (just look at Sofia Vergara right?!) Usually in my country, Colombian girls are so fvcking beautiful, like they have beautiful hair, skin, big b00bs and everything that turns a man crazy*... also they are experts in beauty stuff and make up things. They are like real life mermaids.
I made the appointment at 11.30 a.m., and arrived on time. For my surprise the replacement was a 28 -ish lady, Black long hair, white skin and a small waist.
I was kind of mad that Lina (my regular wax lady) wasn't around, specially having to show my pussy to other woman was making me more grouchy than usual.
When she greet me I make her clear that I was with her only cause Lina absence! And that I wasn't very happy into change my usual appointment but I was really hairy.
She handed me a robe and asked me to get comfy. I was rude and told her I don't need it cause I was used to Lina see me naked so I just took out my pants and the small lace panties and jumped into the litter.
She looks kind of embarrased and told me she would give me a small time to get my self comfy. Once she came back she suddenly started to caress my hairy pussy and to spread my legs, without wearing gloves, while she was talking and explaining that she need my help to do her thing. I was in disbelief, cause usually Lina let me focus on my phone and she do everything.
I laid on my back and spread my legs kind of nervous while she started to feel the hair length with her fingers, spreading my pussy and telling me "oh baby you're gonna look so good after this". Next she proceeds to put some sort of cream in the front part of my pussy touching my lips with her bare hands slowly rubbing all my lips and clit.
*let's start! Can you spread that pussy for me please* FUCK! In that moment I stopped using my phone and with my right hand I grabbed one side of my pussy lips. *Nice* she said and started to pour the warm wax in the front of my pussy while I feel my clit getting harder without control. That's when very quickly she lifted the strip with all my hair and I left a little moan escape. *ohh poor baby you're in pain?* She asked and without asking me, she place her hand in my pussy caressing and softly rubbing, *I won't be rude with your skin I promise*
Fuck! fuck! fuck! I'm not gay or bi or anything, but this woman has awaken some kind of fire inside me. She looks at my pussy like a piece of art, and caressed every centimeter of skin after the wax pain, without gloves. It was so intimate and exciting.
*now open yor legs and with your fingers spread your labia* I obey and spread my labia with my fingers, with my clit exposed. I was so confused, because this was like in the porn movies, and I usually never spread anything before, just laid back and let her do her thing, but now I was with my legs wide open, my clit harder and my body sweating in such a sudden heat!
We fvcked in a car with other people
I (F27) was out with my fvck buddy (M42) and his friends. It was three other guys and one of the guys brought his girlfriend. We decided to go out for drinks and night of partying and all of us stepped out in one car. So the two guys sat in front and the two couples in the back. It was crowded but we managed since the two of us girls were tiny. Now I had worn a skirt, a tiny one, the kind that would expose my ass if I bent down. And boots. I knew my guy was turned on when he saw me but we stepped out quickly.
One thing about it me, I just loved to tease him. I had sent him pictures of my thongs while I was dressing up and gotten him hard. I loved getting him hard in inconvenient places and at the wrong time. Both of us had a very high s€x drive and liked trying new things, hence we matched so well.
In the car, I kept running my hands over his thighs, while he slowly brushed my waist. We were both getting horny.
We got to the bar and started with dinner and drinks. Eventually we got quite tipsy and got dancing a bit. It was dim and I was grinding on him. He was getting hard and I could feel it. We made out a little on the dance floor and I had an idea.
I went to the washroom, I was so wet. I pushed my thongs inside me and rubbed all the juices on my thongs and took them out. I walked back to him and handed him the thongs, and said “I can’t keep them on, they’re too wet. Can you take care of it?”
He said “oh fuck, you dirty whore, can I just put my dick inside you right now?” And shoved his tongue in my mouth.
I said “can you please check if my pussy is wet enough for your dick?”
We walked to a slightly darker corner of the dance floor and he slid his fingers inside me.
I bit my lips and asked him “is it wet enough for you baby?”
He took his fingers out, tasted my pussy and then kissed me.
Soon his friends decided to leave and go to a different bar. In the car, his two friends sat in front and the other couple sat behind. The girl had passed out on her guy and was taking up more space so I sat on my guy’s lap. Knowing I could feel his dick harden, it was even better and I kept pushing on it.
There was loud music in the car and we had a fairly long drive. He was already fingering me as my pussy was so accessible. I decided to slowly unzip his pants and touch his dick. We were being shifty in the back but it wasn’t unlikely because the friends just assumed we were uncomfortable due to our seating arrangement.
He slowly took his dick out and shoved it in. He had a very big dick so it wasn’t an issue and my pussy was so wet, it just sucked his dick inside. I was grinding a bit on his dick and trying to do some motion but all I wanted was for him to slam it hard in my pussy. Every speed bump was a treat for us and my pussy kept leaking with juices.
I knew how hard his dick was inside me and finally he started shoving a bit and held me tight and pressed it hard inside me, and that’s when I knew he was gonna come. He tried his best not to make any noise and so did I but I think all his friends knew what was happening by now. It was so hot to think that they were all getting hard thinking of me.
He finally thrusted so hard and I knew he came. He quickly put his dick back inside. We reached the next spot and got out of the car. I was squeamish with the cum leaking out of me.
He just kissed my cheek and said “baby, we can’t go into this place so dirty, we have to clean you up a bit”
Do you wanna know what we did next to clean it up?
He looked at me with so much lust. I was giving him the “fuck me” eyes while his cum was slowly dripping down my legs. He told his friends that he needs a smoke and to go ahead without us and we’ll just join them inside. We lit a cigarette as they left.
He was standing dangerously close to me.
Him: Are you proud of what you did? Did you like making yourself and me so dirty?
I nodded
Him: You’re getting out of hand, you need to clean all of this up.
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My gay friend invited me to spend the weekend at his apartment. I thought it was just a friendly hangout until he made an unexpected request.
I've known Marcus for almost four years. He had always been a good friend, and I never had a problem with his sexuality.
One Friday evening, he invited me over for dinner. When I arrived, another man was already there. Marcus introduced him as his boyfriend, Ethan.
We ate, laughed and watched a movie. Everything seemed normal until Marcus poured us another drink.
Then he looked at me and said, We have something to ask you.
I laughed. What is it?
He exchanged a look with Ethan before saying, We've been talking about you, and we both think you're attractive. Would you consider joining us tonight?
I thought he was joking.
Me: Are you seriously asking me to have a threesome with you?
Marcus: Yes. We trust you, and we don't want you to feel uncomfortable.
I immediately stood up.
Me: Marcus, you're my friend. I never expected this from you.
His expression changed.
Marcus: Nobody is forcing you. Just hear us out.
I picked up my jacket and headed for the door. But before I could leave, Ethan said something that made me stop.
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A guy I know in tech just got his micromanager fired by quietly letting him automate his own termination over the course of three months.
His new department head was a classic corporate tyrant who spent all day hovering over desks, rewriting emails line by line, and scheduling pointless status meetings just to prove he was in charge. Whenever my friend tried to pitch a streamlined project pipeline, the manager would block it, slap his own name on my friend's work metrics, and claim the department's success was entirely due to his strict oversight.
Instead of arguing in meetings or going to HR with a complaint that would just get buried, my friend decided to test an experiment.
He quietly wrote a custom Python automation script designed to scrape operational logs, generate the weekly department performance reports, and flag resource bottlenecks across the server network. It was a tool that could save forty man-hours of manual data entry every single week.
He deployed the script locally on his own work machine, ran a test batch, and saw it worked perfectly.
Most people would have handed the script over to the manager to show initiative. My friend did the exact opposite. He compressed the codebase into a background utility, set it to run silently at 3:00 AM every Monday, and left it completely undocumented on the internal company network.
Then he waited.
Within two weeks, the manager noticed that the grueling Friday night report compilation was suddenly finishing itself before anyone even arrived at the office. Instead of looking into how it happened, the manager took total credit for the efficiency spike, walked into the director's office, and claimed he had personally engineered a new automated workflow to cut labor overhead.
My friend watched from his desk as the director praised the manager for his leadership and innovation, setting him up for a major executive bonus.
My friend still said nothing. He sat back and let the manager lean entirely into the lie.
For the next six weeks, the manager proudly presented the automated reports as his own masterwork during executive syncs, even bragging about how deeply he understood the underlying backend code when the VP asked technical questions.
The trap snapped shut on a Tuesday morning during a high-stakes quarterly review with the regional vice president.
The VP pulled up the automated dashboard, praised the incredible architecture of the custom tool, and asked the manager to live-walk the executive team through the source code and logic gates on the projector.
The manager froze. He had never opened the files. He stammered, tried to change the subject, and eventually admitted he had no idea how the system worked.
When the VP turned to my friend and asked if he knew anything about it, my friend calmly opened his laptop, authenticated his developer credentials, and pulled up the Git commit history showing every single line of the automation script written, timestamped, and pushed by his personal employee ID three months prior, complete with chat logs where the manager had previously tried to block its deployment.
The manager was escorted out of the building by security before lunch.
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My father lost his job when I was 25, and my parents started going through financial difficulties.
They had been living in the same family house for almost 18 years, but they still had several years left on their mortgage.
My mother worked part-time, but her income wasn’t enough to cover the monthly payments and household expenses.
At the time, I had a stable job and was living in a rented apartment.
I offered to help them by sending $600 every month toward the mortgage.
My parents were grateful, and my father made a promise I never forgot.
Father: “You’re helping us keep this house. When the mortgage is finally paid off, we’ll make sure you benefit from it. This house will always be yours too.”
I didn’t take his words as a legal agreement. I simply trusted him because he was my father.
For almost six years, I sent money every month.
Whenever they had unexpected expenses, I tried to help when I could. I contributed toward a leaking roof, repaired the heating system, and occasionally paid some of their utility bills.
I never complained because I genuinely wanted my parents to be comfortable.
My younger brother, Daniel, was also living with them at the time. He was a few years younger than me and had struggled to maintain a stable job as well.
I didn’t mind helping my parents, but I sometimes felt they expected me to take responsibility for things Daniel should have been handling himself.
Last December, I started looking for a bigger apartment closer to my workplace.
During a family visit, I mentioned that I might eventually move into the family house if my parents decided to relocate or downsize.
My father exchanged a look with my mother before responding.
Father: “Actually, there’s something we’ve been discussing.”
I asked what he meant.
He explained that they had decided to let Daniel and his fiancée move into the house after their wedding.
I was surprised.
Me: “You’re giving Daniel the house?”
Mother: “He’s getting married, and it would help him start his family. You already have a good job and your own place.”
🧵
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My younger brother thinks I’m wicked because I asked him to pay me back for the money I spent raising him.
When our dad died, I was 24 and my brother was 15. I helped my mother with his school fees, bought his clothes, and covered the things she couldn’t afford.
Now he’s 23, has a good job, and sends our mother money every month.
Last Christmas, he bought her a new car.
I was happy for her, but something about it bothered me. Nobody ever talks about how much I sacrificed when we were younger. Everybody acts like my brother just grew up and became successful on his own.
So I added up what I’d spent on him over the years.
It came to almost $14,000.
I sent him the figure and told him I expected him to start paying me back.
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My friend used photographs of me to set up a dating profile after becoming frustrated with repeated rejection. I initially assumed it was merely a foolish prank, but my perspective changed when a woman contacted my actual Instagram account and accused me of deceiving her.
The situation began one Friday evening while we were spending time at my apartment. For several weeks, my friend had been expressing his frustration with dating apps. He repeatedly claimed that women matched with him but stopped responding as soon as they viewed his photographs.
At one point, he showed me a profile he had created with three pictures taken from my Instagram account.
I immediately began laughing.
“Are you actually using my face?”
He laughed and explained that he only wanted to determine whether the photographs would attract more attention. He assured me that he had no intention of meeting anyone or treating the account seriously.
I told him to remove the profile.
He said that he would do so....
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V for Vendetta (2005)
What makes V for Vendetta memorable to me is that the story is not really just about revenge. It is also about identity, trauma, courage, and what happens when someone spends their entire life being defined by the worst things that happened to them. V has become so much more than the person he once was, but underneath that mask, there is still someone carrying years of pain and anger. I find that side of his character particularly interesting because he is not presented as a perfect hero. He is intelligent, theatrical, unpredictable, and deeply damaged, and sometimes those qualities make it difficult to separate his desire for justice from his desire for revenge.
📸 V for Vendetta (2005)
I think V for Vendetta is one of those films that becomes more interesting the longer you think about it. Beneath the mask, the action, and the unforgettable speeches is a story about what happens when people become so afraid of their government that they slowly surrender their freedom. What unsettles me most is how easily the people in this film are controlled through fear, propaganda, and constant reminders of who holds the power. It is not just a story about one man fighting a corrupt system. It is about an entire society that has been made to believe that keeping quiet is safer than standing up for what is right.
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I never thought my husband would find out, especially not that way.
My husband, Michael, trusted me completely. He also considered his best friend, David, a brother. David visited our house regularly, and nobody suspected anything between us.
It started with innocent conversations, late-night messages, and eventually an affair.
One Friday afternoon, Michael told me he was travelling for a business meeting and wouldn't return until the following morning.
I immediately called David over.
We were in the bedroom when I heard the front door open.
I froze.
"Baby, I'm home!" Michael shouted.
Before I could get out of bed, he pushed the bedroom door open.
There he was, staring at us.
For several seconds, nobody said a word.
Then Michael looked at David and asked, "Of all the women in this world, you chose my wife?"
David quickly grabbed his clothes and started apologising.
Michael turned towards me, tears in his eyes.
"How long has this been happening?"
I couldn't answer.
He laughed bitterly, picked up his wedding ring from the bedside table and dropped it on the floor.
"Don't ever call me your husband again. You've both buried something today that can never come back."
He walked out.
I tried calling him that night, but he blocked my number.
Three days later, I received a message from his lawyer.
He was filing for divorce.
But the worst part?
A week later, David called me and said something that made my blood run cold.
"There's something your husband knows that you don't..."
And that's when I realised the affair wasn't the only secret in our marriage.
Epic Meanest 🖤🚦 retweeted
近所の人々の間で、今ひとつ信用されていない男がいた。その存在は、完全に正当化することはできないものの、どうしても払拭しきれない、低く不吉な警告音のように感じられる。私たちの通りでは、それがトムだった。
彼は、プライベートを守るというよりも、いかにも怪しげな様子で人と関わらずに暮らしていた。カーテンはほとんど閉められ、交流は最小限。何も語らない、あの愛想のない会釈を返すだけだった。街の住民全員が、暗黙の了解のもと、静かに、そして集団で彼から距離を置いていた。誰も口に出しては言わなかったが、それは共通の理解だった。
私を最も不安にさせていたのは、窓だった。
私の6歳の息子が学校から歩いて帰ってくる時、決まってトムがそこにいたのだ。ガラス窓から少し後ろに立ち、じっと見つめている。息子がランドセルを弾ませながら通りを進んでくると、毎日、変わらずそこにいた。その視線に気づいたとき、私は自分に言い聞かせた——自分は理性的であると。どんなまともな親だって、そんな視線には気づくはずだと。
昨日、息子が遅かった。
劇的に遅かったわけではない。何時間も遅れたわけではないが、それでも十分すぎるほど遅かった。いつもの時間を過ぎても戻ってこないその数分間で、親が抱く特有の不安が動き出し、利用可能なすべての隙間を埋め尽くすように静かに膨らんでいった。私は窓を確認した。スマホを確認した。親がいつも頭の中で巡らせる計算をした——通常の遅れか、それとも何か別の異常事態か。
スマホを掴んで110番（警察）に電話をかけようとしたその時、トムの玄関から彼が出てきた。
号泣しながら。