Red mixed with purple hair dye


2021.06.06 14:17 ligmaballz6 BlackRedheads

Black/Ebony/Mixed Women with Redhair (Natural)

2016.06.30 06:46 Play_by_Play Virtual Cosplay : Video Game Character Customization & Fashion

Virtual Cosplay is a place to share video game characters customized with in-game editing tools and gear, using the game's official assets without the use of mods. You don't have to recreate anyone famous but it doesn't hurt.

2010.03.05 06:11 faerielfire A place for natural henna enthusiasts

For the discussion regarding the use of natural henna only, for use on body, skin or hair. (MUST read the rules before posting)

2023.06.09 15:38 oktravis [For Sale] Aphex Twin, Daft Punk, The Cure, Deftones, Kendrick, Kanye, Nirvana, Pearl Jam, Metallica, Tool, The Strokes, MCR, QOTSA, Taylor Swift, Korn, Good Charlotte, The Used, The Weeknd, more

Some new, some old w/ lowered prices. Continually trying to help family catch up on endless medical bills. As usual if anything seems to pricey, just ask.
Free shipping please keep that in mind with prices. US only, shipping from California, deal for bundles.
Last go round I had some a few shipping delays-if you're one of those and want something make sure to remind me for the deal.
The Cure - Wish (30th anniversary) * sealed * $38
Aphex Twin - Selected Ambient Works 85-92 * sealed * $32
A Day to Remember - Common Courtesy (yellow milky clear) * sealed * $33
Alice in Chains - Dirt * sealed * $24
Beastie Boys - Check Your Head * sealed * $31
Beyonce - Renaissance * sealed * $32
Charli XCX - Crash (white) * sealed * $27
Daft Punk - Homework * sealed * $33
Deftones - Adrenaline * sealed * $27
Deftones - White Pony * sealed * $32
Far - Water & Solutions * opened/never played * $90
Fugees - The Score (orange) * sealed * $31
The Get Up Kids - Something To Wriite Home About * sealed * $25
Good Charlotte - The Young and the Restless (neon green) * sealed * $35
Good Charlotte - s/t (opaque blue) * sealed * $35
Guns N Roses - Use Your Illusion I * sealed * $33
Guns N Roses - Use Your Illusion II * sealed * $33
Jackboys - Jackboys (neon yellow, urban exclusive) * opened/never played * $33
Jane’s Addiction - Ritual De Lo Habitual (pearl) * sealed * $33
Justin Timberlake - Futuresex/Lovesounds (opaque red) * sealed * $45
Justin Timberlake - Justified (light blue) * sealed * $39
Kanye West - College Dropout * sealed * $35
Kendrick Lamar - Good Kid, M.A.A.d. City (opaque apple red) * sealed * $29
Kendrick Lamar - Good Kid, M.A.A.d. City (milky transparent) * sealed * $29
Kendrick Lamar - To Pimp a Butterfly * sealed * $29
Kendrick Lamar - Untitled Unmastered. * sealed * $22
Kendrick Lamar - Mr Morale & the Big Steppers * sealed * $37
Korn - Issues * sealed * $26
Korn - Untouchables * opened/never played * $26
Madonna - Bedtime Stories * opened/never played * $18
Marilyn Manson - Smells Like Children (pink translucent) * opened/never played * $40
Metallica - Ride the Lightning (electric blue) * sealed * $28
Metallica - Master of Puppets * sealed * $22
Metallica - the black album (some blacker marbled) * sealed * $28
Metallica - Load * opened/never played * $24
Metallica - Garage Inc. * sealed * $37
Metallica - S&M * sealed * $43
Metallica - Hardwired to Self-Destruct (flame orange ) * sealed * $29
Metallica - 72 Seasons (red/black) * sealed * $27
Methods of Mayhem - self titled * opened/never played * $19
Michael Jackson - Dangerous * opened/never played * $23
My Chemical Romance - The Black Parade * sealed * $32
Nirvana - In Utero 2013 mix * sealed * $35
Pearl Jam - Ten (purple) * sealed * $23
Post Malone - Twelve Carat Toothache) * sealed * $27
Queens of the Stone Age - Era Vulgaris * sealed * $28
Queens of the Stone Age - Rated R * sealed * $26
Radiohead - The Bends * sealed * $33
Red Hot Chili Peppers - Unlimited Love (red) * opened/never played * $12
Soundgarden - Superunknown * sealed * $28
The Strokes - First Impressions of Earth * sealed * $22
[Taylor Swift - Midnights]]( all 5 of the standard US color releases * sealed * $23/each
Taylor Swift - Red (Taylor’s Version - 4xLP red) * sealed * $32
Tool - Lateralus * sealed * $35
Tool - Fear Inoculum (gold art triple gatefold) * sealed * $52
The Used - self titled (red oxblood & bone white split) * sealed * $38
v/a Lost Highway soundtrack * opened/never played * $25
v/a End of Days soundtrack * opened/never played * $40
The Weeknd - Beauty Behind the Madness) * sealed * $38
The Weeknd - Starboy (blue) * sealed * $25
30 Seconds to Mars - self titled) * sealed * $26
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2023.06.09 15:33 Unfair-Leather-6774 MM unfair

Hi there, Yesterday experience 1 hour playing DUO . All the time, every drop we got sweats with purple or red kit with advocates, fletchets, Kors, brutes while we both wearing White kit and White weps or max scarab etc.. Its JUST after last update. Do u have guys/girls the same experience Rn? Or it can happend cus we JUST hit 2.000.000 marks in stash?IDK unplayble for us...
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2023.06.09 15:30 facetime010101 Huggies Natural Care Sensitive Baby Wipes

Huggies Natural Care Sensitive Baby Wipes

Caution: It's important to remember that these evaluations are guides to potential health concerns and not definitive measures of a product's safety or efficacy. They are based on individual ingredients rather than any negative effects the final product may have. The way ingredients interact in a formulation can influence their potential impact, and the presence of a specific ingredient does not automatically equate to harm when used in a product. It's always crucial to do your own research, consider the product as a whole, and keep in mind that personal reactions can vary greatly. When making decisions about personal care products, it is recommended to consult with healthcare professionals.

Brief: These baby wipes consist primarily of water for gentle cleaning. Butoxy PEG-4 PG-Amodimethicone, a silicon-based polymer, gives a smooth feel but can cause skin irritation in some individuals. Caprylyl Glycol acts as a skin conditioner and preservative enhancer, while Sodium Benzoate is a common preservative. Coco-Betaine is a gentle cleansing agent. Malic Acid maintains pH balance but can be sensitizing if overused. Polysorbate 20 and Sodium Citrate aid in solubilization and pH balance respectively. The presence of Aloe Barbadensis Leaf Extract and Tocopheryl Acetate (Vitamin E) adds soothing and antioxidant properties. Nevertheless, observe your baby for any adverse reactions and discontinue use if irritation occurs.

Ingredients: Water, Butoxy PEG-4 PG-Amodimethicone, Caprylyl Glycol, Sodium Benzoate, Coco-Betaine, Malic Acid, Polysorbate 20, Sodium Citrate, Aloe Barbadensis Leaf Extract, Tocopheryl Acetate.

Typical ingredients description and side effects

  • Tocopheryl Acetate
    • Tocopheryl Acetate, also known as Vitamin E Acetate, is a form of Vitamin E that is often used in skincare products and cosmetics, including baby wipes. It acts as an antioxidant and skin-conditioning agent. While Tocopheryl Acetate is generally considered safe for use in skincare products, some people may experience side effects, particularly if they have sensitive skin or a specific allergy to the ingredient.
    • Potential Side Effects:
      • Skin Irritation: Some people may experience minor skin irritation when using products containing Tocopheryl Acetate. This can manifest as redness, itching, or dryness.
      • Allergic Reaction: Though it's rare, some individuals may have an allergic reaction to Tocopheryl Acetate. Symptoms of an allergic reaction can include severe skin redness, swelling, hives, and in severe cases, difficulty breathing.
      • Eye Irritation: If a product containing Tocopheryl Acetate comes into direct contact with the eyes, it may cause eye irritation.
    • EWG Skin Grade: 3

  • Sodium Benzoate
    • Sodium benzoate is a type of salt of benzoic acid and is commonly used as a preservative in many types of products, including food, medicines, and personal care products like baby wipes. It's used to prevent the growth of microbes, thereby prolonging the shelf life of products.
    • Potential Side Effects:
      • Skin Irritation: Some people might experience skin irritation from products containing sodium benzoate. This could present as redness, itching, or a rash. Babies have sensitive skin, so they may be more susceptible to irritation.
      • Allergic Reactions: Though rare, some individuals may have an allergic reaction to sodium benzoate, which could result in symptoms such as redness, swelling, or hives.
    • EWG Skin Grade: 3

  • Malic acid
    • Malic acid is an organic compound that is found in many fruits, notably apples. It is often used in cosmetics and personal care products, including baby wipes, for its role as a pH adjuster, humectant, and skin-conditioning agent. While malic acid is generally safe for use in these products, like any substance, it can potentially cause side effects in some people.
    • Potential Side Effects:
      • Skin Irritation: Malic acid can cause skin irritation, particularly in individuals with sensitive skin or allergies. Symptoms can include redness, itching, or discomfort at the site of application.
      • Allergic Reactions: Though rare, some individuals may have an allergic reaction to malic acid. Signs of an allergic reaction can include severe skin redness, hives, swelling, and, in severe cases, difficulty breathing.
      • Eye Irritation: If a baby wipe containing malic acid comes into contact with the eyes, it could potentially cause irritation.
    • EWG Skin Grade: 4

  • Butoxy PEG-4 PG-Amodimethicone
    • Butoxy PEG-4 PG-Amodimethicone is a type of silicone that is water-soluble and often used in personal care products such as baby wipes. It's primarily used as a conditioning agent, providing a soft, smooth feel to the skin. As of my knowledge cutoff in September 2021, there's limited specific research available on the side effects of Butoxy PEG-4 PG-Amodimethicone. However, considering its chemical structure and similarities with other types of silicones, potential side effects may include.
    • Potential Side Effects:
      • Skin Irritation: Although rare, this ingredient could potentially cause skin irritation in some individuals, particularly those with sensitive skin. This might manifest as redness, itching, or a rash.
      • Allergic Reactions: Although very rare, there could be a risk of an allergic reaction. Symptoms might include severe redness, itching, hives, or swelling.
    • EWG Skin Grade: 3

  • Polysorbate 20
    • Polysorbate 20 is a common ingredient in many personal care products, including baby wipes. It acts as a surfactant and emulsifier, helping to mix oil and water components, and it's generally regarded as safe for use in cosmetics and personal care products.
    • Potential Side Effects:
      • Skin Irritation: Some people may experience skin irritation when using products with Polysorbate 20. This could result in redness, itchiness, or a rash. This is more common in people with sensitive skin or those who are allergic to the ingredient.
      • Allergic Reaction: In rare instances, some people might have an allergic reaction to Polysorbate 20. Symptoms could include severe skin redness, swelling, hives, or, in the most serious cases, difficulty breathing.
    • EWG Skin Grade: 3

The grading system used by EWG in the Skin Deep database is as follows:
1 to 2: Low hazard
3 to 6: Moderate hazard
7 to 10: High hazard
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2023.06.09 15:27 ogwilson02 TIFU by not paying attention at all

This was about 6 months ago and I still think about it when I sleep at night. One of those embarrassing memories that are not only a beneficiary to insomnia but might as well be insomnia’s right hand man.
7 months ago I shipped out to Army Basic Training at Fort Sill, OK. Upon arrival you stay in a reception battalion until you get your medical shit cleared alongside a metric asston of paperwork. The reception battalion was also home to people who had gotten injured during actual basic, and were waiting to be medically discharged from the Army or wait to heal and restart basic at a later date. There was this one PFC there with a broken leg or something who would always give us advice, and since my group I shipped with and I were 1-2 days from shipping out, we had nothing to do and were talking to him about the experience, things to look out for and all that. He gave some decent advice, one that stuck out to me was “During Red Phase, they’ll have you do a bunch of pointless BS, mix and matching your clothes, yadda yadda.” This comes into play later.
Fast forward to Basic - it’s like day 3 of Red Phase (the initiation process where you do nothing but get fucked up for a few weeks along with learning the basics.) I’m in 4th Platoon - we’re on the drill pad around 1900/2000 after dinner getting smoked (push ups, air squats). Each platoon is getting smoked in their own different way. We had finished doing I don’t even remember how many burpees when our Drill Sergeant says “you have two minutes to run upstairs, grab a left PT shoe and a right boot, and get back down!”
I’m the furthest back left person in the formation and have the furthest bed from the door in the bay as well. As such, I was the last one upstairs, and by the time I’d made it to my locker everyone else was running downstairs. As I’m rummaging to grab my shoes.. that fuckin’ PFC from reception pops up in my head. A lightbulb popped on in my head bright enough to illuminate the ocean floor. “This must be what he meant by mismatching clothes!” (I should also add I wasn’t really paying attention when my DS gave that order. I was completely spaced out.
So, in what I thought was a moment of impeccable wisdom at the time, I secured my left PT shoe on my left foot and my right boot on my right foot. I run downstairs, turn the corner, and my heart immediately fills with enough adrenaline to kill an adult horse. I see the rest of my platoon in a squatting position, holding the shoes in front of them. I then look slightly to the right and could actually feel my bowels contracting and expanding, ready for excretion. All three of my platoons drill sergeants are staring at me with their mouths agape. At this point, I think ‘fuck it man, they already saw me, I gotta fall in’ and did the awkward lop-sided hop to the formation you would expect from someone wearing two completely different shaped and weighted shoes. After falling in my DS goes “ogwilson02 Get your ass up here!”
I stand in front of the formation as he proceeds to roast the absolute piss out of me lmao, “This is the motherfucker that will get you killed downrange! Look at your fucking battle buddy!” , then I proceeded to do flutter kicks for about 45 mins until it was time for bed. My platoon hated me for the next couple days but quickly changed as that was actually a minor fuckup compared to some of the shit those guys did. We never even ended up mismatching clothes, that fucker from reception knew exactly what he was doing. Damn you PFC Davis.
TL:DR; Didn’t pay attention to instructions in Basic. Wore mismatched shoes. Did lots of exercise to muscle failure.
EDIT: It actually didn’t end up so bad though, I remember when we were about a week from graduating our Drill Sergeants were shooting the shit with us in the bay, when they ask “Who was that fucking retard who came downstairs in a PT shoe and a boot in red phase?” Slowly raised my hand. They laughed for about 2 minutes and made me recreate it. Good times
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2023.06.09 15:27 GabbyWhoCares333 [QCrit] YA Fantasy - MIND DRUMMER (120,000 / v2)

Disclaimer: I posted a query for this manuscript a while back, got useful comments, but still struggled to figure out the best way to rewrite the query. So I went to Reedsy and paid for a consultation with a former literary agent. They were very helpful and we went through a couple of revisions. Sadly, I'm only getting form rejections, so I'm hoping you guys can help me figure out what I'm doing wrong. Adding the first 300 words too, in case the problem is there. Thanks in advance!
P.S. Regarding the worldbuilding in the second paragraph... I was told that, because the most unique thing about my story is the world, I should put that up front. The person I worked with claimed it would be fine, but after reading this subreddit for a while I'm pretty sure I shouldn't have trusted that. Curious what you guys think.

V1 just in case:


Dear [agent name],
I’m seeking representation for THE MIND DRUMMER, a standalone YA fantasy horror complete at 120,000 words. Combining the lush setting of THE LOST DREAMER by Lizz Huerta with the heart-wrenching choice between family and morality of Jordan Ifueko’s RAYBEARER, it’s a story about severing a toxic sibling relationship and finding self-worth.
Sleep too long, and a fisher steals your mind as you wander the dream. Without your mind, your body rots with razorscale. Catch razorscale, and you’re given a parasite to safeguard your flesh as it waits for its mind’s retrieval. The parasite will eat your bones and make you thirst for soil, but you will live. In the teeming darkness of the jungle, it takes a monster to thwart a monster.
Maki used to be one of the drummers—women who catch the fisher-repelling parasites, weaving traps from overlapping rhythms—and she was the best. Until her drumming caused her mother’s death, and she smashed her drum to pieces. Driven by guilt and yearning for something other than failure to define her, Maki becomes a willing scapegoat for her sister Kaluya.
When Kaluya’s lover Yuna falls prey to the fishers, Maki tries to save the girl. She fails, and soon after realizes how dangerous her sister’s obsession can be. Half of the village gets their minds stolen, tricked into sleeping too long, and Kaluya pushes the blame onto Maki.
Maki runs from the backlash; her goals shift. She finds an ally in her childhood friend and shaman apprentice, and seeks aid from a mysterious mute boy—an outcast like her and a living bait for the fishers. To save the village and her newfound love, Maki needs to accept and master her unique abilities: a mind drummer controls the parasites not with a drum, but with thought alone. She doesn’t have much time—Kaluya’s wicked scheme to bring Yuna back will lure the fishers from beyond the dream’s borderline.
[one-sentence bio]. The story's setting is loosely based on the subtropical forests of Asia, which I greatly enjoy exploring.

The moment I took Yuna, the moment I tied her to that tree, I knew that it would cost me. And now, they'll burn her and slit my throat for what I've done.
Feet swift on the slick bark of the roots, I rush through the dark jungle to face the inevitable. My body adds to the music of the forest, bare soles thumping on the ground between the long jumps, hands patting the pillars of tree trunks. The simple rhythm keeps me focused, and the burn of friction on my skin grounds me in the rainforest that is now my drum, accompanied by the deafening screech of insects.
The ancient red cedar looms ahead, its crown a black silhouette against the starry sky. Beneath it, the torches' brilliance seeps through the thicket. Whoever is there, I won't fight. I won't bare my teeth at them. I'll let them take me, because if I don't admit guilt, they'll turn their spears elsewhere. At Kaluya. At my sister.
Tearing through the branches, I land among the tree's sprawling roots where they stand.
There are six of them, looming over Yuna. The Hunter brothers, Darra and Damura, two other men I've never spoken with, and two shamans in training: Olayi and Kaluya herself. The single dirty girl—perched between the cedar's roots—pays them no mind. Her skirt and chest covering have long lost their original color under the grime, but I managed to keep her black hair clean. It's grown longer over the last month, now reaching her shoulders. One of her hands remains lifted and tied to the trunk while the other, wriggled free, scratches the earth slowly, almost lovingly. Kaluya watches her with a pained expression but doesn't dare touch the girl in front of everyone.


Thanks again!

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2023.06.09 15:19 -Daku- [FS] South FL 33071-$3+ Medaka Ricefish Neocaridina Shrimp Bucephalandra Java Fern Anubias Rotala Cabomba Pennywort Anacharis Cryptocoryne Amazon Sword Moss Hydrocotyle Monte Carlo Baby Tears S. Repens Micro Sword Saggitaria Guppy Grass Red Root Floaters & More!

[FS] South FL 33071-$3+ Medaka Ricefish Neocaridina Shrimp Bucephalandra Java Fern Anubias Rotala Cabomba Pennywort Anacharis Cryptocoryne Amazon Sword Moss Hydrocotyle Monte Carlo Baby Tears S. Repens Micro Sword Saggitaria Guppy Grass Red Root Floaters & More!
Hey all - Daku Aquatics here with my weekly list of aquatic goodness!
New and improved with MORE VARIETY, LOWER PRICES, AND BULK DISCOUNTS on multiple items!
My homebred Gold & Silver Medaka Ricefish are once again available!
I breed and raise these indoors and outdoors in a temp range of 50F to 95F degrees. They are extremely hardy and do well in virtually all conditions I’ve kept and bred them in.
This strain of Medaka breed 50/50 gold and silver. They community spawn by depositing their eggs on plants or floaters in the aquarium. They are great in patio ponds and fish tanks alike!
ALL NEW BUCE IS IN! I have also included macro shots of each variety for your viewing pleasure.
\REDDIT BUCE SALE* -* 20% off ALL Bucephalandra with your order of $50 or more in Buce!
These plants are just as easy as the other epiphyte plants i offer like Anubias - give them a try!
If you are undecided or new to Buce, or don't want full clumps of any 1 variety, let me know and i can suggest some of my favorites and/or put together a custom pack based off your needs and budget!
My UPDATED Buce List with pricing can be found here:
All my Neocaridina Shrimp are homebred in remineralized tap water at:
Temp 73 - 78 PH 6.5 - 7.0 TDS 250-350 GH 8-12 KH 3-5
I am currently offering multiple varieties of high grade shrimp i breed myself!
I also offer multi-color "Skittle" 10+2 packs if you want a mix of colors for your tank! Skittle pack is a mix of Red, Blue, Orange, Yellow, Black, White, and Jade! You may also request any color and quantity combination for your perfect mix, though my 10+2 packs are currently limited due to heavy sales, trying to let my colonies bounce back!
10+2 packs of ANY COLOR for $36.
Most of the plants in my fish rooms are homegrown by me, and I am now working with a local plant nursery to offer you a lot more popular & easy plants to choose from.
EVERYTHING I offer is grown low tech WITHOUT co2 injection or high lighting. I dose an all-in-one liquid fertilizer once a week to all of my tanks and use low to medium lighting - that's it!
PM if if you're looking for a custom plant pack - We can come up with something nice together!
Invoices via PayPal.
Shipping is $10 for USPS Priority with tracking on all orders.
shipping rates for the continental US only - PM me if you are in HI, AK, or a US territory for a shipping quote.
You can order more than one item for the same shipping rate - Lets fill those boxes up!
Local pick up OK! Shoot me a message if you're in my area.
Orders go out multiple times a week - never wait long for your order to arrive!
Gold & Silver Medaka Ricefish - 5 for $25
Skittle Mix Shrimp 10+2 pack - $36
EASY PLANT PACK (6 Anubias (any type!) & 4 Java Ferns) - $60 each
Java Fern (regular or lace) - $6 each / 5 for $25
Anubias Varieties - $7 each / 5 for $30
Stem Plant Bunches - $6 each / 5 for $20
Cryptocoryne Pots - $5 each / 5 for $20
Amazon Sword Plants - $5 each
Moss Portions - $8 each / Coral & Cameroon - $10 each
Java Moss on 5x3in mats - $15 each / 2 for $25
Hydrocotyle Tripartita on 5x3in mats - $15 each / 2 for $25
Monte Carlo $5 each
Dwarf Baby Tears - $5 each
S. Repens - $5 each
Micro Sword - $5 each
Sagittaria Subulata - $6 for 5 rooted crowns
Guppy Grass - $6 for 10-15 stems
Red Root Floaters - $10 sandwich bag portion
Catappa Leaf (Indian Almond Leaf) - $5 for 10 leaves
Cholla Wood - $5 for 2 logs
*There are snails in ALL of my tanks.
*My floating plants are DUCKWEED-FREE!
[LIVE ARRIVAL GUARANTEE]: In the event of a DOA, I will replace the effected livestock or plants and reship FOR FREE. I stand behind my livestock, plants, and shipping methods, so I do not require you to re-pay shipping fees like most sellers in this industry. It rarely happens, but if it does, please send clear photos of the effected plants or animals in their closed shipping bags within 2 hours of the first delivery attempt and I'll make it right!
Have a great day and thank you for your continued support all these years!
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2023.06.09 15:17 facetime010101 Amazon Brand - Mama Bear Infant Milk-Based Baby Formula Powder with Iron

Amazon Brand - Mama Bear Infant Milk-Based Baby Formula Powder with Iron
Caution: It's important to remember that these evaluations are guides to potential health concerns and not definitive measures of a product's safety or efficacy. They are based on individual ingredients rather than any negative effects the final product may have. The way ingredients interact in a formulation can influence their potential impact, and the presence of a specific ingredient does not automatically equate to harm when used in a product. It's always crucial to do your own research, consider the product as a whole, and keep in mind that personal reactions can vary greatly. When making decisions about personal care products, it is recommended to consult with healthcare professionals.

Brief: The formula is largely based on nonfat milk and lactose, which mimic the natural composition of breast milk. Vegetable oils provide essential fatty acids, while the included ARA and DHA promote brain and eye development. Prebiotics like galactooligosaccharides and fructooligosaccharides are beneficial for gut health. Nonetheless, parents should note that palm olein oil may interfere with calcium absorption. Also, soy allergies are common in infants, so caution is advised if your child has shown any soy-related symptoms. Always consult a pediatrician before introducing a new formula.

Ingredients: Nonfat Milk, Lactose, Vegetable Oils (Palm Olein, Soy, Coconut, High Oleic [Safflower or Sunflower] Oil), Whey Protein Concentrate, Galactooligosaccharides, Less Than 1%: Mortierella Alpina Oil, Crypthecodinium Cohnii Oil, Fructooligosaccharides, Soy Lecithin, Vitamin A Palmitate, Vitamin D3, Vitamin E Acetate, Vitamin K1, Thiamine Hydrochloride, Riboflavin, Vitamin B6 Hydrochloride, Vitamin B12, Niacinamide, Folic Acid, Calcium Carbonate, Calcium Chloride, Calcium Hydroxide, Magnesium Chloride, Ferrous Sulfate, Zinc Sulfate, Manganese Sulfate, Cupric Sulfate, Potassium Bicarbonate, Potassium Iodide, Potassium Hydroxide, Potassium Phosphate, Sodium Selenite, Sodium Citrate, Taurine, L-Carnitine, Beta-Carotene, Mixed Tocopherol Concentrate, Ascorbyl Palmitate, Monoglycerides, Nucleotides (Adenosine-5'-Monophosphate, Cytidine-5'-Monophosphate, Disodium Guanosine-5'-Monophosphate, Disodium Uridine-5'-Monophosphate)

Typical ingredients description and side effects

  • Zinc Sulfate
    • Zinc sulfate is a mineral that is frequently used in dietary supplements and baby formulas. Zinc is an essential nutrient that supports various body functions, including immune function, protein synthesis, wound healing, DNA synthesis, and cell division. It's particularly important for babies as they grow and develop.
    • Potential Side Effects:
      • Gastrointestinal Issues: Excessive intake of zinc can cause gastrointestinal issues such as vomiting, diarrhea, and stomach cramps.
      • Zinc Toxicity: While rare, severe overconsumption can lead to zinc toxicity, with symptoms including loss of appetite, nausea, vomiting, diarrhea, and headaches. Long-term excessive intake could potentially interfere with the body's absorption of other essential minerals like copper and iron.
    • EWG Skin Grade: 6

  • Manganese Sulfate
    • Manganese sulfate is a mineral that's often used in dietary supplements and food products, including baby formula. Manganese is an essential nutrient that supports many body functions, including bone development, metabolism, and brain function. As of my knowledge, manganese sulfate is generally considered safe in the quantities typically found in food and formula, but excessive intake can lead to adverse effects
    • Potential Side Effects:
      • Neurological Effects: High levels of manganese exposure have been associated with neurological issues, but this is generally associated with environmental exposure (like inhaling manganese dust), not dietary intake.
      • Interference with Iron Absorption: Manganese can interfere with the absorption of iron. This is generally not a problem with the levels of manganese found in baby formula, but it could potentially be an issue with very high levels of intake.
      • Digestive Issues: As with any mineral, consuming excessive amounts could potentially cause digestive issues like nausea or diarrhea.
    • EWG Skin Grade: 3

  • Ferrous Sulfate
    • Ferrous sulfate is a type of iron supplement that's often added to baby formulas. Iron is an essential nutrient that's necessary for the production of hemoglobin, a protein in red blood cells that carries oxygen from the lungs to the rest of the body. It's also worth noting that some infants may have difficulty absorbing iron from supplements like ferrous sulfate, which can potentially lead to issues such as iron deficiency anemia. However, most infants can absorb and utilize the iron in baby formula without issue.
    • Potential Side Effects:
      • Gastrointestinal Issues: These can include nausea, constipation, diarrhea, or stomach upset.
      • Iron Toxicity: Though very rare and typically associated with accidental ingestion of iron supplements, iron toxicity can be serious, causing symptoms like dizziness, rapid heartbeat, rapid breathing, fever, and in severe cases, can lead to organ damage.
      • Interference with Nutrient Absorption: Excessive iron can interfere with the absorption of other nutrients, such as zinc.
    • EWG Skin Grade: 4

  • Sodium Selenite
    • Sodium selenite is a form of selenium, an essential mineral required for a variety of biological functions. It is sometimes used in infant formula to ensure that babies get an appropriate amount of this nutrient. Selenium plays several important roles in the body. It's a key component of various enzymes and proteins, many of which are involved in protecting cells from damage. It also supports a healthy immune system, aids in DNA production, and is involved in thyroid hormone metabolism. However, like all nutrients, selenium needs to be consumed in appropriate amounts. Both too much and too little selenium can be harmful.
    • Potential Side Effects:
      • Selenium Toxicity (Selenosis): Although it's rare, consuming too much selenium over time can lead to selenosis. Symptoms might include gastrointestinal upset, hair loss, white blotchy nails, garlic breath odor, fatigue, irritability, and mild nerve damage.
      • Interference with Other Nutrients: High levels of selenium can interfere with the absorption of other essential nutrients, like zinc.
    • EWG Skin Grade: 10

  • Vitamin A Acetate
    • Vitamin A Acetate, also known as retinyl acetate, is a form of vitamin A that's often added to food products, including infant formula, due to its essential role in supporting vision, the immune system, and overall growth and development. It's generally safe for use in such products, but as with any nutrient, too much can lead to adverse effects. It's important to note that these side effects are generally associated with excessive intake over a prolonged period, not normal dietary consumption.
    • Potential Side Effects:
      • Vitamin A Toxicity (Hypervitaminosis A): This can occur if an infant is given too much Vitamin A over a long period of time. Symptoms can include nausea, dizziness, blurred vision, and even hair loss in severe cases. However, it is extremely rare and typically associated with over-supplementation, not food sources.
      • Birth Defects: Consuming extremely high levels of Vitamin A during pregnancy can potentially lead to birth defects. However, this is not relevant to baby formula but rather a concern for pregnant women.
      • Interactions with other nutrients: High levels of Vitamin A can interfere with the absorption and utilization of other vitamins, such as Vitamin D and Vitamin K.
    • EWG Skin Grade: 9

  • Tocopheryl Acetate
    • Tocopheryl Acetate is a form of vitamin E that is often added to baby formula, skincare products, and various other products. Vitamin E is an essential nutrient known for its antioxidant properties. It plays a crucial role in protecting cells from damage, supporting immune function, and promoting healthy skin and eyes. In the context of baby formula, tocopheryl acetate is generally safe and unlikely to cause side effects when consumed at levels that are within the recommended dietary allowances for infants. However, like any nutrient, it could potentially cause side effects if consumed excessively.
    • Potential Side Effects:
      • Bleeding: Vitamin E has mild anticoagulant properties, meaning it can prevent blood clots. While this is typically a good thing, in large amounts, it could potentially increase the risk of bleeding.
      • Nausea, Diarrhea, Stomach Cramps: Some people may experience digestive upset from consuming too much vitamin E.
      • Rash: Some individuals may have a skin reaction to topical use of tocopheryl acetate, though this is less relevant for its presence in baby formula
    • EWG Skin Grade: 3

  • Potassium Hydroxide
    • Potassium Hydroxide is commonly used in the food industry as a pH regulator or a food stabilizer. It helps to maintain the acidity or alkalinity of food, which is important for flavor, preservation, and food safety. In baby formula, Potassium Hydroxide is used to adjust the pH to make it as close to human milk as possible, to ensure optimal digestion and nutrient absorption.
    • Potential Side Effects:
      • Irritation: Potassium hydroxide is known to be caustic, meaning it can cause irritation or burns if it comes into direct contact with the skin or eyes in its pure form. However, in food products like baby formula, it's used in very diluted quantities that are safe for consumption.
      • Digestive Issues: If consumed in large amounts, potassium hydroxide could potentially cause digestive issues such as nausea or vomiting. However, the small amounts used in food products are unlikely to cause such effects.
    • EWG Skin Grade: 5

  • Soy Lecithin
    • Soy lecithin is a common ingredient found in various food products, including baby formulas. It is derived from soybean oil and is used as an emulsifier, helping to blend and stabilize the ingredients in the formula. Soy lecithin is generally considered safe for consumption, but like any food ingredient, it can have potential side effects or considerations.
    • Potential Side Effects:
      • Allergies or Sensitivities: Soy is one of the top food allergens, and some individuals may have allergies or sensitivities to soy products, including soy lecithin. Allergic reactions can vary in severity and may include symptoms such as hives, swelling, difficulty breathing, or digestive issues. If your baby has a known soy allergy or shows signs of an allergic reaction after consuming a baby formula containing soy lecithin, it is important to discontinue use and consult a healthcare professional.
      • Digestive Sensitivities: Some individuals, including babies, may have digestive sensitivities to soy-based products. This can manifest as symptoms like gas, bloating, colic, or diarrhea. If your baby experiences any of these symptoms after consuming a baby formula containing soy lecithin, you may consider discussing alternative formulas with your pediatrician.
    • EWG Skin Grade: 4

  • Vitamin A Acetate
    • Vitamin A Acetate, also known as retinyl acetate, is a form of vitamin A that's often added to food products, including infant formula, due to its essential role in supporting vision, the immune system, and overall growth and development. It's generally safe for use in such products, but as with any nutrient, too much can lead to adverse effects. It's important to note that these side effects are generally associated with excessive intake over a prolonged period, not normal dietary consumption.
    • Potential Side Effects:
      • Vitamin A Toxicity (Hypervitaminosis A): This can occur if an infant is given too much Vitamin A over a long period of time. Symptoms can include nausea, dizziness, blurred vision, and even hair loss in severe cases. However, it is extremely rare and typically associated with over-supplementation, not food sources.
      • Birth Defects: Consuming extremely high levels of Vitamin A during pregnancy can potentially lead to birth defects. However, this is not relevant to baby formula but rather a concern for pregnant women.
      • Interactions with other nutrients: High levels of Vitamin A can interfere with the absorption and utilization of other vitamins, such as Vitamin D and Vitamin K.
    • EWG Skin Grade: 9

The grading system used by EWG in the Skin Deep database is as follows:
1 to 2: Low hazard
3 to 6: Moderate hazard
7 to 10: High hazard
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2023.06.09 15:16 lovergirl2920 My “light housework” daily checklist

This is printed out and taped to the refrigerator so I don’t forget :). This is what is expected of me DAILY on top of taking care of her 7 month old and occasionally the toddler. I work Monday-Friday 7am-7pm and make $1200. Please tell me this is not a fair trade because I feel crazy. 60 hours a week divided by 1200 is $20 an hour and I feel like I am doing double the amount I should be.
Checklist - Dishwashers loaded and on OR emptied - Counters clean - Bottles cleaned and returned to bins with the tops on them - Formula area downstairs - clean bin (about once a week please rinse out the actual bin because formula gathers in it), tops on bottles (please try to keep track of these and keep them on the bottles), tops on formula - Nursery - everything put away, fill diapers into the caddy & if Oliver is awake curtains open - Diaper pail - out every day - Laundry - Every day throw in what we have and just keep that moving, clothes folded and back in: - Top drawer: pajamas - Middle drawer: shirts, sweaters - Bottom drawer: pants, onesies, sets - Stroller - everything out, all trash thrown away - check pink milk bag for a used bottle and throw out hot water - Fold blanket and put in basket (if dirty please wash in washing machine on Delicate) - Return all hats, sunglasses and other oliver accessories to his room - Burp cloths and bibs - please make sure kitchen basket has a mix of both and the living room basket is full of burp cloths - Check laundry downstairs for burp cloths and bibs and keep those clean and refilled in the baskets - Living room - toys arranged back in baskets (wipe down play mats a few times a week or when needed) - Wash bottle warmers (1-2x weekl) - Sanitize tovs (remember black bag of toys in stroller) - Purple baby seat and high chair seat (maybe 1x / week, let's see how dirty they get) Wipe down the suede mats under the feeding areas with water and paper towel Bathtub (wipe down actual tub after each use and make sure the hammock can fully dry, wash the hammock weekly) - Baby puree (every other day & throw out purees older than 2 days)
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2023.06.09 15:13 FragBro THIS is the remake I wanted...

Certainly! Here's a continuation of the generated "screenplay," staying more true to the events that unfold in the beginning of the first disc of FF7 while blending in Seinfeld humor:
Jerry, George, Elaine, and Kramer traverse the dilapidated streets of the Sector 7 Slums in Midgar. They witness the harsh living conditions and the oppressive presence of the Shinra Electric Power Company.
JERRY (looking around) So, this is the glamorous underbelly of Midgar. You know, I always thought New York was tough, but this takes it to a whole new level.
GEORGE (SEPHIROTH) (nervously) Jerry, I can't handle this! I'm a neurotic, not a hero! What if I trip and stab myself with this sword?
ELAINE (TIFA) (trying to calm George) George, you're just overthinking it. Remember, you were always great at overthinking things.
KRAMER (BARRET) (excitedly) Hey, guys! Look at these materia orbs I found! They're like cosmic power-ups. I bet they'd sell like hotcakes in the real world!
JERRY (dryly) Oh, great, more mysterious glowing orbs. Just what I need in my life.
The group reaches the secret hideout of AVALANCHE, an eco-terrorist group fighting against Shinra's exploitation of the planet's resources.
BIGGS, WEDGE, and JESSIE, members of AVALANCHE, stare in disbelief at the sitcom personalities standing before them.
BIGGS (perplexed) Wait, you're telling me you guys are supposed to be the legendary SOLDIER members?
GEORGE (SEPHIROTH) (defensive) Hey, don't judge us by our appearances! We may not look the part, but we're here to save the planet... or something like that.
JERRY (sarcastically) Yeah, and we'll bring peace to the world with a really funny stand-up routine.
ELAINE (TIFA) (trying to keep everyone focused) Look, can we just focus on the mission? We need to take down the Mako Reactor and send a message to Shinra.
Jerry, George, Elaine, and Kramer, equipped with disguises, infiltrate the Mako Reactor.
JERRY (whispering) Okay, people, we need to stick together and not draw any attention. Remember, stealth is our middle name... or at least it should be.
They navigate the reactor, avoiding security patrols while exchanging witty banter.
KRAMER (BARRET) (whispering excitedly) Hey, Jerry! What if we replace all the Mako with coffee? Think of the potential!
JERRY (rolling his eyes) Oh, sure, Kramer, let's caffeinate the planet. That's a brilliant plan.
The group reaches the control room, ready to sabotage the Mako Reactor. Jerry spots a massive red button.
JERRY (excitedly) Look! They left us a big, shiny button! You know what they say, guys: "If there's a big button, you've got to press it!"
ELAINE (TIFA) (alarmed) Jerry, no! We can't just randomly press buttons!
But it's too late. Jerry slams his hand on the button, triggering a loud alarm throughout the reactor.
JERRY (defensively) Oops. My bad.
Jerry, George, Elaine, and Kramer flee the reactor, chased by Shinra guards. They engage in comically clumsy combat, mixing slapstick humor with moments of surprising heroism.
As they escape the reactor explosion, the group witnesses the devastation caused by their actions. They see the looming plate above, supported by Shinra, threatening to crush the slums beneath it.
JERRY (guiltily) Well, that escalated quickly. We just wanted to make a statement, not demolish the whole neighborhood!
GEORGE (SEPHIROTH) (disheartened) It's always my luck, Jerry. I try to save the world, and I end up destroying it instead.
ELAINE (TIFA) (optimistic) Come on, guys, let's not lose hope. We'll figure this out. We'll find a way to make things right.
The group, determined and slightly overwhelmed, stands united, ready to face the consequences of their impulsive actions.
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2023.06.09 15:08 kainvinosec [USA-OK] [H] TotK Joycons & Console Box, 97 Games, 9 Manuals (3DS-2, Atari 2600-6, Game Boy-1, Genesis-1, NDS-3, NES-11, PC-1, PS1-8, PS2-7, PS3-11, PS4-5, SNES-1, Switch-1, Wii-6, Xbox 360-32, Xbox One-1), Amiibos-20, 3 Consoles (3DSXL-1, PS2-1, PS3-1) [W] PayPal (F&F/G&S, Buyer's Preference)

Newly added:
Version Item Condition Price (Includes Shipping)
The Legend of Zelda: Tears of the Kingdom Limited Edition Console Joycons, Straps, Grip Brand New $160.00
The Legend of Zelda: Tears of the Kingdom Limited Edition Console Box & Inserts Brand New (minor cut/damage in one spot on a corner) $60.00
About the above:

All images uploaded for this post will be included here:

Shipping is USPS Priority Mail. Items will be placed in bubble wrap and shipped inside boxes. Tracking and insurance are included. Add the following to all orders:

  1. GAMES

Things of note:

Console Game Condition Price
3DS Animal Crossing: New Leaf CIB - Complete In Box $14.00
3DS Disney Magical World CIB - Complete In Box $13.00
Atari 2600 Dragonfire CIB - Complete In Box $24.00
Atari 2600 Missile Command Loose - Cartridge/Discs Only $4.00
Atari 2600 Space Jockey Loose - Cartridge/Discs Only $3.00
Atari 2600 Space War Loose - Cartridge/Discs Only $4.00
Atari 2600 Video Chess Loose - Cartridge/Discs Only $4.00
Atari 2600 Warplock Loose - Cartridge/Discs Only $4.00
Game Boy Asteroids Loose - Cartridge/Discs Only $9.00
Genesis Columns Loose - Cartridge/Discs Only $4.00
NDS Lego Batman: The Videogame CIB - Complete In Box $4.00
NDS Lunar: Dragon Song Loose - Cartridge/Discs Only $8.00
NDS Spectrobes Boxed - Cartridge/Discs with Box (No Manual/Extras) $9.00
NES Deadly Towers Loose - Cartridge/Discs Only $5.00
NES Donkey Kong Classics Loose - Cartridge/Discs Only $15.00
NES Double Dragon Loose - Cartridge/Discs Only $9.00
NES Gauntlet II Loose - Cartridge/Discs Only $6.00
NES Gyromite [5 Screw] Loose - Cartridge/Discs Only $5.00
NES Ironsword: Wizards & Warriors II Loose - Cartridge/Discs Only $4.00
NES Karate Champ [5 Screw] Loose - Cartridge/Discs Only $4.00
NES Ninja Gaiden Loose - Cartridge/Discs Only $9.00
NES Section-Z [5 Screw] Loose - Cartridge/Discs Only $6.00
NES The Bard's Tale Loose - Cartridge/Discs Only $19.00
NES The Immortal Loose+ - Cartridge/Discs with Manual $16.00
PC Final Fantasy VIII Loose+ - Cartridge/Discs with Proper Disc Sleeve $10.00
PS1 Final Fantasy VIII Loose - Cartridge/Discs Only $9.00
PS1 Gex: Enter the Gecko Loose+ - Cartridge/Discs with Manual $25.00
PS1 Spawn: The Eternal CIB - Complete In Box $20.00
PS1 Star Wars: Episode I The Phantom Menace Loose - Cartridge/Discs Only $8.00
PS1 Tekken [Long Box] Boxed - Cartridge/Discs with Box (No Manual/Extras) - Box Damaged, Price Reduced $10.00
PS1 Test Drive: Off-Road CIB - Complete In Box $5.00
PS1 Test Drive: Off-Road 2 CIB - Complete In Box $3.00
PS1 Tomb Raider: The Last Revelation CIB - Complete In Box $7.00
PS2 ATV Offroad Fury 2 [Not for Resale] CIB - Complete In Box $4.00
PS2 Devil May Cry 2 Loose - Cartridge/Discs Only $4.00
PS2 EverQuest Online Adventures Boxed - Cartridge/Discs with Box (No Manual/Extras) $5.00
PS2 Final Fantasy X Loose - Cartridge/Discs Only $5.00
PS2 Final Fantasy XII Loose - Cartridge/Discs Only $4.00
PS2 Kingdom Hearts Re:Chain of Memories CIB - Complete In Box $8.00
PS2 Ultimate Board Game Collection CIB - Complete In Box $3.00
PS3 Diablo III CIB - Complete In Box $4.00
PS3 Dragon Age: Origins - Ultimate Edition Boxed - Cartridge/Discs with Box (No Manual/Extras) $14.00
PS3 Kingdom Hearts HD 2.5 ReMIX CIB - Complete In Box $6.00
PS3 Mass Effect 2 CIB - Complete In Box $2.00
PS3 Mass Effect 3 Sealed $7.00
PS3 Mortal Kombat Vs. DC Universe [Greatest Hits] CIB+ - Complete In Box Including Extras $7.00
PS3 Red Dead Redemption Boxed - Cartridge/Discs with Box (No Manual/Extras) $13.00
PS3 Tomb Raider CIB - Complete In Box $5.00
PS3 Uncharted 2: Among Thieves (Game of the Year) [Greatest Hits] CIB - Complete In Box $5.00
PS3 Uncharted: Drake's Fortune (Game of the Year) [Greatest Hits] CIB - Complete In Box $3.00
PS3 White Knight Chronicles: International Edition CIB - Complete In Box $7.00
PS4 Destiny CIB - Complete In Box $3.00
PS4 Disney Infinity 2.0 Edition CIB - Complete In Box $10.00
PS4 Olympic Games Tokyo 2020 Sealed $15.00
PS4 Puyo Puyo Tetris 2 Sealed $15.00
PS4 Super Monkey Ball - Banana Mania (Anniversary Edition) Sealed $15.00
SNES WWF Super WrestleMania Loose - Cartridge/Discs Only $6.00
Switch Harvest Moon: Light of Hope SE - Complete CIB - Complete In Box $13.00
Wii Disney Epic Mickey CIB - Complete In Box $4.00
Wii Donkey Kong Country Returns CIB - Complete In Box $10.00
Wii Donkey Kong Country Returns CIB - Complete In Box $10.00
Wii Elebits CIB - Complete In Box $5.00
Wii Resident Evil 4: Wii Edition CIB - Complete In Box $9.00
Wii Super Mario Galaxy Boxed - Cartridge/Discs with Box (No Manual/Extras) $12.00
Xbox 360 Alone in the Dark CIB - Complete In Box $6.00
Xbox 360 Batman: Arkham City CIB - Complete In Box $3.00
Xbox 360 BioShock Loose+ - Cartridge/Discs with Behind the Scenes Disc $3.00
Xbox 360 BioShock 2 CIB - Complete In Box $4.00
Xbox 360 Borderlands CIB - Complete In Box $2.00
Xbox 360 Borderlands 2 CIB - Complete In Box $5.00
Xbox 360 Burnout Paradise CIB - Complete In Box $5.00
Xbox 360 Call of Duty: Modern Warfare 2 Loose - Cartridge/Discs Only $4.00
Xbox 360 Devil May Cry 4 Loose - Cartridge/Discs Only $5.00
Xbox 360 Enemy Territory: Quake Wars CIB - Complete In Box $6.00
Xbox 360 Fallout: New Vegas CIB - Complete In Box $4.00
Xbox 360 Halo 3 Loose - Cartridge/Discs Only $5.00
Xbox 360 Kinect Adventures! CIB - Complete In Box $3.00
Xbox 360 LEGO Batman: The Videogame Loose - Cartridge/Discs Only $3.00
Xbox 360 LEGO Harry Potter: Years 5-7 CIB - Complete In Box $4.00
Xbox 360 LEGO Star Wars: The Complete Saga CIB - Complete In Box $7.00
Xbox 360 Lost Planet: Extreme Condition Loose - Cartridge/Discs Only $3.00
Xbox 360 Mass Effect CIB - Complete In Box $5.00
Xbox 360 Mass Effect 2 CIB - Complete In Box $4.00
Xbox 360 Mass Effect 3 CIB - Complete In Box $4.00
Xbox 360 Plants vs. Zombies CIB - Complete In Box $6.00
Xbox 360 Pure CIB - Complete In Box $5.00
Xbox 360 Rocksmith CIB - Complete In Box $7.00
Xbox 360 SoulCalibur IV CIB - Complete In Box $5.00
Xbox 360 Star Wars: The Force Unleashed CIB - Complete In Box $5.00
Xbox 360 The Elder Scrolls IV: Oblivion -- Game of the Year Edition CIB - Complete In Box $7.00
Xbox 360 The Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim CIB - Complete In Box $2.00
Xbox 360 The Orange Box Loose - Cartridge/Discs Only $14.00
Xbox 360 Turok Boxed - Cartridge/Discs with Box (No Manual/Extras) $9.00
Xbox 360 Unreal Tournament III Loose - Cartridge/Discs Only $4.00
Xbox 360 Viva Pinata Loose+ - Cartridge/Discs with Manual $3.00
Xbox 360 Your Shape: Fitness Evolved CIB - Complete In Box $3.00
Xbox One Disney Infinity 3.0 Edition CIB - Complete In Box $6.00

Console Manual Price
GBA Lara Croft Tomb Raider: The Prophecy $7.00
GBA Super Mario Advance 2: Super Mario World $7.00
GBA Wario Land 4 $10.00
PS1 Brave Fencer Musashi $27.00
PS1 Breath of Fire III $21.00
PS1 Final Fantasy Origins $6.00
PS1 Intelligent Qube $12.00
PS1 Vagrant Story $21.00
PS1 Wild Arms $14.00

Note: All Amiibos are "loose". Images included in the link at the top of the post. Amiibos also require $15.00 shipping regardless of how many are purchased. Their bases are just too big for the $10 shipping box's size.
Amiibo Price
Diddy Kong $17.00
Donkey Kong $25.00
Dr. Mario $13.00
Fox $9.00
Link $31.00
Link - Majora's Mask $40.00
Link - Toon $24.00
Lucario $13.00
Luigi $17.00
Mario $13.00
Mario - 30th, Classic $10.00
Marth $11.00
Mega Man $15.00
Pac-Man $12.00
Peach $11.00
Pikachu $9.00
Princess Zelda $28.00
Simon $19.00
Sonic $26.00
Yoshi $21.00

Console Notes Price
Nintendo 3DS XL Black & Red Comes with charging cable & grip. Boots directly into custom firmware. Will remove NNID prior to shipping. Will come with a 128gb SanDisk SD Card. $135.00
Playstation 3 Slim System Comes with power cable, HDMI cable, and at least 1 official controller (rubber in thumbsticks may feel sticky) and may include bonus official or third party controllers for free. System is loaded with CFW and boots directly into it. System has new thermal paste and rubber block installed that helps apply pressure to the CPU/Heatsink to additionally reduce temperatures and prolong system lifespan. $90.00
Playstation 2 System (Phat) Comes with power cable, PS2-to-HDMI adapter, HDMI cable, 1 official PS1 memory card, 1 official PS2 memory card, and 1 official controller (rubber in thumbsticks may feel sticky). System is modded and comes with 1TB HDD. Shell has an area on the side that is broken from a drop, but all internals are unharmed, and system has been tested and was found working as expected. May include additional memory cards for free. $90.00

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2023.06.09 15:08 maenefa the plumage, the antlers, the vibrant throat sac

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2023.06.09 15:08 Kandyicee420 Fire, infidelity and puppies!

Brian is my fiance and Thomas is my longtime ex who I feel nothing for .... Interpret for me or tell me what you think.
I had a dream that I was on some kind of farm with Brian and his family it was a house though too and people worked there and Brian worked there and I was there as well a lot. There was puppies in the barn.... Randomly this really pretty girl skinny perfect hair elegant just perfect comes along and starts working there. I don't know what she did but she was there. Brian took an interest in her and let it be known. I tried my hardest to keep them away from eachother but it didn't work because he found his own ways to see and talk to her without me knowing. Then made it seem like she was into him moreso than he was into her ...but it wasn't the case. I confronted her and confronted Brian and all hell broke loose. The whole house and garage burst into flames and it was almost hellish..... I think they had fallen in love.... But as the dream went on and the buildings were burst into flames we found ourselves on a bed and the other girl was at the end of the bed half naked and shivering ...while I spoke to Brian he had a big gash on his wrist and was bleeding and was acting slightly hysterical but was sitting with me.. The woman at the end of the bed hysterically got up to leave and Brian went after her.... I went after both of them angry as hell.... There was an older lady out in the fiery barn ...and we were all looking out the window... Brian was looking at the other girl longingly... but then the girl turned into some kind of demon and spoke some creepy whispering words to Brian and he snapped out of it and she dissapeared.... I ended up in a room with Thomas who said he caught Brian red handed but wouldn't give me details..... Location changes and we're in the house with some of Brian's family the girl is there and she's ok she's with his family.... Brian leaves and the girl starts hitting me with something i kept shutting the bathroom door to shower but it kept opening and Brian wasn't there so I the end of the dream I told Brian to go do what he wants and needs to do even tho we have a child and a baby on the way.... I gave him his ring back and left...
In my interpretation.... It's making me think maybe my mind is telling me hes not faithful and I need to run.... He's never completely cheated on me but has mentally...and whenever we have fought and separated he was always looking for someone new to flirt with and things. This dream was crazy .... I just had to share even if the meaning seems clear I want to hear opinions... Thank you !
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2023.06.09 15:05 Ok_Dimension_4707 Tiefling art across the editions

Tiefling art across the editions submitted by Ok_Dimension_4707 to dndmemes [link] [comments]

2023.06.09 15:02 Ok_Bumblebee_3978 Is this top coat + tone hair gloss the same as the toner they use in a salon? If not, what’s the difference?

Is this top coat + tone hair gloss the same as the toner they use in a salon? If not, what’s the difference? submitted by Ok_Bumblebee_3978 to Hair [link] [comments]

2023.06.09 15:00 Ok_Bumblebee_3978 Is this top coat + tone hair gloss the same as toners a salon would use? If not, what’s the difference?

Is this top coat + tone hair gloss the same as toners a salon would use? If not, what’s the difference? submitted by Ok_Bumblebee_3978 to HairDye [link] [comments]

2023.06.09 15:00 playingthestation Sun & Moon Theory

Is it possible that Sun & Moon could be William Afton?
We have a return of Gregory, Micheal & Cassidy but there is little known about William. Since he "died" in FNAF 6 and what is left is just a virus, could the Jekyll and Hyde character represent his actual spirit returning like the others.
The bi-polar broken parts of him where he did actually want to keep kids safe and for them to have fun vs the dark part of him that became obsessed with remnant.
If we go with the theory about him loving the Freddy bear show when he was little and that the balloon boy arcade is in his room, could his story be represented there? Since he was little he was happy and sunny but then when he kept getting hurt but the environment around him it caused his illness to surface more and more till it was just the moon or Hyde version of himself that he was afraid of.
A possible connection could be seen in Help Wanted with the virus version of the golden rabbit where he has his normal happy dancing self vs the dark shadow version just watching you.
Also, in Help Wanted and as Nightmare Balloon Boy purple seems to be penetrating the normal colors of his red and blue look. His eyes have purple eyelids in Help Wanted and Nightmare Balloon Boy's strips have purple in instead of their normal colors.
Just a thought.
Edit: Had a hard time finding pictures, but this is a fan made poster with them together (yes, this poster does have some fake ones but the balloon boys are real). I've attached a link to the original Reddit picture.
Fan Help Wanted poster
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2023.06.09 14:56 Dramatic_Photograph1 Jaded

P.S: I think I'm deeply fucked on a fundamental level [I'm pessimistic?]. I can't empirically and completely justify it, but that is what I feel. All that I have written is based on this feeling. This will be long and overexplained, and yes, this post is a biiiit political. Please don't shoot me, I won't ask you to vote for xyz.
I think I had a pretty rough start compared to the average person. I won't play Trauma Olympics, but I think that I had a set of life circumstances that were niche enough that there just weren't as many resources and attention dedicated to people like me. In other words, I think people like me are uniquely marginalized. What's this special can of worms you ask? I'm a second-generation Chinese American. I think it's funny just saying that, but I do think politically and socially we are kind of like homeless. The vast majority of U.S Asian Americans in general feel like they don't really belong here, so I don't think I'm a special snowflake or something. Which honestly is even more depressing.
I don't think I'm treated with respect. I think people speak over me. I see it a lot in how I'm stereotyped. People think they are all sorts of smart when they make China jokes to me. I'm not exactly offended, but I feel like it's a means to take power away from me. I feel like I have to fight for my dignity more than the average American. It feels bad because it's a sort of hypervigilance that's been forced on me that's admittedly, in part, self-imposed.
This goes towards the positive ends of the spectrum as well. I sometimes get people asking me "Are you Japanese/Korean". That might seem like an innocent question, but I interpret it differently. I think people see Japanese and Koreans as "good East Asians". I.e Japanese people are polite and proper and Koreans are hot. So when somebody says "You look a bit Korean", it feels like they're saying you must be Korean because I find you good-looking for an East Asian. And when somebody asks me "Are you Japanese" after giving them, well, good service it feels off. The times when I replied with "No I'm Chinese" have been met with mixed reactions. Most people are cool, but some people I won't even get into. This, I believe some would call benevolent racism.
All this exposition is to overexplain that as a racial minority, you're probably going to have to navigate problems that the average American doesn't have to. This is not the end of the world - it's not like these problems are unmanageable. However, I think that there just aren't enough resources out there to get people like me to understand how to properly manage these challenges. For example, I don't really know how to deal with rude people. Why? Well, part of it I think is because I found that the people who tried to teach me couldn't really relate to me on an emotional level.
Let me paint the scene: I probably overreacted/reacted unstrategically to some rude/racist behavior. Enough of these incidents happen and the school tries to help me. Teachers and psychologists try to give me pointers. I could not fathom it. "Ignore it". "Kill them with kindness". "They're just kids". "Don't stoop to their level". I could not fathom it because I thought they were basically asking me to forgive my enemies. It made no sense to me back then, and some parts of it still do not make sense to me today. I felt that people who were rude to me were basically assaulting my humanity because you need to see someone like they are below you to treat them like shit. It was like I was being robbed of my power. I could do nothing to fight back, and I still cannot. I have resorted to ignoring it because I feel that there is just simply nothing I can do in front of that kind of behavior.
I think Asian Americans have it the hardest socially with respect to this. There is not even the option of fighting fire with fire, because you're just kind of a meme race. There's sort of a filter with this stuff, If you know what people say about Asian eating habits... then you're in the know.
All this is to overexplain that a large part of my life has been figuring out my identity. Unfortunately, my identity was mostly shoved down my throat because of a set of life circumstances. Having to figure out how to navigate social environments when you don't have the necessary tools and resources plus the minority penalty means that I have catching up to do. Catching up that's more difficult as you get older, it looks like. I'm not fully caught up. Everyone is kind of a work in progress but I think I am lagging behind. I think I'm a boring person that questions himself too much. Unconfident. A lot of it has to do with, yes, the entire essay above.
It just feels like my life is something that I am being motherfucking subjected to. It feels like I have to carry this sack of responsibilities, roles, stereotypes, and expectations with me. Why the hell was I born into this? What the fuck. It is a slog. And forgive me, but I do envy others because it looks like their sack is less heavy. Can we please trade sacks?
I am bitter and tired. I only go through with the motions of life instead of living it. It is hard for me to care about things. What makes me excited right now is Judo. That's just because I like the pain and violence. I like the fact that we are being trained to control another human being. Yes, control and power. I get to drag people this way and that way then I clobber them with uchi mata. It's a place where I get to impose my will on another living human being. It's amazing. I know, I'm sadistic. It's a place where I can let loose without questioning myself. For once, I get to meet someone head-on instead of ignoring them. For once I can go bone against bone and they cannot laugh me off. For once, I fucking matter and even I can't deny nor question myself, because everything in the dojo is a result of effort. Yes, when I get slammed or slam somebody else, it is all earned. The pain is real. The victory is real. Judo makes me alive. I don't think I would have gotten better with it.
I have a hard time finding the words to tie this with dating. I don't want to rant or throw shit on the wall until something sticks. I think that when having to try your best to meet expectations and responsibilities is the norm, not trying can be seen as cool and rebellious, liberating. I do not think this is particularly novel. Lots of young people are doing stuff like this. In China, they have "laying flat". In America, we have antiwork, zoomers and their mentality(gen I belong to), and I think lots of feminist movements do something like this too(being aware of emotional labor). I see dating as another kind of social dance. And social skills are something that I lag behind on. Please trade sacks with me.
The problem is that I evidently care about having a woman love me. I just do. The idea of a girlfriend excites me if I let it. The problem is I might be a misogynist. I believe general stuff found on PurplePillDebate. I'm of the mind that the best a guy like me can do is to ignore it when cute couples hold hands or the hot guy at the gym sleeps with all the girls there. I'm pretty bitter about it because I wish I was in their position. There is nothing that I can do to change this. I think that part of my fantasy is the need for a woman to validate me for who I am without me having to put in the effort. Why? Because I want to drop that damn sack for a second god damn it. I'm just way too bitter and tired. The joke is that I'm fucking 23 and graduating in a week. It's okay you can laugh. I allow it lol.
The worse part is I think I'm jaded enough that people can see it. I try to be chill but truly, I am fucking jaded. My worse fear is that I do actually become habitually violent. It's has happened before when I question myself. "Why are you such a pushover", and suddenly I let loose some restraints. It's quite ugly. I just don't know how to deal with the shit in my life.
I won't go too much into it, but there's also an entire discourse about Asian American gender relations. I don't want to go into that entire rabbit hole, but it's there. If you know, you know. I will not get into it, but I think I am pretty misogynistic. Especially towards AA women. As in I assume they don't like me because I remind them of their brother.
Oh btw here's me.
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2023.06.09 14:55 kiplet1 [City of Roses] no. 27.3: “Quite distressing” – well as She might – taking Any hand – Something falls

[City of Roses] no. 27.3: “Quite distressing” – well as She might – taking Any hand – Something falls
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“Quite distressing,” says the older man, there in the wingback chair. “Though one does not wish to play the churl. A certain degree of disarray must certainly be allowed, given the shocks – the challenge, the duel – ”
“Allowed?” says Agravante, there by the yellow stone fireplace, an elbow up on the mantel, and the older man takes a sip of milky tea from a thin bone china cup. “How is the King’s champion, by the way?” he says.
“Death’s door,” says Agravante. There on the mantel by his elbow a fiendish little basket-box, carved from a chunk of dark red wood. “Shame,” says the older man, shaking his head, stiff grey curls swept back, and the collar of his shirt undone, a blue scarf knotted tidily about his throat. “Though it is distasteful, how they might linger, on that threshold? Neither here, nor there,” and another sip of tea.
“What is it that distresses you, Medardus,” says Agravante. White-gold locks tied neatly black, his grey suit shot with blue.
“It’s a delicate question I’d have answered, Pinabel,” says the older man, setting the cup in the saucer on his lap, clink. “Does the King yet mean to pursue his bold vision?”
Agravante’s brow pinches. “Of course,” he says. “Insofar as I know.”
Medardus smiles. “Delicately put,” he says. “It’s been two days.”
“These things take time.”
“Two days,” says Medardus, “since he took from me mine offer,” knobbled fingers closing in a fist, drawn up by his yet-mild smile. “And not a word said since.”
“There’s much to be considered,” says Agravante. “Four of you do vie for her hand.”
“Please, Pinabel,” says Medardus, dropping his hand, and a clatter of cup and saucer. “It’s an indulgence to pretend the choice isn’t manifestly clear – that mine is not the best offering.”
“The best, perhaps,” says Agravante. “But sufficient?” A slatey shoulder shrugs.
“The King would demand more?”
“How can I answer that,” says Agravante, “when I know nothing of what you’ve promised, or he might require.”
“Nothing,” says Medardus, still smiling. “Such a delicate word.” Setting cup and saucer on the low table between them. “I would hope,” he says, “it could always be said that the Hound has done well by Medardus,” and he knots those knobby fingers in his lap. “Much as it can be said, to a surety, that Medardus has done well by the Hound.”
Rather carefully, Agravante does not smile at that, or nod, his shoulders do not move, nor does his arm, there by the basket-box. “Of course,” he says.
“But it’s also said,” says Medardus, “that a fear grips your court: that the line is not unbroken. That the Queen, despite her, prodigious recovery, has no Bride of her own. That your King’s hand, howsomever reluctantly, is forced. That he means,” and here Medardus leans forward, elbows on knees, “to take the Princess for himself, and that is why our offers go unanswered.” Sitting back, a dismissive fillip of his fingers. “Or so it’s said.”
“By some,” says Agravante.
“Indeed,” says Medardus.
“But not to me,” says Agravante.
“Ah.” Medardus pushes himself to his feet. “Tell me,” he says, as Agravante leads him out of the little drawing room, “how fares the Count?”
“Grandfather?” says Agravante, pushing open the sliding wood-paneled door. “He sleeps.” Beyond, a narrow hall, in the shadow of a long straight staircase.

“Oh,” he says. “It’s you.” A glass of wine in his hand, something dark. “She isn’t here.”
“She will be, soon enough,” says Marfisa, muddy boot up on the side porch step. “Jason, can I just, wait inside?” The collar of her sheepskin coat turned up, loose white hair stirred by a gust. He steps back, the door held open, his lips a sour purse between his mustache and his dull red beard.
Up the steps into a mud room, painted blue, forgotten coats and a tangle of umbrellas, a scooter, a chalkboard palimpsested with to-dos and shopping lists, “Ah ah,” he’s saying, pointing, thick-lensed glasses blanked out by the ceiling light, and she scrubs her boots against a mat before stepping up into a kitchen to the left there, ruddy stove and a steaming pot of something, stainless steel refrigerator hung about with coupons and note cards, a calendar, a math test festooned with red checks and gold stars, past a breakfast bar sloppily piled with newspapers and a box of soda cans, into a narrow sitting room, a low brown couch, a girl tucked at one end of it, under a red and yellow blanket, and pink headphones startling against her dark hair, watching something on the tablet on her lap. “Grace,” says Jason, still in the kitchen, but she’s already snatching off the headphones, a burst of chirpy music, as Marfisa steps about the low coffee table. “Hey, Mar,” says the girl on the couch, and “Grace,” says Jason again, “upstairs,” as Marfisa sits herself at the other end. Something bulky’s tucked in her coat, she leans over the table, pulling it out, a flat paper sack that spills out a sheaf of handbills, goldenrod pages splashed with black lines, a dancer rendered in calligraphy, and each marked by the green dot of an eye. “Oh, hey,” says the girl, springing from under the blanket, all elbows and knees and clattering headphones, “is that,” says Jason says “Grace!” again, but she’s already scooped up a handbill, turning it over and back again, nothing else to it but little pull-tabs at the bottom, each printed with an elaborately arabesqued question mark. “You’re putting these up?”
Marfisa shrugs. “You’ve seen them?”
“Yesterday, at Mississippi Pizza?” says Grace. “Did you hang ’em there?” Marfisa shrugs again. “The Mercury just had a thing about these things, like how nobody knows what they are, or who’s, it’s, it’s you! You’re doing it! Is it like, are you putting the band back together?”
“Grace,” says Jason.
“What,” snaps Grace, rolling her eyes away.
“Upstairs,” he says, “now. Flashcards till dinner.”
“Jason,” she says, but she’s kicking off the couch, scooping up the tablet, stomping around the table when back that way there’s a clatter and a squeak of hinges from that side porch, “I’m home!” cries someone, and “Carol!” cries Grace, turning on a dime, scampering off past Jason, through the kitchen, “Guess who’s here!”
Marfisa leans forward, slipping the handbills back in the sack, not looking up at Jason looking down at her.
And there’s Carol, by the breakfast bar, setting a brown leather book bag on the carpet. Draped in a brown and yellow striped serape, her dark hair neatly short. “Mar,” she says. “How are you.”
“Well as I might,” says Marfisa, looking up, pushing back a wave of white-gold hair. “What would you say to a chance to sing again, together?”

A hallway narrow, dim, dark doors to either side, silvery numerals set in the walls by each, slender 1s, a wiry 7, great round-bellied 6es, an 8, a 9. Iona in her yellow track suit leads the way around a corner, stops before the door at the end of the hall. 620, the numerals beside it. She plucks a white card from a pocket, holds it up before slipping it into the slot above the knob. “I miss keys,” she says, as the lock chunks, a green light flicking on. “These may be better, but not in any way that matters.” She opens the door. “Go on,” she says.
Within brown walls and gold, bathed in daylight hazed by yellow curtains drawn over corner windows. A comfortable yellow chair, a reading table and a lamp, unlit. A wide bed draped in blue and brown and at the foot of it, sat tailor-fashion, Ysabel, in a white chemise, and soft white leg-warmers thickly rumpled. “Starling,” she says, with a smile.
“My Queen,” says the Starling, a shadow there by yellow Iona, black jeans, black sweatshirt, the hood of it up. “This is not our usual Thursday,” she says, in not much more than a whisper.
“This isn’t a Thursday,” says Ysabel, nodding to Iona, who steps out, closing the door behind her. “This is a whole weekend, if you’d like.”
“But I must dance, ma’am,” says the Starling. “Today and tonight, at the club, and Saturday – ”
“It has been cleared, with your, manager,” says Ysabel. “You’re free, till Monday.”
“Free to be here, with you,” says the Starling. And then, “If it’s just to be the two of us?” Her words worn thin.
“If you’d like,” says Ysabel. “Or, step back through that door. The Chariot will happily take you anywhere in the city you may wish to go.”
The Starling reaches for the strap of the black gym bag slung from her shoulder. “I don’t mind,” she says, “being with you. I’ll just go change,” but “No,” says Ysabel, quickly, “Starling, no. Put that down. Sit with me.”
“My Queen,” says the Starling. “I am not who I am, when I’m with you.”
“Please,” says Ysabel. “Sit.”
The gym bag slumps to the speckled brown carpet. Stepping over, the Starling stands a moment before the foot of that bed, and Ysabel sat there, smiling up, but then she turns, the Starling, and finds the yellow chair behind her, and sits, a darkness in that weak light.
“I’m glad you came,” says Ysabel.
“My Queen desired it,” says the Starling.
“I thought,” says Ysabel, looking away. “I’d thought today that I might dance for you. I have danced, you know. At a party. She said I was quite good.”
“Of course,” says the Starling.
“I settled on an outfit,” says Ysabel, looking down at herself, “nothing too elaborate,” and “Good,” says the Starling, “but,” says Ysabel, “I’ve been flummoxed by my lips. What should the color be?” A hand, lifted to her mouth, her hair, “White?” she says. “To go with the ensemble? Or would that be too much? Would a simple red be enough?”
“No one pays attention to the lipstick,” says the Starling.
“You do,” says Ysabel, quickly, even sharply, and then, “You take such care, with yours.”
That hood shifts, down, to one side, dim light passing over her chin, the tip of her nose. “White’s better for the stage,” she says. “Too bold for such close quarters.”
“A simple red it is.”
“Your majesty is sad,” says the Starling, then. “Why should that be?”
“I,” says Ysabel, shoulders lifting, and her chin, a retort swelling but then suddenly pricked, deflating, and she looks away. “Affairs of the city,” she says.
“Not the heart, then?” says the Starling. “Nor the hips?”
Ysabel untucks herself, a bare foot lowered to the carpet, and her hands on the edge of the bed. “Tell me,” she says. “Do you know the smell, of blood?”
That shadow sits up. “I do, ma’am,” says the Starling.
“She sleeps,” Ysabel’s saying. “Peacefully. Her wound is poulticed with a fief’s portion. The bleeding’s long since stopped, but,” and she takes in a deep breath, shivering at the top of it, a sigh, “wherever I go in those rooms I still can smell it, that – tang, like an armor hot from the sun, and I,” but the Starling’s standing, stepping over, she kneels at the foot of the bed, reaches for a hand that Ysabel lifts away, “here I am,” she says, “holed up in a hotel across town.”
The Starling sits back on her heels. “Would you rather go to her?” but Ysabel’s shaking her head, “The Mason,” she says, “watches over her. She wants for nothing. I am,” but then she stops, and the Starling catches her hand, draws it down, covers it with her own. Ysabel says, “My brother once told me,” but then she stops again, blinking rapidly, looking down at the Starling looking up from under her black hood. “He was once a little boy,” says Ysabel. “Did you know that?”
“The King,” says the Starling, “yes, ma’am, of course. I remember those days.”
“Not even a Prince, just an infant, he came to me, in the little garden, and took my hand, and asked me, sister, why are you crying?” Turning her hand in the Starling’s hand, taking hold of it, squeezing. “And I said, because I do not wish to wed. But I am the Bride, I said, and one day a King will come, and I must take his hand. Whether I will or no, I must, but he,” looking away, “he swore to me, then and there, most earnestly, that he would one day be the King, that I might never need take anyone’s hand.”
The Starling says, “And he did just that.”
“My brother,” says Ysabel, “the King, this,” and her eyes close, the lashes of them shining, “city,” she says, and her mouth closes about another, unsaid word, she swallows, and a lick at her lips. “Jo,” she says.
“My Queen,” says the Starling. “I will go, and change, and dance for you, to take your mind,” but “No,” says Ysabel, leaning forward, her hands on the Starling’s shoulders, “do not change, do not dress, do not perform,” lifting a hand, right to the very hem of that hood, but then pulled back, withdrawn. “I would see you just as you are,” she says, her hands once more in her lap.
“But, my lady,” says the Starling, and she reaches up to draw back that hood. “I am always as I am.” Black hair uncurled, slicked back, clipped down to stubble along her temples, about those ears. Her cheeks, the line of that jaw. The nose. Those eyes, only a hazeled hint of green. Thin lips unpainted, upturned, parting as Ysabel leans close to say, “And you are with me,” and then a feathery kiss, tugging at the Starling’s hands, lifting, the Starling who stands up before her, and her hands fall to the Starling’s hips, rough black denim, the belt loops, her thumb, the wide leather belt, looking up, those green eyes. She yanks at the bulky black sweatshirt, “Get this off,” she says, and the Starling lifts it up and off and tosses it aside. Bare now from the waist up, and the torso of her lean and long, and her long arms sinewy lowering, curling, Ysabel’s darkly hands caught up against the smooth pale chest of her by those wide white hands, and the backs of them snarled with thick blue veins.
“Now would you have me go and change?” murmurs the Starling.
“But you are beautiful,” says Ysabel, slipping her hands free, reaching for the tongue of the belt. The buckle jangles. “Majesty,” says the Starling, “I am many things, but,” and a gasp, at the kiss pressed there below her shadowed navel, as those black jeans loosen, lop, as Ysabel’s fingers dip within to uncurl a palely slender cock, and a stroke for the lengthening lift of it, “oh,” says the Starling, “my Queen, you needn’t,” as her hand cups Ysabel’s face.
“But do you want me to,” says Ysabel, and the Starling, shivering, nods. “The principles, I should think,” says Ysabel, “are essentially the same?” And a lick of a kiss for the tip of it, there on her palm.

Pinned to the pole a mulching bark of posters, flyers, handbills, postcards, lapped and shingled one over another, rain-dimpled, sun-faded, twisted, torn, defaced, Thrash or Die, April Showers Burlesque, Snap! at the Holocene, Anodyne Presents, Missing Dog, Laughing Horse, Drum Circle Saturday Rain or Shine, Cinco de Mayo on the Waterfront, big black letters on an enormous sheet, Grupo Samurjay, Grupo Maravilla, Los Supremos de Los Hermanos Flores, Woodburn Rocks. As the bus pulls away she’s pushing back her black hair looking up toward the top of that slithery bristling treeline, there where handfuls of old notices have been ripped away leaving crowded dozens of denuded staples, glinting, by a metal sign that says No Parking This Block, a relatively fresh sheet of goldenrod paper, mad black scribbles limning a dancer, a single eye of bright green ink. She reaches up, to the pull-tabs fluttering the bottom of it, each printed with only an elaborately arabesqued question mark. Her other hand holds fast a black leather knapsack slung from the shoulder of her slick black jacket. Her glasses with thick black frames. With a sudden yank she rips the handbill down.
A broad porch with four front doors set one right next to another, and she unlocks, slips through the third of them, and up an immediate steep staircase, narrow between dark walls, unlit, that yellow page bright in her hand. Around the wall at the top of the stairs through an open room a couch the floor before it piled with cardboard boxes into a long hall once painted white, some time ago, lit by daylight seeping in from somewhere else. At the end of it a dark room, curtains drawn, and she closes the door behind her, a shadow in the shadows. Flump of the knapsack, dropped to the floor, creaking footstep, the thick click of a switch. Light blares from naked bulbs in the fixture in the middle of the ceiling, pink springs from the walls all whorled curlicues and faded bouquets, the bed there, skewed bedclothes striped dull brown and beige, and on the floor at the foot of it a great conical pile knee-high or more of gleaming golden dust.
She steps around it, jacket half-unzipped. A ridge of the pile has settled, slumped, dust trailed over the floor away from it, and the goldenrod poster drops, crumpled, from the hand she’s lifting to her throat, to the bit of black lace tied there. Steps back, around the bed. She grabs a little hand broom from the nightstand. Kneels down by the pile. Begins to sweep up the goldstuff, careful with each thread and grain.

Eyelids a-twitch, lips parting just to say not even a whisper, maybe a number, counting, nine or ten, eleven, those lids blink open over mud-colored eyes that swivel, narrow, try to focus, a gleaming edge there, mirror-bright, shifting as she blinks the length of it flat and smooth and slender, somehow deep within it coiling whorls of light and dark chased up and down a shallow groove that cleanly stretches up and up to a glittering net there on the pillow, wiry strands that knot a cage about a simple hilt she jerks away, kicks back sitting up, “Shit,” she says, as the sword’s tangled in the sheets, teetering at the edge of the futon. She’s bent over, thin white T-shirt, wine-red hair, rubbing her shin, a thin dark line of blood beading down by her ankle, “Shit,” she says, again. Snatching the hilt she whips the blade free from the sheets, “this fucking,” but it turns in her hand, a wrench and away it flies across the room to crack and a wibble it’s stabbed the white wall there by the plain black scabbard, hung from a nail, and the painted skull-mask also, the mane of it stirred by that thrust. Jo blinks. “Okay,” she says, to herself.
Without, the hallway’s dark, the little lights strung along the ceiling unlit. The kitchen beyond is empty, only glancing daylight and shadows. Jo leans over to knock at the door across the hall, “Ysabel?” she says, turning the knob. The room within all yellow and white, gauzy curtains, big bed neatly made, the armoire shut, and nothing draped over the dressing screen in the corner. “Ysabel?” says Jo again, but something, she looks down. Something lightly, barely there, faintly wisps, like down, like ash, falling from, brushing her foot, past her knee, caught there in the hem of her T-shirt, falling from, she lifts it, peering down at her belly beneath, and the line that climbs it packed with an ashen crust and a last few spangles of gold and, she touches it crumbling, flaking away, the pink skin taut beneath.
Back against the jamb. Dropping the hem of the shirt her hand to her breast, and quick wincing shallow breaths. Lurching up across and over to the dresser, a bouquet of heavy-headed peonies pink and yellow, she grabs a small brass box and pries it open, frees a cigarette, and a ragged book of matches.
The hall, the back room, dark, the back door and out, outside, out in the grass, under the sky, sunlight and blue sky, and glowering clouds behind, white and blue and grey and blue and greenly black, swollen with the coming rain. Fitting the cigarette to her lips but even as she opens the matchbook she’s falling to her knees in the lushly green, soft grass out to the parapets to either side, and she coughs up a sob, another, doubled over on her shaking shuddering self, her hand a fist to her chest.
The cigarette falls white to the grass before her. Feathers of grey-white ash caught about it, and sparks of gold.
A call behind her, muffled by walls and doors. Sitting up she catches, holds her breath. Swallows. A slam back there, distant, bump of a footfall, she wipes her eyes with the back of her hand and leans forward getting her feet under herself but the back door bangs open boot-thump someone shouting and she springs up turns her arm flung out the sword
The sword in her hand –
Her hand, her arm extended shoulder dropped her torso sidelong and her front foot planted, off leg leaned back straight and true, off hand slung back to balance the thrust that’s ended sword-tip snagged in a corner of his unzipped shortwaisted jacket yanked up one side he’s twisted, turned away from it, both arms flung up and alarm gently folding his face.
“Oh God,” says Jo, dropping the blade, the ring of it soft on the grass.
“You’re awake,” says Luys, lowering his arms. Brushing the front of his soft brown jacket, his finger finding the hole punched there. “Your coat,” says Jo, “I’m so, sorry,” but “No sin espinas,” he’s saying, almost to himself, holding out a hand, “You are awake,” he says, but she rushes past that hand to crash into him tumbling her arms about him there on the rooftop under the clouds, she’s kissing his throat and then as he lowers his head she looks up to kiss his mouth, his mouth.
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2023.06.09 14:53 KeeperOfCorvus Sheriff's Deputy Corrections drug test question!

I've been hired, aced through all testing, was pushed to the top of the list, signed my conditional offer and about to take the drug screening next week. I don't do drugs or drink of any kind for years. A hair sample would affirm this, though I'm only being urine tested. I've been honest and up front through the entire hiring process and plan to keep it that way. My worry is with the one medication I take. My medication is only offered/tested on 14 panel tests or higher. I live in a small secluded town, looking to work the local jail (not a prison or larger institution.) *My question is: Do the Sheriffs Dept (particularly small town practice) tend to DQ new recruits over a prescribed low dose medication that is protected by discrimination with the ADA and last on the list of substances even tested for? They won't find any other red flags with me. I really am squeaky clean, rearing my 40s. For small town sheriffs departments, do they tend to test for every panel under the sun? Or standard 5-12 panel? Or would this be potentially overlooked with honesty, as it is a personal (not abused) medication. I know that by procedure, if I am DQ'd, it would be a temporary DQ by up to a year until I happen to not take the medication any longer. Have you heard of recruits being DQ'd for their medication? Please, I need genuine guidance, all the help I can get. I give my test/sample next week. My inclination is to be honest, but on the other hand I risk shooting myself in the foot by informing them of my medication that they may not even test for! Thanks for your time!
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2023.06.09 14:46 B0037 ChatGTP : Show me Finn Balor's promo the night after JD Donagh joins Judgement Day

[The scene opens on Monday Night Raw, the night after SummerSlam. The arena is buzzing with anticipation as the crowd eagerly awaits Finn Balor's arrival. The lights dim, and a sinister red glow fills the arena. Finn Balor's music hits, and he emerges from the darkness, wearing a malevolent smirk on his face. The crowd responds with a mix of boos and uneasy anticipation.]
Finn Balor: [Walking slowly to the ring, soaking in the negative energy] Ladies and gentlemen... last night at SummerSlam, the world witnessed the birth of a new era. An era fueled by darkness, deception, and raw power. And at the center of it all, stands yours truly... Finn Balor.
[The crowd erupts in boos, clearly unsettled by the change in Balor's demeanor.]
Finn Balor: Now, now, I see some of you are uncomfortable. You're confused. You're asking yourselves, "What happened to the charismatic, colorful Finn Balor we once knew?" Well, my friends, he's still here... only now, he's awakened to his true potential.
[The camera pans to the audience, capturing a mix of intrigue and apprehension.]
Finn Balor: JD McDonagh, my dear Irish comrade, last night was the turning point in both our lives. Together, we crossed a line that can never be uncrossed. We embraced the darkness, the hunger for power that resides within us all.
[The crowd boos louder, clearly disapproving of Balor's actions.]
Finn Balor: JD, my dear friend, you and I, we used to train together, dreaming of greatness. And now, as members of Judgement Day, we have the world at our feet. Together, we will rewrite the rules, redefine what it means to be a force in this industry.
[The crowd responds with a mix of jeers and chants directed at Balor.]
Finn Balor: You see, the WWE Universe is a fickle beast. They crave heroes, they worship idols. But in their hearts, they all have a dark side, a hidden desire to embrace their deepest, darkest urges. And that's where we come in, JD.
[The camera focuses on Balor's intense gaze as he speaks directly to the camera.]
Finn Balor: JD McDonagh, my brother in darkness, you have tasted the power, the rush that comes with being one of us. We will unleash havoc like never before. No one will stand in our way. The WWE landscape will tremble beneath our feet.
[The crowd boos relentlessly, but Balor revels in their disdain.]
Finn Balor: So, to all those who doubt us, who fear us... your judgment is coming. JD McDonagh and I are the harbingers of chaos, the architects of destruction. Embrace the darkness or be consumed by it. The choice is yours.
[Balor drops the microphone and exits the ring, leaving the crowd in a mixture of shock and unease as his music plays, echoing throughout the arena.]
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2023.06.09 14:45 girl_from_the_crypt Stuck on earth and looking for a job: Fog dimension

So I guess newsreaders can hide their emotions really well on TV. I’ve never seen Mary Markov in any state of heightened temper. The time she came down to help after I’d burned down the FunFlair building with Frankie was definitely a first in that regard. Then again, I’d never committed arson before either, so there were a lot of firsts that night. It’s been two days, but I can still see her angry face before me when I close my eyes. It frightened me a little.
After the fire had been doused by her staff, she gave Fran and me a look unlike anything I’d ever seen before. There was a homicidal rage in her eyes, her mouth had turned into a thin, steely line and the vein on her forehead threatened to pop. To my surprise (and admittedly relief), she turned the entirety of that wrath against Frankie Preston. “What in the world were you thinking?” she thundered, looming dangerously over the shorter man. “You committed a goddamn crime! If you were a normal person, I’d have to get you behind bars now!”
“Wait, I’m the privileged one here?” he snapped. “That woman tortured me! She brought me into this world by fault and proceeded to make me wish I’d never been born! And there was nothing I could ever do about it, because, oh, that’s right, I’m not a normal person! As you so endearingly put it. No one has a fucking clue what I am, so it’s okay for me to suffer, isn’t it?”
Mary opened her mouth to respond, but only ended up shutting it again. Then she focused her scrutiny onto me. “I thought you’d have known better.”
“I’m sorry for the inconvenience, but I knew what I was getting myself into. This was a contemplated decision.”
“Was it ever.”
I motioned for her to step aside with me, bringing a bit of distance between ourselves and my waiter. “I’ll make it up to you,” I began. “I will, but please, please drop this.”
“Did he force you to come?”
“You don’t actually believe he could force me into anything, do you?”
Mary Markov sighed. “I guess not. Look, it’s not like I don’t understand his grudge. And from what I know of Ms Wallis, she won’t be missed by many. I just wish it didn’t have to come to this. This means a ton of work for me.”
“It means so much more to him.”
Another sorrowful moan. Then, “Alright. I have your back. But don’t, um… encourage this kind of behavior in him, please.”
“I won’t,” I promised. “What are you going to do about the other doll?”
“She’s in bad shape—”
“Trash shape,” Fran chimed in from behind, having inconspicuously strayed closer.
“She’s in bad shape,” Mary repeated, pointedly ignoring him, “and currently unresponsive, but since you said she’s shown signs of sentience, I guess we’ll have to look into her. It prompts a very interesting question, after all.”
“Being?” I offered.
“Think about it. I don’t know if you’re familiar with the other two living dolls, Zion Boyd and Bunny Martell, but they came alive after Frank tinkered with them. And now there’s this one. Maybe your little boyfriend has some kind of yet to be explored ability, seeing as he was the first to gain awareness.” She fell silent for a pregnant pause, glancing between the two of us. “Something to ponder on your drive home. Which you will be starting now.” She made a shooing motion with both her hands.
The message being quite clear, Frankie and I got back into his car. The ride was quiet at first, but it wasn’t an uncomfortable stillness. It felt like a weight I didn’t know I’d been carrying had been lifted. I stared at the server’s profile, alternately framed by nightly darkness and moonlight, drinking in every little detail about it. It was hard to believe that someone as cruel as Philomena Wallis had created something this breathtaking.
“So you’ll probably wanna talk about all of this, huh. About what I am, I mean.” Frankie’s voice was light and relaxed with only a hint of uncertainty gnawing at it.
“What’s there to talk about?”
“Aren’t you surprised? A little… disgusted, maybe?”
“I always knew you weren’t human. Beyond that, it doesn’t really matter to me what you are.” I shrugged. “I mean, I’d be fine if you were human, too. I’d be fine if you were a squonk.”
“What’s a squonk?”
“I don’t know, I just made that up. Anyways, did you actually think I would be grossed out? Did you?”
He smiled. “I guess not. This’ll sound crazy, and it’s hard to explain, but it’s like I got a voice in the back of my head constantly telling me that… that I should wash myself again or that I ought not to touch you. I suppose it’s not really a voice; it’s only these thoughts that kind of keep pushing into my mind even though I should know better. And I do know better. But that doesn’t stop the thoughts.”
I nodded slowly. “I think I understand. I can’t tell you how much I disagree with that voice, though. You’re the cleanest person I’ve ever met and if I could, I’d live in your hair like a cootie."
"That's how close you want me?"
He let out a soft laugh. “I’m really, really glad you came with me. If there’s ever anything you need, I’ll do it. No matter what. If you want to bury a body, I’ll dig the hole.” He paused. “Actually, we should sell any corpses you might have. It’s wonderfully lucrative.”
I shot him a quick smile before turning to stare out the window with knitted brows. “What do you think about what Mary Markov said? About you being able to make the dolls come alive somehow.”
“I don’t know if there’s anything to it. I don’t remember doing anything special with them. Zion and Bunny were just standing around when I turned them on, and they came to within minutes. I figured they were sentient before, and it was simply repressed. I woke up randomly, too, after all.”
I hummed pensively. “I wouldn’t be so sure.”
“Well, if you’re implying it’s some kinda superpower, then that’s probably the most useless one ever.”
“We don’t have to talk about this now,” I told him, to which he gave me a grateful half-grin.
Per my request, he dropped me off at Nettie’s place. I kissed him goodbye on the crown of his head and told him we’d text the following day. He thanked me again and I watched him drive off before going up to ring the doorbell, mentally preparing an apology for showing up at five-thirty in the morning. My savior human was surprisingly quick to answer, giving me an indulgent wave as soon as I stumbled over my first “I’m sorry”.
“It’s fine,” she muttered. “I hadn’t gone to bed yet.”
I gave her an incredulous look and she sighed, crossing her arms in front of her chest. Her normally soft, rounded cheeks were sunken, her eyes oddly dull. Judging from the angry red marks, she’d apparently been chewing on her lower lip with some force. It was only then that I took note of the sweater she was wearing. A faded, shaggy piece of fabric that clearly hadn’t been washed since Kit Sutton had given it to her on the cliff that day. I felt a sharp pang in my chest and pulled her into a hug as soon as I’d stepped inside with her.
She stifled a sob when she wrapped her arms around me in return. “It’s hit or miss with me when it comes to sleep lately,” she confessed in a brittle voice.
I swallowed. “I’m working on it. I’ll get her back for you, I have a lead. Is there anything I can do in the meantime?”
“Not really. I just gotta distract myself ‘til the morning comes, I’ll be fine then.”
“Then I’ll stay up with you.”
It was thus decided. We sat down in the living room for a while, then went out into the garden to watch the sunrise. My savior human had taken her place in her mother’s chair while I whipped up some chocolate chip pancakes (one of her favorites) for her for breakfast. I carried them out to her on a little plate with a cup of tea, and for a moment, her expression cleared up for a beam of happiness to shine through. “We should do something productive,” she remarked, and I gave her a questioning tilt of the head. “I’ve been thinking,” she went on. “Isn’t it weird how all these years, you didn’t hop dimensions once, and now all of a sudden it keeps happening?”
“Don’t worry about that right now.”
“I always worry, baby girl. It’s my natural state of being.”
“It shouldn’t be,” I insisted. “It feels wrong. You have your own problems, I don’t want to add to that.”
“Seriously, that’s not what’s happening here. This is just how I keep my mind off… things.”
I rolled my lips together. Blue-haired things, probably. “You deserve so much better. You deserve this to be way, way easier,” I stated.
“That’s a nice thought. But it doesn’t change anything right now. You can control your body, can’t you? Your teeth and tentacles?”
“Yes. It happens automatically when I get scared sometimes, but for the most part, I’m actively doing it.”
“Then how about if we could somehow start getting you on top of your dimension jumping, too? It would be a tad risky and I’m not sure how to go about it exactly, but it would be far better if you could toggle it. You’d be able to stop yourself from hopping when you don’t want to, but maybe you could venture into these other spaces for exploration purposes, too.” The words spilled out of her like a babbling little waterfall as she plucked apart one of her pancakes and stuffed them into her mouth. “Because there has to be more to this. I just have that feeling. So I reckon we try and find a way to work with this. What do you think?”
“Sure. I guess I’d be… open to that.”
“Really? I-I don’t want to pressure you…”
“No, no, it sounds fine! I wanna try!”
“Okay!” She set aside her plate, rubbing her hands in blatant excitement. “So it happens when your flight instinct kicks in, correct? How about we get you in that headspace on purpose?”
“How would we do that?” I asked cautiously.
When I was sitting cross-legged on the ground among my savior human’s countless flowers with my eyes closed and her hand in mine, that question had pretty much answered itself. Nettie Peterson was leading me in a “guided meditation” consisting of several intrusive queries about my first ever jump—the most terrifying moment of my entire life.
“The thing, that floating maw, what did it look like?” she began, referring to the creature that had ended it all.
I furrowed my brows. “It didn’t look like anything,” I replied meekly. “Mostly, it was just… really big and dark.”
“Dark? What color dark?”
“Black, I guess. It swallowed the light.” A pulsating pain began to flare up behind my forehead. “It was nothing. It was like a giant ball of nothing.”
“You told me once that it made a noise,” my best friend went on, her fingers grasping mine a little tighter. “Do you remember that sound?”
I winced. “Yes.”
“Describe it.”
“It was more like a vibration that went through everything,” I mumbled. “The ground was shaking. And then we all screamed.”
“Did you see inside its mouth?”
“No. There was nothing inside of its mouth. There was nothing inside of it. Just emptiness.” I shifted my weight. Images were flashing in front of my inner eye, filling the darkness behind my closed lids. My breath had caught in my throat and it felt like ants were crawling beneath my skin. “And then all of us were suddenly… nothing, everything was gone and at that last moment, everyone was so terrified. They all knew it was over. All of them.”
At first, I thought Nettie Peterson’s hand was trembling. Then I realized it was my own, shaking hers through the contact. For a moment, my body felt feather-light, but not in a relaxing or comfortable way. It was as though I was afloat, out of control and weightless. I didn’t like it. “Can we stop?” I choked out.
“Of course,” my best friend replied, gently squeezing my fingers.
I let go of a deep breath, blinking my eyes open. Across from me, Nettie was giving me a soft but deeply apologetic smile. “Did I push you too far?”
“It’s not your fault. I think I simply wasn’t ready for this.”
“I understand. Let’s go inside and make some more of those—” She stopped mid-sentence. She’d been pointing her chin at the plate of pancakes resting on her chair, only to see that it had changed.
The food I had just served her half an hour ago had turned into a moldy, rotten mess. A couple flies were circling it, emitting a low, almost melodic buzz. My savior human and I traded wide-eyed glances, disbelief, fear and excitement mirrored in our eyes. We then got up to take in our surroundings. The flowers surrounding us weren’t the same anymore. They were either withered or deathly pale; formerly pink, yellow and red petals had become either light gray or iridescently white. Thick, soupy fog was hanging over everything, it was denser and heavier than any we’d ever had in town before. The mist seemed to have consumed all the noise and color in the world, leaving only cold, oppressive silence.
Nettie was the first to regain speech. “It worked! Oh my Lord, it actually worked.”
I clasped her arm and she immediately fell silent. Wordlessly, I pointed at the rolling fog on the other side of the garden fence. There was something moving within. An enormous, caterpillar-like shape soundlessly dragged itself through the air, its long body slowly moving along across the street. My savior human’s jaw had dropped, her mouth wide open as she followed my gaze. Neither of us moved a muscle as we waited for the creature to pass by. Thankfully, it didn’t seem to take note of us at all. I didn’t want to imagine what could happen if one were to draw its attention.
“This is… I don’t believe this,” Nettie breathed, running a hand over her mussed coils. “You did it. We’re not home anymore.”
“What do you propose to do now?”
“Keep our heads low and try to find out anything useful, I’d say.”
I nodded and she folded her hand into the crook of my arm. Together, we proceeded through the open door back into the house. Wammawink and Nettie’s old convertible were standing in their garage, a pool of motor fluid surrounding each vehicle. The paint was peeling from the car doors, matching the way the pictures and photographs around her house had faded.
The food in her kitchen had morphed into a self-contained ecosystem. Bugs were crawling up and down the walls and ghostly white mice scuttled across the floor with shocking brazenness. There was no trace of human life anywhere in sight. We stepped out the front door and into the street only for Nettie to grab me and fling me to the ground next to her. We flattened ourselves against the curb as another one of the gigantic caterpillar-figures snaked its way along just a couple feet above our heads. I craned my neck to give my best friend a sidelong glance out of terrified, saucer-sized eyes. I could see my reflection in hers as she pressed a finger to her lips. I gave her a tiny nod.
Finally, it was gone again and we helped each other to our feet. Nettie brushed down her sweater with great care before tilting her head at me as though asking if I was alright. I gave a reassuring, albeit wavering smile which she returned with a slight strain to her brow. We linked arms again and started walking down the street. The whole dimension seemed to be a mirror image of our hometown, only deader. Aside from the flies and vermin, there seemed to be very little life. All of the houses we were so familiar with looked decrepit, old and empty. Walls were crumbling down, roofs looked to be seconds away from caving in and most windows were shattered. It was impossible to see ahead through the mist, but we managed to hide from the flying worm-things everytime they came up.
We were starting to become a little frustrated seeing as our exploration yielded nothing of note. There was hardly anything to be seen safe from the depressing alternate version of our neighborhood. On top of that, the clammy chill that hung in the air along with the fog was making us increasingly uncomfortable. Finally, we decided we should try and get back home. We returned to Nettie’s garden where we crouched down once again, hand in hand. Before my savior human could begin her questioning though, the ground beneath us suddenly began to shudder, heaving as if moved by some kind of subterranean pulse.
Nettie Peterson and I snapped our eyes open at the exact same time, mouths agape in bewilderment. And then we saw it. It was in the sky, partially veiled by the thick fog yet impossible to overlook. It became darker and darker as it neared, its indescribably large form seemed to envelop the entirety of the heavens. It had been five years since I had last seen it, but I recognized it immediately. Not that it had any features I could have recognized. I remembered though, and in that moment, it all came flooding back to me. The breeders that threw themselves in front of their young, the cries that echoed across the plains together with the stones and soil sent rolling by the earthquake. I caught my best friend’s gaze, read the terror in it and knew that it was just as immense as my own. Her lips were parted in an ear-piercing scream that ended up being drowned out by the hovering roar of the Devourer Of Worlds.
I squeezed her hand so tightly I feared I’d snap her fingers. And suddenly, before I knew it, all was silent again. The air was warmer, filled with the fragrances of countless different flowers. The early morning sun was shining down on us, and it felt like it was heating up my very core. We were back. In the blink of an eye, Nettie had thrown her arms around me, pulling me close to her chest.
“Baby girl,” she whispered.
“That was it,” I rasped out. “That was it.”
“I know.” Withdrawing just an inch, she wiped a thumb over my eye, careful not to scrape me with her nail. It was only then that I realized I was crying. Tears were streaming down my cheeks, noiseless and hot, dripping from my chin and wetting my chest.
"You're not hurt, are you? Look, it's going to be alright. You just take it easy now. We'll go inside, have some tea or coffee or whatever and calm down, a-and then we can figure this all out. Come on. Get up. Easy, easy now." She hugged me even as she pulled me to my feet and into the house alongside her. "So tea. How about strawberry? Or Turkish apple? Or classic chamomile? Something for the nerves, at any rate."
"Wait," I stammered, interrupting her monologue. "What about you? Are you okay?"
"Oh, no. No, no, no, far from it. I'll sign us both up for therapy once I find the time, but for now, tea! Tea."
"Nettie, please don't strain yourse—"
"Listen here, I'm gonna make you some goddamn tea and we'll sit down with it and it's gonna be warm and nice and we'll forget all about this. I'm here. I can take care of you. You do not need to be scared." She pressed her face close up to mine, her voice sharp and a mite threatening.
"I'm sort of scared of you right now."
"Oh." She drew back. "Pardon. I'll put on the tea." A forced, crooked tune tumbled from her lips as she went ahead into the kitchen.
We've both simmered down a little since the incident. It's been two days now. I used most of that time to unwind and recover from what had to be the single most eventful night of my time here on earth. Keep in mind, this happened the morning after the fire. The calm is not going to last much longer, though. I don't mind that, I just need to brace myself.
Rhonda's been in touch.
2: deadbeat roommate
3: creepy crush
4: relocation
5: beach concert
6: First date
7: Temp work
8: roommate talk
9: a dismal worldview
10: warehouse
11: staircase
12: explanation
13: hurt
14: hospital
15: ocean
16: diner
17: government work
18: something in the caves
19: shopping cart
20: olms and Jewels
21: long hair
22: recruitment
23: waitresses
24: dollhouse
25: burning plastic
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