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What color palette to match hot pink couch?

2024.05.14 02:04 lily5818 What color palette to match hot pink couch?

What color palette to match hot pink couch?
Hello! I'm in the process of decorating my beauty room and I'd love to incorporate the couch shown in the picture. I’m going for an eclectic vibe. I'm torn between a blue/teal or white ottoman. Also, I'm undecided on the color scheme for the couch pillows and the overall palette.
In addition to the couch, I'll be adding a white Hollywood style vanity with crystal handles, and the walls will be white. Any suggestions would be greatly appreciated! 🌸💕
I'd like the room to have a mature and clean look. Do you think the pictured ottoman would complement the aesthetic I'm going for?
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2024.05.14 01:51 lily5818 What color palette to match hot pink couch?

What color palette to match hot pink couch?
Hi! I’m trying to decorate my beauty room and want the pictured couch included. I really want an ottoman and am debating on a blue/teal color or white. I’m unsure. Also unsure about color for couch pillows and general color palette.
I have a white Hollywood style vanity with crystal handles that I’m putting in there as well. The walls will be white. Any ideas? All help is appreciated 🌸💕
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2024.05.14 01:30 Mizzno [H] Games [W] Cornucopia, Headbangers: Rhythm Royale, art of rally, Games (Listed Below), Steam Gift Cards

N.B.: I'm mainly looking for the games listed in the title and at the bottom of the thread. Feel free to post other offers, but if I haven't responded to your comment(s) by my next posting, I likely wasn't able to find a trade that interested me.
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2024.05.13 20:28 the_running_stache I enjoyed my first-ever trip to Kolkata; highly recommend!

I enjoyed my first-ever trip to Kolkata; highly recommend!
TL;DR: Thanks for having me in your city. I had a great time!
Artwork depicting Kolkata
I had lunch at the original location!
Desserts/mithai
Avartana 9-course tasting menu
Fennel Panna Cotta
I am a Mumbai guy and visited Kolkata for the first-time ever. I visited during the worst possible season when the temperatures were 42-44 degC at their max, but I had a great time.
I was supposed to visit with my friend but she couldn't make it due to some reasons and I ended up having a solo trip. No worries because I love to travel solo. (She informed me well in advance, so it's not like she canceled last minute.)
Stay:
I stayed at the ITC Royal Bengal for 3 nights and chose to spend 1 night at The Oberoi Grand. Why different hotels? Just to experience the hotels and the neighborhoods. Both hotels were great. The hard product (rooms and amenities) was really great at ITC, but the soft product (service) was much better at Oberoi.
Food:
  • I should preface with: I am a vegetarian.
  • I went to 6 Ballygunge Place to try authentic Bengali food and opted for their buffet. I enjoyed it a lot.
  • I also had the 9-course menu at Avartana in ITC Royal Bengal; it was a great experience. I know that having South Indian food in Kolkata is a faux paus - why not have more local food instead? But I wanted to try out that restaurant and it was indeed very good.
  • I had my breakfasts at ITC and Oberoi, so I didn't venture out for that.
  • I enjoyed the street kathi rolls.
  • I had delicious desserts - rasgulla, sandesh, mishti doi, and Tiramisu (I know... there's an imposter in here, but I enjoyed them all).
  • I had good drinks (beers and cocktails) at various bars (and trust me, I tried a lot of them on Park St - Social, Effingut, Olterra, to name a few, at bars in Salt Lake City, and the bars in ITC & Oberoi. Yes, I drank a lot every night that I was there; yes, I know I have a problem. Haha).
Visit:
I wanted to have a relaxing trip and so I didn't go overboard on the sightseeing.
I checked out Prinsep Ghat, Old Kolkata heritage buildings (High Court, Bidhan Sabha, Town Hall, Raj Bhavan, etc.), Howrah Bridge, Vidyasagar Setu, Victoria Memorial, Salt Lake neighborhood, some temples (didn't go to any major ones), Kumartuli, Bara Bazar, College Street, Alipore Museum, Golf Course, etc.
Due to the heat (Mumbai was at 32 degC, whereas Kolkata was at 44 degC), I chose to just do a private caUber ride for most of these places. I had hired a good local guide (who also drove me around) and showed me all the places. I also went to Howrah and saw Nabanna (obviously, from outside).
Traveling around/Transportation:
I chose to fly into and out of Kolkata. I was initially thinking of taking a train, but then looking at the time it would have taken from Mumbai, I chose air travel instead and am very glad about it. Vistara had good on-time service both ways. It set the right tone for the trip.
As I mentioned earlier, I booked a private car for some of the sightseeing and took Ubers around for the most part. I did ride the tram (number 5) from Esplanade to College Street and took the Metro back from Girish Park to Esplanade just to experience it.
Shopping:
I didn't do a lot of shopping, but bought myself a kurta (Panjabi) and dhuti from Adi Akshoy at Triangular Park. I hadn't researched on shopping and the guide directed me here.
I bought a pair of Ray-Ban sunglasses because I was walking past a store and really thought of getting a new pair of sunglasses (while I was wearing another pair of Ray-Bans). Tbh, I could have just bought this in Mumbai, but it was an impulse buy.
And then I bought a lot of books at the airport for my return. Argh! I already have so many at home, but couldn't resist. I should have just headed to the airport lounge directly instead of wasting time in the terminal shopping for books.
Some things worth mentioning:
  • I guess this is the Indian city with the maximum modes of transportation - taxis, auto-rickshaws, 6-people rickshaws, hand-pulled rickshaws, trams, buses, private buses, old Metro, new Metro, ferries, small boats, Ubers, Uber Bike (I don't see this in Mumbai), etc.
  • Salt Lake seems very different from the rest of the city.
  • When the CM moved the CM's office to Nabanna, technically, since the CM sits in the capital city, does that make Howrah the capital city now? I know it's not and it would anger most people here, but just was wondering. My guide had no idea; he kept on insisting that Kolkata is the capital of the state. Haha.
  • I found a lot of similarities in the British architecture in Kolkata and (South) Mumbai, but Kolkata has a red-and-white color scheme going on a lot. I am no expert in Victorian or baroque architecture, so pardon me if there are vast differences in style.
  • I didn't get to visit some major sights like Belur Math or Dakhineswar Temple. I chose to be lazy in the hotels and relax at the swimming pools instead. The afternoon heat made the pools and the air-conditioned bars (cold beers and G&Ts) very inviting. That's ok, I guess.
  • I couldn't find a place for jhaal muri! I got dry jhaal muri at the airport lounge on my way out, but it wasn't the authentic experience I was looking for. Where should I have looked?
  • I loved your aloo dum and luchis.
  • I wanted to get the shakha pola bangles for my mother, but I couldn't find any place. My guide took me to a (gold) jeweler... um, no, that's not the same thing. Where should I have gone? I feel bad that I didn't bring anything back for my mom from the trip :(
Just other some things:
(and I am not trying to look down upon it, but just writing a truthful account of my experience)
  • ITC Royal Bengal was a shitshow on the weekend! It was overcrowded due to the IPL (and some football matches as well) - I saw a lot of foreign and Indian players, but since I don't follow cricket, I couldn't recognize anyone. But everyone in the lobby - me, other guests, including those players - was frustrated because check-in was taking a long time; they made me wait 2+ hours just to check-in! It wasn't just me; most guests were frustrated and this was not expected from ITC. Sunday breakfast was also like a zoo; it was overpacked. Note to self: avoid visiting this hotel on weekends.
  • Oberoi Grand is nice, but the whole aesthetic is very dated. I understand it is a heritage property with grand vanities and beds in teakwood which is supposed to be the ultimate old-school wealth indicating the person comes from wealth, but when compared with the contemporary and modern look at ITC, it felt very dated. Also, if you are staying at the Oberoi, please try to get an inside-facing (pool-facing) room; the view outside is not at all something special you would want to view.
  • Please don't take this the wrong way: There should be more focus on the overall cleanliness by the city municipal corporation. And I say this coming from Mumbai, which I am fully aware is not known for its cleanliness either. But Mumbai seems cleaner. For example, I took a kathi roll somewhere on Park Street and was walking around looking for a dustbin/garbage can to throw the wrapper and my tissue papepaper napkin, but there was none! I walked a few blocks just searching for one. I asked around and people laughed at me. Finally, a paanwala told me - just throw it on the side, there are no dustbins here; a guy comes in the morning and cleans it all - that's not good imho. There were just piles of trash littered on the sides of the streets and foot paths, which is sad. Also, the route from ITC to Oberoi (via Dhapa Road and Debendra Chandra Dey Road) was interesting...
Overall: 5/5 stars
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2024.05.13 14:27 Angel466 [Bob the hobo] A Celestial Wars Spin-Off Part 1011

PART ONE THOUSAND AND ELEVEN
[Previous Chapter] [The Beginning] [Patreon+2]
Sunday
“Daaaaddy!”
Levi groaned, for the shouting whine from his bedside dragged him kicking and screaming out of sleep in a way no other alarm could. Only two other sounds garnered a faster reaction from him: someone vomiting right beside him or his baby girl screaming in either pain or fear.
He opened one eye, wondering if someone had ever made an alarm that sounded like either of those last two. Parents everywhere would never sleep in again, so maybe not.
A blurry red-headed vision was so close that he could smell her morning breath as it tickled his nose. “Heeey,” he yawned, pulling away enough to bring her back into focus. “What’s up, Peaches?”
He didn’t recognise the room they were in. Not even a little bit. He sat up fast and looked around, causing Maddy to let out an ‘eep’ of fright. “Daddy! You made some come out!”
And then the events of the night before came crashing in: the party, the knowledge that his roommate was going to have the kind of company Maddy didn’t need to see, the invitation to stay in Luke’s old room, and Maddy’s late-night escapades after he’d dropped like a rock after doing a double shift to make it to the party.
He saw Maddy’s uncomfortable wiggle-dance and the strained look on her face and remembered he’d locked the door. “Oh!” He flew out of bed, scooping her up in the process. If he ended up getting peed on, it was his own fault for not setting an alarm for his baby girl’s tiny bladder.
He unlocked the door and dove around the corner, willing to go through the shut bathroom door if he had to, but thankfully found the room open and vacant. Then he flipped the toilet lid before depositing her on the ground in front of the toilet. He immediately pivoted away, not because he was embarrassed by her but because Maddy had grown old enough not to like him watching her go to the toilet. She was starting to get antsy about her bath, too, but until she could adequately bathe herself and not merely play with her bath toys the whole time, that was a hard ‘don’t care’ line.
“Do you want to have a bath, baby, or wait until we get home?” he asked, crossing the room to hold the door almost shut to prevent anyone else from seeing her either.
“I don’t got clothes, Daddy,” she answered like he was an idiot.
Word choice aside, the sentiment was true. They’d borrowed the shirt she was wearing from Charlie. “Well, we need to figure something out, Peaches, because you are not leaving this house in only a nightgown and no underwear.” He’d send Charlotte out to buy her some clothes if he had to.
He heard the toilet flush and Maddy move up behind him, and turned long before she could touch him. “Three guesses what I didn’t hear, young lady?” he asked with a paternal frown. He pointed at the vanity when she looked up at him without a clue.
“But I can’t reach!”
“Then what are you supposed to do?”
Her shoulders slumped. “Daddy, c’n you help?”
He then smiled. “Better.” He put a hand on top of her head and spun her towards the vanity before guiding her forward. After they crossed the room, he loosened the faucet without turning it on and curled his hands around her waist, lifting her high enough that she could lean over the sink. She washed her hands, rinsing them thoroughly, then scooped the water and let it fall over the faucet before turning it off. Not that water alone would wash away the ‘germs’ of the initial contact, but the sentiment was there. Her mother had been a nurse, after all.
“Is Mister Larry still here?”
“I don’t know, baby. But how about we go and see if we can track down either Aunty Charlotte or Robbie and figure out where we’re at, okay?”
“We’re in Uncle Luke’s and Aunty Charlotte’s home,” she said, again like he was an idiot.
That had been a rather stupid thing to say to a three-and-a-half-year-old. “Alright, Miss Smarty-pants. And what are we going to eat for breakfast in Uncle Luke and Aunty Charlotte’s home if we can’t find them to ask them, hmm?”
“Food, silly.”
Clearly, he was going to have to up his game in parental rhetorical questions. Gone were the days when she’d take him at his word, and she was only three. Thirteen was going to be fun. “Right,” he muttered, shaking his head as he opened the door and stepped out into the hallway.
While holding Maddy’s hand, he peeked in the open door across the hall from the bathroom and saw a very plain bedroom in terms of the rest of the apartment’s décor. At first, he’d thought it was a guest room until he remembered the teenage kid Robbie had recently adopted. This was probably his room.
He’d seen Charlotte and Robbie’s room the day they moved Charlotte in here, so a quick glance to confirm the room was empty was all he needed on that score. That left two doors on the right. And since both were close together, with the one on the left barely a couple of feet from the other and the front wall separating the living room, Levi was willing to assume the second one was a half-bath or a powder room or something. He went to the second door and knocked.
“Yeah?” Mason called from inside.
Levi opened the door and poked his head inside. “Hey, you wouldn’t by any chance happen to know where Robbie or Charlotte are, would you?”
Mason was at his desk, drowning in paperwork, it seemed. “Robbie, no,” he said, shaking his head. "As for Charlie, I’d try her office next door, between us and Boyd’s studio. She has a massive garage refit happening soon, so last I checked, she was in there getting things ready.”
The emphasis on his sister’s preferred name wasn’t lost on him. A sharp, jarring motion to his right caught his eye, and he saw something that really belonged in a space program somewhere.
“What the hell is that?” he demanded, ducking down low enough to see Robbie’s adoptee with his eyes glued on whatever was going on overhead and his fingers typing in a blur of speed.
“Naughty word, Daddy!”
Mason snickered at Levi’s slow blink. “It’s a gaming system courtesy of Robbie’s family. The damn thing is very addictive, though, and I haven’t told Brock that there’s a screen you pull down from inside the headset to cover your eyes that takes the game into 3D playing.”
Levi whistled. “I don’t even want to know how much that costs.”
“I know, and this Sectra table here is up there too,” Mason agreed, gesturing at the electronic display beside him. “But it certainly makes learning a lot more fun.” He tilted his head forward. “Isn’t that right, bunny?”
Bunny?
Maddy leaned into Levi’s leg, but she was grinning ear to ear when she nodded. “I wanna be a vert when I grow up,” she declared, looking up at him.
“Vet, baby,” Mason corrected. “We’re vets. Sounds like “bet’ and ‘get’ and ‘set’.”
“Vet,” Maddy repeated.
“There ya’ go. Step one is getting the name right.” He glanced up at Levi, his cheeky grin on full display. “Step two is getting Daddy to save up for the rest of his life to pay for the classes.”
“I hate you,” Levi whisper-smirked, and Mason pursed his lips in a cocky air-kiss.
Still shaking his head, Levi waved at Mason and left the room, leading Maddy through the kitchen and living room and into the hallway outside. For so many years, his baby brother and their friends had crushed themselves into that ninth-floor horror show, and no amount of pleading from everyone would budge Luke. Not pressure from their parents nor peer guilt from his brothers, who refused to bring their families over to the cramped space.
Charlo—Charlie was the only one who visited regularly, and at the time, he’d put it down to her being skinny, single with no kids, so she could squeeze into whatever gap she found. He knew who she was really visiting now, and Robbie had better be ready for the mother of all guilt trips coming from the family to make an honest woman of their sister. Nascerdios descended or not, he’d be a dead man if he broke her heart.
Thinking about his little brother’s relationship with all these men, it was like Luke knew the payoff was just around the corner. People like them didn’t live like this.
Well, Maverick kind of did, but he’d worked hard for what he had and could rattle off his list of sporting injuries to prove it. Robbie and Sam had simply taken a running dive off the world’s highest diving platform and landed in the kind of wealth the rich and shameless could only dream about.
Luke—Lucas was lucky in a different way. Yes, his friendship with Robbie and Sam had certainly opened the right doors financially, but what Levi had seen of Boyd’s work yesterday, the big guy was well on his way to becoming his own type of rich; much like Mav did for his family. And like Marley, Lu—ucas wouldn’t have to work a day again in his life if he didn’t want to. (Though he had just made detective and loved his job, so Levi couldn’t see him quitting anytime soon.)
He knocked on the closed door. “Come in,” Charlie called, proving Mason right. And like Mason, she was sitting behind a desk covered in paperwork with a phone cradled against her shoulder.
“Aunty Charlotte, we’re hungry!” Maddy declared, and Levi closed his eyes to hide from his sister’s evil chuckle.
“Well, we can’t have that, sweetie,” she said, and he heard the phone click as it was dropped onto the receiver. "Daddy gets very grumpy when he’s hungry.”
“It’s not the only reason he gets cranky,” he said, opening one eye a slit to give his baby sister the stink eye.
Charlie cackled and slid out from behind her desk. “C’mon. Robbie has your breakfast all ready for you in Voila.”
“We didn’t want to start going through things and guessing what we could eat,” Levi explained as they backtracked to the main apartment.
“That’s fine. Grab a seat—any seat,” she said, gesturing to the line of kitchen barstool chairs as she moved through the living room. She headed around the island and over to the box under the window without checking if they had.
Levi wasn’t thrilled about the height of the barstool chairs off the floor. “Do you have a belt or something I could use to tie Maddy in?”
Charlie swung around to him. “Oh! Oh, yeah! Hold on.” She slipped around the island and down her side of the apartment, coming back from her room with the kind of square booster seats that could be found in a restaurant. “Robbie ducked out and got this for her this morning.”
Levi scratched his head as the booster was attached to the second chair along the front of the island. “Where’d he get that from at this hour?”
Charlie looked at him derisively. “This is Robbie, bro. You know he’s got connections all over the place.”
It killed Levi not to ask for more details, but given it was probably either connected to the Nascerdios or, more likely, a wealthy former client in the city that still looked favourably upon Robbie, he hadn’t wanted Maddy to overhear the specifics of the latter. Too many times, his little girl had asked Robbie about different ‘gifts’ he’d been given by clients and how she had wanted to do whatever he did to get presents like that. ‘Over my dead body’ had been his mental declaration.
Maddy was pulling on his boxers. “Up, Daddy,” she said, holding her hands over her head for him.
Levi lifted her into the seat, and then buckled her in. In the meantime, Charlie went back to that wooden box, lifting the lid. “Robbie has this gift with food, so assume everything in the place is for you to eat, because it probably is.”
“Not everything,” Levi countered at Maddy’s wild squeal of delight. He gave her hand a firm squeeze. “Do not take anything without asking, young lady, or you’ll be in big trouble.”
“But Daddy…”
“It’s Daddy’s call, Maddy,” Charlie said, backing his play. She turned, holding a plate with two fist-sized Minnie Mouse-shaped waffles (the bow between the ears made it Minnie) with some type of white marshmallow fluff spread across them and a honey drizzle that drew perfect facial features on each. “Here’s breakfast for one cute-as-a-button Dobson,” she said with a flourish, sliding the plate in front of Maddy and pulling out a children’s stubby fork from the cutlery drawer.
“It’ll have to be cut u—” The words died in Levi’s throat as Maddy stabbed the nearest piece, and it broke into a small, bite-sized piece that Maddy happily popped into her mouth.
“Imma bi’ ’irl,” she said, in and around her food.
Levi tapped her nose. “Big girls don’t talk with their mouths full, Peaches.”
When he glanced at Charlie, she’d gone back to the box and returned with a dinner plate of fluffy scrambled eggs on two pieces of toast with cheese and bacon, and three sausages cut almost in half longways on the side. She nodded at the seat beside Maddy, then slid the plate into the empty spot at the end. “Siddown, bro.”
He might have whimpered a little on the first bite as Charlie went and poured them both a glass (technically, Maddy got a plastic tumbler) of citrus juice (not orange), leaving the jug on the bench between them. “Help yourselves to as much juice as you want. Even if you wipe this whole jug out, there's plenty more.”
“This is really awesome, Charlie. Thanks.”
Charlie placed her hand on her brother’s shoulder as she moved around the island into the hallway. “Anytime, Levi. But now I’ve gotta love you and leave you. There’s a mountain of work to get through in my office, so are you good here?”
“Totally. Thanks again, sis.”
As she walked out the door, Maddy held out a piece of her waffle to him. “Try?”
Waffles were usually too sweet for his blood, but this was the game he’d set up with her a long time ago to make her at least attempt to eat new foods. He couldn’t very well expect her to eat what he wanted her to if, now and again, he didn’t reciprocate the motion.
The honey and marshmallow whip (which tasted nothing like the jar-bought type) melted into the perfectly heated/not-too-hot waffle, giving it a sweet crunch as if it had just come out of the waffle iron. His surprise must have been written all over his face, for Maddy giggled, and he grinned. “That’s yummy.”
“Mmmm-hmmm,” she hummed, just as he always had when a new food passed the initial taste test.
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((All comments welcome. Good or bad, I’d love to hear your thoughts 🥰🤗))
I made a family tree/diagram of the Mystallian family that can be found here
For more of my work, including WPs: Angel466 or an index of previous WPS here.
FULL INDEX OF BOB THE HOBO TO DATE CAN BE FOUND HERE!!
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2024.05.13 12:11 whxle_d Pedestal sink to hanging Vanity DIY

Pedestal sink to hanging Vanity DIY
Hi Hi. Not a fan of pedestal sinks and I’d like to change this to a floating vanity/basin (Please see images 2 and 3). No DIY experience with sinks or plumbing. Would it be advisable to get a plumber for this or would it be something I’d be able to do with appropriate video tutorials? I learn fast enough and as long as it’s not something I have to break a wall down for or mess with electricity I’m usually good enough. Thank you.
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2024.05.13 03:19 Realistic_Ad6506 Facelift for a bathroom

Suggestions on how to give this bathroom a facelift? The tile, tub, and vanity need to stay. I’m struggling with finding a color palette that goes well with this peachy beige colored tile. I’ve tried paint samples in light grey and different shades of taupe, and an off white. The rest of the home is a bohemian MCM ish vibe.
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2024.05.12 21:37 Pipparina Stains on vanity top

Stains on vanity top
I’ve tried Barkeepers friend, Magic Eraser, vinegabaking soda, and Oxiclean detergent. Nothing will take them out of my white engineered stone vanity top
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2024.05.12 20:51 PnutCrakr Goyard Chanel Dior Rehome - US

Goyard Chanel Dior Rehome - US
1. Goyard boheme hobo tote bag - never used from white factory $200
2. White Chanel Caviar Classic flap with light gold hardware - high tier, made of haas leather from CD factory - $450
3. Dior Medium Vanity basket - Prisitne condition. Can fit a lot. Quality materials. Plush leather; straw is coated to prevent stains & provide water resistance. $210
4. Chanel top handle vanity bag with light gold hardware - gently used condition. I usually wrap the chain around the handle and hold it like a box. Super cute and receive lots of compliments! $230
5. Chanel white lambskin bucket bag with aged gold hardware - used once, no signs of wear. $210
Prices include shipping
Payment : PayPal G&S or Venmo (-$10)
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2024.05.12 18:25 darrylthedudeWayne How would you rework Wish into an alternate version of Frozen 2?

Welcome to another installment of "Ol Switcharoo", a series of post where I ask you take a pre-existing movie and turn it into something else. Whether, it be making it into a sequel to another separate pre-existing film, or turning it into a different genre. The first installment of this was a few days ago, where I asked people to turn Spiderman: Far From Home into a plot for the Amazing Spiderman 3, which I'll leave a link to here: https://www.reddit.com/fixingmovies/s/VLfWlBiQvB
Wish is Disney centennial celebration film, or, well, it was suppose to be. Simultaneously, Frozen had its 10th anniversary on Disney's centennial celebration year. So, it got me to thinking, What If Frozen 2 was the centennial film instead? So today, I wanted to ask, how would you rework Wish, into an alternate version if Frozen 2? And yes, we'll just say it took them 10 years to make the sequel for....reasons.
First, a few Ground rules:
  1. It still has to be a Centennial Celebration film celebrating Disney's 100 years of Wonder. Which can still work in this case, due to Disney trying to push Frozen as there next big cash cow, that and Frozen (for some reason) is extremely popular, so it still works. Now obviously, it can't be set chronologically before all Disney films, because that wouldn't work (and, honestly, it didn't really work in the actual film we got either) but there still needs to be Easter eggs and callbacks to past Disney films.
  2. While you can make rewrite certain aspects of Wish (as Wish is honestly not a good movie, and definitely needed another rewrite, so here, despite clearly not being a proper rewrite/fix of Wish, I will allow. So yes, if you want Starboy and Villain Couple, you can) the general premise and themes of Wish have to remain intact, it obviously can't be the exact same, but the overall skeleton has to be intact. However, since this is being reworked into a alternate Frozen sequel, Elsa and co. Have to be organically and naturally interwoven into it while still keeping Elsas main arc/character Journey of Self-discovery intact (but you can improve aspects of it if you want, same with especially Anna and Kristoffs roles).
  3. No stupid Green Spell Book. Magnifico can be evil without it.
  4. Asha still has to have a major role, since I don't want to just take away all the things Asha did in the movie and give them to Anna and Elsa. Not to mention, I want to avoid the White Saviour trope as much as humanly possible, so Asha still needs to have a big (or big enough) role.
  5. The songs from Wish have to remain, but at least two songs from the Frozen 2 we got have to be in there. Also, you have to include "Wish Worth Making" into the actual film in some way.
  6. No Northuldra, or Spirits, or 5th Spirit nonsense, or Dams, Poisons, and themes of Colonization. Since I don't think any of that would work in this version. You still have to get a origin/explanation for Elsas powers but you got to tie it into the wishes in some way. Basically swapping out Frozen 2s supporting cast (like the Northuldra and the soldiers and spirits) with Wish supporting cast. Obviously it be more then just that, but still. And it goes without saying, instead of Atohallan and the Enchanted Forest, it's the kingdom of Rosas.
  7. Either Anna and Elsas mom or dad has to be from Rosa's, or have ties to it in some other way.
  8. And finally, it still has to end with the sisters separated. You don't have to have Elsa advocate the throne if you don't want, you can do a reversal actually, like Fanscription did. But they have to be separated at the end of the movie for whatever reason.
Now before anyone says it, NO, this is not meant to try and improve the movie. Intact there are a million better ways to improve Wish then turning it into a Frozen sequel (though if your wondering how i would ACTUALLY rewrite Wish? Well, im actually currently planning/working on my own rewrite called "Starlight: The City of Dreams and Wishes" so just stay tuned for that), this is also not really a rewrite of Frozen 2 either (for the same reasons as why this is not a proper Wish rewrite, though i did do a proper rewrite of Frozen 2 already if you want to check it out), much like the FFH/TASM 3 post, this is just a simple fun brain exercise, to see if either film would still work, if reworked into something different. Or in this case, if two films would work slightly better, via being reworked into one film.
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2024.05.12 18:12 1993xdesigns Subie fest

Subie fest
This guy is the only ascent in the enthusiasts page for subie fest! Sweet ride! Check out the mods and his page. Just thought the page would appreciate it! 2019 Subaru Ascent Touring! Engine:
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Suspenion & Wheels
Eibach pro kit lift springs (5) Volk Racing TE37 Ultra 20x8.5 +36 (5) Toyo Tires open country AT3 265/50/20 2018+ Subaru WRX STI 6 pot calipers 2018+ Subaru WRX STI Project Mu B-Spec brake pads Chasing Js titanium lug nuts with locks
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2024.05.12 16:18 RainbowAaria [TOMT] [music] Kpop music video featuring a girl dancing in a beauty salon and a girl smearing her lipstick in a mirror

I saw it in a Kpop themed Korean barbecue place and the music video was really eye catching. I think there were 4 or 5 different girls who were featured in the video and singing. One of them was dressed in a white shirt/pant combo and dancing in a closed beauty salon in the dark and she had white sunglasses on at one point. One of them was looking in a beauty vanity and smeared her red lipstick while doing so. At one point two of them were eating a pancake breakfast or something like that in a booth at a diner or somewhere similar.
I wish I could remember more, but any suggestions would be helpful!
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2024.05.12 15:11 whowant_lizagna Need a lumberjack to do work on my desk

Need a lumberjack to do work on my desk
I’m building a vanity with some shit I got from ikea. I need a lumberjack or woodsman idk what they are called to take it from this drab white to a nice natural wood/light oak color.
Does anyone know someone who could do this?
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2024.05.12 01:27 Pipparina Stains on vanity top

Stains on vanity top
I have a white engineered stone vanity top that is stained. I think there must be rust in my water cause can’t figure out what else could be making these stains. I’ve tried: Barkeepers Friend, Clorox whitening detergent, Magic Eraser, and a vinegabaking soda mixture. Not sure what else I can try
The description says engineered stone. It’s pure white, not a quartz or anything like that
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2024.05.12 00:01 Pipparina Stains on vanity top

I have a white engineered stone vanity top. I think my water may be rusty because I have brown stains. I’ve tried Barkeepers Friend, Magic Eraser, Clorox detergent, and basking soda with vinegar. Nothing takes them out. Any other suggestions? And what can I seal it with so this doesn’t happen again?
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2024.05.11 21:19 Eastern_Camera_2222 I can't shake the feeling that I have nothing to live for.

I realized that the reason my ex hurt me so badly is that I saw her as a salvation. Beta, low T, whatever, sure.
I did everything for her, baked, cooked, cleaned, adopted her cats, bought her a bike, a Stata license, tried to teach her how to drive, learned how to cook and bake cakes, drove her all over, helped with her personal debt, proofread and edited her papers, helped her read theorists she didn't understand, always took her to get ice cream or walk around the cattle fields whenever she wanted, bought her every book she wanted.
She was my only friend for years, I took a chance and moved across the continent with her, and then she began abusing me in any way possible: financially, ran up a ton of credit card and loan debt, emotionally, wouldn't let me make new friends, cut me off from my old friends, started fights with my department cohort, accused me of cheating constantly, get drunk and hit me, called me a fag, gay, ugly, barely a man, more than a few times told me to "just transition, you look like an infant anyway, it'll be no loss," called me a colonizer, shitty white man, mediocre white man, once tried slitting my throat and screaming that Marx wanted the subalterns to kill the parasites, meaning whites, meaning me, told me to kill myself every time I accomplished something and that everyone would be relieved, take my phone and call my family racist over text and instagram then delete the messages, install Tinder randomly and swipe in front of my face, have me drive her to Topeka or Kansas City then get angry when I would ask if we could hang out closer.
Now I'm back home and I truly feel like I have nothing to live for.
Other than a hookup or two I haven't tried dating. I go lift and I feel like it's all vanity. I read a book and then I cry that I don't have any friends or children to talk about it with, I look at my body and I see a freak, I shoot myself with the meds I now depend on and feel like a monster that should have been thrown off of the cliffs of Taygetus, I write patches and maintain some software projects as a hobby and that feels futile and vapid, I ask my brother and sisters to hang out and they make plans without me because "I" called them racist from across the country for four years (btw now I know why they refused to visit even though I called up every month for them to come visit). I think about becoming a bitter old man in my 50's and wonder if I even want to know how bad things can get.
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2024.05.11 19:29 Scott_Savino My Twin Disappeared After Reading A Book Called "The Legend of Mermaid's Roost"

We look the same and we always have but we couldn’t be more different from each other. I think that’s the best place to start with this. Some identical twins have a lot in common. They like the same foods, the same things on television, some even spend their entire lives dressing in the same clothes, but we were never those girls. For as long as I remember, it’s been hard for even our own parents to tell us apart were it not for our very different personalities. Our own mother can’t tell the difference between our voices over the phone to this day. We even have the same laugh, but after that we diverge. I’m extroverted and would much rather be outdoors than inside where she is bookish and reserved. As far as personality traits go, Lily and I have always shared very few.
We both have our father’s nose and our mother’s heart shaped face and her high cheekbones. The same raven-black hair falls in waves past both of our shoulders and the same emerald green, almond shaped eyes sparkle with hidden flecks of gold that you can only see if you take a look up close.
Still, there’s a connection between us that can’t be explained. We just feel it. Know it’s there. It’s a thing with identical twins no matter how truly different they really are. Some say it’s a sort of telepathy, if you believe in that sort of thing.
That’s the reason I knew something was wrong before I had proof. I knew when I woke up in the morning that something was happening and that it was big. I even knew when I finally got up the nerve to send her a text, she would reply this time; not right away–but this time–she would. She hadn't been replying to me at all lately, no matter how often I sent her messages. Something was different now. I'd hear back from her but it would be at least a week–possibly a few days more before I did. Sending this text was different. Something I could feel in my bones told me she'd finally tell me what was going on with her. Where had she been? In my heart, I knew the lack of communication over the past several months wasn’t something she had chosen. Somehow I knew she wanted to talk to me but for some reason she couldn’t and that was a very strange and unnerving feeling for a twin to have. In the past, before Lily’s recent radio-silence, she and I had rarely gone for more than a day or two without checking in. In the past year that had suddenly changed and I had no logical explanation for it.
This particular morning, a feeling of unease is everywhere around me and even somehow inside me. I feel it in bed before I even open my eyes. Like an itch you can’t scratch because you know it will just make the rash worse and trying to ignore it altogether will drive you mad. The worst part about the itch was knowing that after months of nothing, I would finally hear back from Lily. It was time. She was ready to talk. I knew it. I don't know how–I just did. Somehow after months of unanswered messages, my next text would finally garner a response and knowing that made me jittery. The itch was made worse by the inexplicable knowledge that the response was going to take days. At least I would get it, but I'd have to wait for it for days. If she hadn't replied to me in months, why should that make me feel so uneasy? I couldn't say. The whole prospect of this scenario made me nervous but I told myself I would send the message right after breakfast because my sister needed me to send it and she needed me to send it today. It was important that I reached out to her this morning.
Whatever happened is bothering me so much that I burn the pancakes and have to start them over three different times.
“Vibes are off today, Emily,” my wife Jasmine begins. She sits patiently waiting for me to serve her a plate of good ones, pancakes that aren’t burnt, at the table in our kitchenette, “I just changed that bag last night you know, and if you keep doing that I’ll have to take it out again before we even get to eat. What’s up with you?”
“Not me,” I reply, “it’s Lily. Something’s up with Lilly.”
“Oh? You finally hear back from her? What’s going on?”
“That’s just it. I haven't heard anything in months but that's definitely about to change. I don’t know. It’s just a feeling, babe. Hard to explain,” I say.
“A twin thing?” She asks.
“Exactly. It’s twintuition. It’s like–”
“–Intuition,” she finishes for me, “I get it. Did you try calling her or texting her yet?” Jasmine asks.
“No, but it’s because I’m afraid she won’t answer right away and I don’t want to have that fear be real.” I admit. “That’s weird isn’t it?”
“Very,” she says getting up from the table. She picks my phone up from the counter and grabs me by the waist, moving me away from the stove and spinning me around. She pecks a small kiss on my lips and lifts one of my hands, placing the phone into it. She gives me a little shove toward the kitchenette table and pulls out the chair for me.
“You’re going to sit here and write a text to your sister and I’m going to finish making breakfast.” She tells me.
I sit here looking at my phone for a while, unsure of how to start. Finally I type:
Anything wrong? Worried about you.
And I hit send.
_____________________________
Eight days pass before Lily texts me back and it’s a flood of texts in the morning from an unknown number. One after the other.
Sorry I didn’t get back to you right away. You were right about Eric. I didn’t tell you a lot because I thought you’d be ashamed of me. Or mad. You’ve always been so much stronger than I am.
I packed and left the night you text me. I was afraid to reply because I thought he might be able to read it somehow. He definitely was tracking the phone so I left it at the bus station that morning.
It took me a few days to get set up, but I’m in Echo Bay now and this is my new number. Just got one of those burner phones from Walmart. It’s nothing special but that’s on purpose.
I’m staying in a bungalow on the beach. Very cute. Just a few miles from you and Jasmine, actually. It’s nothing permanent, just an AirB&B. I figured coming here would be safest for now to figure out what to do next.
I never told him where you were and he’ll try to find me if he can. He’ll follow me to the end of the Earth. I should have told you about him. The whole truth. Now I finally can. If you’re not busy, come by today and I’ll tell you the whole story.
The last text she sends puts tears in my eyes and I call her right after I read it and we make plans…
I’m pretty sure if I stayed he’d have killed me sooner or later. Probably sooner.
I meet Lily for lunch at her bungalow in the afternoon and she’s right, it’s very cute. She, on the other hand, looks like a mess and I find myself both irate and awestruck. I don't understand how the bruises haven’t fully healed or even begun to heal a little. That bastard really did a number on her. It's eight days later and her face and skin is purple and green with bruises in so many places–appearing to be so fresh that you'd think she'd been at the bottom of a three-car pile up just the night before.
“He wasn’t always like this, you know,” she tells me, “in the beginning he was really charming…it took a long time to figure out that person wasn’t real.”
She doesn’t eat much, mostly just moves the food around on her plate with her fork. She goes quiet and drifts away from the conversation a lot which is strange for me because she was always the one with more focus. I’m the daydreamer. She’s the grounded one. That’s how we’ve always been. A few times while she’s sitting silently, she begins to cry. When I hold her hand, it turns into a wailing sob and I reassure her that none of this is her fault. That this sort of thing happens to a lot of women. That they feel trapped and never try to get out. Never try to escape. They don’t make it out. I reassure her that she’s still strong because she saw what was happening and she did something about it. She left. I reassure her quietly that although it shouldn’t be this way, that it shouldn’t happen, this still happens to lots of women anyway. She’s not alone. She escaped it. She’s a survivor.
“We can help find you a lawyer if you want,” I offer at one point, “we have money saved. We can pay for it,” and she immediately shuts the idea down.
“No. I’m not doing that,” she says adamantly, “I just want to be done with it. I came here to heal. I don’t know if I’m staying or not yet…”
She pauses for a moment and then adds: “I just need some time to figure out where I’m supposed to be.”
“But if you let him get away with it, he could do this to someone else,” I say, “you do realize that right? You need to do something. He needs to pay for this.”
“He does need to, but what if he gets away with it?” she asks, “what if I report all of it and he sits trial for it…and what if he gets off? I can't take that chance. It isn't worth the consequences of it. What if I don't win?”
“What if you do?” I ask her. She gets really quiet then, “promise me you’ll think about it.”
“I will,” she says and it’s almost a whisper, “I just need some time. I made it away and I’m safe. I don’t know if I want him to know where I am. If I do this then he knows I’m here and when he does, if I lose, he will kill me. You understand that don’t you? He will kill me. That man operates on some sort of twisted revenge. He won't even consider what would follow once he's gotten it. He'll just think about getting even with me.”
“Jail isn't a deterrent when you're dealing with a human grenade. He'll only want to explode–to destroy. He won't worry about what happens to him after that. He doesn't work that way.” She says.
She doesn’t want to let me take pictures of her bruises but I insist on it and somehow actually win that argument. She tells me she’s been trying not to even look in mirrors right now. She doesn’t want pictures of her looking like this on her brand new phone because what if she decides to take a picture of something beautiful, like a sunset, and she opens the camera and the photo gallery is right there and she has to look at this instead. I tell her that she’s still beautiful no matter what happened to her. All that matters is what happens next. So I take the pictures for her with my phone. She takes off her shirt and there are more bruises everywhere underneath and we take pictures of those too.
I manage to keep my own feelings bottled up for the entire afternoon until she takes her shirt off and now before I realize I’m doing it, I’m crying also.
“Shhh,” she whispers, “you can’t cry. You’re the strong one.”
I shake my head and tell her that we’re both strong and then we’re both sobbing and she presses her face against my chest and I press my head onto the top of hers until she steps away from me and tells me that I have to stop crying on her because I’m getting snot in her hair. We both laugh.
It’s not funny. Nothing about this afternoon has been, but we both laugh anyway and our laughs still sound the same.
I spend the entire day with her and as the sun goes down we leave her bungalow and take a walk along the beach.
“So, can I ask how you ended up falling for this guy? Identical or not we clearly operate on different wavelengths romantically and I just don't understand.” I say, and then add: “forgive me if that's too personal.”
“No. It isn't.” She begins, “and if only we operated on the same wavelength or even similar ones. I thought about you a lot in the past few years. Thought that if only I was a big old lezzie–like you, if I'd just went for girls, none of this would've ever happened.”
“Don't be so sure. Domestic abuse doesn't have a gender. There's shitty, abusive partners in queer relationships too.” I tell her.
“Well, regardless, I've actually asked myself the same question about a hundred times in the last week. What drew me to him and where and when did things change–you know? When did he go from the ideal boyfriend to an absolute monster?”
She tells me that when she met this bastard, Eric Warminster, it was like something out of a movie, and her story begins that way too–like a cheesy rom-com–so corny it sounds fake…I almost tell her how much I hate romantic comedies, I almost tell her to give me some horror flick any day of the week. I think better of it just before I do and don't say the thought aloud. She never went for horror, even when we were girls–and that's what she ended up with despite her aversion to it. That was what her life had become.
She tells me they were both in the produce section of the grocery, neither of them paying too much attention–he on the phone and she looking over her shopping list. They both reached for a pineapple–the last pineapple in the crate. He asks her what she plans to do with it if he lets her have it and she tells him she's just going to cut it up and eat it. He tells her he’s making a pineapple-upsidedown cake with it.
“I've never had that.” She tells him honestly; matter-of-factly and he invites her over to his place later that night to be the judge of whether or not his recipe is any good. Normally, she tells me, she'd never have done something like that. She tells me that she's not the type to just go to a strange man's place on a whim…but he was good looking and had a charming way about him. She fondly describes his smile. It’s out of character and she can't say exactly what makes her drop her guard and give this man her number, but she does…
And the dinner he cooks for her as well as the cake he makes are both excellent.
“That wasn't the only cake he made for me. One day when we were still getting to know each other he asked me a load of questions. What's my favorite color? Favorite flower? That sort of thing. Remember that movie ‘Steel Magnolias?’ I told him that was my favorite movie. He says he's never seen it. Not a week later, he tells me he watched it and asks me to come by after work. Says he's got a surprise for me...” She says.
“No fuckin way.” I said, interrupting her. I told you rom-coms aren't really my thing, but I'd known that was Lily's favorite since we were in middle school. Of course I'd suffered through it and we'd watched it together…her with a tissue pressed against her eyes and me rolling mine.
“He made the Armadillo Cake?” I ask, “you mean to tell me he watched the movie just because you mentioned it and then he made the cake?”
Lily smiles briefly at the recollection and nods.
“He was very romantic…in the beginning.” She tells me.
Eric does all sorts of things to win Lily's heart: he'd make her breakfast in bed, take her on picnics. She tells me he would even sit there calmly while she complained about her co-workers and instead of trying to fix the problem or offer his advice, by the end of the conversation he'd have found a reason to hate the people she said she hated in her story and have his own complaints about them too. According to Lily, he was perfect…and then shortly after she moved in with him, things started to change and they changed fast.
Little things at first…she accidentally buys the wrong type of cereal at the store and is met with: “Frosted Flakes? Really? Not Frosted Flakes! Mini Wheats! Are you stupid or something? Frosted Mini Wheats! How hard is that for your useless, stupid brain to remember?”
She tells me that once she folded the towels the way our mother always had when we were growing up. He didn't fold them that way so he calls her into the bathroom, throws open the linen closet and proceeds to yank each one of them out one by one, unfolding them with a flick of his wrist before smooshing them into balls and leaving them in a heap on the floor.
“Do it the fuckin right away the first time, or do it again, moron.” He shouts at her before storming out of the room.
“He told me all my friends were toxic next. I didn't have any friends except my coworkers so he told me he didn't want me working anymore. Most women would kill to be homemakers. Do the dishes. Spend the afternoon watching soap operas. He put me on an allowance and I couldn't buy anything without telling him I was buying it.” She says. “He told me you were toxic too. Said you didn't love me and the way he said it…how he explained it, it was so convincing. That’s the reason I stopped returning your calls.” After she says this, she begins to cry quietly.
He tells her if she tries to reach me or any other of her so-called “toxic” family, and he finds out, he'll sell the car he bought her and they'd start having everything–all the shopping and groceries–delivered. She becomes afraid if she lets anyone know what’s happening she’ll lose what little freedom he grants her and she'll be trapped in their house for good…trapped there with him for good.
There are a few other anecdotes just like those ones in her story and I find myself getting more and more angry as she recounts all of this to me. Then it hits me: each story is just another small escalation. I'm so mad I could run this man down with my car, then get out and curb-stomp his head before setting him on fire.
I can feel the desire to do that just from what she tells me up to this point…
She still hasn't gotten to the day he begins to put his hands on her and my blood is already boiling.
She gets quiet for a long time and we just walk. I reach out and take her hand, and when I do she puts the thoughts that I was having just a moment earlier into words:
“I can sense how mad you are. I haven't even told you about the first time he hit me.” She says.
“You can keep talking about it, but you don't have to if you don't want to.” I say.
“I don't want to, but I'm going to anyway. I'm ashamed.”
“You shouldn't be. None of this was your fault.” I tell her.
“I know. I am anyway.” She continues, “I feel like I need to tell you. I have to tell someone. I haven't talked about any of this. It's poison and I want it out.”
The first time he hits her, it’s a punch in the face. He doesn't even start off with a slap or something. He'd never hit her before and the first time he does, it's a closed fist. She isn't expecting it to happen. The reason he claims he did it afterward is that she'd overcooked his pork chop. They finish eating and as she collected his plate she askes him how it was. He says it was chewy and then out of nowhere he punches her in the eye.
After he discovers he can get away with something like that, it starts happening all the time…
He throws her against a wall for forgetting to charge his phone for him. She'd forgotten somewhere that she was responsible for every small thing when it came to keeping the household running–even things that she'd never been asked to do. Things as small as putting his phone on the charger for him so he wouldn't have to do it himself.
He didn't want a girlfriend or a partner…he wanted a slave.
If he was leaving for work and she couldn't tell him where his keys were, he'd choke her so roughly and long that her vision would go white–then black–only to stop moments before she was about to pass out.
She’d forget who she was dealing with and speak out of turn and he'd take her by a fist-full of hair and drag her into their guest room where he'd installed a padlock she hadn't noticed before. He'd lock her inside and leave her there for a full day–sometimes two–without anything to eat or drink.
He'd tell her how lucky she was to be so well kept.
He'd tell her that the first time she ever tried to leave him would be the last time she tried that because dead women can't leave anyone–ever.
The awful stories pour out of her. Sometimes slowly like the tears that well in the corner of her eyes, growing like drops at the tip of a leaky tap until big enough to fall… Sometimes in a deluge of rolling sobs as a powerful wave like a wall of water from a burst dam. I don't interrupt her. I don't know what to say so I only listen. I know my sister. She doesn't want me to say anything because nothing I could say would take away the pain of any of this for her.
Eventually the emotions and stories are all spent and she grows silent. When she speaks again, it's to change the subject.
“What’s that out there?” She asks, pointing out at a spot in the water. The sun has nearly set and the only thing we can see is a great dark space on the horizon. The place where I live is old and still has a working lighthouse; it’s more for nostalgia than anything else now. As if on queue, the light sweeps across the darkness revealing a large, not so distant island that mostly exists as an outcropping of rocks.
“The locals call it Mermaid’s Roost,” I tell her, “lots of the old-timers, the superstitious ones, say that’s where the sirens live.”
She smiles at that. I realize it’s the first time I’ve seen her smile all day and it’s an incredible feeling. It’s too soon to call it healing but it’s the beginning of something like it and I can feel it radiating from her. It feels warm. She lifts her phone and opens the camera.
“It’s gonna be my first picture in my new phone,” she says, “I was waiting for something beautiful. I wanted the first one I took to be something beautiful.”
“The Roost is why they put the old lighthouse here in the first place. Supposedly there’s dozens of old ships that sank out there,” I tell her.
“They heard the sirens singing and rammed their ships against the rocks to be closer to them.” Lily says, “The legend is that they’re still out there and you can still hear them if they want you to. If they want you to come out to them…when men hear them from the water it’s because they want to smash the ships. When they hear them from the shore it’s always a trick; a call to swim out to them. Most don’t make it. There's an awful undertow. They drown. If they do make it that far, the sirens just kill them and eat them. They’re not actually mermaids at all but birds with the heads of women. Weird right? They’re from Greek mythology, you know. Surprising anyone believes anything like that out here.”
“That’s right,” I say, struggling to hide my surprise, “but how do you know all that? You just got here.”
“There’s a book about it at the house,” she explains, “I didn't just get here. I’ve been here for about three days. I’ve read the whole thing twice. Didn’t realize it was a local thing. That explains two things…why it was in the house to begin with, but also why it wasn’t written very well. I thought it’s probably self-published or a vanity press sort of thing,” She shrugs and says, “I didn’t realize why it was at the house until now. I like it anyway. It’s just about the only thing there is to read in there.”
I’m flabbergasted, “Three days? You got here and waited three days to text me?” I heard the rest of what she said but that’s the only thing that registers.
“I was scared,” she says, “scared to tell you about any of this stuff.”
“I get it. I’m not mad or anything but Jesus, Lily, you’ve been this close for three days? I’ve been worried sick about you for over a week!”
“I know,” she whispers and grabs my hand, “I’m sorry.”
“We should probably get back before it gets too dark,” I say.
“Stay with me tonight? Say you will? Call Jasmine and tell her you’ll be home in the morning?”
I say I will and that we need to start to head back to her place. We’ve walked about a mile so it will take us a while to get back and this isn’t the kind of beach that’s made of gentle slopes of endless sand. There’s sand of course, but it’s also full of rocks to trip and bust your head open on in the dark.
When we’re halfway there and the sky is a deep, dark purple, like the color of wine when it's still in the bottle, she stops and looks back at Mermaid’s Roost. The shadow of it still looms on the dark violet horizon, like a giant sleeping in the sparkling black blanket of water. Her eyes grow wide and seem to fill with tiny golden diamonds, like flecks of light reflected by the stars. Her face glows with an uncharacteristically innocent wonder.
“Emily,” she whispers, “do you hear them too?”
And I think she’s fucking with me so I say “sure” and tell her to hurry up because I’m starving and I want to order us a pizza and call my wife to let her know I'll be staying with her in her bungalow. Also that my feet hurt. The truth is that I can barely hear her when she asks the question in the first place.
“It’s beautiful,” she says quietly and I agree because I think she’s talking about the town or the beach or the moon or the stars or anything else–anything real–and not some local legend that she can hear over the sound of the waves and wind that I can’t.
When we get back to the little beach house, she pauses in the doorway and stares for a long time back at the island of rocks. It’s distant, but big enough to still see, if only just barely when the light from the lighthouse sweeps across it in the dark.
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The house is awash with the chill and the sounds of the sea wind when I wake up. We went to the master bedroom around 11:00pm to watch a movie. The plan was for us to stay in the same bed like we used to do sometimes when we were little girls. The house has a guest room and I could have slept in there, but Lily begged me to stay with her, so I did and the truth is that I wanted to.
It’s 3:00am and the cold is what’s roused me from sleep but it’s panic that pulls me fully awake now. She’s not here with me. I know she’s not in the house. I know this the same way that I know she turned the TV off when she left. She did this so a loud commercial didn’t wake me. I know this because it’s what I would have done if I was trying to sneak away and I didn’t want her to stop me. I know all of this the same way I knew she was in trouble but I didn’t know how or why over a week ago. Twintuition.
I’ve never had a feeling like this one before. It’s strong and clear but also deep and dark like the water outside. I know from the moment I wake up that I won’t see her alive again, but I search the entire house for her anyway. I go from room to room checking every closet, beneath both the beds and even behind the shower curtain in the bathroom. When I get to the living room I see the reason the house is so cold; she didn’t shut the door behind her when she left.
“The Legend of Mermaid’s Roost” is laying open on the counter and she’s used seashells to hold the pages open to where she’s circled a passage in black marker.
“When men hear the sirens singing, it is always without a doubt an attempt at temptation. Their beautiful and deadly song is said to be a lure calling sailors ever closer to the rocks of Mermaid’s Roost to smash their ships along the stoney shore, but the sirens don’t stop there. Their singing has not only been heard by men at sea, but by those who walk along the shores after dark. They call out to the men on the mainland trying to convince them to swim out to the Roost; a distance just over half a mile. According to the legends, most of those that attempted to swim the distance to the island would get caught in the undertow and drown. If they managed to make it the entire way, the sirens of Mermaid’s Roost would rip them apart with their talons and eat them alive while they screamed for a mercy that would never come. Death is always the fate of men who hear the song.”
“According to the myths, women almost never hear their enchanting calls from across the bay, but for those that do the call is never a deadly temptation, but rather an invitation to join them. To sing with them and lure men to their untimely ends. Those women that do hear them may choose to join their deadly flock if they wish to do so. According to the local histories this is rare and the women that choose to join them are never seen nor heard from again.”
At the bottom of the page, a note in her handwriting simply reads: “Figured out where I’m supposed to be. Thanks for today. I love you always.”
I rush outside knowing there’s no reason to hurry because I’m already too late. She’s already made her choice and I don’t need my twintuition to tell me that because I can hear her.
She’s singing…Mermaid’s Roost is over a mile away and I know it’s her voice because it sounds so much like my own. It’s quiet from this distance but the preternatural nature of her chorus spans the space between us with ease and clarity…but this song is not my invitation to join her…
It’s her last request.
When I offered to pay for a lawyer so she could make him pay for putting his hands on her, she was afraid she wouldn’t win but that fear is gone now. She’s found a whole flock that’ll be willing–that lives for the sole purpose of picking better men than him apart, and they will, as they’ve done to so many before him…that is if he even survives the swim.
He’s too far from here to hear her song but he’s not too far for me. I don’t know exactly how to reach you, Eric Warminster, but I know where you live and there can’t be more than one man with that name where you are. In the morning I’ll make a few calls until I find you and when I do, I’m pretty sure that Lily was right when she said you’d try to kill her if she ever left. I'm banking on her fear that you'd follow her to the end of the Earth. I’m also pretty sure you won’t know the difference between her voice and mine, especially not over the phone…our own mother can’t most of the time. I don’t even have to face you and I already know what I’ll say to get you out here too. I’ll taunt you and belittle you just like you did to her. I'll be laughing the entire time. You’ll come. It should be easy enough…our laughs sound the same…
…All I have to do is tell you to meet me at the beach after dark. I know by the sound of the song she's singing that she's changed so much already. I wonder if the transformation was instantaneous or if it takes time for her feathers to grow in and fully form. I wonder if that even matters. I wonder if she must complete her change before she can do what she means to do to you and something about her tone tells me, no. She's ready for you now. The words of her melody aren't in English anymore, but in a vernacular that up until now, I would have believed impossible. The sweet song seems to originate from a great creature both mythical and feminine and beautifully deadly. Birdlike, the calls drift out from the newly-formed and massive beak. I see her face has shifted and grown it already with my mind’s eye. The sound reaches out over the water for only me to hear. Lily sings in a language so musical and ancient now that the words themselves have long been forgotten. Yet, despite their foreign nature, I don't have to understand the tongue to understand the meaning of her song. The sound of the music of Mermaid’s Roost fills my mind. Entering my ears, it surges though my head before seeming to flow and tread before my eyes. I can see what she wants me to do in images that hover barely visible like an ethereal painting before me. She wants me to get you to this beach and I will. That’s her last request–her only request. Get you to the shore and she’ll take care of the rest.
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2024.05.11 17:53 Brilliant_Rat_ She's worked sooo hard for everything she has... I can't believe she considers this a "job". She never posted part 3 and several gifts went missing. Her bed frame, both white dressers, purple chair and vanity were ALL GIFTS.

She's worked sooo hard for everything she has... I can't believe she considers this a
Just a good refresher for all our new members. 9/10/2022
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2024.05.11 08:45 PCP1120 Poll Results! - Ultimate Season 16 Favorite - Choose Your Ultimate Favorite Poll-Winning Look & Lip-Sync Of The Season!

It's time! Congratulations to our Banana Buddha for her absolute slayage of the season, the finale, and nearly the entirety of this poll!
Category Is: Ultimate Season 16 Favorite - 1,724 Votes
  • 1st Place - Episode 3: Nymphia Wind, Call Me MotheFather Eleganza - 44.8% (773 votes)
  • 2nd Place - Episode 15: Nymphia Wind, Top 3 Couture - 13.3% (230 votes)
  • 3rd Place - Episode 8: Nymphia Wind, Dancing Queen - 12.8% (221 votes)
  • 4th Place - Episode 7: Sapphira Cristal, I Can Buy Myself Flowers - 5.5% (94 votes)
  • 5th Place - Episode 5: Nymphia Wind, Faster Pussycat, Wig! Wig! - 3.9% (67 votes)
  • 6th Place - Episode 16: Nymphia Wind, Finale Eleganza (Top 3) - 2.6% (44 votes)
  • 7th Place - Episode 10: Sapphira Cristal, True Colors - 2.1% (36 votes)
  • 8th Place - Episode 9: Nymphia Wind, See You Next Wednesday - 1.8% (31 votes)
  • 9th Place TIE - Episode 2: Nymphia Wind, Entrance Look & Episode 4: Plane Jane, Everything Every-Cher All At Once - 1.7% each (29 votes each)
  • 11th Place - Episode 16: Nymphia Wind, Top 2/Crowning Couture - 1.6% (27 votes)
  • 12th Place - Episode 11: Nymphia Wind, Flashback! DragCon 1980 - 1.5% (26 votes)
  • 13th Place - Episode 12: Nymphia Wind, Chain Reaction - 1.2% (21 votes)
  • 14th Place - Episode 3: Q, Mother Goose - 1.0% (17 votes)
  • 15th Place - Episode 6: Q, In the Dollhouse - 0.9% (16 votes)
  • 16th Place TIE - Episode 3: Q, Significant Mother & Episode 16: Plasma, Finale Eleganza (Returning Queens) - 0.8% each (13 votes each)
  • 18th Place - Episode 16: Nymphia Wind, Top 3 Performance Look - 0.6% (10 votes)
  • 19th Place - Episode 1: Q, RuVeal Yourself - 0.5% (9 votes)
  • 20th Place TIE - Episode 1: Dawn, Entrance Look, Episode 2: Nymphia Wind, Made Ya Look!, & Episode 15: Mirage, LaLaPaRuZa Realness - 0.3% each (5 votes each)
  • 23rd Place - Episode 14: Nymphia Wind, Fan-dango - 0.1% (2 votes)
  • 24th Place - Episode 13: Nymphia Wind, Vegas Dancer Makeovers - 0.1% (1 vote)
Ultimate Favorite Lip-Sync: Season 16
  • 1st Place - Episode 16: Nymphia Wind vs. Sapphira Cristal, "Padam Padam" - 32.8% (566 votes)
  • 2nd Place - Episode 12: Morphine Love Dion vs. Dawn, "Body" - 18.3% (315 votes)
  • 3rd Place - Episode 15: Morphine Love Dion vs. Megami, "Everybody Dance Now" - 14.4% (248 votes)
  • 4th Place - Episode 11: Morphine Love Dion vs. Mhi'ya Iman Le'Paige, "Dim All the Lights" - 8.5% (146 votes)
  • 5th Place - Episode 15: Morphine Love Dion vs. Mirage, "This Time I Know It's For Real" - 5.8% (100 votes)
  • 6th Place - Episode 15: Morphine Love Dion vs. Geneva Karr, "Million Dollar Baby" - 4.2% (72 votes)
  • 7th Place - Episode 15: Megami vs. Mhi'ya Iman Le'Paige, "We Got the Beat" - 4.1% (70 votes)
  • 8th Place - Episode 9: Mhi'ya Iman Le'Paige vs. Plasma, "Bloody Mary (TikTok Version)" - 3.1% (53 votes)
  • 9th Place - Episode 15: Mirage vs. Hershii Licquor-Jete, "Alone 2.0" - 1.9% (33 votes)
  • 10th Place - Episode 8: Morphine Love Dion vs. Xunami Muse, "I Wanna Dance with Somebody" - 1.7% (29 votes)
  • 11th Place - Episode 1: Sapphira Cristal vs. Q, "Break My Soul" - 1.2% (20 votes)
  • 12th Place - Episode 2: Plane Jane vs. Geneva Karr, "Shower" - 0.9% (15 votes)
  • 13th Place - Episode 15: Megami vs. Amanda Tori Meating, "Shoop Shoop Song" - 0.8% (14 votes)
  • 14th Place - Episode 7: Mhi'ya Iman Le'Paige vs. Megami, "Flowers" - 0.6% (10 votes)
  • 15th Place - Episode 10: Sapphira Cristal vs. Morphine Love Dion, "Made You Look" - 0.5% (8 votes)
  • 16th Place - Episode 6: Mhi'ya Iman Le'Paige vs. Geneva Karr, "Control" - 0.3% (6 votes)
  • 17th Place TIE - Episode 4: Geneva Karr vs. Mirage, "Dark Lady" & Episode 14: Plane Jane vs. Q, "Better Be Good to Me" - 0.3% each (5 votes each)
  • 19th Place - Episode 13: Sapphira Cristal vs. Morphine Love Dion, "Miss Me More" - 0.2% (4 votes)
  • 20th Place - Episode 15: Megami vs. Q, "What About" - 0.2% (3 votes)
  • 21st Place TIE - Episode 3: Geneva Karr vs. Hershii Licquor-Jete, "Maybe You're the Problem" & Episode 15: Mhi'ya Iman Le'Paige vs. Plasma vs. Xunami Muse, "Milkshake" - 0.1% each (1 vote each)
  • Last Place TIE - Episode 5: Q vs. Amanda Tori Meating, "Emergency" & Episode 15: Amanda Tori Meating vs. Dawn, "Damaged" - 0.0% each (0 votes each)

Ultimate Favorites Of All Time

Season Ultimate Favorite Look Ultimate Favorite Lip-Sync
Season 1 Nina Flowers' Drag on a Dime Ongina vs. Bebe Zahara Benet, "Stronger"
Season 2 Raven's Top 3 Eleganza Jujubee vs. Sahara Davenport, "Black Velvet"
Season 3 Manila Luzon's Pineapple Couture Manila Luzon vs. Delta Work, "MacArthur Park"
Season 4 Sharon Needles' Post-Apocalyptic Couture Dida Ritz vs. The Princess, "This Will Be (An Everlasting Love)"
All Stars 1 Raven's "Bad Girl Chic" Jujubee vs. Raven, "Dancing On My Own"
Season 5 Detox's Black & White Finale Look Coco Montrese vs. Alyssa Edwards, "Cold Hearted"
Season 6 Trinity K. Bonet's "Animal Kingdom Couture" Adore Delano vs. Trinity K. Bonet, "Vibeology"
Season 7 Violet Chachki's Top 3 Crowning Look Kennedy Davenport vs. Katya, "Roar"
Season 8 Kim Chi's "That's My Mama Realness" Chi Chi DeVayne vs. Thorgy Thor, "And I Am Telling You I'm Not Going"
All Stars 2 Katya's "Pants! Pants I Say!" Look Alyssa Edwards vs. Tatianna, "Shut Up And Drive"
Season 9 Sasha Velour's Crowning/Finale Lip-Sync Look Sasha Velour vs. Shea Couleé, "So Emotional"
All Stars 3 Trixie Mattel's "Red For Filth" Look BenDeLaCreme vs. Aja, "Anaconda"
Season 10 Aquaria's "Mermaid Fantasy" Look Monét X Change vs. Dusty Ray Bottoms, "Pound The Alarm"
All Stars 4 Manila Luzon's Eleguence After Dark Naomi Smalls vs. Gia Gunn, "Adrenaline"
Season 11 Yvie Oddly's Crowning/Finale Lip-Sync Look Brooke Lynn Hytes vs. Yvie Oddly, "Sorry Not Sorry"
Season 1 (UK) Divina De Campo's Day At The Races Eleganza Blu Hydrangea vs. Cheryl Hole, "Call My Name"
Season 12 Crystal Methyd's Superfan Makeover Gigi Goode vs. Widow Von'Du, "Starships"
All Stars 5 Jujubee's Top 3 All Stars Eleganza India Ferrah vs. Yvie Oddly, "Livin’ la Vida Loca”
Season 1 (Canada) Priyanka's Top 3 Coronation Eleganza Priyanka vs. Kiara, "I Drove All Night"
Season 2 (UK) Bimini Bon Boulash's PreHERstoric Eleganza Tayce vs. Cherry Valentine, "Memory"
Season 13 Utica's Sleeping Bag Ball Eleganza Denali vs. Kahmora Hall, "100% Pure Love"
Season 1 (España) Hugáceo Crujiente's Best Drag Eleganza Carmen Farala vs. Killer Queen vs. Sagittaria, "La gata bajo la lluvia"
Season 1 (Down Under) Art Simone's Sea Sickening Eleganza Maxi Shield vs. Etcetera Etcetera, "Absolutely Everybody"
All Stars 6 A'keria C. Davenport's "The Frill of It All" Eleganza Trinity K. Bonet vs. Laganja Estranja, "Physical"
Season 3 (UK) Krystal Versace's "Oh My Goddess" Couture Vanity Milan vs. Scarlett Harlett, "Scandalous"
Season 14 Willow Pill's "Spring Has Sprung" Couture Lady Camden vs. Daya Betty, "One Way or Another"
All Stars 7 Raja's "She Done Already Had Herses" Finale Eleganza Monét X Change vs. Jinkx Monsoon, "The Night The Lights Went Out In Georgia" (Spoken Word)
Season 15 Anetra's Crystallized Eleganza Anetra vs. Marcia Marcia Marcia, "Boss Bitch"
All Stars 8 Jimbo's "Net Gala" Couture Aja vs. Kahanna Montrese, "Freakum Dress"
Season 16 Nymphia Wind's "Call Me MotheFather Eleganza" Nymphia Wind vs. Sapphira Cristal, "Padam Padam"
Look forward to our All Stars 9 polls! :)
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2024.05.11 06:11 mrbean218 is the stuff good for a planter

is the stuff good for a planter
it's like $36 but lemme know if there is cheaper stuff if you can
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2024.05.11 05:03 portvictor Vanity mirror IR handwave sensor amd driver suggestions and advice please

I am making a vanity mirror, I bought this 24v strip 19w white 5000k from aliexpress And plan to put it around the mirror in aluminium chanel+ diffuser.
I would like to use something like this IR handwave dimmerbut cannot find it for sale and would perferably go with a more reputable brand if possible?
Maybe something built into the driver? I have worked out that I will need a 75w driver for the mirror.
Any advice would be greatly appreciated.
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2024.05.11 02:04 portvictor Looking for IR hand wave sensor with dimming and looking for advice please.

I am making a vanity mirror, I bought this 24v strip 19w white 5000k from aliexpress And plan to put it around the mirror in aluminium chanel+ diffuser.
I would like to use something like this IR handwave dimmerbut cannot find it for sale and would perferably go with a more reputable brand if possible?
Maybe something built into the driver? I have worked out that I will need a 75w driver for the mirror.
Any advice would be greatly appreciated.
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