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Second West Russian War : Focus trees for all post unification election candidates!

2023.06.10 22:39 Elli933 Second West Russian War : Focus trees for all post unification election candidates!

Second West Russian War : Focus trees for all post unification election candidates!
Hey there, I was looking to see if any post had been done on the 4 candidates of post reunification Shukshin Russian Federation, and didn't see any. So here's the focus tree for the 4 candidates! (At the time of reading this, I have not completed them, i'll share my first impressions for each and, if I feel like it, share my experience after doing them. )
Shukshin 4 MORE YEARS!
Basically OTL Putin's Russia, AKA reversing everything good Shukshin did for the past 9 years.
Le epic gaming
Le epic gaming : Competitive mode
Blessed socdem and Shukshin's anti-corporatism but finishing the job.
The Siloviki's last breath
The final nail in the coporation's coffin.
Pacifists joining the OFN, for some reason.
I'll say that the diplomacy on this one looks kinda dope.
DSPR's less hardcore brother.
Whooped the Reich's ass so hard Willy got into power lol
The world as of 1978
We do a little trolling
Cheats were in fact used, a lot.
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2023.06.10 22:23 sentimentalbadb How to feel feminine again

I’m (24F) having a quite hard period right now because I don’t feel feminine. I don’t have the feminine face traits (defined by google and Instagram - I don’t compare myself to other women, it’s just to say that some women have really feminine traits) and no matter what I do, I just don’t feel feminine enough.
I always make an effort have my nails and toes done, smelling good, shaved and moisturised. I used to have really long hair that I cut about 5 months ago into a short hairstyle. I loved it but now I’m over it so I’m letting it grow out again.
But no matter what I do, how I dress, if I do my make up, I just don’t feel feminine.
Do you have any advice on how I can improve that? I’m a really independent and self sufficient person, so I think I have a big side of masculine energy in me (nothing wrong with it), but ughhh…
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2023.06.10 22:20 TerminatrOfDoom Cant stand to see myself naked

Its the awkwardly sagged boobs from excess skin, the pointy and long hip dips, inverted triangle shape, huge ankles with small feet, big arms, huge shoulders (literally 40 cms), all the stretch marks on the most random places, excessive hair, my boyish hands with short ugly nails that grow upward.
And thats just my body! I don’t even want to begin to talk about my face. Everyone around me has significant advantages over me. I hate hearing them complain. Id do everything to get to switch with them for a day.
None of the content i see online that’s for women seems like its for me. Its like im invisible to everyone in the world. Im always upset about my body, literally all the time. I cant even look forward to a vacation or a hangout with friends because i will inevitably cry or feel down everyday. My last summer vacation was completely ruined by my self hatred and im afraid my next one will be too.
Im literally always moody due to how uncomfortable and disgusting i feel in my body. I think about it everyday, i get triggered in every place, even from things that are supposed to distract me. Body image issues are not taken seriously enough at all. Im not just the average adolescent girl who’s actually average or even pretty but is just a bit insecure, no, im hideous down to my bone structure. I hate living like this and im afraid ive even posted way too many vents in this sub.
Im so jealous of women who just have a standard body, something more acceptable, more feminine. I hate that im stuck in this body, i hate that i will never seem to get to leave the role of the observer. I dont want the same fate as my mother. I want a good life while loving myself, but how can i when i am objectively just not good looking at all??
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2023.06.10 22:10 MalaiahFeet Newbie!!

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2023.06.10 22:07 HelmetBoiii The Anime Adaptation is a Masterpiece

They nailed the adaptation. I'm now confident in saying that the way that they rearranged the episodes, while weird at first, is a pure stroke of mastery that has me suspecting that Norio herself orchestrated it.
The best example of this is in the current episode. Who expected that "puppet master call" scene to be in this episode? I know a lot of people thought it was going to be the ending piece, myself included. But to include it in an already pre-established phone call scene is brilliant, alongside with the extra bonus of sending a beautiful picture of the moon. (Though I missed some of the paneling details of the manga, the placement of the scene is superb).
Also, can we talk about the Karte card? When I saw it halfway through the episode, I was like, no way this episode was this short, but I realized the deliberate genius behind it. The last episode, the climax of the entire season, is centered around that Akita Dog so the Karte card was used early to emphasize the significance! (All the Karte placements throughout the show are my favorite addition to the manga, but this one takes the cake, highlighting the anime's comprehensive understanding of the source material). Nowadays, when there's a bunch of terrible anime adaptions and a majority of mediocre ones, that only try to copy the manga panel for panel with some flimsy animation and music holding it together, it's invigorating to see one done so masterfully with genuine love and attention and foresight, especially for such subtle and powerful source material. That's not even accounting for the anime's monologue about how he and his sister are "a bit alike" in their anxiety, and the Karte card explicitly draws parallels with Yamada. A BIT ALIKE YOU SAY? BokuYabai has the best two-way dynamic, period, especially when considering that we only see Ichikawa's perspective, and this momentous adaptation nails this concept too.
God, from that drawing bit tying together episodes 1-3, and just the entirety of rearranging of chapters for episode 9, I Hate Yamada, and probably a dozen things I forgot, while the adaption does miss at times (notably, by explicitly showing Yamada sniffing Ichikawa's jersey), it continues to show heart and passion, just the pacing and the grouping and the styling doing the manga supreme justice. This is one of the best adaptations I could have asked for.
But god, if there's one reason to watch the anime over the manga, it's the music. I've actually never enjoyed a soundtrack more than in this show. IT'S SO GOOOOOD, THIS SHOW IS AMAZING! GIVE ME THE FULL OST PLEASE! TEN MORE SEASONS PLEASE!
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2023.06.10 21:48 cyclome Weathervanes Record Release Show - Nashville, TN - Eastside Bowl - 6/10/23

Weathervanes Record Release Show - Nashville, TN - Eastside Bowl - 6/10/23
Still feeling amazed and grateful for an incredible show! Jason Isbell and the 400 Unit performed
A show for friends, family, record label people and a small number of lucky folks who got tickets at one of three Nashville record stores. I got tickets at The Groove (tickets were also available at Grimey's and Vinyl Tap)
They performed every song on Weathervanes and then 24 Frames and Cover Me Up as the 'encore'.
Some elements of the night that stand out:
The crowd was so friendly and happy and feeling lucky to be in the room.
Doors were 6:00, show was schedule to start at 7:00 and they took the stage at around 7:30.
They played all the songs but not in the order that they appear on the album.
The band sounded incredible. I'd seen a couple other shows at East Side Bowl before and it's a good sounding room - it was at its best for this show.
When We Were Close was excellent - afterwards, he said that that song was for a close friend (obviously JTE, though no naming him).
Jason's voice sounds top-form. I could not believe how he nailed Middle of the Morning. I got a short video, but I'm not sure how to post it.
Miles live is every bit as brilliant as you'd imagine - better probably.
Anna Butterss filled in for Jimbo - she slotted in perfectly and sounded great. There was a little ammo-locker looking thing on Chad's drum riser that had Jimbo Hart stenciled on it.
I can't remember which song it was - maybe White Berretta - at the end, Jason said that he missed a note in the solo and could they do those bars again - we all got a good laugh and they dove right in at that exact part of the song - he muffed it again and they all tried again and he nailed it on the third try. I bring it up because it was endearing and fun and funny but more importantly, it highlighted just how amazing this band and these songs are. They all felt like instant JI400U classics. I've seen him live more than 30 times now, even going back to DBT days, but as a solo artist, at Grimey's in clubs, every Ryman residency and more. They sound better than ever. Tight and also musical. Innovative and also familiar. Loud and also sensitive in every way.
I'm still pinching myself. If I can figure it out, I'll add the other pics - I took a lot.
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2023.06.10 21:30 Nekyn_Alb Lies of P Demo: Gameplay and Style Review (just a whole lot of spoilers, be warned)

Style and Narrative

The game looks excellent, from small clutter to massive building fronts. Every street corner is packed with traces of human life ripped apart by the puppet uprising without being stuffed, floating furniture or badly aligned windows are rare, although they do exist here and there. That's completely fine, it happens in every game and often more obviously than here.
Areas are interconnected nicely, although not particularly complex so far. Being able to climb to another level here and there and not dying for jumping off a low roof is good fun.
The hub is not too large, has a lovely atmosphere, and you can see from the stargazer teleport which (additional?) NPCs are in it. Being able to groove with sad tunes is a great design choice. When talking to NPCs however, I have to ask: why can't I talk to them from any direction and why do they take such long pauses between their lines when every other readable prompt disappears two seconds too early?
Favorite NPC confirmed already.
In many aspects, I find the game too derivative of Bloodborne. Blatantly so, to be honest. Stalkers are hunters, puppets are beasts, both appear to be bereft of humanity. Workshops are workshops, Sophia is a firekeeper (with standard greeting!), the petrification disease stands in for a beast plague driving victims mad, the aesthetic and layout of the city is vaguely adjacent to Yharnam--not gothic of course, but bridges and plazas and carriages and boxes are all so strongly reminiscent that I sometimes felt like recognizing Cleric Beast's bridge, Gascoigne's summoning spot or Arianna's alley. Ergo and otherworldly materials will probably develop into an alien influence adjacent to BB's Great Ones and the arcane cosmic.
But don't fret, the original story elements possess some intrigue of their own. Next to the mystery of maddened puppets, it appears we will come across fairy-like influences that explain the origin of Geppetto's automaton vision, which has been wiped from at least two puppets' minds.
The petrification disease could also be interesting. I am not sure if it comes from the puppets yet, maybe an influence of their ergo, but having more cause of chaos than brutal mayhem is always good.
I always love me a good critique of large companies, so the different depictions of how they influence Krat's life on the large and small scale are welcomed. Soulslikes tend to struggle to put meaning behind their copies, but here I can already posit theories, like the struggle representing P's drive to gain a speck of humanity.
Hooray for making the dingy Daedalians blow up, boo for implying that Venigni is going to be a rad wheel-spinning robogrinder instead of the greedy loser he is meant to be. Knowing the genre, he's probably going to end up mad anyways though.
P should be voiced. No reason not to, really. He is a character with development, not a blank slate. FromSoft allowed Sekiro to speak, you don't have to cling to other titles' concepts.


So you don't think I'm *just* salty, here's my Souls Cred (I'm a bit proud of these, fight me): Finished DS1, DS3, BB, Sekiro & Elden Ring, the middle three several times, and recently beat DS3+Ashes at SL1. I gave up on my BL4 and No Beads Runs halfway through because I hate getting one-shot. On my first playthrough, I beat every (and I mean every) ER boss bar five in less than 10 tries. I like these games a lot and would like to believe that I know what I'm talking about.
Let's start with the compliments!
Enemies appear in plentiful sizes and shapes with interesting models and varied move sets. Regular puppets have a fun amount of health and deal dangerous but not overwhelming damage.
P's quickly unlocked weapons are equally versatile, even if they only seem to have two light/heavy attacks each. For the most part, they feel appropriately weighty and I never noticed a swing being too fast or slow. Reassembling weapon parts can be strange because the handle determines the moveset, so a blunt mace head might adopt a rapier's quick stabs. Funny enough to not be off-putting.
P himself moves adequately well. He doesn't slip too easily from the thin catwalks bridging Krat's roofs and turns quickly. Same for the camera, this is the first game in a while where I didn't crank the sensitivity up to 8.
Dogs don't teleport. Good dogs.
I skimmed most of the tutorials because they are just Souls mechanics, but they do a fine job of explaining the basics. Being able to see that you have enough ergo by the number becoming blue is a wonderful idea.
The skills seem to be fairly extensive and might allow for a solid build once you get far enough. They should be unlocked earlier though.
There is a rewarding amount of items strewn throughout the world and even the frequent sawtooth cog drops feel nice. It's cool to have something to trigger traps with from afar!
Dropping ergo in front of the boss room is very kind and a good conclusion when you hand the player infinite homeward bones with the watch.
I like the pulse cell regain through attacking. Could go a bit faster though, you don't have that many to begin with.
I've seen this arrangement somewhere before and I don't know where :(
And now we get to the detailed negatives, much of which comes down to the ever-maligned frame data.
Parrying needs a few more frames. Maybe guard should linger on its own instead of being spammable. Since they basically do not have to recover after a parry, slower weapons get one hit in, then they strike again and hyper armor through anything, even charged heavy attacks. This does not feel good by being unresponsive to player actions. Where's my reward for nailing three perfect parries in a row? And why do I sometimes take damage after I get the SUCCESS vibration and ping? Even red attacks shouldn't knock me down and punish me for perfect parrying.
Perhaps there should also be an indicator like Sekiro's red kanji, whose fading tells you when to act. The red sparks only tell you that a special attack is coming sometime in the next five seconds. Subverting Sekiro's kanji into not being able to *dodge* the red attack is also an odd choice, since you can dodge it with proper spacing. Without mikiri counter or jumps it only leaves parrying, and again, odd choice. The game didn't need this feature, considering...
Dodge has no travel distance and struggles to actually *dodge*. I am fine with limited iframes, but if I can't move out of an enemies range with two dodges, I question why I even have the ability.
Another factor for the insufficient dodge is how little Capacity improves your carry weight. If I want to stay under 29% for a somewhat acceptable dodge, I can't use a club AND armor pieces. The legion arm was thrown right out because of how heavy it is.
Strongly delayed attacks a la Elden Ring are just annoying. Malfunctioning puppets have an actual reason for doing it, but it's not natural. You have to memorize attack patterns instead of reacting to them. Waiting three seconds for an attack to come down in an instant feels weird.
The waiting game makes for a lackluster combination of Bloodborne and Sekiro. There need to be larger windows between attacks for heavy weapons and less recovery after striking back.
The weapon durability system isn't very appealing to me. The game moves too fast for this tactical element, which would work better in something paced like earlier Souls titles. Bouncing off the opponent with everything, including weapon arts, is *bad*. That's not how durability works or should be represented. Just make me deal less damage instead of stealing my turn for surviving until the end of the fight. You also forget about it because the areas are too short for your weapon to degrade noticeably.
Take a closer look at that snout!
The stronger watchmen feel like they have too much health (I was level 30 with a balanced build + rapier at the end). Not a lot too much, but their resistance could be lowered for more enjoyable mini bosses inbetween areas of enemies.
Dummy traps could last about 1.5 seconds less.
Why do you only get rally on chip damage? There is no lore reason like in Bloodborne, and I doubt there could be any that would make sense for it to be restricted to blocked attacks. Enemies (bosses!) should not have access to rally, period.
Enemies feel like they have block or jagged models/boxes that won't let me pass. When P collides with them, they stick instead of sliding past each other, which often meant that I was stuck right in the enemy's weapon arm. This is particularly obnoxious with long-limbed bosses, who will just trap me with their left arm and attack with the right. Because of the long dodge recovery, I can't adjust after this happens either.
Why are there six enemies with what appears to be instant parry next to each other? Give that to one or two in a group, otherwise you'll be ganked (completely fine) and an attempt to strike back after parrying one enemy will be punished.
Watchman Paarl leaves shock traps that sometimes hit you as soon as you get up, making it an unnecessary double punishment. He also has two very fast attacks with barely any windup that are inconsistent with his regular attack speed (and another fast one that winds up for about 2.5 seconds). Since all his strikes are either right-left windup while crouching or standing, they and the grab are difficult to distinguish.
Since all his larger attacks place him right on top of you (slams and Sonic slam), he can just combo any attack from there and hits. The grab often caught me because of our models sticking together when I tried to dodge after such a slam or a shock trap. The grab also reaches too far and has unintuitive windup-followup, which messes with dodge timings too hard for an early enemy.
Speaking of shock traps, the radial burst with random lightning bolts surrounded by a ring of lightning doesn't feel fair. Where am I supposed to dodge with my half-inch frolicking steps? Run startup is too long to flee, what fires first is hard to foresee. And when he decides to do another Paarl burst right after, which doesn't have the appropriate charge before blowing up, you've just eaten three to five attacks without seeing any of them.
I enjoyed my time a lot, some improvements and this'll be great!
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2023.06.10 21:11 yournailsupplier Nail polishes are harmful to the nails.

Nail polishes are harmful to the nails.

Nail coatings are harmful to the natural nail.

Nail coatings do not injure the nail plate, and any damage to the nail is usually the consequence of poor application and/or removal. If the nail plate beneath the augmentation is significantly thinner than the area of fresh nail growth, this acrylic powders definitely suggests that excessive filing with a manual or electric file has occurred. The bulk of nail plate damage found in salons is caused by overly forceful filing. This is not limited to low-cost salons; it also occurs in high-end salons and is suggestive of a poorly trained nail worker.

The moisture content of nails is increased by nail coatings.

If the nail plates are not much thinner after removal yet feel extremely flexible, this does NOT mean the nails are "weaker." Instead, this is a transient effect caused by the nail plate's elevated moisture content. Nail coatings raise the moisture content of the plate by 10-15%, which can continue up to 12-24 hours after coating removal; after that, the moisture content and rigidity of the nail plate revert to normal.


Things to avoid in improper removal

When the nail surface has dry-looking white patches, it is frequently due to incorrect removal, such as scraping or stripping nail coatings from the nail plate. Even a few minutes of soaking the natural nail in acetone or water will temporarily soften the surface, making it more vulnerable to injury from wooden or nail supplys metal objects that pry, press, or force the remaining residual nail coats from the nail plate. Instead, a good rule to follow is, "Use the utmost care for 60 minutes after immersing natural nails in any liquid for more than 60 seconds."
Other types of damage, such as onycholysis, are frequently produced by poor filing or removal techniques.
Infections do occur, but they are uncommon and readily avoidable with proper cleaning and disinfection. The facts are that when artificial enhancements or coatings are applied, maintained, and removed by an educated, talented, and knowledgeable nail expert, nail supplies they will not damage the nail! The great majority of damaged nail plates are the result of incorrect use, such as overfiling and/or scraping the nail plate to remove materials, or client nail abuse, such as picking or prying off nail coverings.
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2023.06.10 21:05 yournailsupplier Have my nails changed color?

Have my nails changed color?
How many times have you received a message from a client stating that their nails have turned a different color or have become stained?
I'm expecting a lot!

1. Why is this the case?

The following are the most typical causes of nail color changes:
Tanning solutions, either during application acrylic nail brush or wearing can stain coatings cleaning products dye from fabrics (new garments that haven't been washed much enough can easily stain the tips of nails that have a coating tanning solutions, either during application or wearing can stain coatings cleaning items.

2. A good topcoat and capping the edge can help to prevent this.

BUT!!!!! Are your coatings properly cured? Only porous coatings are susceptible to this, so consider the possibility that your coatings are not adequately cured!!

Because undercured coatings are extremely porous, this could be the culprit! Your UV lamp could be getting old, or it could be mismatched. This blog explains things to look for when purchasing a light.

3. Is your UV lamp functioning properly?

It is possible to avoid having your nails change color.
When this happens, it is inconvenient acrylic nail brushes for everyone, but it is largely avoidable.
A buff-off (rather than a soak-off) method Topcoat can help because it is less porous and can act as a protection.
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2023.06.10 20:57 cozy_sweatsuit Best SHORT (and small) press-on nails?

I think I basically need press-ons for kids but I haven’t been able to find any that aren’t already decorated. I like to decorate them myself.
I got some Una Gella “extra short” press ons from Amazon, and while they are technically shorter than the laughable Kiss “sport length,” they’re still longer than I’d like. And as usual half the case is just going to end up in a landfill because I have pretty small nail beds and can only use the tiniest ones.
I really just want nails that are a HAIR longer than the tip of my finger and also nicely shaped. My natural nails break like crazy and nail polish chips off them in literally less than a day, not exaggerating, so press one are the only way to have nails that aren’t scraggly and decrepit.
Is there some kind of specialty site where I can get small, super super short, square shaped blank press ons?
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2023.06.10 20:50 Difficult_Earth9424 Decided to try shaping my natural nails into a sharp almond shape, took ages! Wearing Fancy Gloss’ Purple starlight (flash & no flash). Last photo is 2 weeks wear of their Blueberry Cheesecake on my previously coffin shaped nails.

Decided to try shaping my natural nails into a sharp almond shape, took ages! Wearing Fancy Gloss’ Purple starlight (flash & no flash). Last photo is 2 weeks wear of their Blueberry Cheesecake on my previously coffin shaped nails. submitted by Difficult_Earth9424 to u/Difficult_Earth9424 [link] [comments]

2023.06.10 20:49 IamParked Open Letter to Myatt's Fields Park Project (discrimination against volunteers)

Open Letter to Myatt's Fields Park Project (discrimination against volunteers)
To Myatt's Fields Park Project - Chair, Executives, Staff and Trustees,
when I was brought along to Myatt's by a neighbour in the summer 2022, I thought this might be a place where I can continue to heal while learning to deal with workplace related issues in a SAFE environment to re-learn getting back into work. I spent years isolated in traumatic grief and having had to look after my parents one-by-one until they deteriorated each with dementia and their own trauma and grief. Burying my dad next to my brother, never imagined I would not be able to bury my mum a few years later during the pandemic lockdown.
I thought I could get out of isolation, back into working with people in a safe place until I'm ready to get back into “proper” employment” again. I was wrong.
I have lost my family one by one over the last 8 years. My brother's death was extremely traumatic. And as this didn't seem enough for the universe, the pandemic had to hinder me burying my mum. Lost my job, am still unable to work without getting triggered of workplace bullying and anxiety attacks. Losing my mental health. Losing hope. Getting up with the end of my life on my mind and going to bed with the end of my life on my mind. Like in Ricky Gervais Netflix series “Afterlife” where he plays a widow who always keeps his “Superpower”, that if everything fails, he just skips out of life. I have nothing to lose anymore and live with my Superpower.
I made mistakes, tried to rectify it, but failed again. I understand that people everywhere are overwhelmed. Anybody's story of loss, trauma, sickness is uncomfortable for society and for people who are either healthy, in the middle of life, or successfully overcame trauma, loss and illness. And anyone who feels they dealt better with loss and trauma makes the mistake to compare themselves to other sufferers. Don't cross that line!
But the more grief and trauma one has, the more society wants them silent. I am not silent, I CAN'T be silent because of HOW everything unfolded and how I was left alone in the worst time of my life. No initial support, no help and the deep blackness of trauma.
A Stern Rebuke to a charity enlisting volunteers for “Well-being”
Are you Myatt's not embarrassed and ashamed of yourselves in how you treat, not only free labour (volunteers), but volunteers with mental and physical health issues? Are you not ashamed of yourselves? NOT inducting volunteers. NOT doing health and needs checks. And then quickly fixing things after it was called out by the very volunteer who is fncked up mentally, whoom you try to get rid of, and seems to care more about safety then all of you combined!
We current and former volunteers have NO rights like paid employees have. And the Myatt's Fields Park Project has been THE WORST volunteer experience in my life. Yes, you are THE MOST generous (trips, Sunday lunch, vegetables, teaching on plants etc.) which I mentioned in my other blog. But what is that if as a volunteer I feel my dignity stepped upon and for staff to not want me to be there as it's inconvenient for them?
I have volunteered most of my life since my late teens in different countries and many different projects: working with the homeless, with the elderly in art/painting sessions in nursing homes, helping support free services (free haircuts, manicures, meals) with dignity to sex workers and their children, free clean-ups after hurricane debris and fallen trees in people's yards etc. etc. etc.
The Myatt's Fields Park Project had me so hurt at times that my mental health took a nose-dive again. And for that I suffer further discrimination as if it was my fault feeling distressed! It has led me to the decision to never ever give my free time, skill, experience ever again to any charity or general project. I've had enough after years of volunteering and the last experience with Myatt's.
Are you not ashamed of yourselves to take advantage of volunteers while your staff sit for hours every week in the office in winter or the cool depot space in summer while volunteers outside labour away in the sun, cold and rain? Some who are a little older outside, unsupervised and in danger to suffer health issues. A stroke, heart attack etc. at an higher age can happen any time! Are you paid staff members not ashamed?!
Are you not ashamed of yourselves for bad-mouthing a paid colleague and even worse some volunteers, and also bad-mouthing volunteer to other volunteers?
Are you not ashamed to rush an elderly volunteer with walking difficulties on the day-trips to the point the volunteer couldn't sleep at night for fear they'd be late for the next trip, and then tell me as a volunteer who was concerned for the person that I should relax and not take control. Or as you all knew from the beginning that I have PTSD and triggers, that if I'm triggered that I should not come to trips. Are you not ashamed? Have you read the Equality Act on dignity?
The amount of times I was hurt in my dignity and another volunteer being stressed about Fab. talking for hours with most of us sitting there bored, in silence and getting headaches from the one-man show. Are you not ashamed?
Apathy on Safety Issues
When I pointed out serious health and safety concerns between summer 2022 and spring 2023:
Nails/screws sticking out of a shelf on eye-level, almost poking my eye when I put blue paper into the dispenser underneath the shelf, as we never had anything to dry our hands with and no staff member acting on these issues. Your 2 staff members (volunteer coordinator and greenhouse manager) just seeming clueless (or careless?), not even knowing where a tool box is upon request to pull the nails and screws out. Both staff who work at Myatt's one for 4 years, the other for 10 years and they tell me the don't know if Myatt's have a tool box! Me having to raise this with Tori again and bring my OWN hammer from home with the “fork” to pull out all the nails/screws in the presence of Tori.
I really did and do care that NO-ONE gets injured by things that can be avoided! You Myatt's fields executives can afford private health care, WE volunteers rely on the broken NHS if we get injured! I am currently not even climbing a 4 step-ladder to avoid any unnecessary accidents to not have to wait 5 hours to be seen in A&E. I REALLY care that people and myself don't get hurt! Do you? Or is all this just for show to look good with the government and sponsors? For me to raise for WEEKS that there's poo smeared on the public lady's toilet wall. Raising this with Ra. as the volunteer coordinator and my direct “line manager”, who as usual just guessed that this might be under Lambeth Council, but didn't action on it whatsoever.
Me not being inducted for a year, not knowing who's who and who to report things to! Four weeks later the poo still being there and yet AGAIN going to Ra's line manager Tori to find out how this can be removed as this is not only a health risk, but plainly disgusting! Only then I was informed to pass this on to the Park Manager El. who's now also the Health and Safety Manager / interim Director.
Then it got fixed. And only then I learnt who to go to for safety issues. I could of just ignored everything like you all do! What an inconvenience I am for Myatt's. Are you not ashamed that a volunteer cared more about safety issues than staff do? Pointing out to Tori several safety issues like blocked/hidden fire extinguishers. Tori didn't seem bothered too much either and asked me what could happen fire-wise there. As I was standing next to the fridges and freezers I pointed to those and reminded Tori that Grenfell Tower fire happened from a refrigerator. Her facial expression then showed that the penny finally dropped. To have to explain to upper leadership of Myatt's that ANYTHING can happen to ANYONE at ANYTIME for ANY reason is beyond me! And the absolute MINIMUM we can do is eliminate these safety issues I mention above and below.
The kitchen oven that started the fire alarm. The following week a person from the community cooked and approached Ra. that the oven needs cleaning as it could cause a fire. Ra. just with a “shrugging-shoulder” attitude as usual saying that a professional cleaner might have to come in, and that was that. No further action or passing it on to whoever responsible to fix things. So, I passed it on again having been there the previous week when the fire alarm went off thinking they just overcooked the chicken, but now I leanrt it was due to the oven not being cleaned and covered in burnt debris. I raised this with Tori AGAIN, who to my shock then told me I shouldn't listen to the lady who cooked and raised this SERIOUS safety issue. I was shocked yet again on Myatt's apathetic attitude towards serious health and safety issues.
But as Tori saw my urgency in this, pointing out that if an EHO would visit, Myatt's would not be doing well, the Park Manager then went to work and things got fixed within short time. ONLY mentioning the government checks got the message across, NOT health and safety issues, not people potentially getting hurt. No, only government gets the message across. After everything got fixed, Myatt's then contacted Lambeth Council to do a check, and received 5 stars. Bravo! But as Fab. continued to cook despite being told not to due to poor hygiene, and me being so stupid again to raise this again, the procedure got started to get rid of me.
Let a volunteer help you put things in place that YOU Myatt's neglected, then look good in the public, and Tori leaving with a clean slate, and then get rid of me who helped you raise the standard and create a safer space for all. Are you not ashamed of yourselves?! Ra. lying across the dining room table to get a free massage from a person who occasionally volunteers but has their partner going through cancer treatment caring for family. Are you not ashamed of yourself?
Tori's words to me when I raised issues being rebuked, talked bad about, sent out as Fab. Was angry, “As long as the results come out”. In other words, as long as the mission to get vegetables and seedlings etc. to the community, you close your eyes to what your staff, especially the greenhouse manager do, no matter how upset volunteers get.
I always wondered why Fab. kept some vegetables, especially large ones out on the depot floor for weeks and weeks until they started rotting, instead of giving those to the community and/or volunteers in this cost-of-living crisis. It took me almost a year of observance that this might be because he might want to portray to Myatt's that he is “producing” vegetables, while in reality the garden outside often looked very meek.
For staff and trustees to vote to give me a letter of warning, jumping over stage 1 straight int stage 2 going against your own policy and using an “expired” (forgiven) incidence to start the procedings to get rid of me because the Health & Safety Manager was upset when I mentioned the Food Gov should I get food poisoning again. Are you not ashamed?
And then I raised a grievance on this as you went against your own policy while trying to penalise me for going agsint your policy which I didn't even know. And grievance hearing held by your new Development Manager Pat. In such a dodgy and flawed way, bombarding me with questions, some questions irrelevant to throw me off course and not get to the grievance against Myatt's itself. This was a TYPICAL toxic corporate HR hearing to protect the organisation, no matter how much the volunteer suffers. This leading me to a breakdown in the hearing as I was triggered from the workplace bullying and HR meetings I went through. The way Pat. handled the hearing was BRUTAL, cold, careless, gaslighting and flawed. No compassion from Pat. and El. the note taker who should have never been present in the meeting as she was part of the grievance. Not allowed to read and sign the hearing notes at the end of the hearing, as is usual in grievance hearings. Later that evening me contemplating to end my life and falling back into mental health problems I thought I overcame.
Are you not ashamed of yourselves?!
Maybe you paid staff, executives and trustees should humble yourselves and come down from your high horse and stop pretending to have integrity and honesty “as best as possible”. You have shown no honesty and no integrity! Maybe you should reflect on HOW any volunteer might feel and what bad treatment could do to and with them mentally and physically.
I don't pretend to have integrity and honesty “as best as I can”. I HAVE integrity and honesty! I don't need to write it down anywhere because I LIVE it!
You didn't and don't deserve volunteers like me who truly CARE about safety issues and making people feel welcome. You don't deserve volunteers in general. You don't deserve free labour in your systemic attitude towards safety issues as well as volunteers with mental and/or physical health issues. You don't deserve any of us. And I and other volunteers deserve better.
We already have no rights, no or little money, often no health. We scrap by financially and with health issues and hope that the little bit we give in our free time could help us heal somewhat. You should be ashamed!
I updated the ADHD vs Narcissism blog as this was a thorn in your eye even though I never mentioned Myatt's. I mention you now! The grievance hearing had me over the edge and gave me the final pain in my dignity and mental health struggles, and I will now speak openly.
I do again sincerely apologize for any mistakes and text/email I did. But I will also not continue apologizing.
I have lost everything dear and important to me. But I have not lost my voice, and will always use my voice after trying EVERYTHING internally. I am a free person as best as I can be in my anxieties, hopelessness, triggers, mental boundaries with PTSD … and I use whatever freedoms I have been granted under the law. And I will express myself, I will explain my struggles, I will share my traumas, my losses, my experiences until the last day.
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2023.06.10 20:27 nat13at I have committed violinist sin

I have committed violinist sin
I, like most violinists, have short nails but mine are also extremely bitten because of anxiety so for graduation I got acrylics, and now I can't play 😂 it's ok I already played my spring concert
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2023.06.10 19:54 artecomet Thinking aboit starting to do my own at home. Need tips pls

Its too expensive to get acrylics done every two weeks but i love having them and they help me with my skin picking disorder.
I want to start doing then myself at home, i think i would be good at it. But i dont know what exactly i need and dont need, and i dont know what brands i should support. My nail tech said young nails but that is super expensive so i would probably only get their acrylic powder, monomer, and brush. Everything else i would try to find somewhere else.
If anyone can help answer some questions i have that would be wonderful. Like what grit file do i need? Do i rly need a drill? What primer do i get? What else do i need?
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2023.06.10 19:54 Spiderenity Japan's reaction to killugon

As a chronic user of Japanese twitter and reddit i want to give a piece of my mind and cover things that haven't been discussed much here. Sorry in advance for terrible english.
I see the question of 'did togashi write gon as a love interest of killua' is constantly brought up and causing debate in western sites(including this one) but the general consensus in Japan is that while killugon(or gonkiru) isn't necessarily an official ship, togashi is famously a gay-ish material writer and has a wife that writes gay comics so it would not come as a surprise.
This may sound like something to brush off, but hear me out- togashi's first work plagiarized a gay manga. YuYu Hakusho had gay characters and one of them was influenced by a character from Patalliro, another gay manga. Level E had a MTF trans character. He once pitched an idea for a comic that got rejected and the main cast consisted of gay and trans characters(google trouble quartet). And most importantly there are already canonically gay characters in hxh namely nanika and hisoka.
For some killugon shippers the scene in book 31 where hisoka confirms gon is killua's 最も愛している者(the person that he loves the most) has put a nail to the coffin to the confusion. Therefore there is somewhat a hint towards a deeper relationship in togashi's original work besides Phantom Rouge and the 2011 anime(which both blatantly ship gonkiru). If this is insufficient there are of course other suspicious scenes i won't bother to list.
Personally I think it's up to your interpretation but it's safe to say togashi knew what he wanted the fandom to think or at least suspect.
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2023.06.10 19:39 Mundane_Ad_5288 The biggest flaw in rdr2 is how quick Dutch disregards Arthur for Micah,

As mentioned in the lore, Micah has only been running with the gang for 6 months maybe a year. Arthur has been in it for 20. Even up until they get back from guarma Dutch seems to still respect and value Arthur’s advice even if he doesn’t follow it. So in chapter 6 all the secret conversations with Micah and Dutch just seem like we missed a key event. And Dutch’s bewilderment to Arthur insisting is the final nail in the coffin. Micah must have an impeccable silver tongue (better than trelawny or hosea) to pull that one on Dutch. But I can’t see how Dutch favors such a new member over a man he raised for 20 years.
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2023.06.10 19:37 IStaredIntoTheAbyss Missing Primarchs Theories


What we know about this one is that he was the third to be found, was around for nearly a century without issue, and was purged during the Rangdan Xenocides. From Fulgrim we learn that he was quiet and reserved, and from Fabius that he went to the Ymga Monolith early into the crusade for unknown reasons.
We also know he probably didn't outright rebel against the imperium, and that he and XI nearly pulled something off that would have crippled the imperium for its numerous enemies to finish off (Chamber at the End of Memory)
From the incident with the original Soul Drinkers (confirmed not rogal dorn's geneseed), we can guess that either Primarch II or XI was a humanitarian that fought for the emperor's ideals rather than the imperium or the emperor himself.
Given that Emps made the primarchs to serve roles in pairs (Dorn and Perturabo, Lion and Alpharius, Lion and Horus, Lorgar and Sanguinius, etc) we have two roles that only single primarchs serve, being the apothecary (was supposed to be Angron) and anti-chaos weapon (Magnus)
I'm going to guess that II was the apothecary, for reasons I will explain in XI's section


What we know about this one is that his legion had extremely unstable geneseed, a potentially tainted recruitment world, and his legion was purged by the wolves and custodes.
Argel Tal and a few other word bearers were given a vision of the emperor's gene-labs where the XI primarch is singled out as still being "pure and innocent" Since we know that he didn't rebel, and the vision being granted by a daemon means that he couldn't have turned towards chaos, I'm going to guess that XI was driven insane and sociopathic. This is supported by the Angel being a mix of all 20 primarchs, and that guy was uncontrollable and exterminated the population of planets for the crime of not being perfect enough, which even monsters like Perturabo and Konrad would hesitate to do.
We also know that the strongest anti-chaos legions the emperor had got the worst mutations, and the XI legion had mutations so bad that they were constantly short-staffed and failed the qualification for being a legion. This is why I say XI was a powerful psyker and counterpart to Magnus.
If we look for modern chapters with very strong anti-chaos behavior, we come up with the Destroyers and the Exorcists, but they have geneseed that's a lot more stable. Hmm...


By the time the XI primarch was found, his legion had so few marines they had to stay with another legion, like the Emperor's Children stuck with Horus. The XI legion was deployed alongside the II during the Rangdan Xenocides. We also know that the lost primarchs were "separate tragedies"
And an incident in some Alpha Legion files points to a place called Labryk Polaris, that points to attempts to replicate or even supercede the emperor's genecraft.
I'm going to guess that II, being an apothecary and partly responsible for the deteriorating XI legion, was attempting to stabilize the geneseed and make more marines. I'm also going to guess that he, in desperation, consorted with Xenos and either allowed his legion to be compromised or sold imperial secrets for their help.
He succeeded in somewhat stabilizing XI's geneseed but the situation was rapidly spiraling out of control and giving a lot of power to the Rangda, who were already capable of destroying the galaxy.
The first thing would have resulted in orders to cease, but the second thing necessitated that the II primarch was blammed, or at least removed from a role in the crusade.
The XI legion, now with stable geneseed, was a lot more able to pop exterminatus like candy in their hatred of chaos and aliens and their primarch was purged (or removed from crusading) for being completely uncontrollable and destructive.
Malcador and Emps then decided to commit damnatio memoraie and wipe them from records. Which is partly forgiving them, as their misdeeds were also forgotten.


They may not be dead. Remember, the Angel was kept in a stasis coffin, not put through a shredder.
There's no reason to just kill off your useful tools once you're done with them, especially not a powerful anti-chaos weapon and potential golden throne operator. XI may be being kept underneath the palace as "Subject XI" (Custodes codex 9E).
Their legions were taken in by the others, mostly the Ultramarines and Imperial Fists. If there's a modern chapter with suspicious behavior, it may belong to the Lost Primarchs. As previously mentioned, for II there's the original Soul Drinkers, and for XI there's the Exorcists and the Destroyers.
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2023.06.10 19:35 karamielkookie Sticky Gel Polish Everywhere?

I’m super messy and disorganized. I didn’t close some of my gel polishes properly and there is sticky gel polish on a lot of my products. When I try to use acetone it just gets everywhere and makes things worse and also dissolves all the labels. Can someone give me advice on how to clean everything off?
Bonus if anyone knows how to open a jar of acrylic that is stuck closed (probably a bead of acrylic with monomer got stuck in the grooves or the cap)
Super bonus, I do my acrylic nails at home. I’m self taught. Is each 80/80 grit nail file like one time use? Do I just throw the file away after? It feels so wasteful but using older files takes forever with shaping.
Thank you!
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2023.06.10 19:34 Dinoboy225 Neo Cretaceous Timeline: Neogene

The second period of the Cenozoic, the Neogene saw the world start to shape into the way of the present. The Neogene in general had a much more stable climate than the Paleogene, though there was still a notable cooling trend that peaked at the end, causing the first Pleistocene Ice Age.
The Miocene was a time of recovery for the planet, as the world was recovering from the Late Paleogene mass extinction, the climate was finally starting to stabilize, and appeared noticeably cooler than the hothouse of the late Paleogene. Soon enough, the stage was set for a new chapter in the history of life.
Though deserts were still widespread, it was not as hot and far more wet at the beginning of the Neogene, and as a result, the deserts quickly shrunk throughout the period.
In North America and Asia, this period is often called “The Age of Raptors”, due to the great diversity of the dromeosaurs. With the tyrannosaurs gone, and with the unstable climate of the Paleogene finally starting to level off, dromeosaurs started to grow into giants, and the 29 foot long Archoraptor from about 22 million years ago in the Early Miocene, not even 5 million years after the end of the Paleogene, shows that the dromeosaurs wasted no time grabbing hold of the top predator niche. The largest of these “Mega Dromeosaurs” was Borealoraptor, who at 36 feet long and 5 tons, was about as big as the Jurassic Allosaurus.
In South America and Africa, Spinosaurids were also experiencing a new age, carcharodontosaurs were eliminated in the two continents and left exclusive to Asia as a result of the extinction, and that allowed spinosaurids an opportunity to fill in the spot of terrestrial predators, a chance they very quickly took, with forms like the Amazonian Bulbsnout appearing 17 million years ago, a success story that lives into the present. Other forms also started appearing, with Suchodontosaurus being one of the largest carnivores of all time.
In Africa, Spinosaurids started taking a different direction. Instead of becoming bulkier and heavier built, they took inspiration from the carcharodontosaurids, developing more gracile and agile forms such as Hamonychus, with many leaving their old water-dwelling ways behind.
Despite so many new land based Spinosaurs, some still stuck to their roots as semiaquatic fish eaters, with many such as the Gojirasuchus becoming more adept swimmers. This is also where false Shark whales have their roots, with Carcharomimus from about 13 million years ago being the earliest known.
Despite being confined to Eastern Asia, Carcharodontosaurids still stayed relatively common, Dinodontosaurus was one of the most well known ones, likely thanks to having the longest known teeth of any theropod, barely beating out Tyrannosaurus and the European Bulbsnout at 14 inches long compared to 12 inches and 12.5 inches respectively, definitely earning the animal the name “terrible toothed lizard”.
Sauropods on the other hand were on a steady decline throughout the period, being restricted to North America, evidently having been knocked back off their game by the Paleogene extinction. Only 2 species are known to have reached the proportions of their predecessors, those being Ornithocephalusaurus and Gravicaudasaurus.
Around 9 million years ago, there was a strange event known as the Neogene Oxygen Spike, where oxygen levels suddenly nearly doubled in the span of just one million years. While the relatively sudden rise in oxygen went unnoticed for most continents, in Australia this lead to the rise of the arthropods. Already the dominant land animals as a result of both dinosaurs and most other reptiles going extinct on the continent, the sudden rise in oxygen allowed them to grow to sizes they haven’t seen since the Carboniferous.
Springtrap centipedes, at around 11 feet long and weighing nearly a quarter of a ton, are the largest known arthropods on earth and have lived until the present.
Several other arthropods attained larger sizes, with 4 foot crickets and 6 foot earwigs also known from Late Miocene Australia.
The Pliocene was noticeably cooler than the preceding Miocene, due to lower amounts of CO2 in the atmosphere. This cooling trend eventually resulted in the End Neogene Glaciation, which kickstarted the Ice Ages.
This period signaled the beginning of the end for the Age of Raptors. Around 3 million years ago, a land bridge temporarily formed, connecting North and South America. This allowed animals from South America to migrate into North America, namely the Spinosaurs.
The arrival of the Spinosaurs proved to be the nail in the coffin for the Mega Dromeosaurs, and they were likely out-competed for food by the southern invaders, and by the start of the Pleistocene, only 3 species of Mega Dromeosaur were left, Ferrunychus, Gravinychus, and Titanoraptor, and all of these were found in southern Canada, where the Spinosaurs hadn’t reached yet.
For the sauropods on the other hand, the formation of a land bridge was their saving grace, as many species migrated into South America and diversified heavily, Serpenmimus, Poseidosaurus, and Stegoplodocus are examples of this sudden radiation.
End Neogene Glaciation
The Neogene concluded with the End Neogene Glaciation, also known as the Pliocene-Pleistocene Glaciation. This was nowhere near as bad as the glaciation that kicked off the Paleogene, these ice caps only only extended down to about where Maine is, and in the Southern Hemisphere, they likely extended far enough to gently graze the southern coast of Australia.
The ice age is the first one of the Quaternary and is thought to have lasted nearly 70,000 years.
Unlike the Paleogene Ice age, this one isn’t associated with any significant extinction events, but the drop in sea levels likely caused a land bridge to form between North America and Asia, allowing North American animals to migrate into the larger continent and diversify further.
*A/N: nothing really to say here other than the fact that I decided to nerf the sizes of Australian arthropods, so Springtrap Centipedes are more in line with a mid sized alligator rather than a saltwater crocodile.
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2023.06.10 19:00 SkittishReflections I was Forced to Live a Nightmare

When you're rich enough, you get perks you can only dream of. Literally. But somehow, my paradise turned into hell.
Have you ever had a dream so amazing, you wished you could relive it? Explore it? Relish it? Well, when you're rich enough, you don't have to wish. It's a reality thanks to dream banks. You may have heard of them and their pricy services, which include recording, saving, and projecting dreams.
For example, if you'd like a dream recorded, you can book one of their luxurious suites for the night, where the dream techs will fit you with a special helmet and leave you to rest. The next morning, they'll replay the recorded dream for you via the helmet and ask if you want to shell out the extra bucks to save it. If you don't, they'll delete it and you can pay to book for another time to try again.
If you do decide to save it, you must select an item within the dream that will act as the exit key. (This will come in handy during projections.) While still wearing the helmet, you must touch the item, and the dream techs will label those electric signals as the key.
Afterwards, everything is saved under your name, and you can now relive your dream at any time by booking a suite for three, five, or eight hours. Unlike recordings, during projections, you don't have to wait for sleep to come. After you enjoy a snack of your choice, the helmet is fitted and you're immediately transported to your dream, where you have free will and can enjoy it at your leisure. And if you ever need to leave early, this is when you touch the key, which will shut down the helmet right away.
In my case, the key is the stegosaurus leather rug I have hanging on the wall of my throne room. I never have a reason to touch it otherwise, making it a perfect key. I've also never had to touch it. Experiencing life as an all-powerful, worshipped being who lives on my own planet and hunts dinosaurs in my spare time, I relished my dream to the last second.
Yes, the fees are exorbitant, but at the time, I felt it was worth it. The techs were skilled, the system was sleek, and the dreams were private. Each could only be unlocked by the unique brainwaves of the dreamer.
Or so I thought.
My literal nightmare began when I booked a five-hour projection on a rainy Friday afternoon. After taking a sip of champagne to wash down the cranberry brie bites, I settled into the cool silk sheets with a smile. My usual dream tech smiled back as she fastened my helmet, and the last thing I heard was her wishing me pleasant dreams before I was plunged into darkness.
I waited for the split-second adjustment from reality to the dream world, and my confusion grew when I didn't find myself on my throne surrounded by fawning gods and goddesses.
Instead, I found myself in the middle of an endless street. Alone. There were no cars, no life, not even wind. Towering street lamps lined the sidewalk as far as I could see, arcing over the road and tinting everything an eerie red. Behind them, identical buildings stood side by side, silent, their dark, narrow windows hollow.
My pulse spiking, I whipped around. The other direction was just as endless. Uneasy confusion prickled beneath my skin. This had to be someone else's dream. The techs must have made a mistake. I didn't know how it was possible, but there was no other explanation.
My unease piqued as my situation sank in. I was in a stranger's dream and I didn't know the key. I was stuck here until my five hours ran out. Or until the techs realized their mistake. I was ready to rip them a new one once I was out, but until then, I had no choice but to wait.
I studied my surroundings with a frown before I walked over to the curb and sat down, and that was when I noticed I couldn't feel anything. I also noticed I was naked. It didn't matter. There was no one here, and none of this was real anyway.
Time passed, and I tried to distract myself from my nettled offense by humming, but no sound came out. Sitting up, I took a deep breath and screamed. Not even a squeak was heard. I slapped my hand against the ground. Nothing. This place was like a black hole of the senses.
Sighing, I lay down on my back and stared at the red light above me, wondering if I could fall asleep in a dream. I tried, but the more I wished to escape this silent, crimson prison, the more it seemed to come into focus. Soon, the utter lack of noise and movement grew from slightly unnerving to completely intolerable.
There was no way I could wait. I'd go insane. I had to get out of here. I had to find the key.
Jumping up, I ran to the nearest building and wrenched open the door, and a pitch black void greeted me. I gasped, and gasped again as it felt like my very breath was being suctioned out of my lungs. Panicking, silent wheezes rattled in my chest as I struggled to yank myself out of the vacuum, jerking my limbs and bucking my body until I toppled over backwards on the sidewalk.
Gulping in fitful breaths, I scrambled to my feet and ran down the road without looking back, my wide eyes scanning the horizon for salvation. I just wanted out of here, but the hellish path stretched on forever, making me feel like I was running in place as every identical building and street lamp mocked me. Even my silent stomping and mute panting served to draw insanity closer.
And then, a person showed up.
There, in the distance.
With my hope spurred, I raced towards them, desperate. I didn't care who they were. I needed to break this monotony.
As I got closer, hope morphed to confusion, and then to despair. The person was me. It was a mirror, propped up across the entire street.
Sweat-soaked, I slowed down to a jog before I stopped right in front of my reflection. It was me alright, naked, exhausted, and frustrated. But the eyes, something was off about the eyes. With an anxious frown, I stepped closer, staring into them, and they stared back …
… until they glanced behind me.
I gasped and jumped away, and so did my reflection … before it glanced over my shoulder again.
A chill trickled down my spine. My reflection had nothing behind it but the empty street, so I gulped and turned around, and my mouth fell open in a silent scream as a lovecraftian behemoth barrelled its way towards me. With its slick shell gleaming red beneath the lights, it slammed down one spiny tentacle after the other as its five mouths bared their dripping, concentric fangs.
Drenched in undiluted horror, tremors gripped my body as I stumbled away until my back was against the mirror. I knew death was a foolproof key in a dream, but I didn't know if this creature would kill me right away or leave me to suffer in agony until my five hours were up.
With it only inches away, I squeezed my eyes shut and pressed myself into the mirror, and my stomach flipped as I fell backwards. I opened my mouth to gasp, but there was nothing for me to draw in. Floating in an airless void, I flailed and thrashed, my wild eyes scanning the darkness for answers as I began to spin around.
Although death would free me, one of my greatest fears was suffocating. On one of my weightless rotations, a red, glass cube passed me by, and I grabbed it, hoping it was a breathing device. I brought it close to my face, and I gawked at what it held within.
Surrounded by identical buildings and red street lamps while a lovecraftian behemoth tore me apart.
Horrified, I threw the cube as far as I could and increased my efforts to escape this void. Yet all the flailing and thrashing was for naught as the darkness revealed no end. My eyesight began to go red as my lungs spasmed, and I clawed at my throat as my pulse stuttered in my chest.
The red kept growing and growing until it engulfed my entire vision, and I gave up. There was nothing to do but face my fears and die. With my straining heart lumbering, I let myself go limp as I stared at the red and waited.
And waited.
And waited.
I wasn't dying.
In fact, I could breathe just fine.
Frowning, I opened my eyes, and intense unease spread through my core. Above me, a red moon had taken up the entire sky, each one of its craters crystal clear, like eyes watching me. I turned my head away, and I realized I was in a park, laying down on the grass. Sitting up, I blinked in surprise at the pond right beside me, its opaque water reflecting the moon's red light. Ducks were swimming in a circle across its surface, their movements smooth with nary a splash.
Trees surrounded us, so dense I couldn't tell when one began and the other ended. It was mind-numbingly quiet here as well, and I still couldn't feel anything or make any noise, but at least the ducks were moving. This place seemed more tolerable than the last, and I was willing to wait out my five hours here. I hoped at least an hour had passed already, but with dreams, one never knew. All I knew was that I was too exhausted to search for the key. And too scared. I didn't know whose dream this was, but they had to be masochistic if they saved this nightmare.
Curling up beside the pond, I worked on calming myself down as I watched the ducks swim in their systematic circle over and over and over. I tried counting the rotations the way one would count sheep, but that still didn't lull me to sleep. I wished I'd chosen the three-hour projection, but at least I hadn't chosen the eight-hour one.
Distorted circus music crackled around me and I jolted up, my heart ricocheting in my chest. There was finally sound, but the last thing I wanted to hear was a cliche horror movie soundtrack. Gulping, I looked around. The music was coming from the trees, and my stomach dropped when I spied a shadow behind one of them. Then another. And another. They emerged into the crimson moonlight, and my blood turned to ice.
I whipped around, trembling to the rhythm of my frantic pulse. They were surrounding me. Dozens of them. As classic as any clown could be. Colorful clothes, big shoes, silly hair, exaggerated makeup. I wasn't scared of clowns, as long as they were where they belonged. And they didn't belong here, staring at me with big, empty eyes and yellow, toothy grins.
I tried to convince myself that they weren't dangerous since they didn't have weapons and didn't seem monstrous, but when they took a step closer in unison, I jumped back, nearly falling into the pond. The ducks remained oblivious, still swimming in their circle. The distorted circus music got louder, and my hair stood on end when I saw the grass ripple in front of each clown. They were sending something my way through the ground.
Panicking, I jumped into the pond, and I screamed as I sank right in. There was no bottom. There was no water either. The pond was filled with red, translucent spheres, each the size of a tennis ball. Still able to breathe, I began swimming through the spheres with clumsy breast strokes, just hoping I could end up as far away from the clowns as possible.
After swimming for what felt like enough time, I tried to swim up, until I realized I had no idea which direction I was facing. Remember a trick for those stuck in avalanches, I spat, but my glob of saliva just hovered in front of me. Before panic could set in, I noticed what looked like an office desk floating amidst the spheres in the distance. After blinking a few times to make sure it was really there, I swam towards it, desperate for any change in my situation.
It was an office desk, a wooden one with carved borders and locked drawers. Tucked beneath it was a stool, and the moment I pulled it out and set it under my ass, an office replaced the red spheres.
I grunted as gravity returned, and I looked around in bewilderment at the cluttered bookshelves and grimy floors. Dust was floating everywhere, highlighted by the red light filtering in through the blinds behind me. I jumped as a clock hanging on the wall chimed. Its glass was too dirty for me to tell the time, but I was glad I could hear. I coughed at the dust. And I could make noise. I dusted my hands. And I could feel. I could even smell, which I now wished I couldn't as I wrinkled my nose at the faint stench of rot.
After failing to read the spines of some of the books on the shelves, I studied the shadowy corners of the room. A slack-jawed skeleton hung in the far end, and a faded poster with anatomical diagrams curled off a cupboard. This had to be a doctor's office. Was the creator of this dream a doctor?
A silhouette slid in front of the frosted glass door, and I gulped as the knob began to turn. A hand reached in, gripping the edge one finger at a time, and my heart dropped as I knew this horror cliche was only going to be followed by another. Having no time to think, I slid off the stool and crouched beneath the desk, my hand over my mouth as cobwebs clung to me.
Praying spiders wouldn't swarm me, I peeked through a small slit in the wood, and I froze when an emaciated nurse walked in the room. Layers upon layers of blood coated her scrubs, so much so that I couldn't even tell what color they originally were. She had no shoes. No feet either. Just ankle stubs, and my stomach turned as I heard bone clunk against the tiles.
A surgical mask covered her face, as bloodstained as her scrubs, and grimy lab goggles obscured her eyes. I was grateful, because judging by the pus leaking out of her scabbed, balding scalp, I didn't want to know what her face looked like. The closer she got, the stronger the stench of rot became, and I struggled to keep myself from retching.
She stopped halfway into the room, and I gawked at her hands. They were transforming. Her fingers elongating into razor-edged blades. She then began to hunch over, and I cringed as her spine cracked and popped until she was as bent as a candy cane, her face staring at her pelvis.
As if that wasn't unsettling enough, her head creaked as it spun around 180 degrees, now facing the front, upside down. Right after, her arms shot to the ground, and I watched with increasing dread as she bent them at the elbows and wrists so they flanked her head like distorted T-Rex arms.
She spread her fingers out and took a few more steps towards me, and I held my breath, hoping she couldn't hear my rabid heart or smell my fear. Her ankle bones clicked and clacked against the tiles as she made her way around the desk, and I cowered as my frantic eyes searched for a weapon. I found none, but I did spy a brass button beside my head.
With her legs now an arms distance away, I had nothing to lose as I jammed my thumb into the button. The back of the desk flung open, and I scrambled to my feet and dashed out from my hiding place, screaming in response to the nurse screeching behind me. Bursting through the door, I held up my fists and began punching like a maniac in fearful anticipation of a horde of nurses swarming me.
Except I was no longer in a hospital. I was in an outdoor parking lot. Alone. And judging by the roiling red clouds, a storm was brewing. After a second to collect my bearings, I dove into the closest car, thankful it was unlocked. The moment I slammed the door shut, lightning blinded me as thunder cracked and the downpour began. Sighing in relief, I tried to shake away my adrenaline, but the bloodshot eyes in my rearview mirror reignited my panic.
Before I could react, a belt snapped over my neck, pinning my head back against the headrest. With a frightened wheeze, I clawed at the leather, and I flinched as hot, heavy breath wafted across my ear. Gagging at the putrid smell, I reached over, desperate to scratch my strangler's face or poke their eyes out.
I felt their greasy hair and tried to pull it, but my fingers refused to hold on. I tried again and again, using my nails for purchase, but the strands just kept slipping out of my weak grip. Shifting focus, I tried to claw at their eyes, but it felt as though I was moving through molasses as my hand slid down their face. Once I felt a wet, bulbous eye, I tried to scratch it, but I didn't have enough strength to do anything damage.
My frustration clashed with my terror and I tried to punch them, but my arm swung back in slow motion and merely prodded a stubbly cheek. Tears welled in my eyes as I writhed and gasped, my strangler's laugh adding insult to injury. Despite knowing death will set me free, fear and self-preservation rummaged through my mind, searching for a solution. And they found one.
Hoping I had enough grip and energy, I reached down and found the reclining lever. Wrapping my fingers around it tight, I jerked it up and heaved my body back, and I gulped in a deep breath as I fell backwards, the belt now slack. Not at all prepared to face my attacker, I slipped out from beneath the belt, flung open the door, and zoomed out into the storm.
Sheets of rain obscured my vision, but not enough for me to see that the keys were left inside a red convertible. After making sure no one was hiding in the back, I jumped in, started the engine, and took off, the wheels squealing through the puddles. A sole street curled down a hill, and I took it, adrenaline pumping in waves through my quivering body.
This rush was a confusing mixture of exhilaration and apprehension. I wanted out, but I wasn't giving up. I made it this far, and I was going to survive every cliche this masochist dreamed up. Sharks? Snakes? Zombies? Bring it on. And afterwards, I was going to detail every single trial and tribulation I went through as I sued the dream bank for all the trauma they caused me.
Up ahead, the road curved, and I gasped as it ended in a cliff. I slammed the breaks, but they didn't do anything. Breaking out in a cold sweat, I slammed them again and again as I yanked the hand break as far as it would go. The car refused to slow down, and I cursed myself for not anticipating this cliche. In a move of desperation, I swerved, but it wasn't enough as the car careened over the edge and took me with it.
My heart hung in my throat as I hung on to the steering wheel, my knuckles white, my screams frozen in my lungs, the raindrops like needles. An endless body of water spread below me, and I knew sharks were my next challenge. I screwed my eyes shut as I awaited the inevitable plunge …
… and I gasped as the car crashed against the surface.
I lurched forward, and I cried out as I bashed my forehead against the wheel. Groaning, I leaned back, my ears ringing as I looked around, disoriented. I was still in the convertible, but we were right side up, having crashed into the concrete wall of an indoor garage. Blood trickled down my face and I reached up, only to feel around my head in shock.
I was wearing the helmet.
Why was it in the dream?
Or had I made it out?
I looked down. I wasn't naked. My pyjamas were plastered to my sweat-soaked skin. I was out. I looked around at the broken glass and mangled metal in confusion. But if I was finally out, why was I in a car and not between silk sheets?
I removed the helmet, and a yell from behind made me jump. I turned to see one of the dream techs running towards me. Was she always that skinny? And why were her scrubs red instead of the usual blue?
She made it to me, panting as she took the helmet out of my hands, and I wrinkled my nose at her unpleasant breath. She said I'd had a nightmare and began sleepwalking, and I'd left the dream bank and stole a car from their underground parking before she triggered a wake-up signal in the helmet, which made me crash.
I stared at her, not believing what I was hearing. I told her I'd booked a projection, not a recording, and she gave me a concerned frown and claimed the opposite. Anger replaced my confusion, and I called her a liar and accused them of misconduct, and she reminded me that dreams can only be unlocked by the dreamer.
Furious, I cursed at her as I tried to get out of the car, demanding to see my file. She was quick to tell me not to move in case I made my injuries worse as she pulled out her phone and said she was going to call an ambulance.
While I sat there and waited, fuming, I glimpsed my reflection in the dangling rearview mirror. Unease rippled beneath my skin and I sat up, grabbing the mirror and angling it to show my neck.
There was an angry red mark across it.
As though I was recently strangled.
Trembling, I tilted the mirror up.
Cobwebs. Stuck in my hair.
Dumbstruck in utter stupefaction, I scanned the rest of my body. My pyjamas were dirty and there was black under my fingernails, but the rest of my examination was cut short by tinny circus music. A chill jolted down my spine and I whipped my head to face the dream tech. That was her ringtone. She smiled as she answered the call, and I drew back at her yellow, toothy grin.
What was going on? I was out of the dream, I knew I was. Had everything been real? What had the dream bank done with me? Done to me?
Ambulance sirens wailed as they entered the underground parking, and the flashing red lights reflecting off the walls triggered my recent traumas. With terror-fueled adrenaline flooding my veins, I jerked my legs free of the wreck, jumped out of the car, and booked it, the dream tech's yells merging with the screeching sirens behind me.
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2023.06.10 18:33 kennynailtech Causes, Prevention, and Treatment of Brittle Nails

Causes, Prevention, and Treatment of Brittle Nails
Brittle nails are a widespread issue that can affect everyone. If you have nails that split, peel, or break easily, you may be asking what's causing the problem and how to heal it. We'll look at the causes, prevention, and treatment options for brittle nails in this post.
Brittle Nail Causes: There are numerous places to buy nail supplies near me reasons why someone's nails may become brittle. The following are some of the most common causes:
Dehydration is the leading cause of brittle nails. Oil and lotion for our skin and nails can assist replenish the moisture and oil we lose on a daily basis.

Nutrient Deficiencies:

Brittle nails might indicate a lack of nutrients, notably vitamins and minerals.
A well-balanced diet might be beneficial. The nail matrix constantly creates nail plate cells and receives nutrients from our blood.
We have 20 separate nail matrix' for 20 different nail plates; one or more of these may have a restricted blood supply or be damaged in some way. Just because one nail unit is harmed does not imply that all of them are, but they all could be.
Harsh Chemicals: Excessive exposure to harsh chemicals such as cleaning agents, but water is the one solvent that can truly create difficulties.
We don't consider water to be places that sell nail supplies near me dangerous. The nail plate is a complex mixture of nail plate cells that are linked together with compounds to form the ideal flexible nail plate. When the nail absorbs water (which happens quickly), it softens and stretches (you may find that clipping your toes is easier after a bath or sauna). When the water evaporates, the nail plate cells shrink and harden again, causing minor fractures and breaks in the nail to grow larger and the nail to become more prone to splitting.

Aging: As we become older, our nails get brittle and dry.

If the nail plate splits even little, its structure is weakened, and it loses its ability to maintain moisture balance, making it more prone to splitting and pathogen infections, even from our own resident microbiota.
Medical problems: Brittle nails can be caused by medical problems such as hypothyroidism, alopecia, lichen planus, eczema, or psoriasis.
This is because when the nail matrix is involved, all of these factors affect the creation of nail plate cells in some way.
Lifestyle Factors: Habits such as nail biting and poor diet
We have 20 separate nail matrix' for 20 different nail plates; one or more of these may have a restricted blood supply or be damaged in some way. Just because one nail unit is harmed does not imply that all of them are, but they all could be.


Brittle Nail Prevention

Fortunately, there are techniques to avoid developing brittle nails in the first place. Here are some pointers:
Maintain Good Nail Hygiene and Maintenance: Keeping your nails clean and dry will help prevent fungal infections and other disorders that can weaken the nails, and applying oil on a regular basis will help your nails retain flexibility.
Infections can cause the nail plate to split open and generate excessive dryness, which can lead to infection.
Avoid Harsh Chemicals: Wear gloves when dealing with cleaning agents or other chemicals to limit your exposure to harsh chemicals.
Water, while safe, is a chemical that can have an immediate effect on our nails. (For more information on the causes of brittleness, see point 2 above.)
Maintain a Healthy Diet: A vitamin and mineral-rich diet can help strengthen your nails from the inside out.
We know that in 2023, the only way to impact nail plate synthesis is through the nail matrix, and the matrix requires a blood flow to acquire nutrients.
Use Protective Coatings: Protective coatings nail products suppliers near me can help protect your nails by adding a layer of protection.
When we put a nail coating to a natural nail, it can make the nail 'feel' stronger, but the nail is only as strong as the coating, so be careful... We believe that the harder the coating, the stronger the nail; yet, the nail beneath the covering is as weak or brittle as it was before the coating.
Oil and lotion are necessary in nail care to prevent brittleness and generate flexibility in the nail, which supports the nail covering.
Your professional nail salon will select the best nail coating for you; it is possible that a flexible coating with proper nail maintenance may fix your problem, but it is also possible that you will require a professional strengthener or an acrylic or acrygel overlay.
Using a professional solution that can penetrate the higher layers of the nail, sealing them while keeping or improving flexibility is an effective technique to assist your nails become less brittle.

Brittle Nail Treatment

If you already have brittle nails, there are a few treatments that can help:
Topical Oil & Lotion: Certain creams containing urea, allantoin, alpha-hydroxy acids, or lactic acid, as well as good quality nail oil, can help hydrate and strengthen the nails.
Nail Polish: Applying nail polish or a flexible nail varnish to your nails will help seal in moisture and offer a protective layer.
Keep your nails and hands clean, and replenish the moisture and oils that have been washed away after washing.
Brittle nails can be an aggravating and unpleasant issue.
However, don't be discouraged because they are frequently avoidable and treatable.
You can keep your nails strong and healthy acrylic powder wholesale near me by practicing excellent nail maintenance using oil and lotion, good nail hygiene habits, eating a nutritious diet, protecting your nails from harsh chemicals, and avoiding excessive water exposure.
If you already have brittle nails, don't be afraid to explore one of the numerous treatment alternatives.
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