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All purchased new, unless marked as RIS.
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ASTRID

• ALCHEMY & SURF, Ajevie Slonk (cute screw-top vials), $4.25: Aquatic ozone, metallic gold accord, vetiver, rosemary, benzoin, fig, and moss.
• AQUAMARINE, Ajevie Slonk (cute screw-top vials), $4.25: Peach blossom, cucumber, water lily, green cognac, a blend of citrus, blue musk, Japanese peppermint, and sunny sea water accord.
• COVER, 1/4 Bottle, RIS, $6: An enveloping blanket of rice flower, sandalwood, cream, and a touch of cooling bergamot mint.
• FLOATING ON THE WAVES FOREVER AND EVER, Ajevie Slonk (cute screw-top vials), $4.25: Honeydew melon, aquatic ozone, jasmine, lemon, and wild lilies.
• MERCI #27, decant in a thick vial, $2.75, RIS: Lotus, orchid, banana, tropical ivy, and torrential rain accord
• RAIN ON THE OCEAN, Ajevie Slonk (cute screw-top vials), $4.25: Aloe, salt water accord, juniper, pale patchouli, white musk, eucalyptus, and a whisper of spearmint.
• SPELLCASTING ON THE ROCK, Ajevie Slonk (cute screw-top vials), $4.25: Sun-warmed wood, sand, amber, rose geranium, and patchouli.

BPAL (all purchased new)

• A WINTER'S WALK IN THE CEMETERY, Ajevie Slonk (cute screw-top vials), $5.5: Lilith’s lavender and my Dorian on a rambling walk through soft, sweet grass, cypress trees, piles of maple leaves, and bright bouquets of lilies and roses.
• CYCLING FOR PLEASURE, Ajevie Slonk (cute screw-top vials), $5.5: Sea water, sea salt-dusted cypress, pink carnation, oakmoss, and white vetiver.
• O HUSHED OCTOBER MORNING MILD, Ajevie Slonk (cute screw-top vials), $5.5: Dried forest pansy leaves, grape vine, grass, lavender buds, thyme, creeping fig, paw-squished soil, and a whiff of coffee drifting down from the kitchen.
• RING OF LIGHT, Ajevie Slonk (cute screw-top vials), $5.5: Radiant pale musk, artemisia, white lavender, neroli, white pepper, and zingy white aldehydes.
• SKATE PUNKS, Ajevie Slonk (cute screw-top vials), $5.5: Crabgrass, dandelion sap, white clover, purslane, and soil unsettled by skateboard wheels.
• SURPRISE EJACULATION, Ajevie Slonk (cute screw-top vials), $5.5: White pear, white champaca, pink grapefruit, and effervescent white musk.
• THE LAST SYLLABLE, Ajevie Slonk (cute screw-top vials), $5.5: Photos pinned to cool plaster walls, discarded papers, a web of strings, a mirror, a doll, singed straw, scattered books, and unfurled magnetic tape.
• UPSLOPE FOG, Ajevie Slonk (cute screw-top vials), $5.5: Moist clouds rolling lazily up and down low hills of wild grasses, sagebrush, and wildflowers, curling gently around gnarled oaks, majestic pines, and craggy stones.
• URBAN UNDINE, Ajevie Slonk (cute screw-top vials), $5.5: Ocean spray, sea salt, ambergris accord, and lavender.
• WATER OF NOTRE DAME direct , $3.5: Aquatic

DECONSTRUCTING EDEN (all purchased brand new)

• AD ASTRA, $2.5: Sunflowers in a field, under a night sky, gentle wind, softest earth, and wheat.
• ADAM $2: Cedar, balsam, warm skin musks, teak, bergamot, coriander, pepper, tonka bean, and earth.
• ALCUIN, $2.75: White musks and white amber, the pale greens and grays of his marque, with moss and a chypre accord and a base of soft wood.
• AQUARIUS $2: a blend of air with an undercurrent of water, topped with sparkling aldehydes.
• HOMESICK, $2.75: Dogwood, wisteria, tulips, sunflowers ocean air.
• INSOMNIAC, $2.75: white nightgowns, clean sheets, lavender buds, a drop of chamomile, wood floors, skin musks
• JEUNE SAINTE AU LYS $2: pale skin, muted notes of polar, pine, and wood, pale white lilies
• MASTER OF THE STRAITS, $2.75: Stormy sea water, driftwood, bay rum, oakmoss and a couple of drops of hyacinth.
• MOULIN ROUGE, $2.75: a frou-frou of red satin, a frisson of velvet, wooden floorboards, blonde tobacco, red wine, and a drop of absinthe.
• MY GIRLFRIEND’S GIRLFRIEND, $2.75: white musk forms the base. Heart notes of jasmine, soft rose, freesia, lily and black currant. Top notes of pink grapefruit, bergamot and mandarin orange.
• NERVE, $2.75: Blue musk, green clover, soft grey suede, jet fuel, and, white peach tea
• OCTOBER RUST, $2.75: "Cool rusting metal, the last of the maple leaves, black agarwood, crisp air, incense, bonfire smoke, blonde woods, and dark amber."
• SECOND SKIN, $10 (almost half left in 15 mL Bottle): Cold skin, fog, combat boots, cashmeran, metal accord, raindrops, wet stone
• SEVEN STARS, $2.75: Midnight blue sky, sparkling stars, rice, white cedar, and, Buddha’s Hand Citrus
• SILKWORM, $2.75: Silk threads, mulberry leaves, fruit, and branches, salt tears
• SNOW WHITE, $2.75: Clean white musk, blood-red roses, ebony wood, and a touch of the forest, and that infamous apple.
• TALENT, $2.75: Crisp linen, beeswax coated silken threads, Alban rose, and Earl Grey tea.
• WATER ME, $2.75: coconut, dark amber, skin musks, clean water, and satin sheets

FANTOME (all purchased new) $5.5 each

• BUNE: Damp subterranean air, nagarmotha, smooth cave walls, davana, a cold marble altar, & glittering green dragon scales
• COYOCAN, $2: Desert wind, sweet nectar, cool stone, Mexican vanilla, creosote, hibiscus, sage
• KUPALA: Morning dew, davana, fern flower, bonfire smoke, birch leaves, warm summer air
• STOLAS: Bluebells, an unburnt cedar offering, cool night air, lavender, soft owl feathers, blueberries, & a hint of dark chocolate

NAVA

• COUNT CHOCO, Ajevie Slink, $4: Count ChocoCocoa Absolute of Persia, India and the West Indies, Cocoa liquor, Wheat, Cocoa Powder, Vanilla Powder, Mallow and Chocolate Soy Milk.

NUI COBALT DESIGNS (all purchased new)

• DEEP HEALING, 1.15 ml, $3.5: Deep ocean water, bracing wind, cold clary sage, and fresh rain-drenched greens.
• DENDROPHILIA - THE LOVE OF TREES, 1.15 ml, $3.5: The love of Trees.Moss-covered deadfall, birchwood and pine, lingering resins and sunlight through the leaves, a trace of woodsmoke, the memory of vetiver and cedar.
• FROST GIANT , 1.15 ml, $3.5: Himalayan cedar, towering oak, nagarmotha, frozen sage, moss-covered stone, cucumber, and fog.
• GREY WOLF, 1.15 ml, $3.5: White sandalwood, black amber, icy sage, cashmere, stone musk, lichen, softly smoked birchwood, grey suede, mountain springwater, and white peppercorn.
• MERFOLK, Ajevie Slonk (cute screw-top vials), $3.75: The mineral scent of sand, salt, and shells upon the mist, ambergris accord, turquoise musk, warm orris, olive trees, and neroli.
• ORNITHOPHILIA - THE LOVE OF BIRDS, 1.15 ml, $3.5: A wistful effusion of angelica, kava kava, elderflower, linden, mugwort, saffron, acacia wood, purple heliotrope, and mugwort.

POSSETS (ALL PURCHASED NEW; unless marked as FS, all are samples from direct or decant from Ajevie that are $2.5 each)

• 4 SEASONS OF SUMMER: Bamboo, silk, Japanese incense, a hint of water, and fresh green shoots, and a small introduction of sandalwood in the mix to send a cooling breeze your way.
• ALASKA: the chill in the air, but also the perfume of the riot of summer blossoms as they race the sun every year.
• ARC OF VENUS, FS, Brand New Never Used, $16: Sexy sandalwood base, black lavender, calendula, “abstract” musk, sharp grey musk
• BERENICE: Champagne musk, pink grapefruit, a dash of lemon zest, a veil of dragons' blood
• BIRTH OF VENUS: jasmine, aquatic blend, light citrus blend
• BRIDAL CHORUS, FS, Brand New Never Used, $16: a lot of Hawthorne here, a very sugary musk, a kiss of a ""silky musk"" and it's all about silky skin
• DANCE WITH ME, FS, Brand New Never Used, $16: A classy variation of everyone's favorite lavender vanilla but substituting grapefruit for lavender and under-girding it with white musk.
• FASCINATOR: sparkling, very high-key bright crystalline musk, emollient backup musk, sandalwood, cedar and rosewood.
• FLYING HORSE: Bamboo, grated ginger, green tea, luan wood, white floral note
• FROG PRINCESS: To an aquatic base, subtle hints of coconut and mint are added.
• HATSHEPSUT: Bitter beautiful galbanum pairs with the smoothness of labdanum, a bit of oude gum, and a very small amount of the best skin amber.
• HEATHCLIFFE AND CATHERINE EARNSHAW: Heather of the moors, lavender of English, a drop of wildness, oude
• HYLAS AND THE NYMPH: pooled water, lush vegetation, and sneaking scent of sex
• ISABELLA: rose are combined with a light resin, white tea leaf and a rare honey/milky/cream musk. A light dusting of familiar spices.
• LOLA MONTEZ: green of Irish grass accord, deeply green aquatic note, dark and thick labdenum, tonka infusion, animalic musk.
• LOTUS OF THE NILE: The lotus is the prime fragrance in the bouquet, but it is followed by bits of roseate beauty, a sort of dark incense which has been winnowed through the air, and faint aquatic background scent.
• SHIP OF FOOLS: tang of the sea and added a bit of refined leather to get things started, a roll of key lime zest and a goodly portion of faux ambergris.
• SWAN: cool with a light kiss of olive leaf, a blend of three blue musks (from light to dark and a mid tone one), a bit of cork (!) extract, a small amount of osmanthus.
• TERRA NOCTURNA: violet, vetiver, leather, ozone, pepper, sugar, and a crystal musk
• THE WATER BURNS: The essence of earth and high greenery--a hint of smoke but smelled from far away, boxwood, galbanum, and a light hint of Mysore sandalwood.
• XUONG CUONG: A cold green leaf bats against a ghost wood, a lash of green chlorophyll and crystal musk, a bit of luan wood, and a soft ambient earth scent, finished off with sandalwood and yuzu, the latter adds an air of almost black walnut and nutwood-like nuance to the whole.

SIXTEEN92 (all purchased new unless marked as RIS)

• ALL IS BRIGHT Ajevie Slonk (cute screw-top vials). $4: Quiet snowfall, brisk winter ozone, warm peppermint tea, tightly laced ice skates on a glistening frozen pond
• ALL IS BRIGHT, $5: Quiet snowfall, brisk winter ozone, warm peppermint tea, tightly laced ice skates on a glistening frozen pond
• ANDROCTONUS AUSTRALIS, $5: Rum, wild fig, dry papyrus, sweet tobacco, oud
• AQUILA, $5: Juniper, chilld white tea, mountain laurel, soft cotton, airy musks
• AQUILA, $5: Juniper, chilld white tea, mountain laurel, soft cotton, airy musks
• AQUILA, $5: Juniper, chilld white tea, mountain laurel, soft cotton, airy musks
• BEAUTIFUL. POPULAR. LOVED. FEARED. Ajevie 2020 Half Slink, $1.5: Moonflower, tiare, bitter almond, blond woods, heat lightning, asphalt
• BEFANA, $3.5 (decanted into a thicker vial that’s approximately 2/3 full but measured to be around 1/5 of a bottle): Black currant and dried fig, black pepper, forest berries, pressed flower petals, creamy amber, winter spices
• BE CAREFUL WHAT YOU WISH FOR, Ajevie Slonk (cute screw-top vials). $4: Dusty magic shop shelves, dried sage leaf, crystal ball, darkened amber musks, a puff of smoke
• BOOK OF STARS, $3 (decanted into a thicker vial that’s approximately 1/4 full): The smell of space (meteor dust, ozone, metal, ethyl formate) blended with grounding white sandalwood, papyrus, & earthy musks.
• CHILLED CHAMPAGNE, $3.5 (decanted into a thicker vial that’s approximately 2/3 full but measured to be around 1/5 of a bottle)
• CHIROMANCY, $5: Orris, worn leather, ink, porcelain, black truffle
• COCONUT FLAN, FREE (original bottle with a few drops left) - just ask!
• FOOL FOR LOVE, $5: Leather jacket, chipped black nail polish, burning roses, bad poetry
• GRETA, $5: Frosted glass, chilly aldehydes, citrus blossom, elderflower, snow accord
• GRASS HARP, $3.5 (decanted into a thicker vial that’s approximately 2/3 full but measured to be around 1/5 of a bottle): Orange blossom, clover, hyacinth, ruby red grapefruit, sweet basil
• HELIOPHOBIA, decant in chonky vial, $3: Climbing ivy, faded magnolia blooms, moonlit vines, cracked solarium glass, splintered wood, peeling wallpaper, humid air, fog & shadow, feral musk
• I AM ATREYU!, $5: The hopes of all Fantasia: Luck dragon fur, glimmering gold and worn suede, sumac, fire, equine musk
• I AM ATREYU!, $5: The hopes of all Fantasia: Luck dragon fur, glimmering gold and worn suede, sumac, fire, equine musk
• LOUISE, Direct, $5: Sultry amber, red ink, black kohl, night blooms, Tonkin musk (synthetic), wormwood, soft suede, glistening strands of pearls
• LYCANTHROPE, Direct, $5: Monkshood, warm fur, tuber, elm bark, artemisia, galbanum, weathered rock, silver moonlight
• LYCANTHROPE, Direct, $5: Monkshood, warm fur, tuber, elm bark, artemisia, galbanum, weathered rock, silver moonlight
• LYRA, $5: Misty aldehydes, mandora blossom, spring hyacinth, forsythia, new leaves, melted snow
• MIDWINTER DUSK, $5: Chilled evergreen boughs and bunches of mistletoe, a blanket of evening frost, distant sleigh bells, the soft glow of gas lamps on snowy cobblestone streets
• MIDWINTER DUSK, $5: Chilled evergreen boughs and bunches of mistletoe, a blanket of evening frost, distant sleigh bells, the soft glow of gas lamps on snowy cobblestone streets
• SAVE FERRIS, Ajevie Slink, $3.5: "Funnel cakes & lemonade from Wrigley field, salted pretzels, bright blue skies, cool Lake Michigan breeze, Bueller… Bueller… "
• SINTERKLAAS, $3.5 (decanted into a thicker vial that’s approximately 2/3 full but measured to be around 1/5 of a bottle): Cake flour and sugared dough, royal icing, mulled wine, foil-wrapped candies, speculaas cookies, a cozy hearth
• SOLSTICE BONFIRE, $5: Dark rum, grey ash, black amber, firewood bales, pine needle, charcoal, cedar, & billowing smoke on crisp winter air
• TALIA, $5: Vanilla, moss, ivy, soft musk, stone
• THE HEART IS A LONELY HUNTER, RES BATCH, half decant in a thicker vial, $3.5 (decanted into a thicker vial that’s approximately 2/3 full but measured to be around 1/5 of a bottle): Tuberose absolute, soft skin musk, oakmoss, fresh earth, vanilla, iris
• THE NOTHING, $5: The emptiness that’s left: Black clouds, stormy winds, broken mirrors, deep water, rock dust, I will just sit here and let it take me away too
• TO ALL A GOOD NIGHT, $5: Swirls of tranquil incense, flickering farolitos, piñon and juniper wood, far-off carols drifting on desert wind
• TURTLE DOVES, Ajevie Slink, $3.5: Frasier fir, frozen sidewalks, snowy park benches, twinkling fairy lights and silver bells, a flurry of soft feathers, warm mittens, a wooden toy chest, delicate porcelain musk
• VILLAINS, $5: Candle soot, pine rosin, blood red pomegranate, howling forest winds, darkened crystals, sacred herbs
• VULPECULA, $5: Pools of rainwater, soaked pebbles, tomato leaf, decaying tree bark, wild brambles, dusty fur
• WAKING IN WINTER, half decant in a thicker vial, $3.5 (decanted into a thicker vial that’s approximately 2/3 full but measured to be around 1/5 of a bottle): fir needle, hemlock, soft snow, pale woods, delicate mint, frost-blanketed leaves, cold metal, distant hearthsmoke

SORCELLERIE all Sorcellerie are RIS (some cheaper than others to account for fill level differences)

• A PARTY OR SOMETHING, $1: Marigolds, yellow cake, white chocolate, pistachio buttercream, Iso E Super, Cashmeran
• WHAT BIG EYES YOU HAVE, $2.75: Immortelle absolute, lemon meringue pie, pearlescent vanilla musk

STEREOPLASM

• ENCHANTED DEW DROPS, 4.5 mL Roller, $9.5: (dew/jade/light smoke/stone moss) - A glowing vial containing healing dew from the misty peak of treacherous Mount Eumedes (will appear in rain during spring equinox if an acceptable offering of fire is made).
• KING MOONRACER, Doll Size, $3: Oceanic musk, cool night air, sea salt, pu-erh tea and night-blooming jasmine.
• OGOPOGO, Doll Size, $3: Cool Rippling lake, water lily, seaweed and snake skin.
• OPALINE, Mini Roller, $3: Iridescent and heavy stones of opalized amber, birds of paradise, frozen yucca and lacquered teak[pearl-stone/opal-amber accord/birds of paradise/cold yucca/camphorous teak]
• PÊCHE IMMORTELLE, 4.5 mL Roller, $9.5: Saturn peach and aged cognac enclosed in humid jade glass, unearthed after midnight alongside dewy blooms of star jasmine and clary sage
• PEEL, Mini Roller, $3: Spiraled peels of heaven scent Valencia orange, lumia lemon and perfectly ripe strawberries and banana[orange/strawberry/banana/fruity ozone/lemon]
• PICKEREL FROG (LITHOBATES PALUSTRIS), 4.5 mL Roller, $9.5: Night blooming jasmine, wet grass, algae, and tomato leaf.
• POTTED CHIPTUNIA, YellingCat Decant, $1.5: (petunia/leaf/fresh soil/clay/static) - A refreshing, inhibiting flower, grown and engineered in Chiptown.
• REVERIE, Doll Size, $3: Frozen pollen, prickly gooseberry vine, raw cashmere wool and midnight blooming primrose[aldehydic-powdery floral musk/gooseberry fougere/cashmere/wild primrose]
• SCAREDY CATS, 4.5 mL Roller, $9.5: Sheet white marshmallow, midnight sugar cookies and an extinguished candle squares on a hot rainy day.
• SOLAR CROAKUS, Mini Roller, $3: An inner effervescence heightened by notes of warm patchouli, bronze crocus, dry sandalwood, sun flare ozone and warm skin musk[patchouli/sandalwood/bronze crocus/warm ozone/skin musk]
• TOTALLY IN LOVE 4.5 mL Roller, $9.5: Soft purple and glowing from within; raspberry cotton candy with a delicate bouquet of jasmine, rose and heliotrope while shadows dance at sunset.
• UNHOLY WATER, Mini Roller, $3: Barbed wire and rust, sacrificial blood orange, cursed saffron licked by flames of a burning chapel.

This is a little weird but I’m kind of upset about it and I thought it would be good to talk about it and get some second opinions.
Basically I’ve recently realised that I’m non-binary, I’m 26 and biologically male but I feel like I could happily identify as male, female, both or neither. I discussed this with my partner (a cis woman) and she said she has suspected as much for some time, but she’s very supportive of all LGBT issues and she basically said if I want to make any changes to my lifestyle at home that’s fine, she doesn’t care if I want to wear a skirt some days or anything like that.
So for the last few days I’ve kind of been getting my head around my gender identity and being more accepting of who I actually am instead of trying to fit neatly into one category when in reality I’m all over the gender spectrum. While browsing online I happened to stumble across some cute art of various female superheroes (I’ve always been a big fan of comic books) and I thought about how in the past I would have dismissed the fact that I liked the art because it would seem “girly” to anyone else. But I figured now I’m trying to embrace my whole identity, not just the masculine part, so who cares if it’s girly? I like it, that’s all that matters. So I end up changing my phone wallpaper to a changing slideshow of this art. It’s a small thing, but to me it signified the first time I was stepping outside of male gender norms.
After I changed my wallpaper, one of the first things I did was show my partner, in a very casual “hey check out my new phone wallpaper” kind of way, and she had… a pretty bad reaction. She just said “oh god” and when I asked what was wrong she said “I don’t know, that’s pretty weird.” That didn’t feel great, so I immediately changed my wallpaper back to what it was before, and changed the subject. But a few minutes later she brought it up again and said it was “really bothering” her. In particular she was unhappy about the picture of Supergirl, saying “this is a drawing of a child, it’s weird that you don’t find that creepy. Is that really what you want to look at?” That really made my heart sink. The implication that I was getting some kind of sexual thrill out of the art made me feel pretty grossed out by myself, even though I hadn’t thought of it in a sexual way at all (this is the picture in question: https://9gag.com/gag/aP3Pv0K ). For anyone unfamiliar with the character, Supergirl is usually depicted as being youngish (18-25) but recently started being depicted as around 16.
My partner was off with me for the rest of the day, even after I apologised, and she did mention again that she was upset about the whole thing. But things have gone back to normal now, it hasn’t been mentioned since. I’m still a bit upset and confused, though. Was I really being creepy? I feel pretty uncomfortable about being non-binary now, like I want to just continue to act as a cis man from now on to avoid this happening again. What can I do to stop feeling so crappy about all of this?

Yeah apologies I don't mean to come off as a jerk with this incoming rant, but this is my first post in this sub. Was gonna post this on HelloKitty and sanrio, but my karma is too low for the former and the mods on the latter keep deleting my posts whenever I send them.
For starters, I'm a huge Hello Kitty fan and she's my most favorite pop icon in the world of all time currently (aside from maybe Mickey Mouse at the very least).
My friends and I had a rather spirited debate on Discord about Hello Kitty's popularity vs the other characters from anime or japanese media and this is something I need to seriously let off my chest.

1. Most of my male friends on Discord (at least many of whom are American mind you) are all biased against Hello Kitty and seem to write her off as just a mere marketing icon or a just retro brand that are only liked by younger girls and nostalgic older women and is nothing deep and that most Japanese people somehow don't care about her.
2. One of my friends (who's American) thinks that shonen jump series like Demon Slayer is universally more popular (if not practically more iconic by implication) in Japan than Hello Kitty and other iconic "kiddy" stuff like Anpanman, Doraemon, Pokemon, and even American stuff like Mickey Mouse and Snoopy (whom they are also all biased against) based on mainly some 2020 poll from CharaBank: https://www.charabiz.com/book_detail.php?article_id=12007
3. That same friend of mine unironically insisted in his belief that most Japanese people of all ages would favor more mature and edgy characters like Goku, Ichigo, Tanjiro, and Kenshiro over soft cute ones and that most people in Japan would mock older men like me for liking cute stuff. Not joking about the last part btw. It's as if the concept of "kawaii culture" in Japan is a foreign concept to him and my other friends on the server.

I have been thinking about how to succinctly explain to him why and how Hello Kitty is still actually more iconic, popular, and consequentially impactive on pop culture in Japan than the shonen anime/manga despite what the CharaBank article he linked says. And how he denied that Demon Slayer only made it to the top of the list in a 2020 poll because of certain circumstances like COVID and just doubled down on his takes like how Hello Kitty's popularity began dropping at the start of the 2000's and that manga like Demon Slayer is more profitable than Hello Kitty.
And I also couldn't understand or know how to explain why and how such a globally iconic figure like Hello Kitty dropped out of fifth place in the CharaBank ratings as of 2021 and I don't know the rankings for 2022 due to lack of accessibility to data and I can't understand why Anpanman and Pokemon (or even foreign characters like Mickey and Snoopy to an extent) are currently rated above her in Japan of all places. I don't even get why even Doraemon is ranked above her as well (assuming if he is, since Doraemon is actually my other most favorite character in the world besides Hello Kitty, like the closest to her compared to practically all my other favorite characters at the very least, but that's neither here nor there).
==== MAIN QUESTION =====
Okay let's get the obvious out of the way, we can all agree that Hello Kitty and other Sanrio characters in general are increasing in popularity worldwide right now due to platforms like TikTok and Instagram.But for such a long-running global powerhouse of a franchise and one of the largest and most internationally iconic, successful, and prolific pop icons in the world (with a laundry list of collabs and crossovers to her name no less), I don't get why and how Hello Kitty dropped out of the top five of Japan's Character DataBank since two years ago. Is she really completely declining in popularity in Japan or is most of what my friends claimed wrong?
So I wanted to hear from this subreddit and understand and clarify everything here. All feedback would be appreciated. Thanks.

Shortly after Mom's tumble down the basement stairs, a stranger appeared at her door. Said he was collecting donations for an animal shelter and demanded to speak with the homeowner.
Karima, my mother’s care worker, only started the job three days earlier. But that was long enough to know the elderly lady she worked for turned the garden hose on both missionaries and canvassers alike.
Imagine her surprise when Mom came hobbling down the hall on metal crutches, insisting the gentleman come in.
At hospital, after Mumsie’s ankle got reset, I broke the news that—due to her ‘advanced’ age—the doctors wouldn’t discharge her without an adequate care plan. She lived on a remote street, just a narrow dirt lane overrun with weeds and bramble really. No friendly neighbours, nobody to help with chores.
Despite the morphine, she sat up in bed spitting raw fury.
“I can’t support you alone,” I whimpered. “I’m in London next week with work. Plus, Abbie’s such a handful.”
The incensed retiree made six nurses and one security guard cry before finally relenting.
After Mom’s visitor departed, I stopped by with some painkillers. Straight away Karima pulled me into the kitchen. A real no-nonsense type in her late-twenties, Karima had a brown ponytail and thick eyebrows.
She said, “Sharon spent all afternoon in the lounge with a guy called Carl. He acted like they’d never met, but he knew his way around. He got angry at one point. Your mom said he’s gonna come back to fix the ceiling fan in the basement. She sounded a little upset, though.”
Strange. Why would the thrifty woman who reused tea bags pry open her purse for charity?
Karima said Carl was a big guy, bigger than me even, and old enough to collect a pension, although “you could tell he looked after himself”. Think porcelain teeth and an even, bronze tan.
This news hoisted a red flag alright. What motivated this guy to cosy up to an ill-tempered old bat who half the neighbourhood kids believed would abduct them while they slept if they didn’t finish their broccoli and wash behind their ears? There’d be no point grooming her for the house—her hovel was all stale air, sun-bleached wallpaper, and carpets so filthy you couldn’t make out the floral patterns.
As she limped through the door, I asked about her new companion.
“Mind your own business,” she hissed. Her eyes flicked toward Karima. “And tell the warden it’s rude to snoop.”
From that day on, a permanent sickly feeling lined my stomach. I compulsively checked my mother’s cash allowance, which depleted faster than expected. Karima insisted that, on their weekly shopping trips, Mom only ever bought discounted groceries and Vitamin D supplements. “Maybe she’s snacking at night?”
That weekend, Mom summoned me for our Sunday roast, a fortnightly ritual. In a thick winter coat, I spooned unsalted mashed potatoes into my mouth. Because unless snow lay on the ground, turning the heating on was a cardinal sin in Mom’s house, and since the basement door sat right beside the fridge, the kitchen got blasted by these relentless, chilly drafts.
It took me twenty minutes to muster up the nerve to ask Mom how such a rail-thin lady could rack up such a giant food bill. “I’ve seen you eat mouldy peaches instead of throwing them away. Where’s this money going? Did Carl charge you to fix that fan?”
“Carl does these repairs as a favour I’ll have you know,” she said. Her voice sounded odd, though. Like the killer instinct had bled out.
There was a short, uncomfortable silence. Between chews, Mom mentioned the council planned to build a shelter for truant youths nearby, which meant she needed to sell up before hordes of wild, feral teens began prowling the area.
My fork paused in mid-air. “Let me guess, did Carl tell you this? Are you sure he isn’t a conman?”
Prominent neck veins bulged along her gaunt neck, the same way they did anytime younger me broke a plate or spilled juice. Whenever those tendons appeared, Mom would clamp my ear with her sharp, yellow nails and yank me into my bedroom. That was her solution to everything—imprison you until her temper cooled off. Involuntarily, my head jerked to one side. A spasm.
“I just wanna make sure you’re not getting scammed,” I said, earlobe throbbing.
She slammed the table with her fist. “I’m selling, and that’s that.”
Unable to meet that powerful gaze, I wolfed down more tasteless food.
“I swear. If I’d known kids were this much trouble, I would have done things differently,” Mom muttered.
Back home, I splashed cold water across my face and stared down my reflection in the bathroom mirror. At times, I resented my green eyes and sharp nose—features I shared with my mother. They made me feel contaminated. Dirty.
My daughter, Abbie, had just turned six. After I read her the latest Dogman and tucked her into bed, I joined my wife in the front room, where she commented on my twitch. I explained Carl’s arrival brought my childhood tics storming back.
She said, “I’m not trying to sound insensitive here, but who cares if Angela gets cheated out of a crappy house? It’d serve her right for everything she put you through.”
Years earlier, news about my wife’s pregnancy broke two weeks before our wedding day. Mom’s unsavoury name calling led to an hours-long screaming match between the pair, and time had not thawed their frosty relationship. I maintained a degree of sympathy, because Mom grew up a preacher’s daughter, and her stern lectures gave me the occasional glimpse into adolescence under Grandpa’s watchful eye.
“If father caught ME smoking, he’d have locked me in the prayer closet until midnight.”
“The one time I rolled my eyes at MY father, he took away my pillow for three days.”
In her late teens Mom once ran away with a male friend, a move which got her permanently ousted from the church, but extracting the details was tougher than chewing through a bowl of salt.
Still, my wife made a great point—that house needed serious work. Plumbing renovations alone would set you back £15k, easy. As a child I’d lain awake at night, surrounded by groaning metal. Thuds, bangs. Even had nightmares about a poltergeist named Pipes who rattled the water fixtures. I hated being incarcerated there.
If Mom became homeless, though, she would have needed to move in with us, which meant Abbie might develop the same self-esteem issues as me.
In the morning, I asked Karima to call me the next time Carl appeared so I could speak with him, man-to-man. When she did, I heard only angry, muffled voices in the background. The nurse moved into a different room and said Mom ordered her out of the lounge.
Furious, I climbed in my Volvo and sped across town.
As I pulled up the dusty driveway, Karima appeared at the door and said, “You just missed them. Carl took Angela to the garden centre.”
I slammed the dashboard in frustration.
In the kitchen, I sat by the table, my legs bouncing up and down, impatient. Minutes ticked away on the grandfather clock down the hall.
Karima came in to wipe down the counters. I said, “What’s Carl been up to lately? Still fixing things?”
She nodded. “Last week he spent a whole afternoon in the basement. Said he was laying rat traps.”
Huh. I’d never seen any droppings or scratch marks. The basement door refused to budge, as usual, so I went upstairs into the spare room where I rummaged through Mom’s antique cabinet. In the bottom drawer there sat a ring of endless keys, but before I could find one that looked large enough and old enough to fit the lock, car wheels came crunching along the driveway. I slipped everything back in its place and then rushed downstairs.
Outside, Mom waved off a silver Aston Martin. In her right hand, she had a bouquet of carnations: one red, one yellow, one blue. In the old days, she always received birthday flowers, but since any man who so much as complimented her purse caught an eyeful of pepper spray, the idea she had a secret admirer struck me as ridiculous. Now, though, I wasn’t so sure.
“Why’s your boyfriend in such a hurry?” I asked.
“Never you mind.”
As I followed her around the ground floor, she shouted down the different ways I begged her to explain her relationship with this man before finally shooting me another patented death glare. “Enough.”
The protest dissolved on my tongue.
Seeing no other option, I contacted a private investigator and gave him Carl’s license plate. Six days later, we met in a coffee shop. “Carl Richardson, age 64.” The sleuth slid a file across the table. “Widower with three kids, two sons and a daughter, each grown with children of their own. Started a construction company in the 70s and sold up before the crash in ’08. Owns a villa in Madrid, and he’s an elder at the Willowfield Presbyterian Church. From what I hear, he’s hosted so many fundraisers they named an auditorium after him.”
“Wait, if this pricks so minted why’s he cosying up to my mom? Her shacks one big bad wolf away from blowing over.”
“She lives just outside Bohill forest, right? If you bulldozed a few hundred trees, you could probably put up a block of flats. Deal like that might be worth a brave chunk of change.”
“Where’s this asshole live?” I asked.
“Maryville. Fair warning though, he’s not the friendliest of blokes. I watched him explode over a petrol station parking space. Took six guys to hold him back.”
I sped over there.
Iron fenceposts surrounded a sprawling, four-story townhouse. Younger me always wished he lived in a place like that, surrounded by brothers and sisters, along with a dad who came home at the end of every day. Hell, even just a dad.
I pressed the buzzer. Through the speaker, a housekeeper told me Mr. Richardson wasn’t home, despite the Aston Martin parked in the driveway.
I said, “Just tell the prick he better stay the hell away from my mom.”
Halfway home, the she-devil herself called, rhyming off all the different ways I’d embarrassed her since birth. Through tears, I told her I didn’t want Abbie’s grandmother dying penniless on the street.
She ended the debate by screaming, “I’ll do whatever I like.”
Reduced to a trembling mess, I pulled into the layby. My relationship with my mother, I’d come to realize, was a scab. With this conflict, we’d picked away the crust. Now bad blood had come gushing out. This needed to end.
I texted Karima: Think you can find out what Carl’s doing in the basement for me?
Sure thing.
From there, I mostly ignored Mom. Until her birthday reared its ugly head. Although she insisted we let these milestones pass without much fanfare, I at least swung by for dinner.
Imagine my surprise when my key didn’t fit the lock. I rapped the letterbox for twenty minutes before Mom creaked the door open, far as the chain would allow.
“What the hell is this?” I asked.
Through the narrow gap, she said, “You can’t be too careful these days. Theres dope addicts running about.”
“Was this Carl’s idea?”
She broke eye contact. My mother, the most stubborn woman on planet Earth, actually broke eye contact.
“Does Karima at least have a spare?”
“No. I fired her.”
“What? Why?”
“I caught her stealing jewellery. Besides, the cast came off. You can’t keep me imprisoned forever.”
Rather than kick in the door, I fought the temptation and grabbed my phone. “Karima isn’t answering,” I said, as I texted her to call me back.
“Hardly surprising, she’s a fugitive now. And to think, you were worried about Carl. Anyway, I’m tried and not in the mood for celebrating. Goodbye.”
The door slammed in my face.
There was now zero doubt her suitor had groomed her. What should I have done, though, notified the police? And said what exactly—that Mommy wouldn’t let me into my childhood home?
Well, if she’d set her heart on getting dumped in a cheap care home staffed by workers who got paid minimum wage, so be it.
That night, I rolled around in bed, unable to redirect my memory from childhood. Until now, those formative years had been a distant afterthought, but with this situation sloshing around my brain, they lurked around every corner, uncomfortably close.
I jerked awake. Beside the bed, Abbie rubbed her red, puffed-out eyes. “I had a bad dream.”
I carried her into her room and read from a storybook about princesses. As she lay beside me, head rested against my shoulder, a giant lump rose in my throat. Mom never comforted me after a nightmare. Or ever. In fact, she’d uttered the phrase ‘stop whining or I’ll GIVE you something to cry about’ so many times it became her unofficial catchphrase.
What the hell was wrong with me? Despite being a grown man—a father, no less—I’d acted like a panicky child. What did Carl want with the house? Why this fixation on the basement?
I drove over there, parked my car at the bottom of the lane, unlatched a downstairs window with a coat hanger, and climbed inside. One upside to life under an authoritarian regime are the tricks you pick-up…
The grandfather clock ticked away while, upstairs, my mother snored louder than a jackhammer. The creaky staircase threatened to betray my arrival, so I slowly crept up into the spare room where I snatched the keys from the cabinet.
I shuffled back downstairs. However, right as my foot landed on the bottom step, the clock announced the arrival of midnight. In the sleepy house, those chimes blared louder than a fire alarm. Startled, I slipped and collapsed onto the wooden floor.
A lamp flicked on up in Mom’s room, then footsteps shuffled around. I heard her voice, high and frightened. Most likely she’d grabbed the bedside phone.
“Mom, it’s me,” I shouted.
Dressed in a pink nightgown and fuzzy slippers, she appeared at the landing. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?”
She stormed down the steps, boiling mad. It took some nerve to invade someone’s privacy like that, what gave me the right? For a moment, I hung my head in shame—a child caught with their hand in the cookie jar.
Until I remembered what brought me there in the first place. I’d had enough of the manipulation. Of the unanswered questions. I needed, no, deserved an explanation.
“What gives me the right?” I shouted. “What gives you the right to treat me like the shit stuck on your shoe? All I’m trying to do is keep a roof over your head, and this is the thanks I get?”
Those green eyes grew huge, the mouth drooping open. Maybe my outburst had shocked her into understanding the error of her wicked ways? Were we moments away from a tearful hug?
No such luck. Instead, the furious woman reached for the keys. I snatched them away.
“Don’t you dare disobey me.”
“Why not?”
“…Because…” She fumbled for a reason. “…I’m your mother.”
From deep in the house, the came a low thump. I glanced around.
“Do as I say. Now.”
My body almost obeyed this request on pure instinct. Her word was a royal decree, unquestionable, absolute. But then beats of sweat ran down her forehead, filtering along the wrinkled grooves. For the first time, cracks appeared in my mother’s impenetrable outer shell.
I walked into the kitchen. As my hands rummaged for a key large enough to fit the basement door, I said, “Are you gonna tell me what Carl’s been doing down there?”
She tugged at my arm, her hands coarse and cool, like reptile claws. “Nothing. He hasn’t been doing anything.”
Another thump.
“Nothing, huh?”
The door opened at a push. I pulled a cord hanging alongside my skull only to illuminate rickety stairs and a filthy, cramped utility room. There was a slit window halfway down the steps, a washer pushed up against the far wall, shelving units crammed with paint and washing powder and ancient records, and musty cardboard boxes scattered around, here and there.
Those groaning steps sagged beneath my weight. Mom followed me along, her hands clinging to the rail. “See? Now enough of this nonsense, come upstairs.”
She followed me into the centre of the space, all jutting nerves. What had her so anxious?
Filled with raw courage, I kicked over a box. Newspapers spilled across the concrete floor and moths fluttered in every direction. I rummaged through hampers, tossed aside rotted furniture infested with woodlice. This was getting me nowhere. You could spend an entire month excavating that mess and barely scrap away the first layer of grime.
Wait. If Mom could stare me into a confession, maybe I could do the same with her? I went and stood facing her, her nose inches from mine. “What’s your secret?”
At first, she only returned fire. But then those emotionless eyes flicked toward the shelving unit.
When I glanced at it, she burst into tears. “You’re right. I’m a terrible mother. Go sit in the lounge, I’ll make you a cup of tea.” The crying unnerved me more than her fury, honestly.
Beneath the shelve, an arch had been ground into the concrete as though somebody dragged a heavy weight back and forth. I grabbed the unit, shimmied it off the wall. With considerable effort, the right side swung out, inch by slow inch, revealing a hidden metal door embedded within the brickwork.
“What the FUCK is this?” I yelled. “Have you got a fucking bomb shelter down here?”
Her icy talon caressed my cheek. “Please, come upstairs. I love you. Your father, he didn’t want it to be this way. But you were so beautiful. With your green eyes and cute button nose. I couldn’t do it. Not to you. Come upstairs. Please.”
“My…father?” I said, breathless.
“His family, they couldn’t know. And the church, oh the things they would have said. He wanted to bulldoze the house and destroy the evidence. He says we’re too old to keep up the charade. It was my accident, George. It scared him. He said we nearly got exposed.”
Above our heads, lights flashed across the wall as a car sped past the window and screeched to a halt. Hysterical now, Mom choked out a feeble, “He’ll be furious.”
Unable to get these events straight in my mind, I twisted the metal handle while she rushed upstairs, wailing.
The door opened onto a windowless tunnel colder than a cave, musty-smelling and choked in darkness. An ungodly stench wafted out; stale air intermixed with sour sweat.
As I retched, chains rattled up ahead.
“…Hello?”
There came tiny cries.
My trembling hands grabbed my phone and switched on the torch. Then, on unsteady legs, I crept forward.
Halfway down the tunnel gaping doorways opened on either side: one contained a toilet and a sink, the other a brief kitchen area. Metal rails ran along the walls at waist height.
The tunnel carried me into a box room, roughly ten feet long and ten feet deep. And as I cast the light in a wide arc, my pulse shot up between my ears.
Sitting on filthy, stained mattresses, frail figures shielded their eyes. On my right, there lay a man and a woman, both made from skin and bones. They wore grey jumpsuits and leather collars attached to the rails by metal chains.
In a stilted accent, the lady said, "Please help us before mother and father realize you are here."
The room shifted on its axis. “…Mother and father?”
"George," another figure cried. My light whipped toward the far wall, where Karima also sat fastened to the rail, her face purple-black with cuts and bruises. Before my mind could process this discovery, footsteps charged along the entryway. I spun around.
A giant man with sharp brown eyes stepped into the confined space, baseball bat in hand, his head almost scraping the low roof. My mother arrived right after him, shrieking, “CARL, STOP, PLEASE STOP!”
I stood there, feet rooted on the spot, until the old fella took a swing at me.
At the very last second, I jumped away. The bat found my phone, which spun out of my hand. Now only ambient light from the basement splashed across the room.
In a wild fury, Carl swung again and again. I sidestepped, ducked, scrambled away.
Next time the club whistled through the air, inches from my face, I threw myself at Carl, and our hands wrestled for control of the weapon.
Round and round we went, a little foxtrot. Once it became obvious his iron grip wouldn’t let up, I drove my forehead into his nose, hard. The bat fell onto the floor, and then my fists reigned down blows, seemingly by themselves. My crappy childhood, all those missed birthdays and cutting remarks and countless hours spent caged inside my room, got channelled into each and every strike.
Although my attacker had thirty years on me, he was stronger than an ox on steroids. He answered every fifth punch with one of his own. Around us, a chorus of "Stop him, please stop him!" went up, like Romans chanting for gladiators.
Soon Carl’s breaths became laboured. Difficult. A hand shot up against his chest. My aggressor couldn’t maintain this pace—I had him.
But then, from a side-angle, Mom flew at me. Sharp, yellow fingernails rake across my face, again and again.
“FOUL DISOBEDIENT CHILD,” she shrieked, as an arthritic finger slice my left eye.
Furious, I clamped my hand over her mouth and shoved her away. From the cathartic sound her body made toppling onto the concrete floor, she’d need a full body cast after this.
Before I could react, Carl tackled me in the chest, driving me backwards until my skull hit the rear wall. A pair of steel hands closed around my windpipe, tighter than a python, and as I fought for air, warm blood trickled down my neck. A vision of my corpse rotting away down there flashed before my eyes. If Mom kept my body hidden, Abbie would grow up believing her dad abandoned her.
But then, with a quick rattle of chains, Karima vaulted onto Carl’s back and bit his ear. Pressure around my throat eased. I pushed myself off the wall and dragged stale air into my lungs.
As Carl backstepped, Karima’s bonds snapped tight. She got yanked backwards as if attached to a bungee cord.
I grabbed the baseball bat and planted my feet and swung. It connected with a resonate thud. Carl spat blood and teeth across the sidewall. Suddenly on Bambi legs, he collapsed sideways and fell into the gloom. Then, a sputter went up.
My hand fumbled along the floor for the light.
Those pale figures hunched over the old man with the stained, red jaw, their chains wrapped tight around his throat, biting deep into the flesh.
Carl pawed at the air, eyes bulging from their sockets. When both arms fell limp and his head slumped over one shoulder, the figures released their chains and looked at my feet, beside which Mom lay on one side taking slow, watery inhales.
From behind, Karima placed a hand on my shoulder. I flinched. I looked from her to the figures and back again. “What the FUCK is going on?”
Gently, she said, “You might want to sit down for this.”
The pair stood, their chains rattling. Four pairs of eyes, brown eyes, studied me closely.
Karima said, “It’s okay. Your mother and Carl, they locked me down here because I found out about this place. The two of them, they’d secretly been together for years, but they kept it secret because Carl had a family. Then when your mom got pregnant, they knew they couldn’t let anybody find out, so they...well…there’d no easy way to say this, but George...”
The nurse took a slow, steady breath. “…meet your brother and sister.”

I met my best friend on snapchat 10 months ago. For the past month, she has taken a break from social media, but we have talked to each other almost every single days for the past 9 months before this. I made a list of many of the things she says/does that could be taken as a sign that she likes me, but I want to get perspectives on this other than my own. Maybe I am delusional idk.
-she calls me her soulmate & bestie
-she wants us to be roommates
-regularly tells me she loves me (I think she means it as a friend kind of way, but still)
-before taking her social media break, she said "don't you dare get into a relationship while I'm gone"
-told me I "won her heart"
-she said we are meant for each other
-she wants to go on vacations with me
-said we are like Shrek & Fiona (kinda random lol)
-she always talks about how excited she is to dance with me someday
-she wants to spend Christmas with me in the future
-she wanted to watch a movie with me over Zoom
-she sends me videos that could probably be interpreted as couples videos and says "U+me"
-she joked about marrying me multiple times in the past
-she called me her "djungelskog" (it's a plush bear thing, look it up)
-sends me lots of compliments (says I have beautiful eyes, perfect hair, a really handsome face, called me cute, etc.)
-said she sees Jesus in me
-sent me a nice letter on my birthday about how I am the sweetest boy she has ever met and how I am the greatest gift from god and other stuff
-I sent her a letter telling her how much she means to me, she made it her phone wallpaper and it has been like that for months
-seemed jealous when I mentioned I had another friend on snapchat I regularly talk to, she asked if they were a boy or girl and she didn't really want me to talk to them
-after breaking up with her last bf months ago, she said she would only date someone who is her best friend, yet she always tells me I am her best friend
-she always calls me a "high value man"
-sent me a "cutie award" pic
-sent me a pic that said, " I fell in love with his soul before I got to touch his skin"
-said she wants to hold me in her arms
-she asks me to send pictures of my eyes because she loves them (she loves blue eyes a lot apparently)
-she sends me workout videos and wants to have a "glow up" with me
-she sends me pics of her and asks me to rate her face
-got embarrassed when we video called because she said she could not stop smiling when talking to me
-she is excited to one day meet each other's families
-asks about my family a lot, refers to them as "our" family - asks how's "our" family is doing
-she tried to prank me before by telling me her friend wanted to talk to me and has a crush on me, she wanted to see my reaction
Well that is everything I can think of. Sorry this is so long. I basically just want to know if this could mean she likes me or if she is just super nice. I will be deleting this soon. Thanks for listening.

Thank you to all of you lovely people who sent me cards for my recovery! The surgery went well and it has been healing beautifully. I was in great hands, my surgeon was incredible and she did a fantastic job with a difficult case! I'm lucky that I have the very niche specialists I need right in my area. Now we just wait a few months for results, ugh.
All the cards really brightened my days and it definitely helped me feel better. I'm very sorry if I've missed anyone or anything in this Thank You. The pile of cards and stuff got moved around by nurses so I've lost track of who sent what extras / stickers which is a shame because there has been some really great stuff.
Without further ado...
u/wetsocksinyourbutt - monkeys are so adorable and funny looking, they brought a smile to my face and I sent a picture to my sister who is obsessed with monkeys
u/SaintMeris - thank you so much for the coloring pages, it's one of my favorite things to do when I'm not feeling well. also I loved the giraffes and the monet envelope!
u/feellikebeingajerk - the butterfly card is so wonderfully aesthetic, and thanks for all the bonus goodies!
u/ninajyang - your life motto is so true! we've made it this far! how much worse can it get XD
u/pickupthepieces - i love the elephant card, I love elephants. I don't know if loved ones are watching over me but personally I hope they are.
u/rennbrig - thank you for the card with the very cute plants on them, I agree I love the art style
u/starboard44 - I hope this summer I'll have a chance to chill out like Snoopy in the pool :)
u/bupycA - that official form looking card was hilarious, I've never seen anything like it. sometimes I wish I could put in a formal request to the divine to give me a break!
u/truthfulsnack - thank you for the postcard with that fancy room! can you imagine living somewhere so ornate?
u/_random_ness_ - 100 Humans looks super interesting and I've added it to my watch list!
u/stephkemps - I loved your card because it reminded me of myself and my loyal puppy who is always by my side as I heal. he's a little guy like the dog on the card
u/thecaledonianrose - I love it when I recieve cards with butterflies on them, they have a significant meaning to me, and I recieved two this month! the watercolour butterflies were beautiful
u/australis07 - thank you for the adorable card with that adorable little bear guy!
u/eccentric_bee - I adored the card you sent, it was so beautiful, and I loved the popup you did inside!
u/travel4me22 - Thank you for the lovely floral card, perfect for spring! I promise I've followed all doctor orders, I'm the model patient lol
u/peonynote - something about the mouse fairy made me giggle, I love the vibe and aesthetic. and don't worry, I've been keeping hydrated. you can't get much more hydrated than a litre of IV fluids every day :P
Thank you again to all you fantastic, incredible people! Your kindness has brought me many smiles.

Can you add stuff to the cellar? Like wallpaper, flooring, furniture, etc.? Or is it just for casks? Cause the house isn't big enough by itself for a cute house and I was gonna make the cellar and bedroom if I could

Monday, May 15 - Sunday, May 21

News

score	comments	title & link
8	6 comments	EA is hiring a Live Games Community Manager. Remote job, based out of Vancouver Canada. One of you step up.
2	0 comments	The Apex gods are watching over us
1	2 comments	Blue nessie
0	0 comments	Apex Festival is back this weekend
0	5 comments	PSA for Octanes

 

Discussion

score	comments	title & link
1,258	507 comments	To the people who said placement is the only thing that should matter in ranked, you asked for this. Everyone hiding outside the zone and not playing the game basically.
956	334 comments	Who’s the better movement legend? (Tactical abilities only)
932	138 comments	Ranked has its concerns but let's at least stop spamming the wrong data.
707	218 comments	Hot take, something really needs to be done about all these tap strafe macros
509	496 comments	Ranked ratting IS a problem.

 

Gameplay

score	comments	title & link
5,644	241 comments	With Fuse and the charge rifle you can kill players before they leave the drop ship
3,907	177 comments	When the ratspot is already occupied.
3,626	447 comments	Is this really how people are climbing to masters this season smh
3,406	74 comments	Today I learned...
3,192	208 comments	I probably got reported for this lucky spray

 

Creative

score	comments	title & link
1,527	56 comments	Best birthday cake ever, turning 17
1,491	60 comments	I love the revive buff for Mirage.
770	168 comments	I designed Vantage Skins. Can we get this girl some cute skins in the game please?
468	12 comments	Newcastle W
391	28 comments	[OC] Bangalore Prestige 4K Wallpaper

 

Useful

score	comments	title & link
246	34 comments	You can steal enemies teams crafted banners to prevent them from grabbing it, and wasting their resource. Could be by design, or maybe a glitch.
72	11 comments	Easy way to get teammate banner with rev ult and evac tower. btw, 1 hp evac tower and 10 HP health
21	13 comments	Battle pass level calendar for 17th season "Arsenal". I am not the master or creatin' pictures but here you are
20	17 comments	Don't be fooled by incomplete or misleading data
17	2 comments	When guns level up in Control, it automatically reloads them. Feels dirty mid-fight.

 

Humor

score	comments	title & link
6,766	177 comments	How to destroy crypto drone - EASY
5,354	100 comments	When The Rat Fights Back 🐀
4,535	196 comments	no wonder he was all alone
4,290	88 comments	ofc Loba stole the show like the thief she is
1,646	121 comments	Harvesting the Legend tree

 

Other Posts

score	comments	title & link
3,158	114 comments	[Gameplay] With all the people leaving their team mates and ratting recently, Here is a clip from season 1.
2,957	145 comments	[Feedback] Please let me ping with the cursor whatever respawn beacon I want, not only the closest one
2,902	225 comments	[Gameplay] This dude landed here from the drop ship… taking ratting to a whole new level
2,690	264 comments	[Gameplay] Ballistic’s ult is insane
2,338	472 comments	[Feedback] Silver 2 and nonstop playing against preds and masters. I love it here......
1,818	71 comments	[Bug] Visual bug when Wraith finisher gets interupted.
1,588	63 comments	[Bug] Revved up R99
1,535	122 comments	[Bug] This angers me
1,373	56 comments	[Humor] The pt saved my life because it closed to early
1,350	49 comments	[Gameplay] Got tired of being stomped during the S16 playtest, so I decided to have some fun with the Wraith buff!

 

Top Comments

score	comment
2,421	FineBroccoli5 said Crypto was down bad lmao
1,712	NeoXepher said Yeah right now, ballistic has that melee glitch. It’s an old glitch that’s back Edit: that player knew what they were doing, luring unsuspecting victims..
1,666	johnreece209 said I would be furious
1,438	Danielarcher30 said Id be willing to bet the peak in rookie 4 is people basically doing their placement games and getting fucked by the system, so just stopping playing ranked. I literally won 2 placement matches and cam...
1,349	_ScotchOnRocks_ said Well, now I know where to look.

 

Awarded Comments

awards	score	comment
1 Gold	6	budtheman_ said Old Gen X1 here. You’re not alone. I’m experiencing the exact same thing all the time. Just yesterday in 3 games, i got stuck on the crafter (replicator) 3 times. Not to mention the wild game...
1 Silver	20	DaddyThano said That punch and falling animation was so satisfying
1 Take My Energy	64	superslime988 said #S P E E N

 

Ok, after a few days of just enjoying all the characters, I had one that keeps sticking out above the rest, and it's Pachacco! I did not expect that, but the fact he's chubby but also athletic really appeals to me... a chubby but athletic person, lol! I also love how he topples over sometimes, indicating that while he's athletic, he's also a bit clumsy, which is adorable and relatable. Also Ice-cream! I like the color schemes, too as he's often shown in blue and greens even though... I think his original shirt is red? At first I kinda dismissed him as a Snoopy knock-off but I feel bad for that now considering how dynamic he seems to be!
I've been trolling for merch and sad since there needs to be more variety. I'm very anxious about chemicals in cloth so I want a large Pachacco plush but I haven't been able to find an official one yet that's on the bigger side. I also really really want some figures or something that show him with bandaids or bandages! I think that rough and tumble side is so cute.
Any other fans of him here? Do you have merch? Can you show it off? :D What's your favorite thing about him and why did you start to like him?