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Automod seems to be muting people over a lot of harmless messages lately, and it’s hard to tell what’s safe to say.
A few things I’ve noticed:
Messages get actioned with no explanation of what triggered it
Context like images and the conversation around a message doesn’t seem to be considered
There’s no list of what it looks for, so everyone’s guessing

Some things that would help:

Show which rule was triggered when automod acts
Check the surrounding chat before applying a mute
Share a short list of what it flags
Or actually fix the damn thing

I'm still pretty new to romance animes. I've only watched a few, like Bunny Girl Senpai, so I'm looking for some genuinely good romance anime to get into. Any recommendations?

Is this good or bad i wanted to watch it but a friend its not a gud romance anime

Is this good or bad i wanted to watch it but a friend said not to

Suggest me an anime thats good like an action or crime thriller

I think it's jjk

The one feeling you get after watching that one anime. I just completed Terror in ressonance and I got this empty feeling in my chest that I can't express and is there someone you get the same feeling. And I like these kind of anime like the one which was animated before 2018 it just give me feeling that I can't say

Lot of folks in the chat want me talkin' like a Brit for some reason, innit.
I ain't got a Scooby doo why?

Gurd sama bro why u spam same word now ur not here and I am missing u😭, the one piece is real or not what y'all think

This one was around this time last year! enjoy folks!
Looking back, that night feels less like a memory and more like we stole a piece of magic—just this wild fragment of a time we didn’t even realize we were outgrowing. It was only last year, but those midnight hours we spent messing around in that concrete ruin already carry the heavy, golden weight of pure nostalgia.
The air inside that abandoned hospital was thick and freezing, smelling like damp earth, rusted iron, and decades of old decay. Honestly, it was creepy as hell. It’s the kind of quiet that presses against your ears, where every step you take feels like a gamble against the dark. Our flashlights cut these shaky beams through curtains of floating dust, lighting up the creepy leftovers of a place completely frozen in time. Strips of faded wallpaper hung off the walls like peeling skin, curling down toward the floorboards. Everywhere we looked, things were just left behind—rusted gurneys pushed into corners, cracked glass medicine vials littering the floor, and old, heavy patient clipboards still sitting on a decaying nurse's station. Yet, surrounded by all that eerie clutter, we felt completely invincible, fueled by nothing but cheap adrenaline and the high of being young. We crowded into a graffiti-scarred ward, whispering dramatic dares to summon whatever ghosts were still lingering in the empty rooms. Then, out of nowhere, a sudden, sharp, metallic bang echoed from the dark hallway behind us. In an instant, the playful mood completely shattered. Our blood turned to pure fire. This massive surge of adrenaline hit us all at once, and we just turned and bolted in a chaotic mess of limbs and blinding light beams. We tore through those narrow, twisting hospital hallways, flying past empty patient rooms and rusted operating theaters, our hearts hammering violently against our ribs as we ran from whatever made that sound. We were terrified but honestly loving it, laughing wildly through the sheer panic of the chase, our voices bouncing off the tiled walls. Then, the floor vanished.
With a deafening splinter of rotten wood, the ground gave way, and I went plunging straight through the floorboards. It was a terrifying, breathless second of weightlessness before I crashed and tumbled down a full story, hitting the floor below in a massive cloud of ancient drywall dust and debris. For a second, the world went dead silent. My friends were screaming my name from the jagged hole above, their flashlights frantically cutting through the darkness, terrified of what they were about to see. But my adrenaline was way too high to feel any pain, and the absolute absurdity of the moment completely overtook the fear. Right there, lying in the dirt and shattered glass, I started laughing like a total maniac. It was this loud, echoing, unhinged cackle that cut right through their panic and let them know I was alive. Still laughing, I scrambled to my feet, shook off the debris, and yelled up that I was okay. With my heart practically in my throat, I found the nearest exit route and kept sprinting, my friends racing to catch up from the stairs. We burst out into the wide open, breaking through the exit door and hitting the cool, clean night air like a physical wave. We tumbled onto the grass, panting heavily, and just stopped to look at each other under the moonlight. The sight of us was completely ridiculous. We were covered in soot, cobwebs, and white drywall dust; my hair was a wild mess from the fall, and our wide eyes still held the residual shock of the chase. For a split second, there was total silence as the reality of what just happened washed over us. Then, the dam broke. We started laughing so hard that our stomachs ached, collapsing onto the ground and gasping for air because we literally couldn't catch our breath. Every time one of us managed to stop, someone else would point at the dust on my face or mimic the sound of the floor cracking, and we would dissolve all over again into helpless, roaring giggles.