Harley quinn hair color sides

Does anyone know who this actor is or the movie this is from? Thank you!

2023.06.04 19:34 SDreddy2019 Does anyone know who this actor is or the movie this is from? Thank you!

Does anyone know who this actor is or the movie this is from? Thank you!
This photo is repeating the "younger" him in the movie as he was training and gaining strength. The rest of the movie he has a full beard and long hair. When he was a child, his father was killed in a car accident and the man that did it I think ended up dating his mom but lots of fighting dance music scenes and he can beat up people on his own and has a motorcycle and a crush on a girl with glasses. He would wear shirts that were altered to have one long sleeve and one side with short or no sleeve. Not the best description but all I have haha. Watched this on a bus, I want to watch the whole thing and with subtitles now! Thank you!!!
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2023.06.04 19:33 YaBoiOheb Just realized the Scyther evolution line could have ties to Star Wars, more specifically Anakin Skywalker/Darth Vader

Before you call me crazy, hear me out:
The Prequel Trilogy was released from 1999-2005, the same span of years as Gold and Silver’s generation. In the prequel trilogy, we learn about Anakin, a Jedi who was deemed “The Chosen One”, Jedis are usually affiliated with the color Green (and Blue), What color is Scyther? Green!
Thought the duration of the Prequels, Anakin is good, fighting for the Old Republic and being one of the strongest Jedi, however, after being denied the rank of master (along with some other events such as the passing of his mother), a dark side of Anakin was formed inside of him, thus starting his transition to the Dark Side of the Force. Now, what does this have to do with Scyther? Well, its shiny form has red (pinker) accents on his neck and legs, and Red is the color most associated with the Sith (Think Darth Vader), thus signifying the Sith is taking over Anakin until he becomes one with them.
Now, in the last film of the Prequels: Revenge of the Sith, Anakin has betrayed the Jedi for the Sith, and this becomes apparent during Order 66 when he kills younglings with his lightsaber. This action and his overall discord with Obi-Wan Kenobi due to his newfound hatred for the Jedi cause them to duel on the fiery Planet Mustafar, with Obi-Wan leaving Anakin to die after slicing his libs off at the end of a lava pool, causing him to almost burn to death with no way to escape. However, Anakin is saved by Darth Sidious and is rebuilt into the Sith Cyborg Darth Vader. Now, what does this have to do with Scyther? When traded holding a metal coat, Scyther evolves into Scizor, a cyborg-like bug who is colored red, the same color as the Sith.
When evolving, Scyther goes from fast (Base 105 speed) to slow (Scizor has 65 speed). Similarly, Anakin was a fast, agile Jedi, but once he was imprisoned in the Darth Vader suit, he was a much slower cyborg. Anakin also admitted to not liking sand, and Scyther is 4x weak to rock, which can be connected as sand is a granulated rock (However Scyther is immune to ground, which all sand-based moves are typed). Scizor is 4x weak to fire, which was the primary cause of Anakin going into the Darth Vader suit after his fight with Obi-Wan. Scyther and Scizor also share the same Base Start Total, similarly to how Anakin spent 23 years as a Jedi and 23 years as Darth Vader according to the lore. As a final tidbit of connection, Darth Vader turned good right before he died in Return of the Jedi. This can be connected to Scizor’s shiny color, which is green, the color of the Jedi.
Now how did I come to this conclusion? I am a huge fan of both franchises, and the scythes Scyther posses reminded me of lightsabers as a child. Now a college-bound student, I have connected the dots and ready to share this with the community. If there is anything I missed, please comment below.
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2023.06.04 19:33 Krasa776 Not sure what to do with my hair

Not sure what to do with my hair
I’ve been growing my hair for a while now and I like the longer hair with the long sides/back and not fade but I have no idea how to style it or how to cut it next time
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2023.06.04 19:31 xtremexavier15 TSROTI 4 (pt 1)

Toxic Rats: Geoff, Scott, Leshawna, Sammy, Trent
Mutant Maggots: Anne Maria, Katie, Molly, Scarlett, Dave, DJ
Episode 04: Finders Creepers
"Last time, on Total Drama Revenge of the Island!" Chris opened over a stock shot of the camp, the recap montage starting off with a clip of the contestants racing off towards the side of Mt. Looming Tragedy. "Twelve bumbling buffoons battled it out in a brutal buffet of bombastica," Chef was shown gleefully dropping ice blocks on the climbing campers, catching Geoff and Scott but narrowly missing Molly and almost catching Anne Maria.
"Why all the 'B' words?" B was shown demonstrating his couch invention created from junk, "Because, B proved he was a brave and brilliant improviser who scored big time for his team!" B used an ice pick to poke holes onto a shard of ice and placed it on top of the castle, directing the sun beam towards the Maggots' base and melting it effectively. "Until his bitter teammate Scott allowed brainy Molly to botch it on purpose and B got the boot," Molly threw a snowball onto the shard, melting the castle and B was shown being flung into the night.
"And now," Chris said, popping up in front of a shot of the full moon in a cloudy sky with a lit candle in his hand, marking the end of the recap montage, "tonight's challenge is about fear." He made a devilish look. "And everyone knows fear is a dish best served, in the dark!" he said in an exaggeratedly spooky manner, an eerie sound playing as he laughed evilly. "Huh?" he stopped suddenly, the camera pulling back to reveal Chef standing next to him...dressed like a showgirl with lots of peacock feathers. "Chef!" the host said in annoyance.
"Wardrobe was all out of vampire costumes," Chef explained as the series's capstone then began to play.
"It's all scary!" Chris said, walking off to the left. "Other than that," he scowled and gestured back toward his off-screen assistant. "Right here! Right now!" he resumed his usual demeanor. "On Total! Drama! Revenge, of the Island!" He adopted his spooky tone as he finished the title, and ended with another evil laugh.
Frogs and crickets chirped and croaked, joined by an owl's hoots as the episode opened on a shot of the full moon. The camera panned down to the cabins as the sound of snoring was added to the nighttime mix, and the scene cut inside to the girls' side of the Maggots' cabin where Anne Maria and Katie were sleeping peacefully in the bunk they shared. Dave and DJ were also shown sound asleep on the boys' side, and the scene cut to the Rat boys to show Geoff also sound asleep.
The camera cut next to show Sammy waking up with a yawn. She stretched her arms out for a few good seconds and fell right back to sleep...until the sudden shrill wail of a blow horn pierced the air.
"RUN! RUN FOR YOUR LIVES!" Chris hollered from off-screen as the scene cut back outside, the blowhorn continuing even over the panicked shouts of the campers.
The camera briefly cut to a close-up of the blowhorn still blowing, then over to the Maggots' cabin as they ran outside fully dressed – first Katie screaming "What's happening?!"; then DJ just screaming; then Scarlett yelling out "This is unethical!"; then Anne Maria just hollering; and then finally Dave coming out, calling out "I'm wide awake!"
The Rats were shown next, Scott grunting "Me first!" as he shoved Geoff down the stairs and slid down the railing; Leshawna quickly running after him; Sammy screaming at the top of her lungs; and Trent coming out last at around the same time while screaming.
They assembled nervously in the common area between cabins, where Chris – wearing a pair of heavy earmuffs – finally eased up on the blowhorn. "Glad you all could make it," he grinned as he took off his headgear.
Molly soon arrived later. "Is there an attack or what?" she asked her teammates.
Katie shot her a quick glare. "Of course not, but why would you care about anything but yourself?"
Confessional: Molly
"Olay, yes," Molly moaned. "I left my teammates behind, but that was because I wanted to win the challenge first. I was always taught to focus on one thing before moving on to the next, and that's what I did." She grew concerned. "I don't see any problems with that."
Confessional Ends
"I hope you're all ready," Chris continued, "'cause it's challenge time!" He stepped to the side as Chef rolled up a large widescreen television on a wheeled cart. It was currently displaying an aerial map of the island with several additional colored icons – six bright green skulls scattered around the island; three yellowish envelopes over the campfire pit, the western edge of the campgrounds, and deeper into the forest; and a large purple spider in the middle of it all.
"We're gonna do a challenge?" Anne Maria wondered. "In the middle of the woods? At night?"
Confessional: Anne Maria
"Doesn't Chris know that we need our hours of sleep?" Anne Maria criticized. "I haven't even done my hair."
Confessional Ends
"Your challenge," Chris continued as though there'd been no interruption, "a scavenger hunt for three creepy souvenirs. Your locations? A haunted forest," he walked across to the other side of the television, "a scaaary pet cemetery, and an extra spooktastic cave. First team to each location gets a special clue," he said, the camera zooming in as he pointed towards the westernmost letter icon on the screen. "But watch out for booby traps," he added jovially as he moved his finger to one of the skulls, "I really went to town with them, heheh." The campers were shown watching warily.
"So move fast," the host added, "and stick together. You'll be penalized for each player you lose!"
"Umm, what's with the giant spider?" Sammy asked.
"Oh yeah," Chris answered as the shot zoomed in on the icon in question, "there's some kinda gigantic mutated spider sorta running around loose on the island."
The cast immediately started to voice their fears and protests.
"A huge, humongous spider is on the loose?!" DJ hugged Katie out of fear.
"I guess so," Katie said frightfully, but was secretly enjoying DJ hugging her.
The shot zoomed in on Dave in particular as he looked around, moaning "Oh no..." in annoyance.
Confessional: Dave
"Ever since I was a kid, I've never been a huge fan of spiders," Dave admitted. "They leave messy webs everywhere they go, and it takes me a long time to clean them up in places like my uncle's attic or my aunt's basement." A spider soon crawled down on a string. "This is gonna be unpopular, but I'm not a huge fan of Spider-Man because of my dislike of spiders." The spider hissed after hearing the criticism, making Dave flinch.
Confessional: Leshawna
"I may seem fearless on the outside, but spiders are one of the few things I'm terrified of," Leshawna said nervously. "Anything with eight legs is frightening enough."
Confessional Ends
"And since I want to keep things fair for both teams," Chris continued, "I decided to bring back an eliminated contestant for the Rats."
"It's so good to be back here!" the familiar voice of Sierra was heard, becoming more recognizable when she ran next to Chris.
"Sierra! I haven't introduced you yet!" Chris snapped at her.
"If I waited any longer, the episode would've been past the usual 22-minute runtime," Sierra explained. "I'll just go join the Toxic Rats and save you the trouble of doing so since I've rejoined."
Chris watched the fangirl run up to the contestants in annoyance. "Long story short, Sierra is the returnee." Chris regained his smile, and the dramatic and almost heroic tune started playing again. "There's nothing to fear but mortal terror itself! Talk soon," he added impishly, sounding his blowhorn once again.
The twelve campers ran off towards the woods.
The footage flashed ahead to another shot of the full moon over the forested hills of Wawanakwa, an owl hooting as the scene cut down to ground level. The logo of the Toxic Rats appeared in the corner of the screen just before the team itself did, running up and stopping in front of a tree with a loudspeaker set up in its branches.
"We're in first place! Sweet!" Geoff cheered just before the loudspeaker whined into activity.
"Welcome to the Haunted Forest!" Chris announced over it, the shot panning downward to show the six Rats gathering around a small crack in the ground. "Your clue can be found at the base of this tree!" Sierra reached into the hole...and screamed in pain as something metallic snapped inside the hole.
"Inside a bear trap," Chris finished his announcement with a laugh.
Sierra withdrew her hand from the hole, the trap clamped down firmly on her arm – though she was at least clutching a note in her hand. "Here! Read the clue," she said, passing it to a mildly shocked Sammy. Just as she was about to read it, the sound of approaching footsteps distracted her and her teammates.
"Bad news guys," Anne Maria commented from the six Maggots. "They have the clue."
"Even with a team advantage they still managed to beat us," Katie reminded them.
"We can let the opposing team have their clue," Scarlett said, looking back towards her teammates. "I have another plan," she said, running ahead with her teammates in tow.
The shot cut to the Maggots as they stopped at a clearing further along the trail. "So what's the plan?" Katie asked the girl in front.
"Find a place to hide so we can follow the Rats and their clue to our first souvenir," Scarlett answered. "Into that bush!"
The Maggots dived and painfully tried to hide in a thorn bush.
"Be quiet," Dave hissed, "They're coming."
"Inside a knot is a nest," Sammy read as the scene cut to the Rats. "Your souvenir lives with a pest. Find Polaris to travel northwest? Polaris is the North Star."
"The North Star is right there, so this way's northwest! There's a path!" Trent declared. He ran off, the rest of his teammates following suit.
"Now we follow!" Scarlett declared as the rest of her teammates came out of the bush.
The Rats' logo reappeared as the footage skipped ahead again to them running along through the woods.
"Inside a knot is a nest," Geoff muttered to himself as the shot zoomed in on him. "Hey Sammy, what was the rest of that poem again?" he called back without taking his eyes off the path ahead.
When he didn't get an answer he immediately skidded to a stop. "Sammy?!" he yelled in rising panic, and looked back to see nobody behind him.
The shot cut back to show that the rest of the Rats had stopped in their tracks. "What? Did we lose the mouse?" Scott asked.
Geoff gulped. "We get a penalty for each player we lose, right?" he asked nervously.
"And there's a spider crawling around, right?!" Leshawna said in panic. The shot cut outward as he did so, showing a large purple spider crawling down through the shadows of the forest trees.
"We're looking for a knot with a nest, right?" Scott looked off to the right; the camera quick-panned over to a large tree with a noticeable hollow knot in the trunk with the hints of a nest inside; a few green and red marks had been spray-painted on the bark under it.
"There it is!" Leshawna said, immediately rushing towards it.
"But what about Sammy?" Trent asked his team.
"We'll look for her after we get the souvenir," Sierra assured him.
Leshawna started climbing up the trunk as the rest of her team ran up to join her, and soon began to root through the tree hollow with one arm.
Suddenly, a large eye opened up inside the hollow and stared directly at Leshawna. She screamed, and several squid-like tentacles reached out of the tree's other hollows. One quickly grabbed her around the neck and held her up, while another gave her a few wet slaps then poked her in the eye.
"My eye!" Leshawna yelped in pain and terror. In response the tentacle tightened its grip, and Leshawna began to choke.
"What do we do!?" Sierra yelled in panic.
Geoff looked around, then bent down and picked up a handful of small rocks. "We can throw these stones at the octo guy!"
"Good idea!" Scott said as he and his team picked up rocks of their own and began throwing them at the creature, but they seemed to be hitting Leshawna more than the mutant squid-tree monster. Eventually, the thing just raised its captive up even higher, then slammed her down onto the ground and hissed at the others.
"RUN!" Geoff shouted, turning to flee as a tentacle shot towards them, forcing them to scatter.
Unfortunately, Trent was unable to get away in time and was lifted up by the leg. Trent cried in pain as the mutant began to punch him in the stomach with a curled-up tentacle.
The sounds of pain and wet punches caused Leshawna to get frustrated. "No way am I gonna get pushed around or let a squid attack my teammates!" she declared, getting back on her feet and climbing up the tree-squid's trunk while it was distracted. "Quit buggin' us!" she cried as she punched the mutant in the eye.
The beast bellowed in pain, dropping Trent and retracting into its tree. As soon as he got back up, a strand of spider's webbing shot down from above, sticking on to his head and pulling him away from the floor.
Leshawna reached into the knot once again, quickly and triumphantly pulling out a brass key. "And that's how I roll!" she called down to her teammates.
She dropped down to the forest floor, and landed in front of Geoff, who grinned when he saw it. "We got the key, Trent." Geoff received no response as Scott rejoined.
"Trent?!" Leshawna yelled out in concern. "Where are you?!"
As she panicked, the shot changed to a perspective further away, and the footage switched to an infrared shot of the four Rats.
"Guess he's gone," Sierra sighed sadly. "On the plus side, we found the key."
"We lost two players!" Leshawna said. "Shouldn't we go and look for them?"
"Knowing Chris, he probably has them trapped someplace else, so I'm not too worried right now," Scott brushed it off.
"You've got a point there," Geoff agreed.
Just then, the six Maggots arrived on the scene.
Scott was the first to notice them. "No luck here," he quickly said with faux disappointment, "Do you want to see if Sammy and Trent saw anything better over there?" he looked back and asked Sierra, Leshawna, and Geoff.
"Absolutely. It's not just the three of us," Sierra caught on before they turned and ran off.
"I see something!" Katie pointed off to the camera's right – the direction of the squid-tree. "Team colors!" The camera briefly cut over to the knot in question, with a focus on the marks below it in the two teams' colors.
"Excellent eye, Katie," Scarlett complimented while DJ ran to the tree.
"I'm not just a phone addict, y'know," Katie laughed a bit.
"I got the key, everyone," the camera cut to DJ who was in the tree's hollow and holding out a key. He threw the key in front of Dave and Molly.
"Way to go, DJ!" Molly said.
"Now you want to support us," Dave snarked at her. "Where was that when I was frozen?"
"Are you still mad about that?" Molly groaned.
"Of course we are," Katie snorted.
"You don't just leave your teammates behind," Dave lectured.
"Whatever happened happened," Anne Maria got in between them. "Let's focus more on the challenge and less on squabbling right now."
Confessional: Anne Maria
"I'm here to start no fights," Anne Maria confessed. "What Molly did was messed up, but they can scold her after the challenge."
Confessional: Molly
"Thank you, Anne Maria," Molly let out a sigh of relief. "Finally, someone who won't ride on me for my choices!"
Confessionals End
"You're right, Anne Maria," Dave sighed. "We shouldn't waste anymore time fighting."
As Dave bent down to pick up the key, however, a line of spider silk shot down from the treetops, wrapped around Molly, and pulled her up out of sight.
DJ regrouped with his team. "They said they saw something far away, so maybe-" he paused and looked behind his teammates. "Wait, where's Molly?"
The other four looked behind them and gasped. "Oh no, Molly's got taken by the spider!" Dave cried out.
"What do we do now?" Anne Maria griped.
Scarlett sighed. "Not to sound apathetic, but I think we're gonna have to continue on without her."
"Are you sure about that?" Katie questioned.
"I'm sure we can catch up to wherever she's being taken to," Scarlett waved off her concern.
"Well, I hope so," Katie said as she and the team exchanged nervous looks.
Confessional: Dave
"I don't see Molly in the best light right now, but that doesn't mean that I want her to be taken away," Dave began to shudder. "Especially by a spider."
Confessional Ends
"Why are we running so slow when we're in a challenge?" Geoff said as the scene moved back to him, Sierra, Scott, and Leshawna running through the forest. "We won't beat the other team at this rate."
"Relax, I know what I'm doing," Scott conversed with him.
Confessional: Scott
Scott was whittling another piece of wood with his shark tooth. "I'm heading us back into last place where we belong. Another elimination ceremony for the Rats and it's bye-bye Geoff! Or Sierra. I can't decide."
Confessional Ends
"C'mon, let's rock this! With years of exercise and partying, I've got energy to burn!" Geoff said, snatching the key from Leshawna and jogging ahead. The three followed him, but the camera kept its focus on Geoff as he passed a tree stump, then a rock; then stepped on a mysterious clump of dirt… which exploded and sent him flying.
Leshawna, Sierra, and Scott stopped immediately, the shot showing Sierra and Leshawna being shocked and Scott showing delight as Geoff got launched from one land mine to the next off-screen.
During this, however, a line of spider webbing was shot onto Sierra's leg. It quickly wrapped around it and tugged Sierra away from her team.
The camera finally cut back to Geoff, singed and groaning on the ground in an awkward but still holding the Rats' key. The Maggots approached him moments later. "Sorry that had to happen, doll!" Anne Maria comforted as she ran past Geoff.
Scott and Leshawna came to Geoff's need. "You gonna be alright?" Leshawna helped him up.
"I'll walk it off," Geoff tried to remain cool headed.
"Thanks, focus boy," Scott said.
"I don't want to strain my calves," Geoff added.
"We should leave in a few minutes just to make sure we catch up to the other team," Leshawna said. "Sierra just got captured, and I don't want us sticking around here."
The scene cut to the lantern-lit cemetery. The camera panned left across its headstones and crosses, several of which were pet-themed, to the entrance as the five remaining Mutant Maggots arrived, huffing and puffing from their run.
"Welcome to the Wawanakwa Pet Cemetery!" Chris greeted them over the loudspeaker.
"We're first. Nice!" Dave said.
"What's the clue?" Anne Maria asked Scarlett.
The camera cut in close as she opened the lid to a small coffin in an open grave, revealing a ragged piece of paper within bearing a list of numbers: 5 in the first row; 5 in the second; 5 in the third. Notably, while most of the numbers were plain black there were three 6s and the 18 were all an eye-catching red. "Three 6's is normally not a good indication of luck," Scarlett said with a nervous look.
"Let's fan out and look for numbers!" DJ said as the perspective cut back to its usual sideview.
"By ourselves?" Anne Maria asked.
"I'm in a creepy cemetery in the middle of the woods looking for three 6s. It's no big deal," Anne Maria said warily as she backed through the graveyard. "Good news is, there aren't any owls hooting around. I think I'm safe," she told herself, pausing to smile. "Now, let's see if I can find any numbers..."
She turned around and started examining the nearest headstone, and the shot cut to a view from afar, the footage switching back to infrared. The monster serving as the camera's viewpoint blinked, and when it opened its eyes it had gotten much closer to the jersey girl, and had extended four sharp limbs with tiny claws on the end towards her...
Anne Maria's scream echoed through the cemetery, quickly catching the attention of Katie, DJ, Scarlett, and Dave as they looked up in shock. "Anne Maria?" Dave asked out in concern, the footage quickly skipping ahead to show all four arriving at the location the tanned young lady had been snatched from.
"I could've sworn she was just here," Dave said in confusion.
They all gasped. "Where'd she go?" Katie asked in mild terror.
"I'm just as concerned as you all are," Scarlett started, "but like what happened with Molly, we should move along and hope to catch up with them."
"I know you're trying to be reasonable," DJ said, "but you're rubbing me off the wrong way."
"Yeah, it's like you don't care about what could happen to our teammates," Dave told her.
"I'm just used to not expressing my emotions on occasion," Scarlett told her team members. "Thank you very much."
The scene flashed to the Rats, where Scott and Leshawna were next to grimy coffins propped upright against a couple statues.
"Find the souvenir, hide the souvenir, lose the game…" Scott went in to unlock the coffin, but was interrupted by Fang bursting out of the coffin with a menacing grin.
"AAAAHHHHH!" The devious ran away screaming when Fang moved to chase after him.
Geoff was looking at a grave that was open. "This grave smells like french fries. Weird, but I'm not complaining." He got shoved in thanks to Scott running away from Fang.
The camera followed Scott as he ran past two open graves, one of which with a mound of dirt in front of it.
The mutant shark followed his quarry, but when Scott leapt over the mound of dirt, Fang tripped over it. The shark fell into the open grave and growled.
"Why does this graveyard smell like fries?" Katie wondered aloud, following a scent as she walked through the cemetery. She soon came to the pit Geoff was in. "Maybe it's coming from there."
"Hello? Anybody? I need someone to help me down here!" Geoff called out.
Katie backed away a bit. "Did that hole just talk?"
"It's me. Geoff!" Geoff tried to denounce her belief.
"Oh right," Katie sighed in relief. "You're the guy with the cowboy hat."
"That's right," Geoff confirmed her statement. "I fell down this hole, and I'm covered in grease right now."
"So that explains the smell," Katie realized.
"Can you get me out of here?" Geoff begged her. "Grease doesn't mesh well with my shirt."
"I would, but I have to help my team right now," Katie declined. "One of your teammates could get you out. Bye," she left the scene.
"This sucks," Geoff whined, unaware of four maggots coming by the grave. As soon as they saw the grease and Geoff, they jumped in and attacked him, making him howl in agony.
The scene cut to Chris, who was watching feeds of both teams on a trio of monitors and laughing hysterically. "Will anyone make it to the spooky cave?" he turned and asked the camera, holding a covered cup with a straw in it. "And if so, how can they possibly make it all the way to the finish line? Less brain, more pain, when we return!" he said, finishing with a sip of his drink.
(Commercial Break)
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2023.06.04 19:29 SnoopLyger 31 [m4f] Galleria - looking for a baddie to celebrate 4:20 with on the reg

Howdy! It's a small fantasy of mine to have a regular friend who comes thru and gets smoked out and we go on fun adventures together. Be it outside, at an event, or somehow we'd find ourselves glued to a TV series I just want someone to share in the happiness that's generated as I'm alone more often than not. Bonus points if you game or love comedy or are hwp and just want to explore more of what life has to offer
I'm 5'10, fit, mixed race, and relatively attractive. I dress well, keep my place tidy, and consider myself high (lol) functioning as far as being a stoner goes. I've got naturally colored hair that can't decide on if it's black, brown, blonde, or going grey and hazel eyes. if any of that gels and you'd like to see more there's a pic on my profile and many many more posts about what I'm looking for. DM me a physical activity as proof you read and I'll grant you one wish :)
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2023.06.04 19:29 Thin-March-5583 Salon recommendations for Hair color in secunderabad

hello everyone, especially women of hyderabad, i have long but weak hair and would like to get it coloured in secunderabad.
Does anybody have any recommendations from personal experience? Willing to travel until HiTec city also if worth it.
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2023.06.04 19:26 acedeca99 23 M4F - Chandler, Arizona looking for the one who’ll love me like I’ll love them

I’m a 23M looking for the woman I want to spend the rest of my life with.
My description
This is everything I feel comfortable sharing about myself right now. Hopefully you’re out there and looking for me as hard as I’m looking for you.
You’re the one I’m looking for if you are:
If you’ve read this far, you’re just amazing. Direct message me if you feel a connection and want to talk more, but include something about yourself and include the phrase “I’ve missed you.” No chats please, my chats on Reddit have been bugging really bad so I might not see it. If you think we may be great for each other include your discord, snap, or whatever you normally use so we can talk.
If you’re here still, know that I love you and want to hear from you soon. ❤️❤️
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2023.06.04 19:22 Sea_Acadia_5926 Empties of the year so far

Empties of the year so far
  1. Redken Extreme Bleach recovery leave-in cream. my hair looooved this thing! ma hair has never been bleached, but it’s wavy and super dry so it was still perfect when applied on damp hair
  2. Vichy Dercos shampoo: I don’t have dandruff but my hair can get greasy super quickly and with this shampoo i can go without washing my hair for +1 day. Repurchased already.
  3. L’Oreal Elseve Hyaluron Plump Wonder Water: It was ok, still I prefer the Dream Long one.
  4. L’Oreal Elseve Dream Long heat protector: I looove this product, I am working on panning another heat protector rn, but i’m definitely gonna go back to this one.
  5. Garnier Fructis dry shampoo with yuzu and lemon: love love love! the only dry shampoo that actually works on my hair
  6. Sol de Janeiro 62 body mist: I love this scent, perfect for spring/summer: I have already repurchased the big format.
  7. Valentino Voce Viva: This is my signature scent, I already have 2 backups at home😆
  8. Balea After sun shampoo: bought it on sale for like 1€, never used it on my hair but it was perfect to wash my makeup brushes with
  9. MAC studio fix fluid: I haaate how this foundation smells, but the formula, the color-match and the longevity is just perfect, so I’ve repurchased, but only gonna use it for special occasions.
  10. Essence What the fake! lipgloss: this might be the first lipgloss I used up😆 I loved it, but have so many more to pan so I haven’t repurchased it (yet)
  11. Maybelline Brow Ultra Slim brow pencil in Blonde: this is a lighter shade than what I normally go for but surprisingly I loved the shade and formula as well.
  12. L’Oréal Telescopic mascara: My go-to mascara, it just makes my lashes look bomb.
  13. L’Oréal Infallible 24H fresh wear foundation: no explanation needed lol. I just love this foundation.
  14. L’Oréal True Match foundation: I wanted to switch up things a little, so I tried this foundation and I actually loved the formula but went back to Infallible.
  15. Maybelline dream Urban Cover foundation: the formula was good, but the shade was too dark for me, all in all I’m glad it’s over
  16. Benefit Hoola bronzer: my fav powder bronzer since foreverrrr
  17. L’Oréal Micellar Water: I wasn’t a huge fan, glad it’s gone
  18. Mac Fix+: Repurchased, makes my makeup look flawless and gives a refreshing feeling
  19. Garnier biphase micellar water: My forever favorite micellar water, it takes off stubborn makeup and I just looove it!!
  20. L’Oréal Revitalift Filler Hyaluronic Acid serum: I liked this one, but it’s not for you if you don’t like scented skincare products. (the smell is nice though)
  21. L’Oréal Midnight serum: I loooove this serum!! Evens skin and is super hydrating
  22. Garnier Vitamin C serum: this freshens up my skin in the morning and doesn’t flake when I apply sunscreen on top of it
  23. Clear Skin pimple patches: They were good, but I’m going to try other brands in the future
  24. Vichy Liftactiv Collagen Specialist face creams: again, no explanation needed lol. Both me and my mom love this product and have multiple backups at home
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2023.06.04 19:21 Mak_27 HELP - How to store my minifigures

I'm a minifigures collection, with over 600+ including some expensive ones like Harley Quinn from Apocalypseburg and Davy Jones.
I'm about to move to a tiny house, and due the lack of space for my minifigure display, I need to store those for a unknown time.
I was thinking to store all in separated small plastic bags and then, inside a plastic box with lid and finally, using a small floor hatch, below my house.
Is this a good way to store minifigures?
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2023.06.04 19:17 soleil_1111 Would dark blonde look good on me? Sorry for the weird cropping I’m not comfortable posting my face but I tried to show skin + hair + eye color!

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2023.06.04 19:13 HippyPixieEmoKid AITA for potentially splitting up my family?

Trigger warnings: depression, emotional, mental and physical abuse, child abuse, abortions, suicide idealations and attempts.
Backstory: I was diagnosed with epilepsy when I was 13 years old, although some doctors believe I'd been having seizures since I was as young as 6 or 7. I was also diagnosed with manic depression/bipolar disorder when I was 16.
At 21 I gave birth to my first daughter, M. A little under two years later I had my second daughter, A. The first pregnancy wasn't easy and I had a lot of seizures during the course of the pregnancy. Many trips to the hospital to make sure baby was safe. But after I gave birth I jumped straight into motherhood. I lived roughly 4 hours away from my parents and struggled with feeling homesick frequently. I called my dad daily for parenting advice, to vent, to update him, and also to help subside that homesick feeling. Regardless though, I was a very attentive and active mom. I spent all of my time with M. She was my best friend. I LOVED being a mom and I was THRIVING. After M turned 1, I moved back "home" and moved back in with my parents. My second pregnancy was much the same. Uncomfortable pregnancy, many seizures. However with this pregnancy I had some complications that caused A to be born 10 weeks early. This caused A to spend the first several months of her life in the nicu and even had to have gastral intestinal surgery before she was even 4 months old. Due to my epilepsy I do not drive, but I did everything I could in my power to see my A as frequently and for as long as I could. Visiting hours were somewhat restricting though.
At some point in time I started displaying symptoms of postpartum depression that was heavily exasperated by my manic depression. I was at an all time low. The physical pain of a depression that immense had crippled me. I felt like I had concrete in my veins. Just getting up and going to the bathroom was an exhausting task. I spent most of my days sleeping as an escape from the pain and exhaustion. Thankfully I lived with my parents, my younger daughters father (J), and some of my sisters. I would say I had plenty of help and support, but a more accurate statement would be "the children were looked after". I on the other hand was mocked, teased and belittled at every opportunity. At the time I thought nothing of it. I thought "that's just how my family is" I was raised with the motto "the more I tease you, the more I love you". Before my dad knew I was pregnant (I kept it a secret for 18 weeks because J was pressuring me to get an unwanted abortion.) my dad pointed to my stomach one morning and said "you know, some situps would help with that" I was devastated, already feeling fat and disgusting, and went to my room to cry.
Without me even realizing it, the negative comments and belittling nature of my family took a toll on me and I was getting deeper and deeper into my depression without a light at the end of the tunnel. I HATED myself for not being able to get up and play with my children. I couldn't understand how I could be so active and attentive with M at that age but I just didn't have it in me for A. I felt like I'd failed her in so many ways. I tried my best to find solutions to the problem. Often times I'd try to find games to play with them that involved me lying or at least sitting on the couch. Puzzles, coloring, movies, cars. Anything low impact, but kids want to run and play and be active.. I felt like the worst mom of all times and I wasn't being told differently by those around me. In fact my greatest fears were being confirmed daily. One day I finally broke and had a full mental breakdown in front of my mom. I had confessed to my mom that I was having suicidal idealations. I knew deep down I didn't want to end my life, but I wanted the pain to stop. I couldn't breathe under the weight of my depression and I desperately needed help. I sat on the floor, sobbing uncontrollably, confessing all of my deepest darkest thoughts and feelings at that time. My mom, in my opinion, brushed me off and said "well look into counseling or something" and then walked away, while I stayed sitting against our front door, crying my heart out. I felt devastated. All I wanted was a hug and some comfort but it was clear I was barking up the wrong tree. I got myself together, went upstairs, and went to sleep in order to escape the heartbreak and numb myself again. This entire timeline is a blur to me, so I'm not sure how much time passed between my melt down and this next conversation, but I feel like it was less than a week when my mom sat me down to have a conversation about the girls.
She suggested to me that my parents take temporary custody of the girls until I was able to "get on my feet". She kept pushing this narrative that it was what was best for the girls and their safety. She used my epilepsy as an excuse. Telling me that it was unsafe for the girls to be under my care when my epilepsy was so unpredictable. She also used my mental health, feeding into all of my fears and my own perceived shortcomings. A decent way into the conversation, my dad joined us. His whole demeanor radiated "this is a waste of my time. Just do what we say so I can go do other things" but maybe that was me reading too deeply into his behavior. Once he sat down it felt like my mom leaned even deeper into this narrative that they were clearly the better option for the girls wellbeing, but it would only be for a short time and that they were mainly concerned with the girls quality of life. I really struggled with what to do. I already felt like I was failing my children because I was so mentally and emotionally drained and detached. I didn't want to abandon them or lose them, but I also didn't want to harm them in the ways I had been harmed growing up. I figured my mom knew best because she had been in my shoes for all of my childhood. The vast majority of memories I have of my mom are of her sleeping on the couch, or raging out over the most minuscule things. I didn't want my children raised like that... So reluctantly, I agreed, truly believing I was doing a selfless thing and putting my children first. (This would later be used against me at every opportunity) I signed a piece of computer paper that my mom had scribbled an agreement on, stating that I was signing over temporary custody of my kids to my parents, with the understanding that I would get full custody back at an undisclosed time.
One day while I was down the road at a friend's house, my mom called me frantic, demanding I get home immediately. I rushed up to the house to find out that A's dad, J, had her wrapped in three blankets, in her car seat (it's the only place she would sleep). She was drenched in sweat (apparently new borns aren't supposed to sweat, especially not that much) and she was crying hysterically due to discomfort. J was irate, screaming at her and aggressively shaking the car seat. My mom said she heard him scream "shut the fck up or I'm going to *unalive you". She was under the impression that him and I were arguing again, and had come to break up the fight. (This always seemed odd to me seeing as how she never once intervened in our arguments before) When she realized I wasn't home and he was talking to A, she grabbed A and went downstairs. As she walked down the hall, j punched a hole in the wall near her head. He claimed he was "only trying to scare her" because she was "stealing his child from him" I was outraged and mortified. I tried multiple times to leave him and kick him out, but I had no support from my family. At one point I even resorted to packing up all of his belongings and throwing them out on the lawn. I'm not proud of that but I felt I had no other choice, and rushed to lock the doors when he went to get his things. My sister promptly unlocked the door and let him back in, claiming I was "acting psychotic" I felt trapped... But I had grown up around this behavior. My dad was an angry drunk and I had grown up believing that those behaviors were "passion" rather than aggression. So I accepted my fait and went on as if nothing had happened, certain that this would be the rest of my life.
One day when J was driving me to work we got into an argument and he repeatedly told me "your dad was right. You should do the world a favor and just unalive yourself. Everyone would be a lot happier" he kept repeating it over and over until I finally had it. He pulled up to a stop sign and I got out of the car and started walking down the road. He immediately started freaking out, begging me to get back in the car, using everything he could think of to manipulate me into getting back into the car. I finally caved and got back in. J dropped me off at work and as I got out of the car I told him "we're over. I'm breaking up with you". I closed the door before he could say a word and walked into work feeling like I was on cloud 9. It felt like all of my troubles had been wiped away. When I got inside, I told a friend what happened and explained that I didn't want to go home that night because I knew a guilt trip was waiting for me when I got there. I knew there would be an argument that would last hours and I would finally break due to exhaustion and would inevitably take him back. My coworker seemed to understand and let me stay at his house as long as I needed.
I called my mom and told her what had happened. I begged and pleaded with her to kick J out, but she refused. She was concerned that he'd try to take A if she kicked him out. I told her I was certain he wouldn't. He only ever cared about himself and his own self preservation. A baby would only make things harder for him and it was a responsibility and a role he didn't even want in the first place. I told her J had spent 18 weeks pressuring me to abort A and was evening willing to drive me out of state to get the procedure done, until I finally put my foot down and told him no, I was keeping my baby. I stayed away for 2 full weeks, the entire time begging and pleading with my family. Pointing out his abusive tendencies and his history with verbal and physical abuse and outbursts. My mom held her ground and refused to help me in any capacity. Every time M asked where I was, my mom would say "your mom's at work" rather than have her call me and talk to me. This created a lot of psychological trauma for M. She had severe seperstion anxiety, having panic attacks any time someone had to leave the house, convinced that if they left they'd never return. Still to this day she has abandonment issues as well as severe panic attacks.
After two weeks, I started coming over for visits but I never moved back in. During this time, J informed me that he was talking to another girl. He made it abundantly clear that she was 16. He was roughly 25 or 26 at the time. I later found out that they weren't talking. In fact, she had a boyfriend who was age appropriate, but J had been going and telling their entire friend group that they had been messing around together. I was then informed by my younger sibling L, that J had made advances on her that she quickly shut down. I think she was roughly 18 at the time. When this didn't pan out and J didn't get the reactions he expected from myself or L, he moved on. Years later I was told the same time xact story by both J and my oldest sister Al. "We had been hanging out, drinking, smoking. Ya know, the usual. And then well... Because I was so inebriated, they took advantage of me and we slept together" Knowing the both of them well enough, I knew it was consensual and they were just embarrassed and scared of my reaction. I laughed and told them they deserved one another.
As you can imagine, J's questionable life choices caught up with him and he was rejected from every friend group he had, to the point where he left the state and broke all contact with myself, and my family. It was a weight off my shoulders when he was finally gone. At that point I had gotten my own apartment but it was the first time I lived alone, paying my own bills, and I was not good at it. I was missing bill payments left and right. My power was shut off in the middle of winter and before long I was evicted. I was homeless and asked my parents if I could move home. They said no, that it would be too confusing for the girls if I moved back in with them. I ended up staying with friends on the couch in a one bedroom. It was extremely uncomfortable, but I had a roof over my head. When their lease was up, they invited me to get a new place with them. I agreed and I started learning about finances and how to be a functioning part of society.
My parents said I was welcome to visit the girls any time I wanted, but when I'd ask, it was a whole ordeal and guilt trip because they had to come pick me up and refused to bring my kids to my place. They said the car ride was too much for the girls to handle. Mind you, Ms dad B, still lives 4 hours away. My parents regularly drive both of my daughters up to see B and his parents whenever Bs parents request it. However, a 30 minute drive was asking far too much of such young and fragile children. When I argued that point they would use other excuses why they would not be bringing my children to see me. Once again I felt powerless and like a bad mom, being paraded by my parents for not being more active in my kids lives, but when I tried to make the effort it was scorned and met with negativity.
I self isolated for awhile, but still tried to be apart of my children's lives.
Over the years I've brought up the custody agreement, pointing out that it was supposed to only be temporary. I think my parents got frustrated with this because once the girls started school, my mom pressured me to sign over full custody, claiming it would make filling out paperwork a lot easier on my parents. But it was still only temporary, supposedly. Again, I continued to press for custody back and I would be met with argument after argument, bombarded with all of my shortcomings. On multiple occasions my mom told me "if you take custody of the girls back it will destroy mine and your father's marriage. Some days the girls are the only thing keeping us together" I was also told "if you take custody back it will literally kill your father. He won't survive." A year or so ago I told my mom we needed to go to therapy because I could not speak to her without a mediator. She finally agreed and we had two sessions. The first of which she cried her eyes out, telling the therapist that she's always done her absolute best for us kids and that we never appreciate anything she's done for us. She said "I took on the responsibility of raising two young children while she was out there f*cking anyone and everyone she wanted" mind you, during the time frame she was talking about, I had one intimate partner. When I confronted her about it outside of the session she said "I said that to highlight the poor life choices you were making at the time"
Fast-forward to now, A and I have a good relationship, but she's closest to my dad over everyone. M and I still have an incredibly tight bond though. She tells me everything. I'm her best friend.
The things she's been telling me the last couple of years are bringing up a lot of PTSD and trauma for me from my childhood. It's been opening my eyes to the level of mental abuse I suffered at the hands of my parents.
At this point you're probably thinking what I thought for most of my life. "This girl's mom sounds like a monster" It wasn't until recently that my father's facade was irreversibly shattered in my eyes. M had come to me and asked "what would you say if I asked to be called unisex name". I told her "I wouldn't say anything. I'd just call you by the name you chose. I love you no matter what I call you. I will always love you no matter what. There's nothing in this world that will change that, especially not a name." In time M came to me and said "how would you react if I told you I like girls" I said "the same way I reacted when you wanted to change your name. I will always accept, support and love you, no matter what"
She had gone to my mom with the same questions and my mom had roughly the same response. My dad on the other hand had a much more viseral response. When the name was brought up, he hit the roof, yelling "I'm not having another kid try and change their name. That's stupid. You have a name." (L changed their name when they were in school and my father always hated it and still refuses to call L by their chosen name) When the topic of sexual preference was broached he'd just roll his eyes, huff and act like M was being stupid and childish. As I touched up on previously, M has severe panic attacks. I can relate because I also suffer from them and they were extremely bad around the same age that M is now. From things M had told me in passing I'm under the impression that she was being bullied at school. Every morning was a struggle. She would beg my parents to let her stay home. If it was up to my mom, she'd get frustrated and give in, saying "whatever. Do whatever you want. You do anyway. None of you ever listen to me or respect anything I say" and M would go lie in bed and call me crying that she "upset nana" If it were my dad however, he'd yell at her to get her @$$ in the car and that he wasn't dealing with her $ht. She would have full fledged panic attacks in the car to which he would yell and scream at her to knock off the teenage bllsh*t and to suck it up. One day he even threatened to institutionalize her if this behavior continued. She called me, mid breakdown, telling me everything that had happened and asked me "what even does that mean? Is he gonna lock me up in a psych ward because I'm having panic attacks?" I assured her that no one was doing any such thing. I then called my parents and tore into them for treating her like that. My skin was crawling, I was so appalled at his behavior.
He tries his best to mask his negativity and what I consider to be narcissistic tendencies. He went from being an angry alcoholic to being a sober helpful part of the church he attends. I told my mom recently that I believe he swapped one addiction for another. He portrays this happy healthy life and family all over social media, showing my kids off to the people at his church, claiming they're his kids. So much so to the point that I had attended a few services and people thought I was their sister, not their mom, because my dad refuses to refer to them as his grandchildren. He's even taken it so far as to claim that he BIRTHED them. I don't know what level of psychosis it takes for a man to claim that he carried two children in his womb, but that's besides the point.
Also to Ms detriment, he will tease her about her weight, her eating habits, her sleeping habits. He will also make snide comments about LGBTQ+ related and adjacent topics.
L, had also suffered this same emotional and mental abuse for years from our dad and subsequently my mom who is too scared of my dad to stand up for her own beliefs. L finally made the difficult decision to go no contact for their mental health. This was extra difficult for them because that meant they had less access to their nieces and nephew, but they had to do what was best for their mental state and they took a step back. At one point my dad had brought L up, calling them by their dead name and misgendering them. When M corrected my dad he scoffed and said "people who change their names and gender are just people who weren't loved enough as a child" M responded with "k.." and went to her room to call me, explaining how incredibly offensive that statement was, especially seeing as how that's his own child. She said "who's fault is it if L wasn't loved enough as a child?" (She's extremely aware for her age)
I got a phone call from A one afternoon. She was crying and told me "I'm just sad because I'm never going to see L again because she abandoned us." I asked who told her that and she said "papa said dead name abandoned us because she doesn't care about the family anymore" I explained that none of that was true and that L missed them very much, and wanted to see them very much.
I spoke to L regularly about the situation at hand, being as supportive as possible while trying to stay out of the family drama. After months of distancing themselves from our parents, they came to me for help and guidance. They wanted to have dinner with our parents to try and mend their relationships. However they were scared of the response they would receive, so I offered to be the buffer and reach out on their behalf.
My mom's response was perfect. She said "I would love to have dinner with them. Tell me when and where" My dad's response was less ideal. He said "we would love to have dinner with her. If she's ready to respect our family and our beliefs we would be happy to have dinner with her" I lost it on him. I told him that I was sick and tired of his behavior. He puts on a holier than thou facade but he doesn't actually act very christ like in reality. I pointed out that when the prodigal son returned he wasn't met with "are you ready to ahere to our rules and regulations now? Are you prepared to act the way that we want you to? If you are then you can come home, but if not, get out" he was welcomed home with open arms, regardless of anything he had done or said. He replied with "I had a gut feeling that I shouldn't have responded to that text. I should've listened to that gut instinct"
I've gone no contact with him since that argument, but as you can imagine, that was just the straw that broke the camel's back.
On mother's day, my dad was out of town but my girls went to church with my mom. There was a guest speaker who had an extremely antitrans message. The way my mom explained it was "if your kid comes out as trans, you're a failure as a mom" I was dumbfounded to hear that they'd have a message like that at all, but especially on mother's day, shaming parents, but specifically mom's, into rejecting their children's self identification, as if one person has control over another person's identity. M told me she didn't ever want to go back. I told her I understood and I'd do my best to make sure she didn't have to.
Today is my birthday and my girls are coming over. M texted me this morning saying "I'm getting ready for church. I was told that if I wanted to go to my mom's house, I had to go to church first" This used to be a place that she felt safe and happy in and now it's become a place of contention for her. She'll ask my mom if she can stay home (never my dad) and although my mom usually caves and lets her stay home, it's always with some stipulation.
My dad is a controlling, manipulative, homophobic, close minded fraud of a Christian who is emotionally and mentally harming and abusing my children, and my mom isn't much safer for either of them, always siding with my dad out of fear and exhaustion.
I desperately want to remove them from this situation and regain full custody but I don't know where to start. I work two jobs in order to make ends meet. I'm behind on my rent. I have to take buses and Ubers everywhere I go. I have a very small two bedroom apartment (the girls each have their own rooms at my parents house). They have friends and a sense of community where they are, with a nice sized backyard, a trampoline, two of my three siblings are close by so they get to see their cousins daily. I don't want to rip them away from the only home they've known for years. I don't want to uproot them and disrupt the little amount of structure they do have. I don't even know how I would manage two jobs as well as a 10 and a 12 year old, but I also don't want to leave them in this toxic suffocating and damaging environment when all along I thought it was a better and safer environment for them than what I had to offer.
I feel like I'm still brainwashed to some extent by my parents, second guessing my abilities as a mom. Telling myself I'm not capable of the things I need to do for these girls. I'm at a loss for what to do at this point. Do I fight for custody back? Do I leave them as they are? Do I continue to try and advocate for them even though it either falls on deaf ears or makes matters so much worse, because that frustration is then taken out on my kids?
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2023.06.04 19:11 ScareBros Why is no one talking about Travel the Words?

I saw the giveaway posts for travel the words a while ago, not really knowing hear it was. In fact I even misread the name as travel the worlds. And even when I looked at the pictures I still wasn't sure what the hell I was looking at. It wasn't until I downloaded the demo and tried out the 3 puzzles available. I thought it was really fun. It does have a few little quirks it would be nice to see worked out, and I'll get into those later, but overall it was a pretty nice experience.
I later showed my brother, who is 10 years old, not a fan of word searches, and just didn't care for it and went back to playing re8 (ik he's 10 and playing re8 but he's handling it surprisingly well. Only part that even kind of freaked him out was beneviento)
Then I showed my mom, a big fan of word searches. She said, and I quote "I wish real life word searches were as fun as this" and then my mom, who hates video games and has only liked a very select few VR games, bought her first video game. Travel the words. It was cheap and came with a bunch more puzzles and she was totally into it. Her favorites have been Kitchen, Wild West, and The Market (The Market is in the demo)
If it wasn't clear already, Travel the Words is a word search game. You spawn into this place and you have a giant wall of text in front of you. There are the words on the side you have to find, and you have a laser pointer to find them and cross them out. You're in a cool little environment with some ambient nose playing to fit the theme (like in the mines level which is available in the demo there's like cave drops). Also when you find a word there are some fun facts about the word. You are able to turn fun facts or ambience off if you find either one of them annoying.
That leads me to my small complaints. I know the devs are on this sub based on the posts a while ago so I hope you guys read this and take it into consideration.
  1. The pointer is very finicky. It can be hard to press down on the right word. Also, because the words that aren't a first or last latter do literally nothing when you highlight them, it's pretty easy to just spam the trigger until you find a word without putting too much thought into it. A good solution would probably be letting you highlight in any direction on any words but it just sort of does nothing unless it's an actual word.
  2. This one is the most minor, but I think a limit on the hints would help. Make it like 5. Hints are supposed to be a tool if you get stuck, not an automatic win. Also, if there is already a limit on hints, my bad. I've never used more than 5.
  3. Settings menu. Or just a couple small options. There should probably be a setting for player height (looking up to see the whole board starting hurting after around 45 minutes). Also, you should be able to choose whether fun facts are automatically on or off. Same thing with ambience. Another big one would be to add an option for colors for the crossed out letters. On some board they can be overwhelming, and the white colors can be hard to see. Just an option in the settings for either "Default" or "Select a color" would be nice. For examplez the red ones tend to stand out. Changing them to be all red would be fool
  4. It would be cool if the game didn't start in the same position every time. It made it so when I was showing it off to different people I already knew where everything was. Having it be randomly shuffled each time you load in woud be cool.
  5. Why is there foveated rendering? I don't feel like the game fully needs it. This one isn't as much of a complaint as I am just gejinpt curious. Because if you are able to achieve a really sharp image on the level of walkabout (which you do) with foveated, then it would be interesting to see how good walkabout would look with it. Just wondering. Not a complaint. More games need to show this off anyway.
  6. When one hand is in use, the other one should be disabled, like walkabout. There is no need for 2 hands.
It seems like I hate the game. I don't. I think it's really fun. It has some serious merit and is for the most part a pretty polished experience. Never had a lag or a crash. And I've had a great time, and my mom had a really great time. The game just had a couple of small quirks it would be cool to see worked out, and maybe either some free or paid dlc down the line to add more puzzles would be greatm I think I'd pay like a dollar for a new puzzle every once in a while. Considering how many possibilities there are with shuffle it would be very worth it.
Thanks devs, great game. And a pretty big portion of it in the demo. Keep up the great work!
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2023.06.04 19:11 Simba_888 I used Dawn to try to get rid of a stain on my Quinn shirt in Birch. It ended up lifting the dye off and left a blotchy white spot on the shirt. Used Rit color remover to get all the original dye off and I think it looks pretty good.

I used Dawn to try to get rid of a stain on my Quinn shirt in Birch. It ended up lifting the dye off and left a blotchy white spot on the shirt. Used Rit color remover to get all the original dye off and I think it looks pretty good. submitted by Simba_888 to KithNYC [link] [comments]

2023.06.04 19:07 NotWillyNotBilly to/about the creeps

ive been going to collins for about 7-8 years now, usually as often as i can through the summer, so... a lot.
public sex is illegal, indecent exposure is illegal, public masturbation is illegal. staring at folks, recording folks, uninvited intrusions are extremely poor form. we all know these things.
personally, i more or less accept the lesser creeps - the older single men who look a little too long, sit a little too close, or try to chat up every young lady on the beach ... youre noticed by all, expect to get the occasional snide comment in response to your poor form.. but whatever.
and actual sex acts - not everyone will agree with me on this, from ethical and/or legal standpoints, but its my contention that even sex acts are acceptable at the beach so long as you dont make it public. if a couple (whether together or strangers) wants to go off into the thick shrub and find a spot to get frisky, fuckin go for it. especially up at the "gay end." dog knows ive had a romp or two out there, but never in front of others - youd have to be out bushwacking to come upon us. or inside a tent, or when theres nobody else around and you can see folks coming long before they can figure out what youre doing. and the letter of the law supports me on this.
so all of that said, heres the problem as i see it, and what i would like to do/see done about it........
when my partner cant just relax, like really at all, for sake of all the fuckin scumbags out creeping around our blanket; when they feel intimidated, inhibited about going, or feel like they have to wear a bathing suit despite hating tan lines; when i find myself going alone half the time because they dont want to deal with the creepycrawly feelings theyre sure to experience, it becomes a real big problem for me. and im not somebody who just puts up with bullying when i observe it, and you creeps are essentially just that: fuckin bullies. you get off on making others uncomfortable. its a power thing. very similar to the psychology of r--e.
the few times ive had to take care of shit, ive been a little surprised that i always end up standing there alone and a lone voice against this bullshit. its always met with the same response - "im not doing anything," and a refusal to leave the area. im not one to draw police attention and i dont enjoy making a scene, and certainly dont want to end up being the one in the wrong/on the wrong side of the law by getting physical with some saggy assed 60 year old dude who refuses to move his chair somewhere other than facing our blanket from 15-20' away while moving his hand between his legs, but one angry dude cant get much done by himself without becoming the law-breaker himself.
so im proposing we draw some lines in that dredge sand, and have it in our minds well in advance, that when someone crosses the line and someone calls them out on it, we stand up for each other.
line crossing, to me:
fuckin tired of this shit, gents. i never even realized how bad it truly is, being someone who always respectfully keeps his eyes out of others' business, but since my current partner has pointed out the dudes that creep on her, jesus christ man - i see it almost constantly when we go. she stopped wanting to go to the north end because were cis male and female and it made her feel like we were intruding, i reckon - but now she pretty much refuses to go anywhere but the north end.
where i get creeped on mercilessly instead. 🤣
in summary, i just want us all to be thinking and talking about the conduct thats just a hard "no" on the beach, cement these lines in our minds, and at LEAST be willing to back each other up when something needs to be said, if not be willing to take the initiative. and i understand not everyone is interested in taking initiative, but i think all decent folk are morally obligated to at least aid in the resistance of offensive behavior.

do we have here in this sub any of the "regulars" from the volleyball area? you particularly well-tanned folks that are there every weekend and have been for decades? i would love to get yalls perspective on on this, because even though ive been going for quite some time myself an have considered myself a regular for a while now, i dont subconsciously classify myself as any kind of collins guardian of conduct decency, and the times when ive wanted to say/do "something" and havent are when some regular creep - like the short, fat, old, long haired, deeply tanned solo man who likes to masturbate everywhere from his chair to whilst standing thigh-deep in the river facing everyone - is barely hiding his dick-stroking, and not a goddamn body much closer to the misdeed seems to have a problem with it. are you guys just so numb to it that it isnt worth calling it out, or h'wat? im not calling anyone out with this question, just straight up wondering.
anyway.. i reckon thems my thoughts. all others welcome, to include opposing viewpoints.
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2023.06.04 19:02 gattinatesoro No sex without makeup?

I had a stroke three years ago, shortly after, developed epilepsy and chronic migraines. My looks have declined. I used to wear makeup every day. I can’t really do it anymore I feel terrible all the time. My husband makes me feel worse about my natural face, body hair he absolutely will not tolerate and I must wear lingerie and heels. Having only use of one side of my body really makes things difficult. I’ve tried. I really have, to make him happy but I’m in so much pain all the time. He’s said awful things to me about finding it elsewhere, calling me a lazy slob and saying I could not where makeup and put a wig on and just turn turn around so he can’t see my face. He says this is all my fault because I set this standard of wearing makeup all the time and that all guys would agree with him, which I know is not true. It’s not just sex he won’t even kiss me. I even offer to do thing just for him and he says not without makeup. He makes it impossible to be attracted to him. Why would I even want to fix up for him?? Trying to get my shit together to leave but its hard with one arm and brain damage that makes things confusing. Is he right? Is this my fault? Please forgive typos.
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2023.06.04 19:01 fancydogmom [FS][US] [REPOST][PRICE DROP] Three Stone Old mine cut ring, 14k yellow gold with 14k white gold setting, size US 6

Item details: Three stone old mine cut ring with a 8.5x8mm old mine cut IJ color moissanite center stone, Cadillac moissanite side stones, 14k yellow gold band with a 14, white gold setting in a size US 6
Photos with verification photo and proof of purchase: https://imgur.com/a/sO8lI3l
Source: BST, originally from Provence
Price paid: $420
Selling for: $390 $375 $350 shipped
Shipping method: USPS
What’s included: ring, generic box
Item condition: I wore this regularly for a couple months so there are some scratches on the band. But it is a beautiful ring!
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2023.06.04 19:00 fancydogmom [FS][US][REPOST][PRICE DROP] Three stone old mine cut ring, lab diamond side stones, 18k yellow gold, size US 6, from Tianyu

Item details: Three stone ring with an 9.5x8.5mm GH color moissanite old mine cut center stone and tapered baguette lab diamond side stones set in 18k yellow gold in a size US 6
Photos with verification photo and proof of purchase: https://imgur.com/a/qcI7pU8
Source: Ella at Tianyu
Price paid: $830 including shipping
Selling for: $750 $725 $700 shipped
Shipping method: USPS
What’s included: ring and generic box
Item condition: I wore this regularly for about a month so the band has some scratches but it is otherwise a beautiful ring!
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2023.06.04 18:58 Asleep-6563 Living through a hallucination dream

I just woke up confused and like I ran a marathon. It started with me and my freind she slowly began to ignore my and only see a boyfriend I never met . I became all alone and then I was in a hospital room they told me to admit I was crazy. Then the nurse walks in and says " hmm no one's admit that there crazy before" but I didn't talk to them. They gave me pills and said I'll be fine but I wasn't crazy. After I took a pill I began to go in and out of hallucinations. One of the put me I my house where I did a scripted YouTube video. But ended up have worse hallucinations init and as I tride to hide it , it got worse. Part of my dream repeated where I was in my house and made a video but with small change. Then I repeated for the last time I walk into the video room and see all the actors piled up dead but there was one person who was not she looked mid 20s and had a 60s styled hair with a menacing smile and scary aura I ran and soon saw zombies I ran and got biten. The game like dream repeated I ran and saw three people who I couldn't tell where zombies or not I snapped the neck of one of the teen boys and felt shocked and guilty he looked normal like the illusion fell the other two boys ran. I had braces at this moment that where not there before fall out as well as some dimonds.. I saw the lady slowly chasing me through my house. I looked out side and saw snow like never before. I ran all the was to the other side of the house and before I could lock 4 doors like before she was there I looked at her and asked to leave this dream. she grew dark purple wings that where now apart of a dress on her she glew and and every thing slowly became what but a few would she said as she left where written on the glowing back ground don't forget I'm then I faded before I got her name and I popped up out of bed her name had a o or k in the beginning and two ll it was a short name 4 or 5 letters maybe. I felt like I just lived through a gods game I dont know to be mad at her or thankful for her waking me up. I have no idea what all of this means and if anyone knows please tell me. Ps. I didn't take any medication or substance before this.
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2023.06.04 18:58 vampcutierose my natural hair color is very dark brown-black but i look better with lighter brown hair. how to fix this????

idk why this is? but i’ve been told and i myself think i look better with a lighter hair color than a darker one even tho my hair is very dark to began with. it just makes everything pop better. what could be the reason for this? idk if it has do with my skin tone, i have a lighter skin shade and been told darker hair fits lightepale skin more, while lighter hair fits more medium/dark skin tones. any advice would be helpful on how to try and fix this& i hope this makes sense. i rlly love black hair and wanna dye it jet black
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2023.06.04 18:58 thehedgehog44 Sectional sofa - $500

Pottery Barn cream colored sectional 113 inches on each side 31 inches high at back 39 inches deep Rolled arms Removable legs 5 Seats Fabric damage- see photo
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2023.06.04 18:57 Seamoose_Art NoP 2177: Violence [9]

Credit for the original story goes to u/spacepaladin15.
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Memory transcript subject: Trish, Venlil civilian
Date [Standardized Human Time]: February 30th, 2177
Location: Lower sprawl of City 23, Venlil Prime
The blankets haphazardly twisted around Trish felt like steel chains. The Terran grandfather clock on the wall dutifully marked each second of her prison sentence. Her eyes hurt from exhaustion, and it was all she could do to keep herself from lashing her tail hard enough to fracture it in frustration.
Several long, pointless hours had come and gone as she sat, self-immobilized with blankets in an attempt to sleep. But sleep did not come. There was a sick feeling of apprehension balled up in her stomach, a cold weight in her soul which silently sentenced her to sleeplessness.
Her instinct, that feeling of a frigid vice around her waist, could usually be counted on as a guiding star that commanded her to act decisively. Right now, it was commanding her to stay awake and alert even as the hours dragged by. Out of respect for its “wishes”, she had abstained from taking any sleep-inducing medication, but her meager patience was quickly waning. Simply sitting there in silence was nothing short of torturous.
The thought of how exactly they’d feed the Arxur still hung over her head like a guillotine, the evening’s furious debate having brought them little closer to a solution. Acquiring any organ-cloning tech would be a nightmare, not to mention the steep cost of life incurred from stealing rare medical equipment. There wasn’t exactly an abundance of wildlife for it to hunt. Maybe some DIY-biomedical tampering could expand its diet, but accidentally condemning it to an agonizing death was far more likely.
Perhaps their fixer had some advice to share. There were only a couple ways she could’ve gotten her hands on a fertilized Arxur egg, and her constant insistence on keeping hidden in every way pointed towards one obvious possibility. How exactly an Arxur had survived the fall of Wriss and stayed clear of the Federation’s all-seeing eye for so long, Trish couldn’t even begin to guess. But if it was possible for her, it would be possible for them, and she might have useful advice for keeping the hatchling fed that she garnered from personal experience.
That said, she couldn’t be blunt in her questioning. If their encryption was broken, they were most likely dead either way, but better to be cautious anyway. Most likely, this abundance of caution was how someone actively fleeing the Federation had to operate in all aspects of life.
Something in Trish’s chest protested. To hell with caution. She wanted to see their reptilian sponsor face-to-face, even digitally. Look her in the eye. If she was right, at least; if this was truly her own offspring she was entrusting them with. It would be hell to set up, and a completely pointless risk for both of them, but some things couldn’t be justified with—
A sudden crack of thunder tore through her thoughts, a rough noise which echoed from the bar above. She further entombed herself in blankets for comfort, letting the warm weight…
Not thunder. A gunshot. Someone had fired a gun upstairs.
Trish was out of bed and shaking someone else awake before her thoughts could catch up and form a plan of action. With her mind still reeling, instinct had taken hold, dragging her by the pit of her stomach to act. It issued clear, firm commands which she followed unthinkingly while her own conscious mind couldn’t keep pace.
Act quickly. Get everyone awake, and get them to the fire escape at the end of the hallway. It didn’t much matter if their assailants found the entrance to the Den or not; flames would start pouring down the stairs any second. They wouldn’t have time to gather belongings. Except her pad; if they found her pad, there’d be no escaping them even if they got away. Grab it. The fire would cleanse the rest of their tracks well enough to not be worth spending extra time.
Tressa was already up and alert, pistol drawn and taking aim at the door while crouched behind a couch in the living room as cover. Besides him sat the backpack, with the egg and incubator still inside. James stumbled out of his bedroom, being dragged out by a jet-black Venlil two thirds his size with such force that Trish was slightly worried she might hurt something in his arm.
When he saw the bag, he tore himself from her grasp and ran to the living room. After slinging the backpack over his shoulder, he rushed back to the hallway with Tressa in tow. Sasha was slipping her flame jacket over loose sleeping clothing, still blinking sleep out of her eyes. She didn’t see Burai anywhere; apparently, he’d slept straight through the noise. Trish was halfway to his room when she remembered that he hadn’t gone to sleep at all. He was upstairs, cleaning the bar.

He was upstairs, where the gunshot had echoed from.
Trish’s mind screamed in protest, but her body kept moving down the hall toward the fire escape. They were out of time. They needed to run. She tore open the fire escape hatch with force, praying that their assailants didn’t have the neighboring alley locked down too. The ladder swung down, missing her snout by a hair. Her limbs moved with a frantic, manic power, dragging her to the surface and forcing her down the street. Somewhere in the back of her head, she felt a pang of thankfulness that she didn’t feel fire on her back as she ran.

They stopped running by the time Trish was out of breath. She’d never been too fit even for a Venlil, and her endurance was meaningless compared to their human companions. However, in the dense decaying maze of the sprawl, even a few city blocks was plenty to lose anyone chasing. They gathered in the relative privacy of a burned supermarket, breathing heavily through cloth masks to block out the ash that poured from the walls in unrestored buildings.
Nobody spoke a word. There was nothing to say.
In better times, Trish might’ve broken down into tears, but right now adrenaline forced her into a sharp focus. They were still being hunted. Their options were slim, and growing slimmer every second of inaction.
“Tressa, did you bring your pistol?”
The words came out as choked and barely audible beneath the suffocating cloth that protected her lungs, but it was enough to break the silence. The rest of them jolted out of their stupor, minds visibly refocusing to tackle the problem at hand.
“...Yeah, but it won’t be enough to fight them off. I heard multiple sets of boots up there. If these are exterminators, it’s probably a squad of five. I can’t take that many with just a handgun.”
“It doesn’t matter either way. Kill them, and they’ll just send more. We need to run.”
“And run where, exactly?” James coughed a few times and readjusted his mask before continuing. “There’s nowhere the Federation doesn’t have eyes. Nowhere on Venlil Prime, at least, and we’d have better luck standing our ground than trying to board a ship offworld.”
“...a ship?”
“Yeah, walking into a spaceport is just asking to be— Trish?”
“...there’s a ship… there’s a wrecked UN ship on the dark side of Venlil Prime. It’s not too far from here, but far enough that nobody would ever bother checking out there. I’ve been inside it a couple times. There’s still working lights.”
Tressa muttered to himself, considering their prospects. “Working lights… imagine I could get heat working too. It probably has enough water onboard to last until we can dig a well. I… I could maybe even clone meat if they had Zurulian medical tech. You think we’d be safe there?”
“I don’t think there’s anywhere else to go.”
“And you never thought to tell us about this before now?
“It never came up.”
James paced nervously, kicking up plumes of dust. It hung in the air for a brief moment, swirling dramatically in the cold light of a fluorescent lamp, before resettling as he leaned against the wall. “So you want to drag us to the dark side of Venlil Prime… Jesus, Trish. I thought there was a reason nobody bothered settling out there. Or at least a reason they didn’t scavenge those wrecks. Hell, even people like us avoid it.”
“There are settlements on the edge, and scavengers comb the darkness up to about a paw’s travel out. But no light means no farming, scarce power, and unyielding cold. Unless you just happened to find an abandoned ship with backup power still burning, it’s a death sentence. The Federation won’t look for us there.”
“...and you ’just happened’ to find one, huh?”
“A friend of mine— no, I’ll tell you about it later. We need to get moving now.”
Sasha sat up, brushing a layer of grime off her jacket. “We need to go back for Beast. No way we can make the journey out without her. Unless you think you can hotwire something, Tressa..?”
“Not a chance. Then again, our chances of retaking Beast seem pretty slim too. Do you have a plan for doing this, or is your ‘plan’ to throw me at them and hope I have more bullets than they have flamer fuel?”
“No. We’ll all go together, and try not to pick a fight we can’t win. Slip in, grab Beast, get out.”
“That’s not a plan, and you know it. That’s wishful thinking. If your best plan is ‘walk in and hope they don’t see us’, then we’re walking to our deaths.”
“If you have a better idea, let’s hear it. Until then, walk faster. The longer we’re gone, the more likely they’ll burn our escape to slag before we return.”
Tressa grumbled, but failed to make any coherent objection as he rose to his feet. He checked his pistol over, making sure ash hadn’t wormed its way into anything vital before slipping it back under his coat as the group stepped out into the street.
It was a common work claw, so the more ruined areas of the sprawl were near-empty. The only sign that people lived here in any capacity were the streetlights and a distant hum of life from more central streets and walkways. Not that their little entourage would draw much attention anyway; out here, ragtag herds of misfits were about as common as the burned-out buildings that permeated the land.
Their little ragtag herd of misfits wouldn’t hardly be missed if they went up in flames. Not by anyone important, that is; a few regulars at the Tipped Quill might be disappointed and some exterminator officer’s spreadsheet would need updating. The world would continue on without them. The world was going to continue on without them. Tressa was right; they were marching to their deaths.
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2023.06.04 18:56 13zerocool Need a harness for my beagle

My beagle has a problem with his harness it chafs his armpit and there has never been much hair there. So he's been getting it by there from all the walks. I tried getting a padded harness but the padded material stopped before the armpit so it wasn't any better.
I tried another random one and it slides off to one side or the other no matter how it's adjusted I think because it has the leash attachment so far back. Also tried a gron clip one and that was a shit show
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