OCD's support is expanding!

Hello everyone! This is the 2151st compilation post of OCD's latest curation efforts. It has been known that OCD has been supporting leading niche communities under its Community Incubation Program. However, there are still a lot of other niche communities not supported by OCD. This curation initiative will help in supporting those communities.

This newest curation effort aims to encourage authors to post in appropriate communities even if those communities are not under the incubation program. This will also encourage users to explore more into the different communities in Hive.

OCD curators and community leaders will find posts from other niche communities and recommend them for an upvote. Unlike those communities in the incubation program where curation is focused, this curation initiative is spread out. This will help find undervalued posts from smaller communities that deserve support.

This will highlight both the author and the community where the post is located. This way, smaller niche communities can focus on growing their subscribers and increasing the engagements within their respective communities. A small boost goes a long way.

Speaking of boost, here are the curated posts for this batch:

I also miss that feeling when I go outside in the morning and everything seems familiar. My hometown had sounds that I accepted as completely ordinary at the time: the footsteps of people rushing to work, dogs barking in the yard, the passing of a bus that I knew from the schedule without looking at the clock.Only now do I see that it was a kind of security that I can't get back. I knew where every path was, every street corner, every house.I often remember playing with other children. We didn't have much, but we were persistent in making something out of little.Today, everyone follows their own path, our surroundings lead us in different directions. When we occasionally see each other, that feeling that we were all connected by something invisible – that is missing. We used to rely on each other without thinking. Today it is different, because we have grown up and our lives have become more complicated.

Good heavens, I'm someone who's constantly amazed by the number of interesting photos I can leave behind, practically forgotten in my files, unprocessed... This set of photos that I'll be sharing with you today here on #Hive is a true example of how likely this is to happen and how my regular file reviews can prevent it...

And here we are, more than a month later 😬 The fact that I can't keep up in such a simple thing like keeping this diary it's proof that my self-discipline is totally fucked up. I'm not managing to stick to a schedule, I mean accomplishing daily chores and moving on. I just do a bunch of random things and always like half of what I could really do.

First of all Hive beer fans an apology for not being about for a few weeks but I’m back now.

The Other day I took @scubahead back up country and as usual we stopped off at the Gloucester motorway services on the M5

Darkness surrounds me, where has love gone? I feel like I'm on the edge of the void. Nothing, I am nothing, I see nothing, only the fog that clouds my mind. I don't know what to do, whether to write or run; suffocation prevents me from thinking. I am at a crossroads. Crying is pointless when everything is lost. How can I escape this reality that overwhelms me today? I feel his hands around my neck, slowly suffocating me, taking away what little life I have left. The details that made me fall in love and feel loved. They slowly faded away. Routine arrived and swept them into oblivion, in one fell swoop. There are no traces left of the attentions and the story of that love that is gone. All that remains are the lies, the unnecessary explanations, the distance, and the feeling of emptiness in the soul, which cannot be seen but is there like an invisible wall that broke the connection between two beings who loved each other, and today there is nothing left.

Hello everyone, I hope you're doing great, dear Movies and TV Shows community. This time I want to share a new review with you, with my opinions... today I'll talk about: The Father... You know when a movie comes with a lot of buzz, obviously I was looking forward to it —Anthony Hopkins, Olivia Colman, how could I not?—, but I was preparing myself for the typical "eat your vegetables" movie... you know what I'm talking about: that super serious and important movie, about a super serious and important subject, that one respects more than one truly enjoys, well, let me tell you something: this movie is not that even close, it's something else... it's crazy, a masterpiece... first things first: we have to talk about Anthony Hopkins, yes, I know what you're going to say: "obviously, it's Anthony Hopkins, he's always incredible." But no, people, this... this is on another level... lately I'd seen him in roles where I felt that he, you know, like the legend that he is, just showed up, put on a face, collected a big check, and lent his air of seriousness to the whole thing... it's perfect!

2025 has been quietly life changing for me. Not because of some external milestone, but because I finally found my way back to the things I loved when I was a child. Drawing. Writing. That small, private universe of creativity where nobody tells you what you can or cannot be.

Sometimes we have limited time to prepare our meals due to circumstances like what happened today. My husband and my daughter went for errands, and I was left alone at home with the two fur babies, doing some chores, and taking care of them separately.

AND to top it all off… I have somehow found myself helping organise the ballet studio fundraiser to Wicked at 9am in the morning, BEFORE the singing showcase that I’m also running the canteen for. PLUS I’m taking along another student or two because… well… one mum has a migraine and the other is working, so here we are.

Talking about Spanish-language music and classic ballads isn't just about mentioning the performers; it's also about paying tribute to the composers whose genius gave life to immortal melodies. Among these creative figures, the Spaniard Juan Carlos Calderón stands out as one of the most celebrated and respected. This virtuoso composer crafted numerous songs that became the soundtrack of generations, defining the sound of the Spanish-language ballad worldwide from the 1970s to the early 21st century.

This concludes this batch's curation report. We would like to congratulate those who are featured and supported. Keep up the good work and continue to explore Hive Communities.