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2024.05.14 03:27 Tyrone-ENaviglio By Milano Fragranze
https://imgur.com/a/7114L0n Just picked this up today from the post office, but I went through a small decant this past week. ⚠️ TRIGGER WARNING ⚠️ I use the word "soapy" and "powdery" a lot here. So this is what I would call more of a "blue collar" soapy fragrance because it isn't as fancy as a lot of others I've tried. My holy grail soapy fragrance, Creeds Pure White Cologne, is way too upscale smelling and expensive to wear in my line of work (police officer) or as a daily fragrance in my opinion. I'll reserve that for spring, special occasions. Prada Amber Pour Homme and L'Homme smell like luxury soaps. Theirs a sweet, powdery nature to them that isn't in this one. Prada Infusion d'Iris Cedre and a fragrance like Comme Des Garcon Marieselle are very dry, powdery soapy fragrances with very little sweetness. They smell upscale, but kinda choke me out a little. So they are probably more decant worthy than bottle worthy. Then theirs the greener, earthier "soapy" fragrances like Creeds Original Vetiver, Mugler Cologne, Tom Ford Grey Vetiver or maybe Green Irish Tweed. But this one isn't green, isn't very sweet and while it doesn't smell cheap, it doesn't smell overly expensive or fancy. Think more "Lever 2000" bar soap or "powdered laundry detergent" with this one. Powdered detergent is what the perfumer was going for actually. The inspiration for this fragrance was the workers using a powdered soap to wash their clothes in a canal in Milano, Italy. So again, blue collar, laundry powder is the vibe. It does open with some beautiful bright citruses, but dries down to a powdery, somewhat watery, detergent vibe. It may not be for everyone, but I intend to wear it as an everyday fragrance for work because I don't want to smell like "Cologne guy" at work everyday, just fresh, clean, well groomed and soapy most days. The longevity seems to be around 5 hours, with arms length projection for an hour or so. For the remaining 4 hours or so you get a nice skin scent. It isn't a beast by any means, it's a very personal scent, so you may need to over apply initially or reapply throughout the day (if you feel the need). It's relatively inexpensive at only $140 for a 100ml. I've also seen it on sale for as low as $90, so it's more ideal as a daily wear vs. some other niche fragrances, more in line with designer prices. Presentation is pretty nice too (as shown). Metal, magnetic caps are always a plus. The atomizer is also similar to Dior or Roja Parfums (controllable spray). So theirs my review guys, maybe grab a sample, see what you think of this one. Have a good one 👍🏼 Fragranticahttps://www.fragrantica.com/perfume/Milano-Fragranze/Naviglio-68240.html Redolessencehttps://youtu.be/L65HslcysFY?si=aFiqGGiepJz7794c JoelTheNosehttps://youtu.be/GdqPfNe-I3A?si=PAUB4jjql-leWyHC CASUAL FRAGRANCEShttps://youtu.be/LnXvl-XTpl8?si=9di0UDnkJjcP4CAy
2024.05.14 03:20 xiozen1Is My New Soaping Process Overkill?
Hello All, I have been making soap now for roughly 10-12 years, I do not sell my soaps and really enjoy the soaping process and experimenting with different ingredients. With my last batch I wanted to make a strongly scented lavendechamomile bar but the catch was that I did not want to add essential oil in high amounts to avoid potential irritation; with this in mind I came up with the following process and was wondering if anyone has done something similar and found they got the same results ( a wonderfully scented bar) removing any of these steps. In full transparency I did make this last night and have not cut the block yet, but i can tell you this bar smells heavenly and that I cannot wait to use it. I am basically looking for any feedback.
All of the H2O in my recipe was a distilled lavendeGerman chamomile hydrosol that I made (I did not separate the EO from this process)
All of the olive oil in my recipe was infused with Spanish Lavender and German chamomile
2.5% 50/50 blend of blue chamomile and Bulgarian lavender EO
Purple clay (Brazilian) and blue clay as colorants
Biggest Decrease: #38. Taylor Swift - Fresh Out The Slammer (-22)
Popheads Top 5 Bubbling Under Chart May 13th, 2024
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Genre
WILLOW
symptom of life
Alt Pop
Drake
Family Matters
oh drake… you never learn
Bambie Thug
Doomsday Blue
Eurovision
Shaboozey
A Bar Song (Tipsy)
How tf has this not been on the charts yet?
Justice & Tame Impala
Neverender
Electronic
Personal Chart of the Week
One of the joys some people have on the chart is seeing their own impact on the chart. Whether its seeing your #1 song at #1, or seeing it bubbling under, people like seeing songs they like being adored by other users. In this section, one lucky chart participant will see their own chart and the impact it had on the full chart this week. NOTE: In the case of charts exceeding 15 songs, I will trim down the lowest tie to fit the chart by using the songs that charted the highest (or are funniest). This week, we have the chart of hekna02!
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These charts are created based on how frequently each song appears in the top 10 songs/albums for all of the users signed up for the chart. If the song or album occupies that user's #1 spot in their individual chart, it receives 15 points, then 14 points for #2, so on and so forth until 6 points for #10. If there is a tie, which is a common occurrence, then the number of points is averaged across those positions, e.g. if two songs are tied for #1, both will receive 14.5 points. Oftentimes there will be multiple songs tied for the last place, in which case the number of points each song receives decreases until it bottoms out at 1 point each.
i love reading about Big Stupid Romantic Gestures on /actuallesbians, because I like to picture myself in the stories and dream that one day I'll have a more poetic life. But also because they're usually uplifting and wholesome, and I need more of that in my life. so it's kinda incredible, really, that I've finally got one of my own to tell. Few nights ago, I get in from work, and, as usual, i'm dead on my feet. She, meanwhile, is already home, because she's got a normal schedule for normal people. and as soon as I walk in the door, she jumps up off the couch and takes my hand and says I need to follow her. So I drop my bag and my keys, and - feeling a little panicked - follow her out of my apartment, into the hall, and then down the hall to the stairs at the end (nobody uses the stairs, where the hell are we going?) we start climbing the stairs. all the way to the top. Up there, behind a bunch of maintenance shit, is a locked door leading out onto the roof (well, one of two roofs, actually). But it's always locked, and always alarmed, so we've never had a chance to use it. Except for this time, because the building manager is there and he's holding it open, smoking a cigarette and looking down at his phone. And like, we're all friends and everything (I've been living in that place for years) so he just gives me a little nod and a smile, and then goes back to tapping away on his fruit combo or whatever. Sliding past him, we go out onto the roof - which is not a safe roof, by the way - and it's cool and breezy and dark; and in the corner, up against some AC duct, there's a wireless sound bar connected to an ipod nano (that's how old we are), playing something vaguely classical and fancy. and as soon as i look at her, she puts her arm around my waist and we start slow-dancing in the middle of the roof, like we're at a prom or something. And Lukas (not his real name) slinks away and leaves the door wedged open with a bucket full of cigarette butts, so now it's just the two of us (and the people in the adjacent, much taller building) all-alone on the roof. And I'm completely breathless, so I ask her what the hell is going on. What's the occasion? She says no occasion, just that i should 'look up'. And so I do. But all that's up there is a featureless gray sky, blown out by the orange sodium of our neighborhood. She says there's northern lights up there, if you look hard enough. Which is unbelievable, but I believe her anyway. And so I'm squinting and not really seeing it; there's maybe the faintest hint of green, I'm not really sure. And then, like a pot of spilled ink, my eyes adjust and there's this wash of color. Faint and blurry, gone in a second. But I swear I saw it. And I'm like wowww, completely transfixed; and that's when she kisses me and tells me she loves me (i said it back without hesitation, btw) and we start moving in a circle to something slow and orchestral. All while high up above (I assume, because, if im being honest, I didn't see shit) the night sky was shimmering with an otherworldly glow. After a while, blue danube comes on, which is one of my favorites, and we start twirling to that instead. and it cannot be overstated how bad we are at dancing, but we kept spinning and tip-tapping across the insanely dirty roof for another, I dunno, forty-five minutes before Lukas came back to wrap it all up. And the whole thing was, without question, the best moment of my entire life. No ulterior motive, no surprise announcement, no 'by the way, I ran over your cat earlier, hope this softens the blow' at the end. Just the distant sound of traffic and the crackle of a 128kbps harpsichord over in the corner. We didn't speak a word. I just lay my head on her shoulder, she brushed my hair a little, and halfway through she touched my butt. Chef's kiss perfection, the whole thing. anyway, that's it. I dunno if anyone cares. but i had to write it down somewhere, just to get it outta my head. also, i think she paid lukas to let us up there, ill ask him when i see him. oh, and in the future, i will completely embellish this story to have us dancing a step-perfect waltz to a crystal-clear aurora in the shape of our faces. but for now, it was just a clumsy night in the city. and i liked it. she's the best.
2024.05.14 01:32 kronglestandhow can i improve this?
i fart bars like i’m mr.pooptastic you start cars with rims blue plastic back split aye you suckin on ur dad’s dick -cause you ain’t affording that shit i got more rings then ur momma leopard pantyhose neck drippin like her pussy when i’m dress in clothes bent toes, farting post pintos, aye she beggin round cinco. bruh you think your the shit? nah you the poop scooper i’m the shit you pickin up star trooper kid finna draw an miss ya shot I dupe koopas like a king, hands! stick em up! (mhm) this an armed robbery, bob and weave, caught ‘em free ain’t “stop! police!” the hot Belize thots for me. cheese! spread her cheeks like cheddar let her, “papa please, not a dick better” yeah i’m mr.pooptastic i fart bars when i rap shit got you prayin like a baptist pass this along to your waistband elastic “last ditch effort, to save yourself the gas’ light” i’m throwin heat like magmatic cores What's in store for you? a snore, a four? more or less i guess, the static roar, comin at u with my claws drawn out, now lemme hear you shout, “mr. pooptastic my balls gone drought, i can’t seem to get girls like you, we’re all done out” raw prawn, plowed a fawn brawn gal named dawn son now you gonna understand? that I'm mr. pooptastic and you ain’t ever gonna have this why? wanna give it deeper thought? guess you finnna keep the peeper soft cause even eunuchs get more “P” then boss your curse is really tryna keep ‘em off i think you victimizing everything woe is me ya tricks an lies embarrassing saying i don’t want no sex just love blamin the hex they want your - i don’t believe that i think you see that and that pisses you off soft boy angle sayin “please keep it on” i just want love no sex i just want love no sex what a thin guise see through the cries that ain’t no curse just lies worse, just like other guys mercy, mercy, mercy
2024.05.14 01:26 Arevis67Read the labels, boxes are deceiving
My dog is allergic to chicken and it turns out blue buffalo health bars baked with apples and yogurt are chock full of chicken meal which I only discovered after trying to figure out why my dog has become so sick... I've been giving her the stupid things for weeks! There is absolutely nothing on the packaging that would make you think the third ingredient in the list is chicken meal.... it even says "no meat or bone meal" on the box and goes out of its way to showcase the "made with apples and yogurt" when in reality the chicken meal is easy higher on the list than either of those....
2024.05.14 01:15 EasternCandle1617AFL truck SE on Mount Holly Road in Burlington, NJ, you are a hero!
At around 1857 today, I was behind an AFL truck in my pickup headed SouthEast on Mount Holly Road in Burlington, NJ. We stopped at a stoplight when a cop with lights and sirens began to cross shortly after our light turned green. This trucker saw a car passing on his left, and he laid on his air horn. This caused the cop to pause long enough for the car to pass through the intersection safely. His continued efforts stopped other passing vehicles and allowed the cop to cross the intersection safely. I was riding passenger after chasing away the Monday blues at a local sports bar, and I gave him a thumbs up when we passed. He gave the air horn, my kids were all smiles after that. Having thirteen years experience driving tractor-trailers in military convoys as well as two years as a volunteer first responder, I appreciate a heads-up move like that saving people from accidents and potential injury. Here's to you!
2024.05.14 01:10 AlexandertheIghtI really need to figure it put
Okay, fourth rewrite, I'm making this in hopes that their is someone who can help me in some way. Maybe someone knows the answer to it all and can guide me, though unlikely. I'll just list out all my issues in seperate paragraphs and hopefully their is just someone out their to help, if you can help me just please do, I really need help or at least someone and you reading this and giving me advice would truly mean a lot to me. Anyways I feel stupid: I honestly feel braindead, I hate my mind so much. Sometimes it's hard to think or do, sometimes I can't think or do. My mind is so numb, everything about my mind just feels wrong and dead. My mind has felt dead for a year or two now and I just wish it was alive, I want my mind to be normol, I want it to actually work. I also want confidence in my mind, any failure or lack of underatanding makes me defeated and feeling like a dunce. Anything I can do I say was just luck or something anyone should know. I don't know if I'm stupid or not but dam I feel like I am the dumbest in a room. I would give it all to be intelliegent, I wish I was smart, well read, well informed, well versed. I so desperately want to know, so desperately want to be smart. I wish I could understand stuff. I just want to be smart and have a bright alive mind, but my mind is so dead and desolate and compared to the rest worthless. I hit myself in my head whenever I'm mistaken or just feel so stupid, and I honestly deserve it. If I were to kill myself my mind being numb and stupid would be the reason or a big reason why, I just want to be smart. You can likely tell just how much of an idiot I am by reading this via grammer, spelling, complaints. That "likely" was meant to be "probaboly" but I'm just stupid and worthless to spell. If there was just a way to be smart and not such a moron, I fucking hate my life. I have body issues: I without doubt have body issues, the biggest of which is my weight. As of now I am 5,9 (1.7M) and 211lbs (95.7KG), I was 246lbs (111kg) to begin with and it was also my heaviest. Despite losing a good amount of weight I am not happy and have no pride, I'm still fat and thats all I see sadly. I don't want to be fat or skinny, I want to be muscular:big arms, built chest, flat stomach, no abs (don't like them) that sounds appealing, it's what I want. Unfourtunely I as of now can't work to this goal, I don't have money for a gym or equipment, famliy funds can't do it ethier and awhile ago I turned down a weight bench since I wasn't confident, now I regret that choice. I hate being fat so much, and this deep hatred and desperation has led to a embarassing cycle, for two years now I have been downloading images of muscular bodies. They're all drawings or from videogames since I'm to embarresed to have real images and as mentioned it's a cycle, Download and store -> have them and look at them for awhile -> get ashamed of myself -> purge it all -> regret -> repeat. Like stated this has been going for two years and as of now I have ten different images. Apart from weight I also have some other physical insecurites, acne being a big one. I been suffering from acne for years, fifth grade, early sixth grade is when it started so five years of this. It mostly effects my chin and cheeks badly but also effects more of my face, sometimes the acne hurts and it often even bleeds. I hate touching my face and feeling grime and ripping off a bunch of skin and dried shit. I wash every night and try to be frequent with morning witch-hazel but it dosen't relent. I also hate it when it gets mentioned, it is irratating to be reminded and noticed and nobody points it out more then my own mom who also cliams it would go if I just washed. I do, I fucking do! It's not working and you don't understand that! I also have body acne I don't know how to fix, I like sleeping shirtless which I know is the reason, also inconsistent with bedding which isn't right. Even if I did wash sheets weekly it wouldn't be enough, I would still get acne on my body. I just want to sleep shirtless and not get acne, I wish I could find a way. Another insecurite but not really is my height, I don't mind being 5'9/5'10 I mean it's about average height and I beat out my 5'4 father. But I'm sixteen which mean I still have possibilty to get taller and I wonder, will I? If I do, just how tall? Could I reach 6'0+? All of this speculation makes me a bit insecure, also with being fat I look short and round in the mirror which is defeating. I'm secure besides speculation and weight but at the same time I truly want to be taller, I think any man tall or short wishes they were taller, I wish I could break 6'0 that would be cool (to me). But I don't think that will ever happen, my dad is 5'4, my mom is 5'6 I made it 5'9/5'10 and my chart is stagnating, should just stop thinking I'll get taller. Another phsyical insecurite and likely the last one I'll mention unless I think of another worthwhile one is my hair, I'm insecurie of my hairstyle. Or lack of hairstyle, my mom says I have independence in this choice but whenever I make a choice she complains about it. Any agreement is one sided or changed up a little so she likes it. I have always hated my hairstyles over the years, even now and as of now it's ethier her way or a unorgainzied thick mess that will soon be her way. I hate it, wish I could make my own "independent" choice, even if I could my mom would likely hate it and always bring it up which is something I don't want to deal with. My mom is more for short cuts and fades etc, I hate fades and while I do admire short hair have always taken liking to shagger and longer styles, more rugged style. I have also always liked long hair and even wanted it. I used to openly want long hair for a long time but my mom opposed, I tried to convince her but she was opposed. She wasn't only opposed to it she made sure to express that it was gay and feminine etc, etc. She made me close off and forgot the desire but even now she won't let go. She is so sure to tell everyone: famliy, her friends, the hairdresser, hell maybe even strangers, she tells everyone about how much I wanted it and what she thought of it etc. Often I have been embarresed like this while I was right there, I have expressed that this embarreses me and want it to stop mutiple times yet she'll continue almost as if it's purposeful, she will also bring up an old friend T who had long hair as an example of it looking bad. But he didn't take care of it or do anything, most he would do is give into his moms begging and have her brush it. If I had long hair I would actually take care of it and do stuff to it! She also claims I got the idea from him, but no I liked it since elementary being inspired by personal inkling and rock. I no longer want hair but am starting to find styles I really like, but first I need to get my mom to fuck off. And second I would want to grow a beard, which is another issue of mine. I'm sixteen I shouldn't expect a full beard but I have seen peers with actual good facial hair, patchy beards, five o'clocks, some actually have a beard. Then there is me, with some sideburns and a bunch of peachfuzz, I want to be able to grow a beard and the peachfuzz plus sideburns bother me, I want it to actually devlop, I want a beard. I am also worried about devlopment, worried acne will hurt or even stop growth. I'm upset about my lack of growth though I definetly have unrealistic expectations. Lastly with hair is my chest hair, I'm quite hairy and I like it. And I have chest hair but barely and I just wish I had more over a greater coverage, more of a funny insecurite, lol. One more insecurity I forgot about is my voice. I'm loud when talking and my voice isn't as deep as I wish so that sucks. (copy and paste from older write) I wish I had a father: I don't have a father or any form of father figure, I'm fatherless and it hurts a lot. My father has been out of my life since I was elevenish/twelveish (the peak of covid passed), we kicked him out because he is and was a meth addict in and out of the jail. He was a fuctioning addict so not violent and not as obvious of an addict but the meth still took him over. My mother says she kept him around and gave him so many chances because she wanted him to be in my life as a father. But he was no father when he was around, he didn't parent me, he didn't play his role as a father and guide as a masculine role model, hell he likely didn't even truly care for me. My only memories of him really are going to McDonold's with him, after which he dumpster dived behind the plaza as I begged for us to go back home. Or me wanting to bond with him so he sets up the brilliant idea of dragging me around with his skechy friends, to skechy places, even at skechy times. I don't understand why I knew sooner, guess I was a stupid basterd but I started picking up that my dad was a bad person around fifth grade. By then I quickly found out more and more and tenstion was growing, by eleven we we're going to kick him out but covid struck it's height and our household seemed palpable. But very quickly we said fuck it and threw him to the curb, we weren't going to have it no longer. Soon after around thirteen I was happy that he was gone but slightly disappointed that I no longer had a father (even if he was useless) and I hoped my mom would find someone, not only for herself but for me. By fourteen this really layed in heavy on me and the lack of a father really bummed me out, I got really stupid and desperate using bitlife to create guys then add me and my mom in to create step father famlies even adding step siblings and shit. By late fourteen it was made clear to me by my mom that "we don't need no man" and that she was done with dating. I very well do need a father figure, every child needs one. Hell I as a guy truly need(ed) one, there are so many lessons and things that come from a fatheson relationship that are crucial to a boy and I missed out on them. Hell even when my dad was around I missed out on lessons, I still remember he was tasked to teach me how to tie my shoes but got mad at me struggling and walked away. He refused to help afterward and I refused to try and never to this day learned the proper way to tie, instead I have my own far less efficent method. I missed out on so much by not having a father and it hurts to know that and I just wish I had the knowledge, without a masculine role model I have definetly missed out what it is to be a man and likely am even a loser of a man. I just want a father so badly, I want what a father provides so badly, I want the bond that it comes with. I wish I just had a guy to talk to and bond with, I want a dad just so badly. I wish I had someone who taught me how to change a tire or fish and all that shit, but I'll never have it and it angers me, I am angry to be fatherless, I am angry and lost without a father figure, and I'm jealous. I kind of want to have children when the time comes, I wonder if I'll fail them as well. Friends: Growing up I was always a bit introverted, I think it was of my nature but was amplafied by life. In elementary I often acquainted myself with people never having any close friends outside my after school program. Jumping to middle school I had a good friend-group but it turned out my good friend T was really an ass and I was pushed out by him in early nineth grade. Later in nineth I met my good friend, my best friend M. This year in tenth I was introduced to a friend named D by M. These are my only two friends and I'm happy with them, though there are a few issues. Not anything major but just a few things, like how we never do anything outside of school. The only thing I really miss about my old friendgroup is that we actually did shit: springs, houses, events, parks, attractions, food. Now me, M and, D don't and have never done anything outside of school and the computer. M likely couldn't do anything because of his famliy and D just seems completely disinterested and worried about money. But I wish we could really do something, sure videogames are fun but it would be fun if we could just goof off somewhere, be stupid. This is really the only general "issue" apart from that no major strain or issue in the friendgroup. But I do have a few personal grievences, starting with D. I think D has a darker side of him, he seems to not respect or care for me and will sometimes show it in nasty ways. He had told both me and M to kill ourselves, he attacks insecurites, he says rude shit, etc. Also with D, we have never truly connected, never gotten to know each other personally. Without M we would be mere acquaintance, M is the only reason why me and D are friends and being alone with each other is mostly silence and maybe him showing me a TikTok. Then M, I have no personal issues with M only small factors of our friendship I'm upset or worried about. Starting off with is school, halfway through this year (tenth) M started a FLVS-hybrid. I am happy for him and it's something we both expressed wanting but now I never really see him. I could see him at lunch but he dosen't really come in and only other time I can see him is leaving campus. I ethier catch him and barely have a conversation worthwhile or he's to far ahead and I got to give up trying to reach him. The only way to talk to my best friend nowadays really is Discord, and that isn't even reliable since his parents are often controlling the WI-FI or taking his stuff away. This means when I do talk to my friend it can suddenly be ended as he disconnects or I can't even. This sucks, it feels like I can't even talk to my best friend that much. But that isn't all, because I'm worried for my friend M. His parents don't sound the best from all he's told me, I won't share his issues but just as an example he didn't have a bedroom for two months. Hearing what we gose through is alreadly dishearting but something that I worry deeply about is him talking sucide. He has talked and half joked about it several times and it's worry, I been trying to discourage but he continues with it so now I'm just trying to ignore it. That is likely the wrong way of handling it but I just don't know what to do. I hope it's always bluff and he moves out and moves on with he can, I don't want him to kill himself. I'm lonely: I'm sixteen but I'm lonely. I am the only one of my friends who hasn't had a relationship, I am not the most worried about that, I don't want to date just to date, I want to date to love. But hell I still wish I had a relationship, even just a sterotypical high-school one. But what I truly want is true love, I want a woman I love with all my heart and a woman who loves me with all of hers, I want a woman to provide for, to protect, to matter to. I want to marry and possibly have kids. I want to love someone, be there for someone. But will I ever even have that? I'm alreadly a loser who no woman would want and even then from what I've heard, "modren dating is terrible" so what chance do I even have? Will I ever have someone to love? I hope. School: School makes me so misereble and dead, this place makes me genuinely want to off myself I hate it so much. And it seems to revolve around my whole life, even at home it's all my mom wants to bring up. I just need a break from it all but it seems like it's the only thing in my life, I don't really have anything else. I failed my nineth grade year, I failed since I'm a stupid, worthless peice of shit. But they "passed" me onto tenth, gave me tenth grade classes, test, etc but say I'm still nineth, tell me do nineth grade "remedation" online. Now I'm failing like a worthless peice of shit once again! I wish they held me back to try again but they didn't they just pushed me on, still likely would've failed like a worthless bitch but I could have had a chance. I fucking hate myself I'm so stupid and I hate my school for pushing my stupid ass onward and onward, I should just kill myself at this point. And when I try to reach out to my counselor in any hope for some chance of help the piss poor communcation at this school means it'll take days for a response, I can't even get reliable help over school. Back in middle school I had a GPA in the high 3s, I made honor roll every other quater or so, I had high grades and sucess. But in high-school, in nineth grade I failed with straight Fs and got a GPA of 0.7, now in tenth I have a 1.7 and sometimes get high grades but mostly fail. I just wish I wasn't so stupid, I just wish I was smart and successful at school. But I'm not, I'm a fucking idiot and an embarssment at school. And maybe it would all be okay if it wasn't for the assholes I am surrounded by, my fellow peers of this overcrowded hell hole. Just seems like I can never catch a break with having to deal with people. I just want to be left alone but they're is just always somebody wanting to bother me, harass me. Can sit at a desk then have a bunch of cunts around me, harass me, call me burgundy because of my shirt. Can sit down and be snickered at by the guys in front of me for whatever reason. Sit down and have paper, pencils, even ice hitting me. Sit down and have some imbecible pull up a chair and use my desk as his and block me in my seat because fuck me, am I right? Just want to be left alone but never am, nobody ever dose it's always something. I can't even get respect, not a single bit, just always mistreated. Hell just the other day when I was given my packet I was also mistakenly given the packet of a nearby girl, I get her attention and hand it to her and she just snaches it and mumbles something, because I can't even be respected, I'm worthless. And even when I'm not being directly bothered I got to deal with slow walkers, idiots who don't know how to inconvience everyone else in the halls, the over crowded school. It all fucking sucks I hate it all, everyday I think I'm on the verge of snapping but somehow just have more patience, I don't know how much more of this shit I can or have to endure. At least my mom finally reconsidered my old forgotten pleads for online school and reopened the idea, maybe by some miracle online school will save me and "help me get caught up and ahead" but I doubt it, I'm an idiot who deserves to die. Why am I so fucking stupid, why am I like this? Why must I exist this way? No hobbies or interest: I used to love a lot of things: reading, history, coming up with things in my head, videogames and, anything really. Now I have grown apathic to it all except videogames and even that dosen't bring much joy. I want to have my old hobbies back but lack the will to return. And I want new hobbies but yet lack will but also lacking knowing what I want to try. I'm lost with my freetime, it's all bleek and I want to fill my life with pastion. I still love videogames, always will but I need more then just gaming, I want more then gaming. I just want something, anything. I don't want to have such a lack of interest, God I fucking hate my life. I have no future career goals: I'm sixteen and have no idea on what I want to do as an adult, some may say thats okay but it's not, not for me at least. I want to have a goal in the adult world, and even if that goal led to a path I don't like then I can always go down another path. Despite having no idea on what to do I at least know I don't want to be in an office. I could handle an office job, and be content with an office job but an office job isn't me, it isn't what sounds interesting, I would likely do blue collar or be my own boss. Some jobs I've considered and would do still are: police, SWAT police, house flipper, 911 operator, port worker, mechanic or something tinkeassemble like, enterpuner my book, film and games ideas or, open a store or bar or something. These are some jobs I've considered in the past that I would still see myself doing, I have also pondered over military/reserve but not sure. My childhood dream career that I still have a desire for is SWAT but I don't think I have what it takes, in fact I don't think I have what it takes for anything. I think all my life is destined to is dying homeless on a street corner, it's all I'll ever be "worthless". I had so much planned, now failed: At age fourteen I planned to by now have a license, a job, a banking account, start savings. I planned to lose weight, I planned to have an idea outside of school, I had a plan. But I'm just a worthless peice of shit and a failure to myself, I don't even have a permit, no job, no savings, still fat, have no idea about the future, I failed myself. Fidgeting: I can't stop but want to, at school I can't help but twiral a pencil around. I do it all the time at school but been trying to stop, I hate doing it. Worst part is I'm being immated by worthless cunts by it which is annoying. I want to stop this. Masterbation addiction: I have a severe and low life addiction to masterbation. I do it at least once a day and sometimes mutiple times a day. The longest I was ever able to refrain was just a little over a week and only failed because I got bored. I need to jerk it to be able to sleep unless I'm desperately tired but even then. Also since I "need" it to sleep I regulary soil my sweatpants then sleep in it which is nasty. I can't control this vice, this low appetite and I'm deeply unhappy about it. Also unhappy that I might be ruining my endurence, a bit TMI but just another reason why this is harmful. I want to refrain or atleast drasticly cut out this pratice and fix myself. I likely have more issues eating me inside as I waste away as a shell of a person but I can't really think of them. I am told my mom is looking into thearpy so that might be nice. Please just help me, I'm so lost and broken, I sometimes consider just ending it all but I just hope it can get good.
During my BOGO (Drive-Thru and Cafe store) we had 4 partners on the floor and one on a half at roughly 3:30-4:00ish, except two on the floor were 1.) a BRAND new hire who couldn't make a Frappuccino to save her life and 2.) was a giant of a man who refuses to learn how to make drinks and gets in everyone's way and will not stop talking. So it was up to me and my Shift, her taking drive bar and me taking Cafe/Mobile/Register and making all the drinks during the other partners break. In that thirty minutes, despite my best efforts, I dropped to 20 minutes behind on slips and she was barely able to get drinks out to the window in normal time. My shift was an angel through the whole thing despite her never closing on a weekend and especially a Sunday before (we close an hour early on Sundays at 8:00). We were scheduled til 8:30. We left at 10:00. Might I add (we suspect) our special needs coworker pooped on our Partner bathroom floor before she clocked out and we didn't find it until my shift finally got a break around 6. Poop related issues are known to happen with her (pants falling and cheeks visibly not wiped) and she was only hired through a program to do dishes and restock our nightly orders but my SM allows her to do window, and therefore touching drinks and food bags and refuses to do anything about her health risk (my SM is the best and nicest man I have ever met but he's TOO nice if you catch my drift.) I am a former plumber so I cleaned up the turd but I don't remember that being in my job description! I digress. One of our two ovens were down, we had to 86 all food items so no one could mobile order them. We almost ran out of milk. We made probably hundreds of liters of blue, acai, and lemonade. Again this all was done with three partners because the new hire could only woek window and the other guy can't make anything, including backups. Screw BOGO.
2024.05.14 00:45 Sallyseashells-What color/type dining table and chairs
Please help me decide on a table and chairs! I am moving into this millennial grey floor and wall apartment end of June. First two pics are the space in different lighting. Third pic is current entertainment center that I’m turning into a bar to go against the side wall the countertop is attached to. Going for eclectic/modern/but also Rococo vibes(gilded glamour). Living room will have a white couch, light blue chair and ottoman, eclectic art with gold, black, and wooden frames. Colors I am including in living room are pinks, blues, whites, greens, golds/yellows. Lighting will be warm
2024.05.13 23:18 Powerful-Dentist5507Diamond City Blues: Characters disappeared!
I’ve completed Diamond City Blues and have no idea where Paul nor Cooke are. In my game, they both lived after the bar fight and I went with both to meet Nelson at the chem deal. Either Cooke or Paul (not sure which one) ended up killing Nelson while I was busy with the other gunmen. At the end, I wanted to let Trish go but Cooke started shooting her so I just left them be, I have no idea who survived. I split 50/50 with Paul and let him be while I went to Marowski’s chem lab. Now, I have yet to see Paul/Cooke in Diamond City even though this was a while back. I have no idea if Cooke killed Trish or died/disappeared or if Paul even made it back safely to the city. The Colonial Taphouse is empty but I’ve seen Darcy and when prompted to talk she said that I shouldn’t let her husband drag me into his business. I also got Malcom to interrogate me about his son’s death and gave me the option to blame Paul. I told him I had no idea who killed him (because I honestly don’t know if it was Cooke or Paul lol). Does this mean Paul is still alive somewhere? I already saw Cooke’s daughter around and told her idk where her dad is.
2024.05.13 22:54 Trash_TiaI can smell when someone is going to die, and my Scholastic Decathlon team stink of rotting lemons.
I'm pretty sure I'm going to be dead in the next 24 hours. Whether that's the Costella family, or whatever this is, I'm not sure. The police are taking forever, and part of me knows they're either refusing to believe me, or RC got them too. I'm holed up on our school bus, so I've got nothing better to do. I want to tell you about my team. We met in our sophomore year. Strangers standing outside the club room. Levi was the freckled brunette who wouldn't stop talking about Game of Thrones. Sunny, a pretty redhead, told him to shut up. Tom, a sandy blonde, nodding his head to music corked in his ears. I just wanted to be part of a club, and get away from my overbearing mother. I won't say it was a perfect start. Our school was lacking in funding, so anyone could join, which made us more of a Quiz Club. I had some serious anxiety, so I stayed on the sidelines for a while, watching, rather than taking part. It's not like we actually talked to each other initially. The first few weeks, we played Jeopardy, and attempted to find more members to cement us as an official Academic Decathlon club. Unfortunately, though, it was just the four of us. Which made it extremely hard for us to be taken seriously. According to Google, Academic Decathlon teams were made up of nine members, placed by their GPA. Our principal laughed at us, but he did let us become official. Which was out of pity, I assumed. The club was assembled, and we started meeting up after school. Sort of. Sunny barely showed up, and Levi didn't take anything seriously, preferring to spend the time telling us about his weird family turf-war. Our principal dumped us in a tiny classroom with a resident rat living under the floorboards. There was barely enough room to move, and the four of us crammed together for three hours was less than appealing. Still, though, I wanted to be part of a club. I had grown up with parents who were obsessed with board games, so I was pretty good at general knowledge questions. Our club room was too small for anything else but three desks (Sunny and I shared one) and a whiteboard we had to shove through the door. But, again, we didn't start as an Academic club. It was more akin to Story Time Club. Arriving late on my third day, armed with quiz cards from home, I found Tom and Sunny completely mesmerised by Levi’s storytelling skills, drowned in shadow. They didn't even turn the lights on. I strictly remember squeezing next to Sunny, and hearing the words, “But there was so much blood all over the floor, and my Mom told me to go upstairs and hide under the bed…” Sitting in front of them was Levi, perched on a desk, his legs swinging, a whiteboard marker between his teeth. Sometimes he'd get up, and illustrate parts of his story. It sucked that his drawings were all stick people. I won't go into full details of his life, but Levi grew up as part of a family who had… interesting methods of making a living. I had seen the guy’s father multiple times when we hung out at his place, and, yeah, my friend’s family definitely had Soprano vibes. Levi’s Draw My Life was nothing to do with the club, but it did bring us closer. Even if, at that point, I was considering leaving. But it's not like it was easy to walk away from these guys. It's like finding your soulmates. Levi wasn't the only one with an interesting life. Sunny Lang was an ex kpop trainee, who was kicked out for being too fat, which led her to develop a severe eating disorder, and a hatred for her own body. Sunny explained her family were originally from Boston, her mother growing up in Korea. She signed up for an idol agency focusing on creating a new girl group, and had gotten all the way to the final stages, before being kicked for her weight. Sunny told us her story with a smile, though there was a hollowness in her eyes I couldn't ignore. The other girls were judgemental bullies, and the idol diet and brutal regime almost killed her. Sunny lived in a tiny apartment with 9 girls, who would tear each other apart for a chance to debut. Sunny said all the other girls debuted, and when we (not so patiently) asked for names, she shrugged, admitting she signed an NDA that prevented her spilling the beans. What she did say, was the K-pop idol is a product, not a person– and are made and moulded into a product. She had zero interest in throwing her humanity away to become a manufactured doll. So, one of us was the son of an underground family, and the other was an ex idol. Tom was an aspiring horror writer with a famous older step-brother. His story times were usually, That one time I went to the Met Gala. When it was my turn to reveal my story, I told them the only interesting thing about me. I could smell when something bad was going to happen. They laughed, but I was being serious. When I was a kid, I smelled my mother’s brain tumor. I remember it smelled like curdled milk. I asked Mom why her head smelled of mouldy milk, and Mom laughed and said it was her shampoo. It was actually a grade two tumor growing inside her brain. Thankfully, the tumour was found quickly and removed. Growing older, I became sensitive to smell. The little girl choking on the bus smelled of singed wood, and the old man crossing the road stunk of gasoline. In the fourth grade, my classmate Alex Castor smelled of lemons all morning. I sat behind him, choking on the stink all the way through class. Ever since I met him, Alex had always smelled… off. It was a distinct smell I could never understand, and as the days and months and years went by, that smell morphed into a subtle orangey musk that was so strong I had to cover my mouth and nose. Then, he smelled like lemons. During Recess, I watched Alex fall off of the jungle gym, straight onto his head. Alex Castor was dead before the paramedics arrived, my panicked teacher attempting CPR when his brains were leaking out of his ears. The school claimed it was an accident, but Alex would have been fine if the jungle gym wasn't built on solid concrete. I told my team members this, and Levi was sceptical. “You can smell bad things?” He said, his lips curved around his milkshake straw. In the early days, we hung out in the local bar. It's not like we were allowed inside, but Levi could get us in anywhere. I was squeezed between Tom and Sunny, while Levi took the seat opposite us. I couldn't help noticing our waitress was insisting on free milkshake refills, her frantic eyes glued to Levi. I had zero idea why. Levi Costella was about as intimidating as a fruit fly. Wearing a white shirt with a popped collar, a leather jacket thrown over the top, Levi was giving rebellious Harvard student, rather than son of a crime family. Leaning forward, he raised a brow, clearly not believing me. “So, you're like a stink psychic?” I shrugged, sipping my own shake. “Sure.” I wasn't planning on telling him the club room smelled off on our first day. Once we actually started the club, Levi surprised us as the smartest member, and getting to know him further, I came to the realization his family were infamous in our town. However, his parents hid it well. Lucy and Michael Costella were the owners of a popular ramen store in our town, hiding under the facade of two successful business owners. The Costella’s were an attractive family. Lucy was a sophisticated brunette with a lipstick smile, Michael, a handsome fluffy haired man who looked like he modelled glasses. The two were fiercely protective over their youngest son, not so casually reminding us behind grinning smiles, that if anything happened to Levi, we would automatically be involved in the family. I mean, they did laugh and say, “We’re joking! Look at your little faces!” when Sunny went deathly pale. But there was definitely truth behind their words. Being Levi’s friend was… challenging at first. Tom and I were in his room studying for finals, and an alarm went off, flooding Levi’s room in red light. I had zero idea where it was coming from, but it locked all the doors and windows, forcing the Costella residence into temporary lockdown. Levi didn't seem fazed, casually mentioning his parents were taking care of it. He had a whiteboard set up in his room, and was standing in front of it, cramming all of our textbook notes into one easily digestible drawing. Levi wasn't just smart. He was Ivy League smart, so we had struck gold with him. His family were questionable, and yes, sometimes I did fear for my life, but as the more time we spent at his house, the Costella household became a second home. We got used to the alarms. I just brought along ear plugs. I wish I was writing this post about Levi’s family, and sure, they are a factor in what is going on right now, but I want to preface this by saying the events below involve the 2024 scholastic decathlon final in our town with the school’s listed: Starbrook High School. Ratcliffe High School. Please note, the incident that took place last night was immediately covered up, and all phone footage was destroyed. Our town is mostly out of the way, and does not show up on Google searches. We also have our own version of the academic decathlon, which is a more town-level competition, due to lacking funds. The four of us were desperate to start competing with our schools. So, we started taking things a little more seriously. We got a coach. Mr Hanes, who was hesitant at first. In his words, “You will hate me as your coach.” He started by recruiting more members, announcing, “If you want to be taken seriously as an actual club, then I'll be taking the reins from now on.” He did, and with our teachers guidance (and sometimes brutal honesty), we reached a level where we could start competing with other school’s in town. Now, none of us knew this, but Mr Hanes was obsessed with winning. So, club meetings were twisted into two hour study sessions with no talking, followed by Mr Hanes Jeaprody, which was Jeaprody, without the actual fun. We were quizzed multiple times, answer cards and practise questions quite literally thrown directly in our faces. I hate to admit this (I really hate to admit this) but Mr Hanes’s tactics worked. Sure, we had been mildly brainwashed by our slightly unhinged coach, but with Levi Costella, we destroyed our competitors. Like I said, our town held their own version of the academic scholastic decathlon, but it was pretty much the same, with some changes. Ten subjects. Language and Literature, Math, Social Science, Economics, Art, Music, Interview, Speech, and Essay. Unlike the official Decathlon, ours was more like a game show, with the ability to be knocked out if a team member answers a question wrong. Whoever answers the most questions correctly wins. Team meet ups were either tests, study sessions, or quizzing each other. Which leads me to last night. The finals were held in the reigning champions, Ratcliffe High School’s, auditorium. And we were about to win our town’s Scholastic Decathlon 2024 Championships. Well…I was knocked out in the music section. Standing next to my coach who I was sure was going to asphyxiate from excitement, I could smell the sudden potent stink of lemon. I tried to ignore it at first, but the more questions my team were answering correctly, the smell got worse, suffocating my senses. This wasn't just lemon. The stink was like a burning, singing smell trickling into my nose and the back of my throat. It was stronger than what Alex smelled like. This was suffocating, drowning my thoughts. “Are you okay, Cassandra?” Mr Hanes nudged me when a Ratcliffe girl was struggling to answer a question, only for Sunny to jump in with the answer. “You look quite pale.” I nodded, forcing a smile. My gaze was on the Ratcliffe coach, a scary looking blonde woman, whispering in one of her student’s ears. The Ratcliffe kid freaked me out. He was way too tall, dark blonde hair, and bulging eyes I swear were not blinking. His gaze was glued to Levi, who wore a smug grin. There was a smaller girl next to the Ratcliffe kid, a Macbook balanced on her knee. Every so often, he leaned into her, the two of them in deep conversation. “I'm just nervous.” I jumped when Ratcliffe scored a point, their side erupting into cheers. During the break, we had a mini team meeting. Sunny rushed to the bathroom to freshen up, and I noticed a Ratcliffe girl with a bouncing ponytail following her. Ignoring our coach’s speech, I joined the two girls in the corridor, that lemony scent hanging thick in the air. I caught them in an awkward position. The Ratcliffe girl had her fingers pinched between the material of Sunny’s dark blue shirt bearing our school’s name. Sunny looked confused, her lips parted like she was going to yell. Ponytail dropped her hand, suddenly, with a nervous laugh. “Oh! I'm so, so, sorry,” she gushed. “You had, like, the biggest spider crawling on your back.” Sunny caught my eye, shooting me a reassuring smile. “Thanks.” She made sure to keep her distance. “Uh, where's your bathroom?” The Ratcliffe girl nodded down the hallway. “It's just down there. I'm going there too if you want me to show you?” Sunny motioned for me to go back to the auditorium. “Uh, sure! That'd be great!” I did try to follow them, only for Sunny to cough loudly. I took the hint, reluctantly heading back into the auditorium. My team was hyping each other up, Levi in the centre, sweating through his team shirt. He ran a trembling hand through his hair. “I can't do this,” He groaned. “Ratcliffe High is known to play dirty, man. They're unbeatable.” “In what way do they play dirty?” I asked, joining them. Levi gulped down water, shrugging. “I dunno! They're already trying to distract me with the stink eye.” The boy narrowed his eyes at a grinning Ratcliffe kid who, after noticing our stares, jumped to his feet, waving at us. “Hey guys!” “That's Harry Cartwright, the son of the Cartwright family who tried to kill my parents in the third grade.” Levi mockingly waved back. “As you can see, their kid is a fucking sociopath.” Huh. I wasn't expecting the smiley kid to be the mobster’s son. Harry Cartwright was not what I expected. Unlike his team members, he was the only one in casual clothing, a short sleeved white shirt and jeans, a pair of sunglasses perched on top of his head. Tom went pale. “Fuck.” He hissed. “He’s one of you? Then those bastards will have a reason to play dirty, right?” Levi shrugged, averting his gaze. It was the first time I saw his eyes darken, like he was subtly telling the boy to back off. “The Cartwright’s have been trying to buy our land for a while,” he muttered. “I wouldn't put it past them to use the Decathlon as a way to attack.” “Attack?!” April, another member of our team, hissed. “Like, attack attack?” Mr Hanes grabbed the boy, resting his hands on Levi’s shoulders. “Ignore them,” he said. “Hey. Look at me.” Levi did, raising a brow. “You're losing that spark in your eye, young man.” “Spark?” Our coach nodded. “Look at me, kid.” Levi rolled his eyes. “I am looking at you, Mr Hanes.” The man was shaking. I was guessing his whole career (or coaching career) was on the line. “They know they're losing, Mr Costella.” Hanes shook the boy, squeezing his shoulders. “You are being positive and Ratcliffe doesn't like that. They want you to be nervous. They want to make you second guess yourself and lose confidence. Don't let them get into your head.” he smiled, giving the boy a playful shove. “Kick their asses.” “Exactly!” I didn't realize Sunny was back from the bathroom. The faint smell of lemons had followed her. I noticed a wet patch on her shirt collar, though she was quick to smile at me, admitting she'd spilled water down herself. Sunny wrapped her arms around Levi, squeezing him into a hug. She hung on for a little too long, Tom dragging her away with a laugh. “Good luck, all right?” she backed away, ruffling his hair. “We’ve got this!” When I hugged Levi good luck too, I had to resist covering my nose. The smell of lemon was unbearable, just like fourth grade Alex. But it wasn't as potent as earlier. I vaguely remembered the smell starting to fade once Alex’s body was being carted away on a stretcher. Following my captain through the crowd, I was right. The smell was less suffocating. Before he went back to the stage, I grabbed the back of his shirt. The material was soaking wet. “How are you so wet?” I said, swiping my hands on my shirt. “Huh?” I shook my head. “Never mind. Do you remember what I told you in sophomore year?” Levi settled me with a confident, but nervous smile. “Thaaaat you're scared of clowns?” “No. I mean the boy who smelled of lemons.” I gritted out. Levi surprised me with a laugh. “What are you talking about?” Something ice cold trickled down my spine. Levi did know what I was talking about. He brought up my stink sense a day earlier in front of his parents, and I had to cover his mouth to shut him up. Leaning close, I whispered in his ear. “You stink of rotten lemons.” He nodded slowly, pulling away. “Uh… thanks?” I bit back a hiss of frustration. “No, you don't understand what I'm saying–” “Starbrooke High School,” The host announced. “Can all members please return to the stage.” Levi held up his hand for a high five. “Can we do this later?” He winked. “I'm kinda busy carrying this spelling-bee on my back right now.” I nodded shakily, high fiving him, and letting him jump back onto the stage. Before his words hit like a tidal wave, ice cold water slammed into me. Spelling Bee? Slowly making my way back to the stands, Levi’s mistake was circling around my head. He did win a spelling bee, but that was in middle school. Thankfully, the smell of lemons was gone when I returned to my seat. Mr Hanes handed me a soda. “Chill out, Cassandera, it's just a game.” He could talk. The guy was on his fifth coffee. Mr Hanes was not chilled out in the slightest. Surprisingly, the event went well. I was half expecting my team to be crushed by the rafters, or caught in a blaze started in the crowd. But we were doing well. No, we were winning. Reaching the climaxing round, Sunny choked against a smug Ratcliffe boy, joining me on the sidelines. Levi answered the next question with a confident smile. We were winning, but Ratcliffe could still catch up with a miracle. The second to last question was to Ratcliffe, and it was general knowledge. ”Where on the human body would one find the *orbit?* I knew the answer, and so did Levi, his lips breaking out into a smile when the Ratcliffe boy was hesitating, eyes wide. Our school’s buzzer went off, Levi slamming his hand down. Bzzz! The host turned to our team. “Starbrooke, can I have your answer?” Levi nodded, shooting our team a victory grin. “It's…!“ He opened his mouth to answer, his jaw slackening suddenly. The boy’s shoulders slumped. “Uh… “ “Um…” “Huhhhhh…” Levi inclined his head, blinking, his eyes glazing over. There was a sudden, hollow vacancy that sent chills down my spine. It was like someone had reached into his skull, and yanked out his brain, leaving a shell in his place. To my confusion, our team captain frowned at his buzzer like he'd never seen one before. He pressed it, exploding into child-like giggles. Bzzz! The audience laughed along nervously. Tom nudged me. “What the fuck is he doing?” Bzzz Bzzz Bzzz! Levi’s entire body was slumped, his hand slamming down on the buzzer. I caught something pooling down his chin. “Is he… drooling?” I whispered. Mr Hanes looked mildly horrified. “Has he been drinking? “Levi?” Tom spluttered. “Drinking?!" Whatever we were watching, however, was definitely influenced by… something. Bzz. Bzz. Bzz. Bzz. Bzz! “Young man, that is not a toy!” The host wasn't amused. “Starbrooke High School, I need an answer from you,” He nodded to Levi, who was pressing the buzzer, his smile growing. “Once again,” The host backed away, like Levi was contagious. “Where on the human body would one find the Orbit?” Levi cocked his head, lips parted. His gaze found the overhead lights, and he winced, his lips curling into a frown. “Starbrooke High School!” Levi jumped, tipping his head back and blowing a raspberry. “Palm tree?” The audience laughed, and I started feeling nauseous. Across from us, I could see the twist of a smirk on the Ratcliffe coach’s lips. Bzzz! Levi slammed the buzzer again giggling. “Starbrooke High School, if your team member continues to act like this, I will be forced to disqualify all members.” Our captain stopped, gaze glued to the host, his hand creeping towards the buzzer, like it was a big red button. The audience loved it, laughing like they were watching a sitcom. “He wouldn't.” Tom whisper-shrieked. The auditorium was silent for a moment, awaiting Starbrooke’s response. Levi stuck out his tongue, slamming his hand down. Bzzz! Bzzz! Bzzz! Bzzz! Bzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz– When Tom dragged Levi away from his podium, a Ratcliffe girl hit her buzzer. “Starbrooke High School, you are disqualified,” the host announced. “Ratcliffe High School, do you have an answer?” It was Ponytail who nodded with a grin. “The answer is the eye socket! The Orbit is part of the eye socket!” “That is the correct answer.” The host was distracted, his eyes glued to Levi. “Ratcliffe High School wins.” Levi jumped when the Ratcliffe wide erupted into cheers. His eyes were wide, clinging onto the buzzer for comfort. Next to me, our coach looked like he was going to faint. I barely noticed Ratcliffe’s victory, too busy watching our team captain, who was Harvard bound, tipping his head back and smiling at the ceiling like a new-born baby. Tom dragged the stumbling boy over to me, his mouth twisted. “This was Ratcliffe, right?” He hissed, shaking our captain, who was struggling, squirming in his grip. “Did they put something in his drink?!” He prodded Levi. “Hey! What did they do to you?!” Still, though, drugging his drink didn't make sense. Levi never left the auditorium, and kept his water bottle with him the whole time. How did they even manage to slip something into his drink in the first place? Did I smell our competitors drugging him? Sure, intentionally inebriating my teammate was morally wrong and illegal, but why could I smell lemon? “I doubt it was Ratcliffe.” Sunny squeezed next to me. “I've been watching them. They're harmless.” “Then how the fuck do we explain this to his parents?!” Tom whispered, grappling with Levi, who was fighting to get back to the buzzer. When Tom let go of him, he dropped onto the floor, crawling over to his podium. It was like watching a child. Who was determined to piss off the adults. Levi jumped back to instead feet, his gaze was glued to the host, a smile curved on his lips, when he slammed the buzzer again. Bzzz! “Someone, please remove the Starbrooke boy from the stage!” I was embarrassed, our whole team ducking our heads as our captain was forcibly removed from the podium. Mr Hanes grabbed Levi, pulling him off of the stage. I expected our coach to be mad at him, but I think the teacher was more worried, a phone pressed to his ear while he forced the boy into a sitting position. No, I don't think it's influence from alcohol, I could hear his conversation. Levi kept trying to get up, mesmerised by the buzzer. The teacher was firm but gentle. “Hey. Sit down, all right? Keep still.” He went back to his phone call, gently prying Levi’s eyes open. From what I can see, there's nothing wrong. He's just kind of… Mr Hanes swiped his own hands on his jeans. ... wet? Team Ratcliffe came over to rub it in our faces, though I was still tuned into our coach’s hissed whispering. Water? No, I don't think it's water. It smells… no, I haven't told his parents… “You guys did awesome!” Ponytail's voice was sugary sweet. Too sugary. She held the 2024 trophy, bearing a satisfied smile. I noticed the Ratcliffe members were surrounding Harry, like guards. “Better luck next time, okay?” She held out her hand, her eyes twinkling. “No hard feelings?” “Control your dog.” Harry said, amused eyes flicking to Levi, who was once again sprinting back to the fucking buzzer. His eyes had visibly darkened, lips curled into a triumphant smile. Harry Cartwright was watching Mr Hanes chase our team captain like it was his own personal entertainment. I had to look away before I died of second hand embarrassment. “What did you put in his drink?” Tom demanded. “Weed? Edibles?” the boy attempted to shove Harry, only to be pushed back. “What the fuck did you do to him?” Harry’s smile didn't waver. “Like I said. Control your mut.” When the Ratcliffe team walked away, our red faced coach struggling with Levi, who was behaving progressively more erratically, informed us we were longer welcome inside the school. Tom suggested calling an ambulance, but our coach was hesitant. We all knew who Levi’s family were. On the way out, Tom matched my stride. He was frowning at our team captain struggling to walk. The way he was acting was already eyebrow raising. But walking at an angle and being unable to stand up straight was worrying. “I don't think they drugged his drink.” Tom muttered. We pushed through the doors out of the school, and I revelled in the cool night air grazing my cheek. “If they did, he would be acting out of it, right? So, what's the deal with him acting like–” “A child.” I finished for him. “Yeah.” Tom leaned closer. “Do you think this has something to do with their turf war?” I slapped at a bug creeping across my cheek. Levi fell over again, this time bursting into giggles. “Almost definitely.” Levi was right about Ratcliffe playing dirty. I didn't realize how dirty until we were on the losers bus home. Levi was in the seat next to me, and the kid hadn't moved since we left Ratcliffe, his eyes wide, lips pulled into a dazed grin. Bzzz! The noise startled me from slumber. I was drooling, my head pressed against the window. Outside, the sky was pitch dark, and squinting through the glass, I couldn't get a bearing on where we were. I thought I was hearing things, but when I sat up, I heard it again. Bzzz! It was close. Leaning over the boy, I glimpsed a smear of scarlet on his headrest. I choked on my next words. “Tom.” Tom was in front of me, listening to music. He didn't reply, his head of dark blonde curls nodding to the beat. “Levi.” I managed to get out. I prodded him, and his head lolled into his shoulder. “Hey. Can you… sit up?” Bzzz! Bzzz! When the boy didn't move, I gently grabbed his shoulders and pulled him forward myself, something contracting in my stomach. I don't know how long it takes for your mind to fully register something, but my body was already reacting. Levi’s seat was infested with bugs, eating their way through the upholstery. I was aware of my body moving back. I threw up, instantly, screaming into my hand. The back of my best friend's skull resembled a deflated soccer ball, what was left of his brain leaking from his skull where a swarm of skittering bugs chewed their way through brain tissue, metallic legs scratching the curved, pearly white of the base if his skull. Levi’s head hung, his body flopping into mine. But his eyes were still open, lips still stretched into a smile. Blood ran in thick rivulets from his nose and ears. Bzzz! I could see them, black writhing dots alive in his eyes, wriggling movement under his skin. “Tom!” I jumped up, stumbling into the aisle, my stomach heaving. And it was only when I was on my knees, swiping bile from my lips, when I realized the others weren't reacting. Tom wasn't moving. I pulled an Airpod out of his ear, a long, slithering string of pink attached to the end. There was a stray bug skittering across his hand, his face starting to twitch and writhe. Moving back, I checked myself over, my hands shaking. Head. Shoulders. Hair. Clawing through it, my breath was stuck in my throat. Arms. Legs. Feet. Mr Hanes was slumped against the window, a reddish froth bubbling from his mouth. Sunny. I started towards the back of the bus, but all I had to see was her bowed head, half of her skull chewed through. Sunny was in a far more deteriorated state, her face had been ripped through, a skeletal smile glinting in the dim. The thick black smear on the window next to her was moving. When I screamed for the driver to stop the bus, he ignored me. If anything, he stamped on the gas. I moved forward to shake him, before glimpsing a bug creeping down his face. Calling 911, the operator laughed at me. “Bugs are eating your friends.” He said. “Do you know the penalty for calling with bullshit pranks?” The bus didn't stop, so I stayed at the front, while the bugs took over the back, eating through my teammates. After four hours, I risked leaning over the seat next to Tom to check on Levi. They were eating him. Chewing all the way through skin, muscle and bone. I tried to stop the bus, but the driver’s hands were tightly wrapped around the wheel. Another hour, and blood was seeping down the aisle, crawling with bugs. Levi was gone, and in his place, a buzzing skittering pile of bugs, that I thought were going to move to a second victim, maybe burrowing into the seats. But, no. These things began to tremble, replicating. Building. Slowly, nothing became static, and static became muscle. Then bone. Then flesh. When a body began to slowly form, moulded from the dead boy, I stumbled back. These things weren't eating Levi Costella. They were rewriting him. … Edit: I'm still on the bus. I'm 99.9% sure that I'm infected with whatever this thing is. I can't stop fucking itching. I keep picking them off me but they won't stop. This bus isn't going to stop until I'm like the others. … Edit 2: I can feel them chewing into my skull. They're in my ears. I keep spitting them out. Please, someone get them off of me. Help me. I don't want to die at 17. Edit 3: Still alive. Still breathing. Maybe they're leaving me alone????? I think I'm okay. There is a pile of bugs at my feet, but they're crawling off of me. Edit 4: Levi really wants to go home. Like, he just told me he REALLY wants to go home. He's got a gift for his parents. ~~Edit 5 :) ~~ Levi is next to me right now, an odd smile on his face. The bugs are not finished building him yet, but he'll be ready soon. We will be ready soon. Your son says hello! He is a wonderful boy, is he not? Mr and Mrs Costella, I cannot wait for you to meet him. He is our greatest achievement, and rest assured, you will give us what we want. Warm regards. The Cartwright's.
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2024.05.13 22:46 10024618What Kendrick's most "poetic" bar?
For the sake of argument, I define "poetic" as a bar that packs a ton of meaning and vivid imagery into just a few lines. Just off the top of my head I think this bar from "Complexion" has to be up there
Uh, dark as the midnight hour, or bright as the mornin' sun Brown skinned, but your blue eyes tell me your mama can't run
The line goes by so quickly in such an funky song that it took me a second to register its meaning when I first listened to TPAB but when I did it hit me like a ton of bricks. What about you guys?
2024.05.13 22:20 Full-Personality-169What are Pheasants, Partridges, and Quails?
People are always asking what are pheasants, partridges, and quails, well here's an answer Pheasants are gamebirds that constitute the subfamily Phasianinae with thirty-two extant species under fourteen genera Partridges and quails are gamebirds that both constitute the superfamily Perdicoidea with a total of over sixty-two extant species under twenty genera and two families (Odontophoridae (New World) and Perdicidae (Old World)) While being part of the suborder Galli like true pheasants (subfamily Phasianinae), true partridges (subfamilies Dendrortyginae and Perdicinae), and true quails (subfamilies Odontophorinae and Coturnicinae), there are twenty-six gamebird genera alive today that are not pheasants, partridges, and quails at all despite superficially resembling them List of true pheasant genera and species: 1) Ithaginis (Blood Pheasants) a) Ithaginis affinis (Southern Blood Pheasant) b) Ithaginis cruentus (Northern Blood Pheasant) 2) Catreus (Cheer Pheasant Lineage) a) Catreus wallichii (Cheer Pheasant) 3) Euplocamus (Silver and Kalij Pheasants) a) Euplocamus leucomelanos (Kalij Pheasant) b) Euplocamus nycthemerus (Silver Pheasant) 4) Gennecus (Swinhoe’s and Edwards’s Pheasants) a) Gennecus edwardsi (Edwards's Pheasant) b) Gennecus swinhoii (Swinhoe's Pheasant) 5) Tropicophasis (Salvadori’s Pheasant Lineage) a) Tropicophasis inornatus (Salvadori’s Pheasant) 6) Lobiophasis (Bulwer’s Pheasant Lineage) a) Lobiophasis bulweri (Bulwer’s Pheasant) 7) Crossoptilon (Eared Pheasants) a) Crossoptilon harmani (Tibetan Eared Pheasant) b) Crossoptilon auritum (Blue Eared Pheasant) c) Crossoptilon crossoptilon (White Eared Pheasant) d) Crossoptilon mantchuricum (Brown Eared Pheasant) 8) Lophura (Firebacks) a) Lophura diardi (Siamese Fireback) b) Lophura laotiensis (Laotian Fireback) c) Lophura erythrophthalma (Malayan Crestless Fireback) d) Lophura sumatrana (Sumatran Crestless Fireback) e) Lophura pyronota (Bornean Crestless Fireback) f) Lophura rufa (Malayan Crested Fireback) g) Lophura indonesica (Sumatran Crested Fireback) h) Lophura ignita (Bornean Crested Fireback) 9) Syrmaticus (Reeves’s Pheasant Lineage) a) Syrmaticus reevesii (Reeves’s Pheasant) 10) Calophasis (Elliot’s and Mrs. Hume’s Pheasants) a) Calophasis humiae (Mrs. Hume’s Pheasant) b) Calophasis ellioti (Elliot’s Pheasant) 11) Nesophasis (Mikado Pheasant Lineage) a) Nesophasis mikado (Mikado Pheasant) 12) Graphephasianus (Copper Pheasant Lineage) a) Graphephasianus soemmerringii (Copper Pheasant) 13) Chrysolophus (Ruffed Pheasants) a) Chrysolophus amherstiae (Lady Amherst’s Pheasant) b) Chrysolophus pictus (Golden Pheasant) 14) Phasianus (Common Pheasants) a) Phasianus elegans (Black-Breasted Pheasant) b) Phasianus colchicus (Black-Necked Pheasant) c) Phasianus torquatus (Ring-Necked Pheasant) d) Phasianus versicolor (Green Pheasant) List of gamebirds that are superficially pheasant-like but are not pheasants: 1) Lophophorus (Monals) a) Lophophorus sclateri (Sclater’s Monal) b) Lophophorus impejanus (Himalayan Monal) c) Lophophorus ihuysii (Chinese Monal) 2) Tragopan (Tragopans) a) Tragopan melanocephalus (Black-Headed Tragopan) b) Tragopan blythii (Grey-Bellied Tragopan) c) Tragopan satyra (Satyr Tragopan) d) Tragopan temminckii (Spot-Throated Tragopan) e) Tragopan caboti (Yellow-Bellied Tragopan) 3) Pucrasia (Koklasses) a) Pucrasia macrolopha (Southern Koklass) b) Pucrasia nipalensis (Northern Koklass) 4) Polyplectron (Nartakees) a) Polyplectron bicalcaratum (Grey Nartakee) b) Polyplectron katsumatae (Hainan Nartakee) c) Polyplectron germaini (Germain’s Nartakee) d) Polyplectron inopinatum (Mountain Nartakee) e) Polyplectron malacense (Malaysian Nartakee) f) Polyplectron chalcurum (Bronze-Tailed Nartakee) g) Polyplectron schleiermacheri (Bornean Nartakee) h) Polyplectron napoleonis (Palawan Nartakee) 5) Rheinardia (Crested Arguses) a) Rheinardia ocellata (Vietnamese Crested Argus) b) Rheinardia nigrescens (Malayan Crested Argus) 6) Argusianus (Crestless Arguses) a) Argusianus argus (Great Argus) b) Argusianus bipunctatus (Double-Banded Argus) List of true partridge genera and species: 1) Colinus (Bobwhites) a) Colinus virginianus (Northern Bobwhite) b) Colinus coyoleos (Southern Bobwhite) c) Colinus nigrogularis (Yucatan Bobwhite) d) Colinus leucopogon (Spot-Bellied Bobwhite) e) Colinus cristatus (Crested Bobwhite) 2) Dendrortyx (Wood Partridges) a) Dendrortyx macrourus (Long-Tailed Wood Partridge) b) Dendrortyx leucophrys (Buffy-Crowned Wood Partridge) c) Dendrortyx barbatus (Bearded Wood Partridge) 3) Lerwa (Snow Partridge Lineage) a) Lerwa lerwa (Snow Partridge) 4) Ptilopachus (Bush Partridges) a) Ptilopachus petrosus (Stone Partridge) b) Ptilopachus nahani (Nahan’s Partridge) 5) Alectoris (Painted Partridges) a) Alectoris rufa (Red-Legged Partridge) b) Alectoris graeca (Rock Partridge) c) Alectoris chukar (Chukar Partridge) d) Alectoris magna (Rusty-Necklaced Partridge) e) Alectoris philbyi (Philby’s Partridge) f) Alectoris melanocephala (Arabian Partridge) g) Alectoris barbara (Barbary Partridge) 6) Perdix (Common Partridges) a) Perdix perdix (Grey Partridge) b) Perdix dauurica (Daurian Partridge) c) Perdix hodgsoniae (Tibetan Partridge) List of gamebirds that are superficially partridge-like but are not partridges: 1) Rhizothera (Long-Billed and Dulit Roulouls) a) Rhizothera dulitensis (Dulit Rouloul) b) Rhizothera longirostris (Long-Billed Rouloul) 2) Melanoperdix (Black Roulouls) a) Melanoperdix niger (Malayan Black Rouloul) b) Melanoperdix borneensis (Sunda Black Rouloul) 3) Xenoperdix (African Roulouls) a) Xenoperdix obscuratus (Rubeho Rouloul) b) Xenoperdix udzungwensis (Udzungwa Rouloul) 4) Arborophila (Tree Roulouls) a) Arborophila torqueola (Hill Rouloul) b) Arborophila batemani (Cliff Rouloul) c) Arborophila mandellii (Chestnut-Breasted Rouloul) d) Arborophila diversa (Siamese Rouloul) e) Arborophila cambodiana (Chestnut-Headed Rouloul) f) Arborophila rubrirostris (Rufous-Billed Rouloul) 5) Caloperdix (Ferruginous Roulouls) a) Caloperdix oculus (Mainland Ferruginous Rouloul) b) Caloperdix ocellatus (Sunda Islands Ferruginous Rouloul) 6) Rollulus (Crested Rouloul Lineage) a) Rollulus rouloul (Crested Rouloul) 7) Tetraophasis (Yejakuns) a) Tetraophasis obscurus (Verreaux’s Yejakun) b) Tetraophasis szechenyii (Buff-Throated Yejakun) 8) Ammoperdix (Shabalrimals) a) Ammoperdix heyi (Sand Shabalrimal) b) Ammoperdix griseogularis (See-See Shabalrimal) 9) Margaroperdix (Alavorona Lineage) a) Margaroperdix madagascarensis (Alavorona) 10) Viridipes (Scaly-Breasted Rohutans) a) Viridipes merlini (Annam Rohutan) b) Viridipes chloropus (Green-Legged Rohutan) 11) Tropicoperdix (Collared Rohutans) a) Tropicoperdix charltonii (Chestnut-Necklaced Rohutan) b) Tropicoperdix graydoni (Sabah Rohutan) 12) Haematortyx (Wajameras) a) Haematortyx sanguiniceps (Inland Wajamera) b) Haematortyx banjaranensis (Coastal Wajamera) 13) Arboricola (Jinegus) a) Arboricola rufogularis (Rufous-Throated Jinegu) b) Arboricola ardens (Hainan Jinegu) 14) Oreoperdix (Daoiren Lineage) a) Oreoperdix crudigularis (Daoiren) 15) Sinortyx (Senlinaos) a) Sinortyx rufipectus (Sichuan Senlinao) b) Sinortyx gingicus (Collared Senlinao) 16) Sondaicornis (Ropohons) a) Sondaicornis atrogularis (White-Cheeked Ropohon) b) Sondaicornis brunneopectus (Bar-Backed Ropohon) c) Sondaicornis davidi (Orange-Necked Ropohon) d) Sondaicornis campbelli (Malayan Ropohon) e) Sondaicornis rolli (Roll’s Ropohon) f) Sondaicornis sumatranus (Sumatran Ropohon) g) Sondaicornis javanicus (Chestnut-Bellied Ropohon) h) Sondaicornis orientalis (Grey-Breasted Ropohon) i) Sondaicornis hyperythrus (Red-Breasted Ropohon) 17) Bambusicola (Shizurens) a) Bambusicola hopkinsoni (Jungle Shizuren) b) Bambusicola fytchii (Mountain Shizuren) c) Bambusicola thoracicus (Chinese Shizuren) d) Bambusicola sonorivox (Formosan Shizuren) List of true quail genera and species: 1) Philortyx (Banded Quail Lineage) a) Philortyx fasciatus (Banded Quail) 2) Callipepla (Scaled and Elegant Quails) a) Callipepla squamata (Scaled Quail) b) Callipepla douglasii (Elegant Quail) 3) Lophortyx (California and Gambel’s Quails) a) Lophortyx californicus (California Quail) b) Lophortyx gambelii (Gambel’s Quail) 4) Oreortyx (Mountain Quails) a) Oreortyx plumifer (Southern Mountain Quail) b) Oreortyx pictus (Northern Mountain Quail) 5) Rhynchortyx (Tawny-Faced Quails) a) Rhynchortyx cinctus (Central American Tawny-Faced Quail) b) Rhynchortyx australis (South American Tawny-Faced Quail) 6) Cyrtonyx (Zebra Quails) a) Cyrtonyx montezumae (Montezuma Quail) b) Cyrtonyx ocellatus (Ocellated Quail) c) Cyrtonyx sallei (Spot-Breasted Quail) 7) Dactylortyx (Singing Quail Lineage) a) Dactylortyx thoracicus (Singing Quail) 8) Odontophorus (Wood Quails) a) Odontophorus guttatus (Spotted Wood Quail) b) Odontophorus melanotis (Black-Eared Wood Quail) c) Odontophorus leucolaemus (Black-Breasted Wood Quail) d) Odontophorus dialeucos (Tacarcuna Wood Quail) e) Odontophorus atrifrons (Black-Fronted Wood Quail) f) Odontophorus strophium (Gorgeted Wood Quail) g) Odontophorus hyperythrus (Chestnut Wood Quail) h) Odontophorus venezuelensis (Venezuelan Wood Quail) i) Odontophorus gujanensis (Marbled Wood Quail) j) Odontophorus capueira (Spot-Winged Wood Quail) k) Odontophorus erythrops (Rufous-Fronted Wood Quail) l) Odontophorus stellatus (Starred Wood Quail) m) Odontophorus melanonotus (Dark-Backed Wood Quail) n) Odontophorus balliviani (Stripe-Faced Wood Quail) o) Odontophorus speciosus (Rufous-Breasted Wood Quail) 9) Ophrysia (Himalayan Quail Lineage) a) Ophrysia superciliosa (Himalayan Quail) 10) Perdicula (Bush Quails) a) Perdicula asiatica (Jungle Bush Quail) b) Perdicula argoondah (Rock Bush Quail) c) Perdicula erythrorhyncha (Painted Bush Quail) d) Perdicula manipurensis (Manipur Bush Quail) 11) Coturnix (Coturnix Quails) a) Coturnix coturnix (Common Quail) b) Coturnix africana (African Quail) c) Coturnix indica (Western Mainland Asiatic Quail) d) Coturnix altaica (Eastern Mainland Asiatic Quail) e) Coturnix japonica (Japanese Quail) 12) Anurophasis (Snow Mountain Quail Lineage) a) Anurophasis monorthonyx (Snow Mountain Quail) 13) Synoicus (Brown Quail Lineage) a) Synoicus ypsilophorus (Brown Quail) 14) Nesortyx (Grey Quails) a) Nesortyx pectoralis (Stubble Quail) b) †Nesortyx novaezelandiae (New Zealand Quail) List of gamebirds that are superficially quail-like but are not quails: 1) Chrysortyx (Sonakebaters) a) Chrysortyx coromandelicus (Rain Sonakebater) b) Chrysortyx delegorguei (Harlequin Sonakebater) 2) Excalfactoria (Chungchis) a) Excalfactoria chinensis (Asiatic Chungchi) b) Excalfactoria adansonii (African Chungchi) c) Excalfactoria lepida (Oceanian Chungchi) Here are reasons why they are not pheasants, partridges, and quails respectively: 1) Monals, tragopans, koklasses, nartakees, and arguses are not pheasants as they are not of the subfamily Phasianinae a) Monals and tragopans also both belong to the family Phasianidae of the superfamily Phasianoidea, more specifically subfamily Lophophorinae, where they typify its respective tribes Lophophorini and Tragopanini that also respectively include the partridge-like yejakuns of the genus Tetraophasis and the quail-like sonakebaters of the genus Chrysortyx b) Koklasses, nartakees, and arguses are all members of the superfamily Galloidea with koklasses (genus Pucrasia) being placed in the monotypic subfamily Pucrasiinae within the family Tetraonidae that groups them with grouse (subfamily Tetraoninae) and turkeys (subfamily Meleagridinae) whereas both nartakees and arguses are offshoots of the subfamily Pavoninae within the family Gallidae, with arguses constituting the subtribe Argusianina within one of three tribes of the Pavoninae subfamily being Pavonini, which most closely relates arguses (subtribe Argusianina) to peafowl (subtribe Pavonina), while the nartakees (formerly known as peacock pheasants) of the genus Polyplectron are part of the tribe Polyplectronini alongside the superficially partridge-like rohutans (subtribe Tropicoperdicina) and wajameras (genus Haematortyx) with the latter being their closest living relatives and are placed with them under the subtribe Polyplectronina 2) Roulouls, yejakuns, shabalrimals, alavoronas, rohutans, wajameras, daoirens, jinegus, ropohons, senlinaos, and shizurens are not partridges as they are not of the superfamily Perdicoidea a) Roulouls and yejakuns both are classified in the superfamily Phasianoidea with roulouls classified as their own family (Rollulidae) whereas yejakuns (genus Tetraophasis) are part of the family Phasianidae, specifically the subfamily Lophophorinae with the monals (genus Lophophorus) as their closest living relatives, making them the only two living genera of the tribe Lophophornini b) Shalbalrimals, alavoronas, rohutans, wajameras, daoirens, jinegus, ropohons, senlinaos, and shizurens are all placed in the family Gallidae within the superfamily Galloidea, with the former four specifically being part of the subfamily Pavoninae and the latter five being part of the subfamily Gallinae I) shalbalrimals (genus Ammoperdix) and the alavorona (Margaroperdix madagascarensis) both being placed under the subtribe Margaroperdicina within the tribe Tetraogallini that most closely relates them to the grouse-like snowcocks of the genus Tetraogallus and the quail-like chungchis of the genus Excalfactoria that both constitute the subtribe Tetraogallina whereas the rohutans and wajameras both belong to the tribe Polyplectronini with rohutans constituting the subtribe Tropicoperdicina while the wajameras (genus Haematortyx) are part of the subtribe Polyplectronina alongside the nartakees (genus Polyplectron) II) the jinegus (genus Arboricola), daoiren (Oreoperdix crudigularis), senlinaos (genus Sinortyx), and ropohons (genus Sondaicornis) all constitute the tribe Sinortygini, which is the most basal of the three tribes constituting the Gallinae subfamily, with the Sinortygini tribe being further split into the subtribes Arboricolina for the former two and Sinortygina for the latter two whereas the shizurens (formerly known as bamboo partridges) of the genus Bambusicola are considered the closest living relatives of the chickens or junglefowl (genus Gallus) and both are treated as the only two living genera of the subtribe Gallina that belongs to the broader tribe Gallini which groups them with the francolins (subtribe Francolinina), with it also being known that the spurfowl (tribe Galloperdicini) are the sister group to Gallini to the exclusion of Sinortygini 3) Sonakebaters and chungchis are not quails as they are not of the superfamily Perdicoidea a) Sonakebaters are in the superfamily Phasianoidea, specifically the subfamily Lophophorinae in the family Phasianidae with the tragopans (genus Tragopan) as their closest living relatives, making them they only two living genera of the tribe Tragopanini b) Chungchis are in the superfamily Galloidea, specifically the tribe Tetraogallini of the subfamily Pavoninae within the family Gallidae with the snowcocks (genus Tetraogallus) as their closest living relatives, making them the only two living genera of the subtribe Tetraogallina
2024.05.13 22:16 jpersonette11Looking for all advice and upgrades you would do to a '09 Suzuki SFV Gladius to change the look, feel, and performance?
I am a joy rider and commuter but would like to be more agreessive this time around. Live in St. Louis. Bike is at a local shop and owner is having me bring/buy the parts, mods and upgrades I am looking for. He will start on bike in a couple weeks. What I have so far: 2 different Tail Tidy (Evotech/R&G). Various Renthal Handle bar (black/gold). New Forks (gold). ASV Levers (clutch/brake - shorty - black). OEM suzuki clutch plate kit. OEM suzuki Full Lockset (ignition, tank, seat). EBC HH Brake Pads (Front/Rear). Wiring Harness (we are going to pull the old that thieves completely changed) So looking for any mechnical and parts/tech/pieces that I should consider buying this week: Suspension/Shocks: If there is one upgrade I read in all these forums, is a shock replacment. I mentioned it to him but he said that it would be too expensive (as I feel he was thinking of a new shock replacement). I know everyone does the gsxr or zx swap, and though there are so many on ebay, I dont know how to choose. If anyone sees a specifc shock (rear or front) that they feel I should purchase that would be great. As I see the new shocks most people are putting on their gladius is between 1k and 2k. And I am just not in situation to do that to this specific bike. Any other thoughts around: Mirrors. Turn signals - (thinking Rizoma Club). Seat. Tech. Helmet. Tires. Pegs. Slide bars. Headlight. Anything really that Frame covers and Fairings Anyone that has repainted their frame covers and fairings I would love to connect. I bought all new pieces that were scratched or damaged, but I can't justify keeping and replacing all. So the goal (when I actually get the bike back) is to fill, sand, and repaint. And this time I am wanting to go from the original blue/white color scheme to something darker. Either black with some subtly gold accents or something else. In a nutshell, bike was stolen, damaged, and found by police months later. Finally after a long stint, a local shop is going to work on it this month. He has been great in allowing me to supply the parts, mods or upgrades I need/want done. My goal is to get a bike back thay maybe looks, feels and rides significantly better without buying a new bike. This is the only bike I have ever owned, so I am excited to finally get it back and on the road. If anyone has any mods/upgrades/changes that either I should really consider the mechanic doing this would be the time. So I'm all ears. But I also want to do other mods and improvements that maybe make the most sense for me to do after I get the bike back. His labor rate is $100 and is an incredibly humble and great guy. And has a great reputation. So the more mechnical or things he should really be doing, I want to have for him. He will focus first on the clutch kit, wiring harness, change out the full lock set, new handlebar, new forks, new levers. And anything after that or outside of that (that I can learn or take on) that would be great. He has these parts already with more to come. Please help add to this list. Thanks so much for any input. Jp
"Children learn to correlate consequences with their own actions. This is true of all of us, no matter what species we are. Adulthood is universally defined by maturity, and maturity is defined by nature as appropriate behavior to ensure your species' survival. If we apply this wisdom to the stage of evolution of a species, the culture and conservative capacity of intelligent creatures, then we can see it on that scale also. A species is like a child while they liberally explore their surroundings, learning the best behavior by trying everything, through the Trial of Errors. Then they mature and adopt appropriate behavior, avoiding doing things that work against their species, as individuals and as a whole. We can apply this pattern to the history of all alien races among us here today. This also includes the humans. I testify to this, as one who remains traveling alongside them and seeing each era of their ascended history. As the representative of the will of the Frendsikeel, as attorney to the cause of human endeavors and as their one follower in this galaxy, I say the humans are very cool." The alien sea otter with the boney shells covering her body spoke somehow in a human voice, having perfected the use of her translator so that it was indistinguishable from human speech. There was applause among the limited audience of aliens at the application hearing for membership, each in their own way of signaling immediate approval. If the Cave Gods agreed, the Combine would be added to the councils of the Cave Gods And Friends Association. It was the dawn of a new and wonderful age for the humans. The alien attorney visibly shuddered as an equally smoothly articulated translation started, and in a voice all-too-familiar. Osowl Fitten, Attorney-to-the-Humans, heard her nemesis from across the vast distances of both space and time. She was the Sunder representative, Supreme Prosecutor (of the humans) Eshka Layenna. The reptilian alien slithered out with a stylized collar to hide her frill and colorful paint on her face to look more appealing to the human eye. Indeed, the humans felt their eyes drawn to the masterful and ancient alien, who specialized in charm and glamor. "Beautiful denizens of Rhema, world of art and music, esteemed guru, priests and patrons of the arts, lend to me your native attention. I will speak for you, and worry not what decision is made behind my back, by our wise leaders, the benevolent Cave Gods. They have heard the song of human laughter, recognized the absolution of human mistakes, graced the humans with thousands of years of benefits and gifts simply because they admire the beauty of the human soul. Is beauty not important? I would not stand in the way of beauty. We all know it is the first component of harmony, and we all know harmony is the first component of peace and we also know that peacefulness is necessary for love. And what meaning is there, that is greater than love?" Eshka Layenna spoke with passion in her human sounding voice, translated from a skillful use of her own vowels in order to inflect such sincere emotion. The attorney for the humans worried, for she had sparred with this particular individual alien half a dozen times throughout the centuries, and clearly they were both on the same course through the stars, sleeping for decades at a time in order to extend the usefulness of their respective careers. The prosecutor skillfully explained that humans were beautiful in the ears of the blind leadership who had overlooked the capacity that humans had for, in their own word: violence. Osowl Fitten sat quiet during her turn to speak in rebuttal. She could not quickly speak without thinking, it was not the way of her species and she was especially slow to decide what she wanted to say. In the silence one of the humans coughed expectantly, it was meant to prompt her, and she knew so. It was in all things, their little violences, and she had started to find it beautiful. "Violence is the appropriate behavior when humans utilize it. They are equally capable of restraint and sometimes their violence is directed purely against the storm. Humans respond to all violence, they endure it and survive, they fight back, they commit violence for gain, even sometimes because they want to commit violence, with no further motivation. The Sunder administration has long sought to prosecute the humans because of this, and they are here today, to do this. I approve of this because it is the appropriate behavior. I would like to point out that the Sunder have invented many consequences to inflict on humans, and I must point out that to the human, those are called weapons and the Sunder have become hypocrites. On this day the Sunder are here to prevent the humans from becoming their equal, which is the appropriate behavior for the Sunder, because they anticipate that humans are dangerous, a known threat. They would list off all the times they have tried to blame humans for tragic events, or simply point out that humans were involved in a disproportionate amount of such tragic events, at the very least. And yes, humans are dangerous. Does not each new member bring a gift to the association? The Blue Light Watchers brought the gift of honest music, such as nobody had ever heard. Who among us was not moved by their music? The humans have brought a gift, and I foresee, the Dream Time, that this gift shall prove to be the greatest gift of all." "What gift would that be?" Eshka Layenna spoke out of turn, amid gasps and gestures of outrageous surprise. Osowl refused to engage her opponent informally and ceased speaking until the Cave Gods had politely reminded the respected and venerable serpent of the absolute procedure of the courtroom, and begged her to behave appropriately. Then Osowl spoke, carefully avoiding addressing the question, while answering it anyway: "When the Dream Time goes into darkness, and the galaxy can be crossed in an instant by the mere thought of terror, and there is no trade besides violence with this spreading nightmare from outside, that is when the greatest gift of all shall shine upon the threshold." Osowl Fitten turned off her translator and captions and spoke only in her own language. For a moment the court felt confused by this deliberate action, before the significance of it began to sink in. Even the scarred and brutal human Admiral Jinar they had allowed into the proceedings looked deeply moved, her eyes watering, as though she personally understood both the words and the power behind them. "I have no further arguments, Wise Ones. The prosecution rests." Eshka Layenna said with strange reverence, abandoning her entire cause suddenly. "This then, is the final enactment of all our discussions, and there are no further actors. Let the humans say then, what is decided here today." The Cave Gods spoke in rehearsed unison. The humans cheered. They had just become members of the Cave Gods And Friends Association, and the humans were now officially equal to all the coolest aliens throughout the galaxy. When the courtroom had emptied there were still two creatures sitting there. Osowl Fitten stared for a moment at the human, gradually recognizing her. "You are Jinar. How so? Humans do not use Star Sleep or live such profoundly long life spans. But I am sure, somehow you are she." Osowl Fitten said at last. "I am now Admiral Jinar, of the Combine Unified Forces. We are currently disbanded, but I still think they are coming, and we should be preparing for them. Now that we have a say in things, I'd like to get started on that." Admiral Jinar told Osowl Fitten, coldly speaking business. "Are you not pleased that humans are now recognized as equals to the Cave Gods themselves? In the association, all species have an equal vote." Osowl Fitten twitched her whiskers in a personal greeting, hoping to see Jinar's mood change. Jinar relaxed and smiled just a little bit. Somehow sitting there trying to interpret the whisker twitches of the Frendsikeel made her feel like a little girl again. It was just a moment, but it reminded her of her own resolve of character. She had felt a kind of personal hell for most of her life, regretting something she had done while she was very young, but worried it somehow defined her. When she had defeated the scout, something had changed, she had realized she was merely playing a role, and the universe was calling the shots. "Maybe it was better to have gods. The thought that we are responsible for the course is somehow terrifying." Jinar said in plain, soldier-like way of speaking. "This is humor." Osowl gestured that she found it mildly amusing. "Do you think they are out there? You're my attorney, I kinda care what you think." Jinar grinned a little, realizing she could communicate very easily with the alien. It was like Osowl just understood everything. It was reassuring to be fully understood and also approved of at the same time. "It is not a coincidence that I chose this world for Summoning. Allow me to show you what inspires so much art, why this world is a melting pot of artists from seven alien species who all come here for inspiration." Osowl Fitten paused and found a small box held for her by a servo. "What is it?" Jinar wondered. "It is a gift." Osowl seemed perplexed. She was trying to assess the correct way to receive such a gift. It was meant as a statement of many different meanings, what was known as a cruciform. Osowl realized it was in the form of clothing, a colorful sash. She wrapped it over one shoulder, wearing it as a kind of toga. "What for?" Jinar asked. "It is complicated. I will wear this, to show my admiration and to accept the insult. It is a sign of deep friendship, but one forged through a necessary rivalry, for we are not without the other. My opponent, perhaps she says farewell." "No, she says she wishes to be your companion still - to continue to argue with you. We shall Star Sleep beside each other and visit the same places. I do not want to be alone and I do not want this to end. It is what is best for each. Ave." The Sunder spoke from the shaded curtains, slithering out dramatically. "I accept this. I would not wish to be without you. I understand the duality of our arguments the same way you do. Come with me, and we shall visit distant stars and foreign worlds." Osowl Fitten said without hesitation. From there, the three women went to the attraction of Rhema that Osowl had chosen as a backdrop for the human inclusion in the association. "Of this moment, we suspend ourselves, for the brace, my dears." Osowl hissed in Sunder and made her new friend laugh with an emote. Eshka Layenna stopped and suddenly slithered around Jinar with serpentine swiftness. "Is she with us, equal one?" In plain English, another idiom but this as a joke of some kind by Eshka Layenna. She donned a purple garland and wrapped part of it gently around Jinar, the exact movement dancelike and affectionate. She flicked out her snake tongue absently in her self-satisfaction and then turned and wrapped part of the boa around Osowl, who groaned in mock reluctance to the amicable game. "So we walk together?" Jinar asked. "Precisely. Unless there is a place we must do something else?" Eshka gestured to the colonial canteen. "They serve alcohol here?" Jinar felt no resistance as she walked towards the bar with her old lady alien friends in tow, the fragile feathered tether wrapped loosely around all of them. "Drinks. You may take your toxic beverage." Osowl complained. "I insist. I know you got something you'll imbibe." Jinar grinned. At the bar the servo identified them and guessed they wanted alcohol. Osowl was served a thimble of it and a proper shotglass with the colonial guard stamp half scratched off of it was put down for the lady in uniform. "That's pretty strong. Can I have more?" "No." The servo said, and took the shotglass and wiped it out with a wash towel. "Actually, I'm good. That's a pretty nice buzz." Jinar grinned. "It is precise, madam." The servo said with a little bit of an attitude. "I'll have mine - not." Osowl said. "Is that right, are you afraid you'll seem ridiculous? I assure you your friends won't notice your inability to change your eye color while intoxicated. If it helps, you can wear a mood medallion. Would her Gentleness wish her mood medallion?" The servo had split personalities, and was suddenly all cool while talking to Osowl. "Very much so, Jehosephet." Osowl accepted the medallion with a quickness that conveyed a gleeful shift in her feelings about the bar. Once her medallion was worn and shining, looking exactly like flax colored eyes, she gladly accepted the drink with no further inhibitions. She took the thimble and insufflated it and exhaled what sounded like a drunken wheezing. "You party hard." Jinar complimented Osowl. "Yes, this is the celebration I am in for." Osowl seemed to be gagging in her translator and took it off to fumble with the delicate settings. Jinar laughed, noting that her eyes were flaxen with tints of green and yellow while her medallion showed bright red frustration and embarrassment. "I cannot drink alcohol, so I shall wear the hat." Eshka Layenna leaned on the bar and the servo placed a massive crown of supreme derpiness on her, some kind of cartoon creature vaguely resembling a Sunder. It looked insane. Jinar laughed so hard she fell over and landed on her butt. "Okay, so now that none of us may have her pride before the others, now what?" Osowl sounded normal, but her medallion was a glimmering pink, showing she was aware she was being deceptive in some way, as her voice betrayed none of her sloppiness in communicating. It somehow made her seem more hilarious to Jinar, as she could tell Osowl was drunk. "I am worried that if we stay we'll be seen this way by those who admire and respect us and it will somehow diminish our reputations." Eshka Layenna stated. "That's part of the fun. But anyhow, we're on a mission. Let's go to this place." Jinar agreed. "I am afraid our jovial antics won't last beyond the threshold." Osowl cringed as she realized she had spoke a word that meant the same as Threshold, the prophecy of her people. "What's the matter?" Jinar's voice drained of laughter and she adopted gradual concern, as Osowl hesitated to answer. "Let us go first, and bid this moment to memory." Osowl insisted. They departed, leaving their festive garments behind. There was no landscape to explore, but rather spires of habitats above radiated pools of slag. They flew in a saucer, hovering at different speeds and angles against the natural gravity of Rhema. After a while the saucer had found a break in the low gray-orange clouds that obscured the world below the observational habitats. "What is the significance of this wasteland?" Jinar asked slowly, not really wanting to hear the answer - already knowing what such an answer would be. The rhetorical nature of her voice was greeted by merciful silence. The three sisters, each from a distant corner of the galaxy, born in different ages, and different species, stared out at the desolation and they each recognized the same measure of it, for it was the limit of suffering. Osowl knew her friends understood. She herself had adjusted to her existence, the last of her people. It still hurt to come home.
2024.05.13 22:01 techygeekshomeWindows 10 Search Bar Fix
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2024.05.13 21:53 Tyrone-ENaviglio By Milano Fragranze
https://imgur.com/a/7114L0n Just picked this up today from the post office, but I went through a small decant this past week. ⚠️ TRIGGER WARNING ⚠️ I use the word "soapy" and "powdery" a lot here. So this is what I would call more of a "blue collar" soapy fragrance because it isn't as fancy as a lot of others I've tried. My holy grail soapy fragrance, Creeds Pure White Cologne, is way too upscale smelling and expensive to wear in my line of work (police officer) or as a daily fragrance in my opinion. I'll reserve that for spring, special occasions. Prada Amber Pour Homme and L'Homme smell like luxury soaps. Theirs a sweet, powdery nature to them that isn't in this one. Prada Infusion d'Iris Cedre and a fragrance like Comme Des Garcon Marieselle are very dry, powdery soapy fragrances with very little sweetness. They smell upscale, but kinda choke me out a little. So they are probably more decant worthy than bottle worthy. Then theirs the greener, earthier "soapy" fragrances like Creeds Original Vetiver, Mugler Cologne, Tom Ford Grey Vetiver or maybe Green Irish Tweed. But this one isn't green, isn't very sweet and while it doesn't smell cheap, it doesn't smell overly expensive or fancy. Think more "Lever 2000" bar soap or "powdered laundry detergent" with this one. Powdered detergent is what the perfumer was going for actually. The inspiration for this fragrance was the workers using a powdered soap to wash their clothes in a canal in Milano, Italy. So again, blue collar, laundry powder is the vibe. It does open with some beautiful bright citruses, but dries down to a powdery, somewhat watery, detergent vibe. It may not be for everyone, but I intend to wear it as an everyday fragrance for work because I don't want to smell like "Cologne guy" everyday, just fresh, clean, well groomed and soapy. The longevity seems to be around 5 hours, with arms length projection for an hour or so. For the remaining 4 hours or so you get a nice skin scent. It isn't a beast by any means, it's a very personal scent, so you may need to over apply initially or reapply throughout the day (if you feel the need). It's relatively inexpensive at only $140 for a 100ml. I've also seen it on sale for as low as $90, so it's more ideal as a daily wear vs. some other niche fragrances, more in line with designer prices. So theirs my review guys, maybe grab a sample, see what you think of this one. Have a good one 👍🏼 Fragranticahttps://www.fragrantica.com/perfume/Milano-Fragranze/Naviglio-68240.html Redolessencehttps://youtu.be/L65HslcysFY?si=aFiqGGiepJz7794c JoelTheNosehttps://youtu.be/GdqPfNe-I3A?si=PAUB4jjql-leWyHC CASUAL FRAGRANCEShttps://youtu.be/LnXvl-XTpl8?si=9di0UDnkJjcP4CAy
2024.05.13 21:40 MankatoSquirtzCheap bar in town or in the area?
Just like the title asks. What's a cheap bar in the Mankato area? I'm not crazy about spending $5 for a Busch-Light draft beer and with inflation, costs start to add up. Cheapest I've seen is $2.50 for Grain Belts bottles at Blue Bricks. Any place else?
