Times have been really tough around my house recently, my first year since my dad’s passing has occurred, my mom tried to commit suicide, my job is driving me up the wall (gotta love the 2024 economy too) and my husband and I have both been extremely burnt out and stressed to the max. I have mental health stuff going on but I’ve been doing pretty well at fighting the depression back, but lately the last ten days or so I felt like I was losing the battle. So what does one do…one says I still have some money after bills (thank you DailyPay!) and the AG store in Charlotte has always been somewhere I love to go since I’ve gotten into the dolls last Christmas upon receiving my first one. I decided I wanted to buy Lila as I’m hearing new GOTY’s get introduced earlier in the year now and I wanted to start buying her collection little by little. We arrive at the store about 3 or more hours before closing and as soon as we walked in no music was playing, they weren’t busy at all other than a bridal party walking around. It was QUIET which honestly I wasn’t mad about bc my husband is recovering still from a concussion back in April, so loud bass and loud music can bother him but AG is never terribly loud even when it’s super busy. But you could hear a pin drop. No employees approached me to say Hi at all or ask me anything else, there were four of them standing by the doll hair salon all chatting very animatedly and were probably the loudest thing in the store itself. I walked around the entire store multiple times just looking at everything. I spent a bit of time in Lila’s section picking out the perfect one and looking at all her accessories. No one still came up to me or greeted me from afar or anything. When I went to pay I’ve never had to wait that long to check out before, there was no line, but we waited about 10 minutes in the line queue at the register. A girl finally came up and rang me up not very enthusiastically (which again, I don’t love being at work either so I’m trying to be kind) and I asked if I could give her my rewards # and she was a little peeved but acted okay about it, I wanted my 20 dollar reward credit and she wasn’t even sure if Lila qualified when I asked. My husband asked her if there was anyone who knew about the birthday packages that could help give him an idea of cost and she said she had no idea and neither did any of the employees. I guess the experience was okay, but it felt incredibly isolating and sterile and cold. I know everyone is having a hard time right now and no one WANTS to be at work, but it takes us over an hour to drive over and it’s usually a special occasion for us bc my husband knows how much I love my dolls and how much AG means to me. Am I the a-hole here…? Def not saying I’d never go back, but has anyone had a similar experience?

I don't remember much about this series but its been stuck in my head like a slight image, first of all I was able to watch it on Netflix in 2019 or 2020, from what I remember the main character is a teenager and he has a medallion or some sort of accessory that leads him to a side of the world he never knew about it also has magic and starts a conquest to find something I'm pretty sure he also has like a team of friends (sorry for being all over the place but I'm only remembering a few details at a time) and thru out the first few episodes they unlock like the power system of the series which I don't remember but its some what unique I'm pretty sure the main character has brown hair also(I could be wrong) the art style and quality is mediocre the art style is some what anime looking and other than that I don't remember much.

Ive been following this sub for awhile and finally decided to put myself out there for some advice. So heres the short of it:
-Im 24 years,female working in retail after leaving the salon industry. I needed a change since hair wasnt my passion anymore but now i feel mentally drained from my day job.
-Interests:Fashion,shopping,beauty,selfcare -Hobbies: Sewing,collecting figurines/other nerdy stuff,crafting
-I do not have a degree, I do have a state cosmetology license.Im very book smart and street smart tho,was a straight A honor student,just didnt go to college bc i started my salon career in my junior year of highschool.
-I am not a huge customer service girl, I dont mind talking to people but doing constant service face to face is mentally draining for me. The current job I have Im predominantly in the backrooms fulfilling orders/packing orders which I do enjoy since im more isolated.
-I really truely enjoy fashion and beauty, I was an OG social media girl who had sponsorships,brand deals ect but it fell apart after highschool and I began working full time in salons. I really want to get into a career that I can be inspired or surrounded by people with like interests. But ive also considered remote jobs but I have no experience and everywhere I have applied I have heard nothing back.
-My family and partner have encouraged me to start my own fashion/accessory line but I still need a full time job to support myself if i do so, they have even suggested going back to college but I dont have the finances to do so. They have encouraged me to get back into social media but I fear that it will never become a sustainable thing for me and my partners future. I just started to post and be active again and it feels great, but I feel like there are not enough hours in a day to do social media/content creation and work my full time job.
-I struggle with alot of depression and anxiety like alot of people do and have done my best to hold it down. I moved out of my familys home around 4/5 years ago and have been holdin up ok,recently paid off my credit debt as well. But just feel lost as to what I should do with myself. Every job I apply to theres no response and ive gotten depressed job searching now. I know its a very common struggle but its just disheartening and I feel myself becoming complacent with the job and life I have now. I need a change and want a change so I can pursue my passions somehow.

I am a lifelong Patagonia customer and probably own 40 pieces between bags, clothing, and accessories. I try my hardest to support companies (regardless of their country of origin) where I know the products I am using are free from abuse of those who made them. As I got older and became more conscious of these causes, I began to study as much as I could on Yvon Chouinard and the efforts he has made to have Patagonia be a company completely free from any inhumane and unethical treatment of children, workers, animals, etc. I truly want to believe the heart of the company and its mission is in the right place. I know for a fact Patagonia pays all it's U.S. workers very well; retail, wholesale, corporate/admin, etc.
But one thing I cannot get past is why Patagonia products *must* be made in 3rd world countries. I have read Patagonias stock response they send to anyone who inquires about their goods being made overseas. According to Patagonia, the bottom line seems to hinge on the fact that the textiles used to make Patagonias products are all created in 3rd world countries, therefore the garments must be produced wherever the textiles are. Here's what I don't understand and my apologies if I am over-simplifying it. If Patagonia was truly dedicated to ensuring both ethical production and safe working conditions, where they can monitor their factories and factory workers daily, weekly, etc., and their obligation to use 3^rd world factories is strictly due to textile locale and not as a cost saver (as they insist it isn't), then why wouldn't they just import the textiles to the U.S. and have U.S. workers assemble the garments, as opposed to having completed garments imported here? I know Patagonia insists they don't use inhumane factories, but according to Follow The Money (an investigative journalism organization), Patagonia do, in fact, use the same sweatshops as Nike, Adidas, and many other verified human rights violaters. Patagonia claims they visit the factories once a year to ensure safe and humane working conditions, but what factory owner can't tuck his shirt in for one day a year to pass inspection? (and Follow the Money still cited numerous infractions)
And worse case scenario, if they truly cannot import the textiles, why doesn't Patagonia simply open their own dedicated factory in Sri Lanka that they can monitor 24/7 and ensure 100% humane treatment of all workers? Patagonia grosses over $1B per year in sales. Billion, with a "B". Surely there is enough product being sold and capitol being generated to justify this ?
I don't want to cite a laundry list of companies to pit Patagonia against but I will name Darn Tough Socks, who make the finest socks I've ever owned, as an example a of a company producing top of the line garments 100% in the U.S. (Vermont), and yet their sock prices are on par with Patagonias. I also read where they are now importing certain proprietary threads from overseas in order to create certain specialty socks. So why can't Patagonia do that? I also own numerous shirts produced in the U.S. using 100% American grown organic cotton, and they are not any pricier than Patagonias basic tees.
Sorry if this post seems facetious. Not my intention. But every time I go down the rabbit hole on my favorite brand, I come back with more questions than answers.

Sorry this is my first time in reddit, I don't know how to land this in but it's not exactly venting
I'm 20M, closeted from my family as my dad is a pervert but this is mostly about my mom. For my whole life I have known I have gender dysphoria but it only made me stop caring about my appearance, and my parents would always refuse to let me do anything from doing the chores, buying my own clothes, being unable to go outside and controlling my general appearance.
I've been trying to get out of that mould as I finally recognized I'm hitting a hard wall, so this is where the real substance comes in, keep in mind I'm 20 years old, though I recently graduated and HRT is only going to be accessible when I hit 21, I do plan to take it but I'm feeling really uncompromised
I've gotten a haircut and my mom would call me ugly, despite the fact I was ostracized for god knows how long because I was forced to get a bowl cut, and that she told me that my dad won't like it cause guys like girls with long hair and my dad made fun of me for having long hair, it's been months but since then they've gotten used to it, tolerant moreof, but they would still openly mock me in front of my other family members.
I've attempted to rehaul my wardrobe and actually care about what I dress because all of my clothes are clothes my mom buys for me, she was disappointed that I did not buy anything of her poor taste, everything she gets for me are clothes for children, bright coloured, kids patterned and typically for 11 year olds as I'm 4"11, small enough to fit in them. She actively monitors every bit of the house so I can't hide anything, and when I buy any clothes I simply would just never see them again, she blew up on me on my first attempt on thrifting claiming that I can't wear any of this, it's all masculine baggier clothes akin to that of what people my generation wears, I even got my friends to shop with me to see if the look sticks, so I'm unable to move on from even attempting to transition under this household.
Despite the clothes I've bought rotting by the side of my bed, she still forces stuff like more of her new clothes, shoes and accessories on me. It's gotten to the point I have an incredibly pink depression pile on the side of my table.
It's been cutting into my mental health really badly now, but I'm genuinely unsure where to go with this. Do I have to cut my family off? Even for asian standards, my friends said this is quite severe. Thank you for reading

Sorry this is my first time in reddit, I don't know how to land this in but it's not exactly venting
I'm currently 20 years old and I'm from Singapore, closeted from my family as my dad is a pervert but this is mostly about my mom. For my whole life I have known I have gender dysphoria but it only made me stop caring about my appearance, and my parents would always refuse to let me do anything from doing the chores, buying my own clothes, being unable to go outside and controlling my general appearance.
I've been trying to get out of that mould as I finally recognized I'm hitting a hard wall, so this is where the real substance comes in, keep in mind I'm 20 years old, though I recently graduated and HRT is only going to be accessible when I hit 21 as it would require consent from both parents otherwise.
I've gotten a haircut and my mom would call me ugly, despite the fact I was ostracized for god knows how long because I was forced to get a bowl cut, and that she told me that my dad won't like it cause guys like girls with long hair and my dad made fun of me for having long hair, it's been months but since then they've gotten used to it, tolerant moreof, but they would still openly mock me in front of my other family members.
I've attempted to rehaul my wardrobe and actually care about what I dress because all of my clothes are clothes my mom buys for me, she was disappointed that I did not buy anything of her poor taste, everything she gets for me are clothes for children, bright coloured, kids patterned and typically for 11 year olds as I'm 4"11, small enough to fit in them. She actively monitors every bit of the house so I can't hide anything, and when I buy any clothes I simply would just never see them again, she blew up on me on my first attempt on thrifting claiming that I can't wear any of this, it's all masculine baggier clothes akin to that of what people my generation wears, I even got my friends to shop with me to see if the look sticks, so I'm unable to move on from even attempting to transition under this household.
Despite the clothes I've bought rotting by the side of my bed, she still forces stuff like more of her new clothes, shoes and accessories on me. It's gotten to the point I have an incredibly pink depression pile on the side of my table.
It's been cutting into my mental health really badly now, but I'm genuinely unsure where to go with this. Do I have to cut my family off? Even for asian standards, my friends said this is quite severe. Thank you for reading.

Sorry this is my first time in reddit, I don't know how to land this in but it's not exactly venting
I'm currently 20 years old and I'm from Singapore, closeted from my family as my dad is a pervert but this is mostly about my mom. For my whole life I have known I have gender dysphoria but it only made me stop caring about my appearance, and my parents would always refuse to let me do anything from doing the chores, buying my own clothes, being unable to go outside and controlling my general appearance.
I've been trying to get out of that mould as I finally recognized I'm hitting a hard wall, so this is where the real substance comes in, keep in mind I'm 20 years old, though I recently graduated and HRT is only going to be accessible when I hit 21 as it would require consent from both parents otherwise.
I've gotten a haircut and my mom would call me ugly, despite the fact I was ostracized for god knows how long because I was forced to get a bowl cut, and that she told me that my dad won't like it cause guys like girls with long hair and my dad made fun of me for having long hair, it's been months but since then they've gotten used to it, tolerant moreof, but they would still openly mock me in front of my other family members.
I've attempted to rehaul my wardrobe and actually care about what I dress because all of my clothes are clothes my mom buys for me, she was disappointed that I did not buy anything of her poor taste, everything she gets for me are clothes for children, bright coloured, kids patterned and typically for 11 year olds as I'm 4"11, small enough to fit in them. She actively monitors every bit of the house so I can't hide anything, and when I buy any clothes I simply would just never see them again, she blew up on me on my first attempt on thrifting claiming that I can't wear any of this, it's all masculine baggier clothes akin to that of what people my generation wears, I even got my friends to shop with me to see if the look sticks, so I'm unable to move on from even attempting to transition under this household.
Despite the clothes I've bought rotting by the side of my bed, she still forces stuff like more of her new clothes, shoes and accessories on me. It's gotten to the point I have an incredibly pink depression pile on the side of my table.
It's been cutting into my mental health really badly now, but I'm genuinely unsure where to go with this. Do I have to cut my family off? Even for asian standards, my friends said this is quite severe. Thank you for reading.

• remove the entire panty thing. why is it even a feature in the first place??? gross as hell and i genuinely don't get how guys could like a pic of a girl's underwear. and about the bonus panties, just change them to normal accessories like bracelets or hair clips.
• since we're gonna stop sexualizing minors here, imma screw the entire "this is a college with a high school aesthetic" thingy and make in an ACTUAL high school. also name it something else than "akademi". then ayano would be 16 as she's in her second year
• remove/rewrite mida and muja as rivals and re-add kokona instead. she's an icon, deserves to be in the final game and is actually finished 😭
• randomize so students don't walk to school in the same way every single day, some can be running and some walking, talking to each other ect... add random rainy days so students' routines are altered as they can no longer go outside. would make things more life-like in-game
• rework the "give positive/negative remark" feature because after all these years those unrealistic dialogues still give me the ick. for example if we're gossiping about someone who hates reading, instead of "did you know that _ really hates reading", we can say "did you know that _ finds books really lame".
• screw all those google translate names and give some of the students more unique designs. honestly i prefer the 1980s students to the 202x ones because of that, really hate how every member of the drama club has purple hair.

Are there any male hair peices with holes for accessories like a crown or a feather?

I am NOT OOP, OOP is u/Chuckleheaded_Dimwit
Originally posted to motorcycles
ATTRACTED A GIRL WITH MOTORCYCLE PLEASE HELP
Original Post: May 30, 2024
It finally happened. I upgraded my bike and got a compliment from a girl. Invited her to go for a ride sometime and now we're meeting up on Saturday. She doesnt have gear so was thinking I'd pick her up a helmet and some gloves from my gear guy tonight. Ive ridden with 200lb dudes on the back of my bike before so im not too worried about this ~130lb woman as a passenger.
Offered to take her down the coast or into the mountains as we live in socal and both are relatively closeby.
Any tips to not fuck this up or look like a douchebag would be much appreciated.
Edit: feminism
Edit 2: since so many of you keep asking, my gear guy is a psychotic rich boomer who buys big lots of last seasons gear on the cheap and then wholesales it on fb marketplace as a hobby. His garage is basically a gear store but everything is dirt cheap. Said he makes like $5 profit on everything he sells.
Edit 3: linking gear plug
Edit 4: currently 4am on Sunday, just got home, thank you all so god damn much
Relevant Comments
kaleyanklet: I’m a girl who has spent some time on the back of a bike. I feel like everyone has given you really great advice about safety, helmets, hot pipes, and leaning. One unexpected, thoughtful kind of thing would be to throw a bike brush in your bag for her hair. I’ve graduated from backpack to riding my own Harley, but my boyfriend still keeps a brush for me on his bike and it’s so nice to not have tangled messy hair for the entire day when we are out zipping around. I think this would be nice on a first date because she’ll probably be extra mindful of her appearance, I know I would be on a first date.

OOP: Re-reading all the comments before I depart and glad I saw this! Throwing a brush in my bag now.

Bright_Bee36: Let her know it's your first time, and you've only been with men

OOP: Lmao thanks for the chuckle 😂😂😂

ianmilham: For a first ride, keep things modest in your ambition. Nothing that takes a long time to get to, or turn around from, if she's not having a good time.
My speech I used to give to new passengers -
• I have no interest in you being uncomfortable or freaked out. Tap me on my leg if you want me to slow down, continuously tap me if you want me to stop right now.
• lean with me, if anything a little more if you want to see better. Don't lean less.
• Your feet stay on the pegs even when we stop. I'll tap you on the leg when its okay to put your feet down/get off.
• And yes, point out the hot bits.
Your goals, in order, should be:

1. She has a good time
   
2. She wants to see you again and likes you
   

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1. She learns about motorcycles

 
Update: June 2, 2024
Update: ATTRACTED A GIRL WITH MOTORCYCLE PLEASE HELP
Folks, from the bottom of my heart, thank you all so much for sharing your wisdom. I definitely took a lot of the advice I was given and the date went excellent!
For context, I (a scared little boy) invited a girl out on a ride not really sure what precautions to take outside of basic safety considerations.
A metric fuckton of you beautiful people showed up and gave me so many good suggestions for it to go well and I cannot thank you enough.
I made sure to give her the safety briefing and tell her that her feeling safe and comfortable is my priority #1, she appreciated this. Rode as carefully and cautiously as humanly possible, she noticed and acknowledged this several times and at the end of the night she said she felt safer on my bike than she does in the car with her friends driving. Got her a helmet WITH comms, this was possibly the best decision as we were making conversation the entire time we were out. Ended up just doing a nice calm cruise down the coast.
Made sure to have a spare sweatshirt in addition to the jacket I brought for her, it got a little chilly and it was appreciated. Shoutout to the gal who suggested bringing a hairbrush, this also was appreciated.
Also addressing the top comment on the other post, I hit her with the "I've only been with men, this is my first time with a girl" line and she cracked up. Definitely a keeper for that. Also learned that a KLR650 at highways speeds is basically a hitachi wand with wheels.
Towards the end of the night we were on our way home and I pulled a move that I dont think anyone mentioned on the last post. We were on a straight stretch of highway and we had a quiet moment and it felt right so I reached down and held on to her thigh with my left hand. She was quiet for a second and then said "this is the hottest thing thats ever happened to me". Never felt like more of a stud in all my days.
At the end of the day she was down to ride for way longer than I expected and seemed to enjoy it a lot. A gentleman doesnt kiss and tell but im not much of a gentleman and we definitely did a little more than kiss. Meeting up next weekend to do it again! I love you all and stay safe!
 

DO NOT COMMENT IN LINKED POSTS OR MESSAGE OOPs – BoRU Rule #7

THIS IS A REPOST SUB - I AM NOT OOP

Boys: Justin, Ripper, Topher
Girls: Anne Maria, Jasmine, MK
Episode 19: The Princess Pride
"Last time, on Total Drama Action! Just when the cast thought they were safe, I swung in to surprise – I mean, antagonize them."
"The cast were forced to use their creative sides while showing off their back sides. As they made superhero costumes out of spandex. And...some other junk. Nice tights!"
"Of course, they were foiled by the diabolical Pythonicus, evil alter-ego of the villainous Chef!"
"In a fight against evil, the cast proved they could be heroes. And also, loooseerrss!"
"In the end, the most diabolical of them all was MK, who twisted things in order to get Chase eliminated."
The recap footage ended, and the scene flashed to the control tent where Chris was waiting with a smile. "Will the Gaffer alliance recover from Chase being gone? Will Anne Maria and Topher keep going out?" he pressed a button on the keyboard to his side, causing a picture of the couple to appear on one of the screens behind him.
"Maybe you'll find out right now?" he shrugged impishly as the scene changed again and he walked towards the cast trailers. "Maybe you won't? On another, totally dramatic episode of," he stopped in his tracks and the camera zoomed out with each further word, "Total! Drama! Action!"
(Theme Song)
The episode began with, of all things, a close-up of some brown and beany mush plopping onto a plate. The camera panned up to reveal its source as burrito beans in the hands of Jasmine being put together. Shots of Ripper, MK, and Justin also showed them making burritos as well.
The camera zoomed out to show the four constructing burritos on the table next to the tent's entrance while Topher and Anne Maria were at the other table, the former overseeing the quartet as he stood on the table and the latter simply applying lipstick to her lips.
“Ten more seconds, guys! The biggest burrito wins!” Topher declared and looked at Anne Maria. “Do you think I'd make a good reality show host?”
Anne Maria put her lipstick away. “Can you excuse me? I'm working on my facial features,” she said.
“But you already worked on yourself in the morning,” Topher said.
“You'd do the same if your hair was lookin’ messy,” Anne Maria retorted.
“Touché,” Topher pulled back.
“And time is up, folks!” MK informed everybody with her watch.
"Ripper, what do you got?” Topher asked the burly boy.
“Allow me to demonstrate my beefcake burrito!” Ripper held up his plate - his burrito has no wrapping and simply consisted of beef shaped into a cake. “I actually managed to make a cake out of beef.”
“How interesting,” Topher observed after getting off the table. “Jasmine, how about you?”
“These are my twin burritos!” Jasmine said with a plate that had two burritos tied together with an elastic rubber band.
“You actually wrapped your burritos?” Topher inspected heavily.
“Of course I did,” Jasmine nodded. “Twins are sometimes inseparable, and it's a good thing that these burritos aren't Siamese, otherwise they would have tried to eat one another.”
Topher laughed at her quip. “Points for that quip,” he said and made his way over to MK. “MK, how did you manage to make your burrito?”
“I am proud to present the MK Whopper!” MK took her burrito out from under the table and presented it - the burrito was shaped to look like MK with the beans as the body, wrap pieces as the hat and clothes, a sliced piece of tomato as the mouth, and pieces of beef as the eyes.
“The burrito is self-serving, but quality effort regardless,” Jasmine commented.
“Quality? Check out the guns on these beans,” Justin objected as his leitmotif played and he whipped out his burrito shaped to look like a flexing bicep. He even flexed his own bicep and moved his eyebrow in order to impress the contestants, but they were unfazed. “Nothing. You feel nothing?”
“Nope,” Jasmine shook her head.
“I was never once into you, Justin,” MK added as well.
“Man, this scratched schnoz has destroyed my looks and my life!” Justin moped. “Why?”
“MK, your self-art and ego is unsurprising, but you did make the biggest and best burrito, so you win,” Topher told her.
“This isn't right,” Justin protested and was now out of his seat. “I demand a second neutral opinion.”
“I'm no doctor or anything, but we all have reality-show-itis, and it's making us turn things into a challenge,” Anne Maria spoke up.
“I'm not sure if that's a thing, but I can't help myself when this day is bland and boring,” Topher said.
Confessional: Justin
“When my good looks went, so did my winning edge,” Justin told the viewers. “But some people are still managing to kick butt, and they're not nearly as good looking as I am!” He paused to think about what he said. “Okay, as I was.”
Confessional Ends
Justin was now sitting next to Anne Maria. “You know, you're the only one taking the game seriously. I just wish I knew how you did it all. It's so inspirational.”
“I'm just playing the game the best I know how,” Anne Maria said. “And it's not by sabotage like Scott did to me.”
“Scott also sabotaged my chances in the game as well,” Justin continued. “Hey, we have something in common.”
“Yeah we do, now go away,” Anne Maria ordered. “I don't know if they'll be a challenge, and I'd like to relax in peace.”
A few off-camera footsteps gave everyone pause, and they looked towards the room's entrance as the shot moved to a side-view of the room. Chef Hatchet had entered wearing a faded purple Medieval-styled costume, complete with a simple horn bearing a flag marked with a simple black-and-purple shield.
He blew a few awkward notes, then the camera moved in for a close-up as he made an announcement. "Hear ye, and rise! For Sir Chris!"
"Sir?!" Jasmine repeated with disbelief. "This Bruce's ego is fussing me to heaps!"
The shot moved back out to show Chris McLean riding atop the same decrepit-looking horse that had been used for a much earlier episode. He was wearing a knight's helmet and holding what looked to be a boot made of glass, and dismounted once Chef laid out a small rug for him to stand on.
"Hold on," Topher said slowly. "Glass slipper. Medieval stuff. This must be a Fairy Tale theme!"
"Topher," Chris said with stern annoyance, "if you ever steal my intro again, I'll have to personally boot you off the show."
"Hey, you can't do that!" Topher protested. "You brought me onto this show!"
"This boot," Chris said happily, "will determine the Princess for today's Fairy Tale movie challenge! The rest of you," he added as the camera panned across the tent from right to left, "compete for the honor of rescuing the fair Princess."
Anne Maria immediately raised her hand eagerly. "I wanna be the Princess!"
"I said the fair Princess," Chris repeated. "And what we think is fair is that the candidates be the ladies who haven't had a win since the merge: MK," he looked at the unamused techno, "and Jasmine." The focus moved to the Outback girl, who merely raised an eyebrow.
Confessional: Jasmine
"Okay, I am not Princess material," Jasmine said in the make-up confessional. "Not only am I too tall to fit the role, but I'm not really interested in fairy tales."
Confessional Ends
A short drumroll preceded an even shorter chanted note as MK and Jasmine approached the end of the table closest to the tent entrance.
"Yeah, there's no way that I'm gonna be some Princess, McLean!" MK barked at the host who was standing nearby with the glass boot still in his hand. "And don't even try to jam that boot on my foot."
"Okay," Chris said slowly, "that's a no for MK. Jasmine, you're up."
"Well, I'm not fond of fairy tales," Jasmine said, "but I might as well."
"Hold on there, Thunder from Down Under," Chris told her. "You have to put the boot on first. Make sure you're actually Princess material."
Jasmine frowned. "Okay then." She sat on the end of the table, slipped off one of her shoes, and tried to force it on.
The host and other castmates watched as she grunted and began to sweat, trying to get the boot onto her foot. Eventually, she let out a disappointed breath and held the boot back up. "It's no use," Jasmine told the host. "I can't get it on, and even then, it would shatter to pieces."
"Well," Chris said blankly, "guess that's both candidates out, unless MK changes her mind."
MK just glared at him. "Not a chance."
Anne Maria immediately grinned. "Yo Chris!"
"Looks like we have to do another selection method," Chris grabbed the glass boot and began to turn, only for Anne Maria to dart forward and snatch the footwear away from him.
Anne Maria swiftly tossed aside one of her heels and replaced it with the glass boot. "There," she said with a smile, raising her leg to show the boot glimmering on the end of it, "I always knew that I was meant to be royalty!"
"Fine, Anne Maria can be the Princess," Chris said heavily. "Let's just get this over with. Chef?" he looked back over his shoulder, and the shot pulled back to show the hulking man arriving back on the scene. He had changed into a pale blue ballerina's outfit, and had strapped a pair of fake wings to his back that, along with the glittering 'wand' in his hand, gave him the appearance of a fairy godmother.
"I dub thee, Princess Anne Maria," Chef said shortly as a touching song played, waving the wand above the grinning girl's head and releasing a cloud of sparkling dust that nearly choked Topher, Ripper, and Justin.
Confessional: MK
"Anne Maria as the Princess?" MK told the confessional camera with a snort and a laugh. "I wouldn't want to be in that Fairy Tale. Along with any others out there."
Confessional Ends
A harp played in the background as an image of Chris' head and a large hardcover book appeared on screen in front of a yellowish stock background. "It's story time, with uncle Chris," the host's disembodied head said before the scene flashed to him seated in a large purple armchair with the same book in hand. His left hand was on a joystick built into the arm of the chair, and he seemed to be slowly rolling through the set.
"Once upon a time," he began slowly, the camera pulling back to show the host rolling up to the contestants minus Anne Maria on a wheeled platform, his chair joined by a matching footstool, pedestal side table, and even a fireplace. "Five brave knights went on a quest to rescue a Princess from her ivory tower." He pulled back on the joystick, and the platform came to a stop. "But, it wasn't gonna be easy! First," he looked at the staircase behind him, "the knights had to get past my very good friend," the shot quick-panned up and left to Chef, now dressed in a tattered vest and trousers with a long moss-green wig and beard, "the Terrible Toothless Troll!" The shot zoomed in on Chef as he quickly blackened a few of his front teeth with a sharpie. "And, his Bad Breaks Bridge!"
The camera zoomed out even further as a few ominous chants played in the background, showing a large mountainous set featuring a rickety rope bridge over a treacherous and craggy fake waterfall. The contestants gulped.
"To get past the Terrible Toothless Troll," Chris read on, "the knights had to wear disguises! There was the Frog Prince," he grabbed a vaguely frog-like great helm from behind his chair and tossed it to Justin, "and the Ugly Stepsister," he tossed a large wig of wavy red hair in a tall bun to MK. "Snow White," he tossed a pink sleep mask to Jasmine, "and one of her Seven Dwarves," he followed that up by throwing a tall wizard's hat patterned with stars, moons, and lightning bolts to Topher. "Aaand," the host finished by pulling out a bright red hooded cape, "Little Red Riding Hood."
He tossed it to Ripper, who raised an eyebrow as he caught it. "Seriously? Can't I just be Riding Red?"
"No dice dude. That's what it says in the script," Chris told him as an unseen intern delivered a plate of milk and cookies to the host's side table. He turned and grabbed one, saying "Good work, kid," before continuing his monologue. "And so, the Ugly approached the Terrible Troll."
"I can't see in this thing!" MK said.
"Oh yeah," Chris said to a dramatic rise in the background music, "for this challenge, each knight is blind." The five teens immediately began to protest, causing the host to snap at them. "Nowhere in this story does it say 'the cowardly knights complained'!" he told the cast with a brief glance at his book. "So get it together, steppy, and get crossing!"
The footage skipped ahead to show MK slowly inching her way across the bridge while holding on to one of the rope rails. "This ain't too bad," she said to herself. She was hit by several red apples in rapid succession, causing her to yelp in pain.
"Oh, also," Chris said as the shot cut back to him, "those are Wicked Witch's apples, so, they're poisonous and rotten. You might wanna watch..."
He stopped talking as the shot cut back to MK slipping on one of the apples and fell off the bridge to the rocky set below. The camera followed as she fell and bounced off of several outcroppings before landing onto the hard ground. The shot cut briefly to the other contestants as they winced in pain before cutting back to the techno girl lying awkwardly on the ground with an apple in her mouth.
"Well, looks like MK isn't fairy tale hero material," Chris commented, dunking one of his cookies into his glass of milk. The short girl writhed in pain.
Confessional: MK
MK had on a neck brace and bandages around her head and torso, "I'm having trouble remembering what happened after the fall. Does that mean I have a concussion?"
Confessional Ends
A harp was played as the footage cut back to the other contestants standing at the start of the bridge. "Next, the eighth dwarf," Chris said as he moved his platform around towards the far staircase. "He grabbed a fistful of courage and headed across the bridge."
Topher glanced over at Chef. The man had hunched over, and was slapping a cat o' nine tails against his hand with a wild grin. He took a deep breath, put on the wizard’s hat over his eyes, and charged forward with a battle cry. Chef raised his eyebrows and rushed out to stop him, but he jumped onto a rope rail and ran through it until he was past Chef.
"Did I make it?" Topher asked, having reached the other side.
Confessional: Topher
"Poise classes have taught me to always be aware of my surroundings, whether I’m blindfolded or not," Topher grinned. "And with Anne Maria as the Princess, I’m not botching this one."
Confessional Ends
The footage skipped ahead to Jasmine's attempt, the sleeping mask already over her eyes and her hands firmly on the ropes of the bridge as she walked forward at a steady pace. Chef squeezed a mother goose, launching a golden egg out of its rear like a bullet. It shot past the girl's shoulder. "What was that?" Jasmine asked as she moved her head to track it. A second egg hit her square in the chest, knocking her back a step and putting a grin on Chef's face.
Jasmine frowned for a moment, then took a cautious step that was apparently at the bridge's weak point. The camera zoomed in on the bridge as it rippled, knocking loose every plank all the way to Chef. With a gasp and a scream, the troll and his goose fell, and the scene cut to him as he grabbed something behind his back. "They don't pay me enough for this!" Chef yelled, pulling the cord of a hidden parachute and floating down safely.
Jasmine was unaware of the danger and took one more step, expectedly screaming and falling. The camera cut to Chris as he followed the Amazon girl's fall and winced at the sound of an impact. "Awesome!" he cheered. "You’re up, froggy." The scene cut to the start of the bridge where Justin stood. "Then Captain Hood after that."
Justin put on his helmet. "At least my face will be protected from further indignity," he said as he slowly moved towards the bridge. He walked right shoulder into one of the posts holding up the bridge.
Ripper laughed. "Tough break, pretty boy," he jeered. "Go a little to the right." The eye candy followed the advice and walked into the other pole, causing Ripper to laugh. "Sorry man!" the bully called before laughing again.
Chef was shown running past the center of the bridge with an ax raised and ready to strike, while Justin stayed at the bridge completely oblivious. Ripper laughed once more and pushed the model into the cook. "Let me give you a hand," he said as he did so. Chef brought his ax down and hit the hot boy's helmet, causing the eyes to spin comically and Ripper to laugh once more.
Confessional: Justin
“There I was, down dirty, and deafened,” Justin recapped his failure. “And I thought "W.W.A.M.D.": What would Anne Maria do? And then it came to me! She'd use her head.”
Confessional Ends
With a battle cry, Justin rushed the cook with his helmet and ran him over, safely making it to the other side. "Justin's still got it!" Chris said as the camera cut to him. "All right, the final knight attempting to enter Fairy Tale Land is," the shot cut to Ripper as he tied a blindfold over his eyes and faced away from the camera, "Riding Red! We're over this way!"
"My seeing is good," Ripper said as he turned around. The camera cut to his perspective to show that he could actually see Chef putting on a blonde pigtailed wig. "I'm able to see Chef as a female troll! Hilarious!"
"Rapunzel dude, let down your hair!" Chris called, and Chef lengthened one of the pigtails and began swinging it around. He cracked it like a whip at the bully, who dodged it.
The camera cut to Justin watching Ripper avoid every attack. "Hey! He can see!" he cried.
"How?" Chris asked sarcastically. "With his X-ray vision? That'd be cool."
Chef attacked one last time, but Ripper grabbed onto the pigtail and swung across to safety with a whoop.
The footage skipped ahead to a close-up of Chris's book as he began to narrate once again. "And so, the Terrible Toothless Troll knocked off two losers," the shot pulled back to show Jasmine, wearing a leg cast and her right arm in a sling, and MK sitting on the ground nearby. "But," the camera panned over to Justin, Ripper, and Topher on the right, "three semi-brave knights made it to the other side and continued on their noble quest. Whereupon I, in my wisdom, inspired them with a vision of Princess Anne Maria."
The shot pulled back even further, revealing that the group had assembled in front of a small stage with a pink-tinted backdrop depicting a large white castle off in distant hillsides. A slow piano melody began to play as Anne Maria, now dressed in a regal-looking pink gown and tiara, was lowered onto the stage by a few wires.
"When I was a little girl, I'd dream of my first kiss," Anne Maria began to sing in a rather mediocre voice the moment she hit the stage and the wired harness was reeled back up. "It would come from my perfect prince!" A number of tiny birds and chipmunks gathered around her, the birds even landing on her hands. "And in my dream, it went like this!"
The scene immediately cut to the three remaining knights as they watched the performance. Justin and Topher were both stunned by her display, while Ripper couldn't care less.
“She's the most beautiful thing I have ever seen,” Justin said.
Definitely,” Topher chimed in.
“I must've been so busy seeing her as a potential alliance member and extra vote that I didn't see her outer beauty. Wow,” Justin continued in amazement. “We'll be the best looking couple in the kingdom!”
The music came to a halt as Topher and Ripper were surprised by what just came out of Justin's mouth.
“Excuse me, but I am still dating her!” Topher objected heavily.
“And there's no way she'll ever be into you,” Ripper told Justin.
“I saw you cheat, Ripper,” Justin let him know. “You don't deserve to be anybody's prince.”
“And who died and made you the rule master?” Ripper faced the handsome boy threateningly.
"Guys, guys!" Chris said, stepping forward and getting between the boys. "No need to fight! At least not until after this break," he declared happily. "Will Ripper inflict any deformities on Justin? Or will Justin's ripped physique bring two tons of hurt down on Topher's head? Find out when we come back!"
(Commercial Break)
The footage came back to a distance shot of the stage Anne Maria was still singing on, her music resuming as the shot cut closer.
"My prince will be tall and handsome," she sang, the camera panning down to catch Justin standing straight and proud. "My prince will be tough as nails," Ripper flexed his biceps and then lifted a startled Topher over his head.
"My prince will have lots of money," Anne Maria continued, the camera moving back on her as she showered the stage with a wad of cash. "My prince will tame wild whales!" She flexed her own arms, Chris nodded to the beat, and the shot cut to Topher looking at a small and rather disoriented baleen whale on the floor in confusion.
The shot panned down to Jasmine and MK who were watching the performance with boredom on their faces.
"How are you feeling about the whole Fairy Tale thing?" Jasmine asked MK.
"Couldn't care less," MK answered bluntly. "I just don't know why we have to keep watching though."
A close-up was shown of Anne Maria reaching for a wary-eyed frog in a small crown, the Jersey girl pulling it closer to her as she finished her song. "When we kiss~, my prince will be you~!" As the music ended, she held up the frog and kissed it on the lips, but broke almost immediately in a fit of revulsion.
Anne Maria threw the frog away from her, and it landed on Justin's face. "Warts! Get it off!" he cried out as he ran around trying to get the frog out.
"Wasn't that song brilliant?" Chris asked as the focus moved back to him, Jasmine, and MK. "It was so brilliant, I know everyone wishes they could hear it over, and over, and over again! And now they can." He snapped his fingers, and a CD case bearing Princess Anne Maria's picture on the cover was placed in his waiting hand.
"Relive the magic of Anne Maria for only $12.99," he told the camera as a deep and theatrical tune began to play. "Call 555-SELLOUT to get your authentic Princess Anne Maria CD," he added as the camera zoomed in on the case, "before everyone else downloads it illegally!"
"I'll take one!" Topher quickly begged, earning him a CD. "This will be worth spending thirteen dollars of my money."
Confessional: Topher
"My prince will buy me lots of hot dogs! My prince will love ponies too!" Topher was listening to the CD through headphones as his confessional began. "Her singing isn't the best, but I do want to support her," he told the camera.
Confessional Ends
"After risking my life for you, I have come to realize this!" Justin said as he approached the stage. "You're the most beautiful girl I've ever seen. And the smartest. What are the odds?"
He offered his hand to Anne Maria, but she didn't take it. "Thanks for telling me what I already know!"
"Uhh, aren't you going to compliment me on my bravery?" Justin asked.
"Nah! Princesses are supposed to be complimented in my world,” Anne Maria said, to Justin's disappointment. “It's not their job to give them out to anyone, but for me, I'll make an exception for Topher, the handsomest knight around!”
The camera moved to Ripper rolling her eyes and Topher smiling. “And you are the most beautiful princess around!” Topher complimented back before a sound caught the attention of both. They turned their heads at once and the scene followed their gaze over to Chef, still in his troll costume but now riding the same fly-ridden horse from earlier in the episode.
"How has that horse not died yet?" MK commented. "It can't be in good condition after all their time being used on this show."
"Just because it's a little old, doesn't mean it's not fighting for their life," Jasmine told her.
Anne Maria hopped onto the horse's back while Ripper and Topher came over. “Are we supposed to catch him?" Topher asked.
"No, it's a classic princess abduction," Chris explained calmly. "As the villain makes a whirlwind getaway on a swift steed."
Chef kicked the horse with his feet, but it didn't react. "Guess ol' Betsy here didn't read the script," he said gruffly.
"Kick harder," Chris commanded, and Chef promptly complied. A stronger kick caused the horse to kick backwards, hitting Justin – who had been standing closest - right in the face.
"That did it," Chef said as Justin was shown to have a few teeth knocked out and a bruised right eye.
"So, that's how the three knight dudes lost the Princess," Chris narrated, "But fate, aka me, wasn't finished with them." Chef and Anne Maria rode off behind him. "They followed the troll all the way to a fight to the death, because that's how I like my princesses saved."
"Sir Topher!" Anne Maria called out playfully as she was slowly abducted. "You better be the one who rescues me!"
"These two haven't even got a chance!" Topher replied arrogantly.
"As good luck, I'll give you my favor to carry into the battle!" Anne Maria tossed the glass boot, but it unintentionally hit Justin in the face.
Confessional: Justin
Justin was having his bruises covered up by make-up brushes from two unknown people while the glass boot was on the table.
“Falling for Anne Maria has been hard on the face. I think we'll have a no glass shoes policy if we start dating soon,” Justin informed and put the boot away. “I have no idea what Chase and Millie's policies are, but they're probably less dignified.”
Confessional Ends
The footage cut forward to a close-up of the old horse chewing on some hay before the camera panned over to a small castle archway propped up against a tower of some sort. "Sir Justin, Sir Topher, and Sir Ripper reached the ivory tower in which the troll had stuck the super tanned princess," Chris read as the three remaining competitors walked into the scene and he followed on his rolling platform. The shot panned up the towers, where several other pieces of crenelated wall had been attached here and there, and at the very top there was a pinkish spire and balcony where Princess Anne Maria waited.
"But there was only one way to rescue her," the host continued with a grin on his face and tense music building in the background. "One of the brave knights had to slay the dragon!"
"Dragon?!" Jasmine asked in alarm. "Tell me you didn't get a real dragon for this!"
"Seeing as dragons don't exist," MK told her, "I find that highly unlikely."
"She's right," Chris said as the music switched to something more ominously lurking. "We're reusing the alien monster guy."
Seconds later, a few tremendous mechanical footsteps were heard. MK and Jasmine looked to stage right and the camera pulled back, showing off the animatronic monster in all its glory. Chef was wearing the motion capture suit that controlled it, and it had been given a hood with horns, a scraggly 'beard', and two tiny wings in order to make it look more draconic. Chef raised his arms menacingly, and the monster echoed the pose and growled.
"Let the dragon slaying begin!" Chris announced, pulling out a trio of wooden swords and throwing them to the knights. Ripper caught the shortest, Topher the most slender, and Justin the broadest, and the three turned to face the tower and dragon.
"I'm counting on you, Sir Topher!" Anne Maria called from above, smiling at the fanboy and blowing him a kiss. He accepted it with a grin, and Anne Maria turned her attention to the other two knights and frowned. "As for you two, you'll need all the luck you can get."
"Yeah, cause I'll be the one who's going to slay today!" Topher boasted before turning and charging at the dragon.
"Not so fast," Justin charged at Topher and the two clashed their swords into each other's, only breaking when they noticed a foot-shaped shadow fall upon them. They rolled out of the way before the monster stomped them, and the camera panned over to Justin landing next to Ripper.
“You want Topher to win?” Justin faced Ripper.
“Like I care which one of you wins,” Ripper scoffed.
“Then help me take him down and I'll let you win,” Justin offered.
Ripper thought about it, and the viewpoint moved over to Chef guiding the monster in stomping and snapping at Topher. He was able to strike the dragon's head with his sword. “You are not going to stop me from rescuing Anne Maria!” the fanboy told the dragon.
“Just get them both chasing you,” Ripper suggested.
“And why?” Justin asked.
“Do you want to stop that monster or not?” Ripper glared. “Just do it!”
Justin sighed but complied, and both Topher and the Chef-controlled monster made moves to chase after him while Ripper watched from the sidelines.
“Are you going to fight me or run away from me?!” Topher asked with a taunt.
“Justin, you're going to stop running in 3…2…1!” Ripper ordered, and Justin paused his dash.
Topher also stopped chasing him as well, and the dragon, who was still trying to chase the others, caught its foot on Topher and somehow tripped. It flailed its arms humorously before crashing to the ground.
"A job well done," Ripper said as he ran over to the large red button on the side of the beast's neck. “Now to claim my second immunity win in a row!” he said as he readied his sword to finish it off, but Justin came up to push him off the dragon and onto the floor.
"Sorry Ripper," Justin told him. "If Izzy was the prize, I'm sure you'd do the same thing." He plunged his sword into the dragon's neck, causing it to fizzle and short out. "Anne Maria," he dramatically called out, "your prince is coming."
"Some prince," Ripper mocked.
The camera panned to the right to show Chris' moving platform as he arrived with Jasmine and MK in tow.
"Wanna rescue Princess Anne Maria too?" he asked the camera. "Now you can, for only $79.95!" he pulled out a pink-and-yellow striped box and held it up for the camera, a vaguely Anne Maria-shaped doll barely visible inside. "Order your very own Princess Anne Maria Limited Edition Glass Boot Doll! Playing with the Anne Maria doll is more fun and less dangerous than playing with the real Anne Maria. Guaranteed!" He finished with a cheesy grin.
The scene cut to the top of the ivory tower as Justin climbed up to the balcony where Anne Maria waited. "I have arrived!" Justin announced.
"Not the guy I was expecting, but a reward is a reward," Anne Maria grumbled and the two moved in for a kiss.
"Wait, wait, there's no kissing!" Chris interrupted the two from his chair.
“What?” Justin felt confused.
“Oh yeah!” Topher cheered from under the dragon.
"It says here that Prince Justin and Princess Anne Maria must sword fight to determine the true winner!" Chris explained while reading off his book.
"Which means I still have a chance at winning immunity?" Anne Maria asked quickly.
"You're much smarter than most princesses," Chris replied.
"Usually, most fairy tales end with a kiss," Jasmine said.
"Well, this is a modern tale," Chris explained. "Gals have to fight for themselves."
“You can say that again,” MK agreed.
“If that's how it has to be-” Anne Maria said.
“No,” Justin cut her off, now kneeling on one leg. “I am a noble gentleman. A brave knight. A handsome prince. I would never hurt a lady.”
“But you would hurt a guy working with you,” Ripper interjected after getting up on his feet.
“I said I was sorry, Ripper,” Justin told him with annoyance and focused back on Anne Maria. “I refuse to raise a sword to Anne Maria.” Anne Maria took the sword from him. “I give up any chance at immunity to spare her. And now…”
Justin puckered his lips and moved close, only for his eyes to widen. The camera pulled back to show the hilt of the sword buried in his crotch.
“Not sorry! I'm already taken!" Anne Maria declared before pushing Justin off.
Justin fell with a scream until he hit one of the 'towers' on his cheek. He kept on hitting one tower after another until he hit the ground on his back in severe pain. “I'm okay!”
The camera panned over to Chris and the other losers. "Anne Maria wins immunity! Again!" the host announced.
"Yes!" Anne Maria cheered.
The opening sequence of the Gilded Chris Ceremony came and went, leaving the scene focused on the tux-wearing host at his podium. "So," Chris began with an award already in his hand, "with immunity, Anne Maria is the first to win a Gilded Chris." He tossed the statuette to the girl, sitting on the left side of the bleachers, and she caught it with a smug grin.
"Immunity and my own dolls? How much better can this day get?" Anne Maria said.
"Well, it's not like you're getting the profits from the Princess Anne Maria line," Chris said plainly.
Anne Maria's eyes popped open in shock. "Uh, what?!" she said in outrage. “It's my line!”
“I’m saying that you're not going to get the profits because they’ll be sent over to your family for safekeeping, along with a Princess Anne Maria doll,” Chris explained. “I don't want any of my interns or producers to take what's rightfully yours. Lawsuits and all.”
“Oh!” Anne Maria said in relief. “I'm relieved, but I'm also upset that you made me act like an idiot!”
"Then you should have let me finish! Also still in the competish," Chris announced with another two awards in his hand, "MK and Jasmine." The former caught her prize in her lap with a confident grin, and the latter with a happy smile.
"And also Ripper," the host continued, the camera panning to the bully who smiled as he caught his award.
Spotlights were put on Justin and Topher, the former in a body cast. "Who will live happily ever after, and who will die penniless," Chris said as the music built dramatically. "And the last Gilded Chris goes to… Justin!"
"What?!" Anne Maria stood up. "You have to be joking! Justin should be going home!"
"Yeah, you're right. I was just kidding," Chris said. "Justin's actually the one who's been eliminated."
Topher caught his award. “I knew I would be safe.”
Confessional: Topher
“I told everybody to vote off Justin,” Topher confirmed. “He tried to move in on my girlfriend, and him getting booted would serve him right. The best part is, everybody was on board with it and I didn’t even have to try and convince them.”
Confessional Ends
Justin got up and started to head to the red carpet, but stopped to look at the contestants. “So is no one even going to miss me?”
“I never liked you,” MK shrugged.
“See ya,” Ripper said apathetically. “Get better soon, or sometime.”
“Okay, stop already! I'm going! But you'll regret it,” Justin told them and walked to the red carpet. Before getting into the limousine, he gave one last look to the remaining players. “With me gone, this competition just got eighty percent less handsome.” The eye candy turned around, only to hit his head on the roof. “All right, seventy-nine!” he groaned.
The footage paused there, and the camera pulled back to show it on one of the monitors in the control tent. Chris was sitting in his chair playing with a couple of Princess Anne Maria dolls, a few more scattered on the nearby desk.
"I know what I told Anne Maria, but marketing says that our target audience is too old for dolls," Chris told the camera as the footage on the monitor cut to static. "They're just not selling!" He looked to the side, and the camera panned to follow and show Chef playing with a group of Princess Anne Maria dolls dressed up as soldiers.
"Princesses, attack!" he said with a dark grin, lighting a miniature cannon with a match as the deeper and more dramatic ending theme began to play. The cannon fired with a puff, blowing the heads off two of the dolls.
Chris gave him an odd look, then turned back to the camera. "Hey target audience! Make sure you don't miss the next kiss-filled episode of Total! Drama! Action!" As soon as he finished saying the title, he mashed the mouths of the two dolls he was holding together and made kissing sounds. "Now you see, Chef," he told his companion, "that's how you play with dolls."
(Roll the Credits)
(Bonus Clip)
The scene opened to Justin sitting on the back seat of the limousine with the glass boot in hand. “What I've learned? Well, maybe that good looks won't take you everywhere you want to go,” he said wisely. “I mean, what have I ended up with? A wounded face, a bruised ego, and a shoe that I can't even wear. Maybe if I stopped modeling and threw all my energy into getting smarter, more girls could fall in love with me,” he thought. “But modeling pays. And Jesús, my booker, says that even with my severe facial wounds, he can get me a bunch of leg modeling and some celebrity kid's birthday party. So, love schmove.” He threw the glass boot out the window, and a shattering sound indicated that the boot was destroyed.
Eva - 15th
Geoff - 15th
Izzy - RETURNED
Trent - 13th
Sky - 12th
Brick - 11th
Scott - 10th
Izzy - 9th
Millie - 8th
MERGE
Chase - 7th
Justin - 6th
Boys: Ripper, Topher
Girls: Anne Maria, Jasmine, MK

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Berfenw / Verb-noun	Ystyr / Meaning	Bôn y ferf / Verb stem
acennu	to accentuate, to stress	acenn-
achredu	to accredit; accreditation	achred-
adalw	to recall, to summon back, to revoke, to repeal	adalw-
ad-dalu	to repay	ad-dal-
ad-drefnu	to reorganise, to rearrange	ad-drefn-
adfeddiannu	to repossess, to regain	afeddiann-
adleoli	to relocate	adleol-
adlynu	to adhere	adlyn-
adsefydlu	to rehabilitate; to re-establish, to reinstate	adsefydl-
aduno	to reunite	adun-
adwerthu	to retail, to resell	adwerth-
afradloni	to waste, to squander, to spend extravagantly	afradlon-
angori	to anchor	angor-
ailadeiladu	to rebuild	ailadeilad-
aildrefnu	to rearrange, to reorganise, to restore	aildrefn-
ailddarganfod	to rediscover	ailddarganfydd-
ailddatblygu	to redevelop	ailddatblyg-
ailddefnyddio	to reuse	ailddefnyddi-
ailddosbarthu	to reclassify; to redistribute	ailddosbarth-
ailenwi	to rename	ailenw-
ailethol	to re-elect	ailethol-
ailfeddwl	to rethink, to change one's mind, to reconsider	ailfeddyli-
ailgartrefu	to rehouse, to rehome	ailgartref-
ail-greu	to recreate	ailgre-
ailsefydlu	to re-establish, to rehabilitate	ailsefydl-
ailstrwythuro	to restructure	ailstrwythur-
ailwampio	to revamp	ailwampi-
allbynnu	to output (in computing)	allbynn-
allforio	to export	allfori-
alltudio	to deport, to exile	alltudi-
allyrru	to emit, to give off	allyrr-
amaethu	to cultivate	amaeth-
amgodio	to encode (computing)	amgodi-
amgryptio	to encrypt	amgrypti-
amgylchynu	to surround, to encircle, to encompass	amgylchyn-
amharchu	to disrespect	amharch-
amlinellu	to outline, to sketch	amlinell-
amseru	to time, to date, to take your time	amser-
andwyo	to spoil, to ruin	andwy-
anesmwytho	to become or make uneasy, anxious or restless, to disturb, to disquiet	anesmwyth-
anfarwoli	to immortalize	anfarwol-
animeiddio	to animate (make an animation)	animeiddi-
anweddu	to evaporate, to vaporize, to produce steam	anwedd-
anwylo	to cuddle, to caress, to cherish, to endear	anwyl-
apwyntio	to appoint	apwynti-
aralleirio	to paraphrase, to reword	aralleiri-
arallu	to make changes, to alter; to alienate, to estrange	arall-
arddweud	to dictate (for transcription)	arddywed-
aredig	to plough	ardd-
arolygu	to survey, to inspect	arolyg-
asesu	to assess	ases-
atafaelu	to confiscate, to seize, to distrain	atafael-
atalnodi	to punctuate	atalnod
atgyfodi	to resurrect, to revive	atgyfod-
atodi	to append, to attach (document etc.), to add to	atod-
awdurdodi	to authorise, to empower	awdurdod-
awyru	to air, to ventilate, to aerate	awyr-
baldorddi	to talk nonsense, to babble, to prattle	baldordd-
beichio crio	to sob	beichi-
betio	to bet (money)	beti-
bigit[i]an	to provoke, to annoy, to pick a quarrel, to nag (De Cymru)
bipian	to bleep, to beep	bipi-
blaguro	to form buds, to put out shoots, to sprout	blagur-
blaseiddio	to flavour, to season	blaseiddi-
blingo	to skin, to flay	bling-
blysio	to crave	blysi-
bod gan rywun	to have, to possess
bod wrth eich bodd yn / gyda	to love, to be in one's element (doing / with)
bod yn edifar gan rywun	to regret
bod yn well gan rywun	to prefer
boddhau	to please	boddha-
boneddigeiddio	to gentrify; to ennoble	boneddigeiddi-
botymu	to button	botym-
braenaru	to fallow, to prepare for cultivation	braenar-
bragu	to brew (with malt)	brag-
brechu	to vaccinate, to inoculate	brech-
bridio	to breed	bridi-
britho	to go grey (of hair or beard), to dapple, to speckle, to fleck, to mottle	brith-
brodio	to embroider	brodi-
bronfwydo	to breastfeed
buddioli	to benefit, to profit	buddiol-
bwrw cenllysg	to hail (weather) (Gogledd Cymru)	bwri-
bwrw cesair	to hail (weather) (De Cymru)	bwri-
bwydo ar y fron	to breastfeed
byddaru	to deafen, to become deaf	byddar-
byrddio	to board	byrddi-
byrhau	to shorten, to abbreviate
byseddu	to finger	bysedd-
bywhau	to animate	bywha-
bywiocáu	to enliven
cadwyno (wrth)	to chain (to)	cadwyn-
caethiwo	to enslave, to addict	caethiw-
cafflo	to cheat (De Cymru)	caffl-
calchu	to lime	calch-
camdreiglo	to mutate incorrectly (grammar)	camdreigl-
camgymryd	to mistake	camgymer-
camsefyll	to be offside (in football, rugby etc.)
camymddwyn	to misbehave, to commit misconduct	camymddyg-
canlyn	to follow; to court	canlyn-
canoli	to centralize, to focus, to mediate	canol-
carco	to care, to take care of, to mind; to be thrifty (De Cymru)	carc-
cardota	to beg (for alms)	cardot-
carthu	to purge, to clean, to muck out animal dwelling	carth-
castio	to cast (especially in an acting part); to play tricks	casti-
catalyddu	to catalyse	catalydd-
cefnu ar	to turn one's back on, to forsake	cefn-
cenhadu	to propagate (message / faith), to conduct a mission, to proselytise	cenhad-
cenhedlu	to reproduce (offspring); to conceive (offspring)	cenhedl-
ceulo	to clot, to coagulate, to congeal	ceul-
ciwio	to queue	ciwi-
clatsio	to strike, to hit (De Cymru)	clastsi-
clatsio ymlaen	to crack on, to persevere (De Cymru)
clau	to clean (De Cymru)
clocsio	to clog dance; to make or repair clogs	clocsi-
clochdar	to cluck, to cackle, to boast
clodfori	to praise	clodfor-
cloffi	to become lame	cloff-
cloncan	to chat, to natter, to gossip, to prattle (De Cymru)	clonc-
clustnodi	to ear-mark	clustnod-
clwydo	to roost	clwyd-
clytio	to patch	clyti-
cnoi cil	to ruminate (chew cud, also figurative), to think over	cno-
coethi	to refine, to purify	coeth-
colledu	to cause loss to, to damage	colled-
conan	to grumble, to complain (De Cymru)
condemnio	to condemn	condemni-
costrelu	to bottle	costrel-
creithio	to scar	creithi-
cribddeilio	to extort, to plunder, to take by force	cribddeili-
cribinio	to rake (Gogledd Cymru)	cribini-
crisialu	to crystalize	crisial-
croeshoelio	to crucify	croeshoeli-
croesholi	to cross-examine, to cross-question	croeshol-
cronni	to amass, to collect, to gather (together), to accumulate; to dam up	cronn-
crosio	to crochet	crosi-
crychu	to wrinkle, to crimp	crych-
crygu	to stammer, to grow hoarse	cryg-
cuddio rhag	to hide from
cwmpasu	to encompass, to circumscribe	cwmpas-
cwnnu	to raise, to put up, to rise (= codi, o cychwynnu) (De-ddwyrain Cymru)
cwrcwd	to squat, to crouch	cwrcyd-, cyrcyd-
cydlynu	to cohere, to stick or cling together, to form a whole	cydlyn-
cydweithredu	to co-operate	cydweithred-
cydymffurfio	to conform	cydymffurfi-
cyfannu	to make whole or entire, to unite, to integrate	cyfann-
cyfanwerthu	to sell wholesale	cyfanwerth-
cyfeddach	to carouse (b) [unusually, this verbnoun is feminine]; carousal
cyfeilio	to accompany (with music)	cyfeili-
cyflyru	to condition	cyflyr-
cyfodi	(form of codi) to lift, to rise, to raise	cyfod-
cyfosod	to place together, to juxtapose, to combine	cyfosod-
cyfrodeddu	to intertwine, to twist together	cyfrodedd-
cyfrwyo	to saddle (horse)	cyfrwy-
cyffesu	to confess (especially religiously)	cyffes-
cyhwfan	to wave, to flutter, to heave	cyhwfan-
cylchdroi	to rotate, to revolve	cylchdro-
cymedroli	to moderate, to temper	cymedrol-
cymodi â	to reconcile with	cymod-
Cymreigio	to make (more) Welsh	Cymreigi-
cymudo	to commute (travel)	cymud-
cymynnu	to bequeath	cymynn-
cynllwynio	to conspire	cynllwyni-
cyplysu	to couple	cyplys-
cysegru	to consecrate	cysegr-
cysodi	to type-set	cysod-
cysoni	to regularize, to harmonize	cyson-
cystuddio	to afflict	cystuddi-
cywasgu	to compress	cywasg-
c[y]weirio (S)	to mend, to put in order	cweiri-
chwerwi	to become bitter	chwerw-
chwilfriwio	to smash to pieces, to shatter	chwilfriwi-
chwyldroi	to revolutionize	chwyldro-
chwyrlïo	to whirl	chwyrlï-
dadbacio	to unpack	dadbaci-
dadlaith	to thaw [out] (De Cymru)	dadleithi-
dadlennu	to uncover, to unveil, to reveal, to expose	dadlenn-
dadrithio	to disillusion, to disenchant, to restore to original shape or form	dadrithi-
dallu	to blind, to become blind	dall-
damsang (ar)	to trample (on) (De Cymru)	damsang-
darfudo	to convect (heat in physics)	darfud-
dargludo	to conduct (electricity, heat in physics)	darglud-
dargyfeirio	to divert, to redirect, to diverge	dargyfeiri-
datganoli	to decentralize, to devolve	datganol-
datgarboneiddio	to decarbonize	datgarboneiddi-
datglymu	to untie	datglym-
datgoedwigo	to deforest	datgoedwig-
datgomisiynu	to decommission	datgomisiyn-
datgymalu	to dislocate, to disjoint, to take to pieces, to disassemble	datgymal-
datsgriwio	to unscrew	datsgriwi-
dedfrydu	to sentence (in court)	dedfryd-
deddfu	to legislate, to enact, to decree	deddf-
dengid	(= dianc) to escape (Gogledd Cymru)	dihang-
deigrynnu	to shed tears	deigrynn-
delfrydu	to idealize	delfryd-
deor	to hatch (egg etc.), to hatch out; to brood, to incubate	deor-
deud	(= dweud) to say (Gogledd Cymru)
diarddel	to expell, to excommunicate, to disown	diarddel-
diarfogi	to disarm	diarfog-
diasbedain	to resound	diasbed-
dichon	(= gallu) to be able (formal)	dichon-
diddyfnu	to wean	diddyfnu-
diengyd	(= dianc) to escape (Gogledd Cymru)	dihang-
difrïo	to revile, to denigrate, to disparage	difrï-
difwyno	to spoil, to mar, to defile, to pollute	difwyn-
differu	to differentiate (calculus)	differ-
diffygdalu	to default (on debt repayment)	diffygdal-
digolledu	to recompense, to indemnify, to compensate	digolled-
diheintio	to disinfect	diheinti-
dihoeni	to languish, to pine, to fade away, to wither	dihoen-
dihysbyddu	to drain (liquid from), to empty, to exhaust	dihysbydd-
dinoethi	to strip, to make bare	dinoeth-
diosg	to take off (clothes / shoes), to undress, to strip; to divest, to cast off	diosg-
diota	to imbibe, to booze, to tipple
diraddio	to degrade; to dismiss	diraddi-
dirprwyo	to deputize, to appoint a deputy; to act as a delegate, deputy or representative	dirprwy-
distewi	to be, keep or become silent, to silence, to hush	distaw-
distrywio	to destroy	distrywi-
distyllu	to distil, to drip, to fall in drops	distyll-
diweddu	to end, to conclude, to finish	diwedd-
diwydianeiddio	to industrialize	diwydianeiddi-
dodwy	to lay eggs	dodw-
dogfennu	to document	dogfenn-
dreifio	to drive	dreifi-
dryllio	to break to pieces, to shatter, to wreck	drylli-
dweud y drefn wrth rywun	to tell someone off
dyddodi	to deposit (layer of sediment, fat), to precipitate	dyddod-
dyfeisio	to invent, to devise	dyfeisi-
dyfnhau	to deepen	dyfnha-
dyfrio	to water, to irrigate	dyfri-
dylunio	to design	dyluni-
dylynu wrth	to adhere to, to cling to	dylyn-
dynesu	to approach, to draw near, to come nearer	dynes-
echdynnu	to extract	echdynn-
eilio	to plait, to braid, to interweave; to compose (song or poetry)	eili-
eilio	to second	eili-
eilunaddoli	to idolise	eilunaddol-
eneinio	to anoint	eneini-
enllibio	to slander, to malign	enllibi-
eplesu	to ferment	eples-
euogfarnu	to convict, to find guilty	euogfarn-
euro	to gild	eur-
ewyllysio (i)	to will	ewyllysi-
ewynnu	to foam	ewynn-
ffansïo	to fancy	ffansï-
ffieiddio	to abhor, to detest, to loathe, to hate; to be digusted at, to be revolted by	ffieiddi-
ffromi	to be angry, to rage, to fume	ffrom-
ffrwtian	to splutter (also of engine)	ffrwti-
ffrwythloni	to fertilize (impregnate), to become or be fruitful	ffrwythlon-
ffyrnigo	to become angry or enraged, to grow fierce	ffyrnig-
gaeafgysgu	to hibernate	gaeafgysg-
galarnadu	to lament	galarnad-
gefeillio	to twin	gefeilli-
geirio	to express in words, to word	geiri-
gellwng	to allow to go, to let, to permit, to leave to, to release	gellyng-
glasu	to turn blue	glas-
gloddesta	to revel, to carouse, to feast; (g) revelry, carousal, feasting
glynu (at)	to stick (to), to glue	glyn-
godinebu	to commit adultery, to fornicate	godineb-
goddiweddyd	to catch up with, to catch fugitive, to overtake	goddiwedd-
gogoneddu	to glorify, to extol	gogonedd-
gohebu	to report, to correspond	goheb-
goleddfu	to slope, to slant; to modify (in grammar)	goleddf-
goresgyn	to gain possession of; to overcome, to defeat	goresgyn-
gori	to brood, to sit on eggs	gor-
gorlenwi	to overfill	gorlanw-, gorlenw-
gorweithio	to overwork, to cause to overwork	gorweithi-
gorwneud	to overdo, to exaggerate
graeanu	to grit (road etc.), to spread gravel over	graean-
grilio	to grill (food)	grili-
grymuso	to strengthen	grymus-
gwamalu	to be frivolous, to waver	gwamal-
gwangalonni	to lose heart, to become discouraged; to discourage	gwangalonn-
gwarafun (i)	to forbid, to prohibit; to prevent, to hinder, to deny; to begrudge, to resent	gwarafun-
gwarantu	to guarantee (a product etc. by agreement)	gwarant-
gwastatu	to level, to make level or even	gwastat-
gwawrio	to dawn	gwawri-
gwelwi	to grow pale	gwelw-
gwersylla	to camp	gwersyll-
gweu	to weave, to knit	gwe-
gweud	to say (= dweud) (De Cymru)	gwed-
gwledda	to feast, to revel	gwledd-
gwreichioni	to spark, to emit sparks	gwreichion-
gwrteithio	to fertilize (with manure, compost etc.)	gwrteithi-
gwrthdystio	to protest, to remonstrate; to give counter-evidence	gwrthdysti-
gwrthryfela	to rebel, to revolt	gwrthryfel-
gwrychio	to bristle	gwrychi-
gwyngalchu	to whitewash	gwyngalch-
hadu	to sow, to produce seed	had-
haeru	to insist, to assert, to allege	haer-
halltu	to salt	hallt-
hamddena	to spend time at leisure, to relax, to take respite	hamdden-
haneru	to halve	haner-
hunanasesu	to self-assess; self-assessment	hunanases-
imiwneiddio	to immunize	imiwneiddi-
impio	to graft; to implant; to (cause to) bud / sprout	impi-
inswleiddio	to insulate (in a technical sense)	inswleiddi-
integru	to integrate (calculus)	integr-
israddio	to downgrade, to demote	israddi-
labelu	to label	label-
llabyddio	to stone (cast stones at)	llabyddi-
llaesu	to slacken	llaes-
llafnrolio	to rollerblade	llafnroli-
llafurio	to toil, to labour, to strive	llafuri-
llanw	(=llenwi) to fill (De Cymru)	llanw-
llawenhau	to gladden, to make cheerful; to rejoice, to be cheerful	llawenha-
lleisio	to voice	lleisi-
llên-ladrata	to plagiarize	llên-ladrata-
llesgáu	to languish, to become feeble, to feel faint	llesga-
llethu	to overwhelm, to swamp, to stifle, to crush, to overpower	lleth-
llewyrchu	to shine, to give light, to gleam; to be successful	llewyrchu
llochesu	to harbour, to shelter	lloches-
lloffa	to glean	lloff-
lluniadu	to draw (in a technical sense)	lluniad-
llurgunio	to distort (facts, the truth), to mangle, to disfigure, to corrupt	llurguni-
llwydo	to turn grey, to go mouldy	llwyd-
llwyfannu	to stage (theatrical or musical performance); to appear on stage	llwyfann-
llwyo	to spoon out, to ladle out	llwy-
llyfnhau	to make smooth, to level, to polish	llyfnha-
llyfnu	to harrow; to smooth	llyfn-
llythyru	to correspond by letter, to write letters	llythyr-
maglu	to snare, to trap	magl-
magu pwysau	to put on weight
malurio	to smash (to bits), to pulverize	maluri-
manwerthu	to retail	manwerth-
marchogaeth	to ride a horse	marchog-
martsio	to march (to make a marching movement)	martsi-
masnachu	to trade	masnach-
medi	to reap, to harvest	med-
meddalu	to soften, to become soft	meddal-
meddyginiaethu	to medicate, to treat medically	meddyginiaeth-
meiddio	to dare, to venture, to presume	meiddi-
meindio	to mind, to care	meindi-
meintoli	to quantify	meintol-
meiriol	to thaw, to melt	meiriol-
melynu	to become yellow; to make yellow or golden	melyn-
melysu	to sweeten	melys-
melltithio	to put a curse on, to curse	melltithi-
mercheta	to chase wowen, to womanise, to flirt	merchet-
merlota	to go pony trekking
methdalu	to be bankrupt, to be insolvent; bankruptcy	methdal-
mewnfudo	to immigrate	mewnfud-
moduro	to motor, to drive	modur-
modylu	to modulate (in physics)	modyl-
moelyd	to overturn (turn vehicle etc. upside down), to topple (De Cymru) (from "ymhoelyd")	moel-
moli	to praise (in worship / adulation)	mol-
morgeisio	to mortgage	morgeisi-
morio	to voyage by sea, to sail	mori-
morthwylio	to hammer	morthwyli-
mudferwi	to simmer	mudferw-
mudo	to move, to migrate, to move something from one place to another	mud-
nadu	to prevent, to hinder, not to allow	nad-
naddu	to shape with a sharp tool, to chip (at), to hew, to whittle, to trim, to carve	nadd-
negyddu	to negate	negydd-
nodweddu	to characterize, to be characteristic of, to distinguish	nodwedd-
nychu	to become weak or feeble, to waste away, to pine; to make weak, to enfeeble	nych-
nyddu	to spin (wool, yarn), to wind, to twist	nydd-
odi	to snow (Gogledd-ddwyrain Cymru)	od-
odli	to rhyme	odl-
olynu	to succeed, to follow (in succession)	olyn-
optimeiddio	to optimize	optimeiddi-
paldaruo	to talk nonsense, to blather (Gogledd Cymru)	paldaru-
parablu	to utter, to say, to speak, to babble	parabl-
parlysu	to paralyse	parlys-
paru	to pair	par-
pasteureiddio	to pasturize	pasteureiddi-
peillio	to pollinate	peilli-
perffeithio	to perfect	perffeithi-
picedu	to picket	piced-
pilio	to peel	pili-
piltran	to potter about, to fiddle (Gogledd Cymru)	piltr-
pistyllio ['r glaw]	to pour with rain	pistilli-
plagio	to plague, to afflict, to annoy, to pester	plagi-
pledio	to plead (in law), to offer as excuse or justification	pledi-
plicio	to peel, to pluck (feathers), pluck stringed instrument	plici-
plisgo	to shell, to peel, to exfoliate	plisg-
plismona	to police, policing
plymio	to dive, to dip, to sound (for depth), to plunge (into); to plumb	plymi-
poblogeiddio	to popularize	poblogeiddi-
pontio	to bridge, to span	ponti-
portreadu	to portray, to represent	portread-
prinhau	to become scarce, to diminish; to make scarce, to restrict, to curtail	prinha-
priodoli	to attribute, to ascribe	priodol-
prisio	to price; pricing	prisi-
puro	to purify, to refine	pur-
pwrcasu	to purchase	pwrcas-
pwyllgora	to hold, frequent or attend committees
recriwtio	to recruit	recriwti-
rhacanu	to rake (De Cymru)	rhacan-
rhagdalu	to prepay	rhagdal-
rhagfynegi	to predict (in a technical sense)	rhagfyneg-
rhaglennu	to program; programming	rhaglenn-
rhamantu	to romance; to romanticize	rhamant-
rhechain	to fart	rhech-
rhefru	to babble, to rant, to scold, to complain	rhefr-
rheibio	to seize by force, to ravage, to plunder; to bewitch, to cast a spell on	rheibi-
rheoleiddio	to regulate (control indirectly through rules, processes or effects)	rheoleiddi-
rhicio	to score (a scratch or notch), to notch, to groove	rhici-
rhincian dannedd	to gnash / to grind teeth (especially from rage)	rhinci-
rhoid	(= rhoi) to give, to put, to place (Gogledd Cymru)	rhodd-, rhoi-
rhwydo	to net	rhwyd-
rhychu	to crumple, to crease, to wrinkle, to become rumpled; to cut trenches / furrows / grooves	rhych-
rhyfela	to wage war, to war	rhyfel-
rhynnu	to suffer from cold, to freeze; to cause to be freezing cold	rhynn-
saernïo	to fashion, to construct, to build (as an artisan; also figuratively)	saernï-
samplu	to select or capture samples (in a technical sense)	sampl-
sarnu	to trample on, to spoil, to spill	sarn-
sboncio	to bounce, to spring	sbonci-
sbrotian	to rummage, to nose about	sbroti-
seboni	to soap, to lather; to soft-soap, to flatter	sebon-
segura	to idle, to laze	segur-
sengi (ar)	to tread (on), to trample on	sang-
Seisnigo	to Anglicize	Seisnig-
selio	to seal	seli-
serennu	to shine like a star, to sparkle, to twinkle, to shine brilliantly, to dazzle	serenn-
sganio	to scan (in a technical sense e.g. with a machine)	scani-
sglefrfyrddio	to skateboard	sglefrfyrddi-
sglefrolio	to roller skate, to rollerblade	sglefroli-
sgleinio	to gleam, to shine (be or make shiny), to polish	sgleini-
sgrinio	to screen (for disease etc.)	sgrini-
sgriwio	to screw	sgriwi-
sgwrio	to scour (clean / polish by rubbing), to purge	sgwri-
siffrwd	to make a rustling sound, to shuffle (cards etc.)	siffryd-
sleifio	to wriggle, to steal past, to slink, to creep	sleifi-
sleisio	to slice	sleisi-
smentio	to cement	smenti-
snorclo	to snorkel	snorcl-
sodro	to solder, to fix firmly in place, to place firmly	sodr-
steilio	to style	steili-
stelcian	to skulk, to stalk, to prowl, to lurk	stelci-
stido bwrw glaw	to pour with rain (Gogledd Cymru)
stilo	to iron (De Cymru)	stil-
straffaglio	to struggle	straffagli-
stryffaglio	to struggle	stryffagli-
stwna	to potter about, to fiddle about
suro	to sour	sur-
swatio	to crouch, to squat; to cuddle, to snuggle (up) in bed	swati-
sychlanhau	to dry clean	sychlanheu-, sychlanha-
syflyd	to budge, to move, to stir	syfl-
syfrdanu	to stun, to stupefy, to amaze, to astound	syfrdan-
syrffedu	to suffer from a surfeit, to feel fed up, to overindulge, to be bored stiff	syrffed-
taeru	to insist, to assert, to argue, to disagree	taer-
taflunio	to project (an image)	tafluni-
taranu	to thunder, to sound with thunder	taran-
teilwra	to tailor	teilwr-
teneuo	to thin (out), to dwindle	teneu-
tirlenwi	to landfill	tirlenw-
tonni	to undulate, to form waves, to oscillate, to surge up, to fall in waves (of hair)	tonn-
traddodi	to deliver (verdict, speech, sermon); to hand down, to hand over, to transfer	traddod-
traethu	to talk, to narrate, to relate, to speak (publicly)	traeth-
trafaelio	to travel; to labour	trafaeli-
traflyncu	to guzzle, to gobble up, to devour	traflync-
trawsgyweirio	to change key, to transpose, to modulate (in music)	trawsgyweiri-
treiglo	to mutate (grammar); to roll	treigl-
treio	to ebb, to drain away	trei-
tresio bwrw glaw	to pour (thrash) with rain
tresmasu	to trespass, to encroach, to infringe	tresmas-
troedio	to tread, to step	troedi-
trosleisio	to dub, to do a voice-over	trosleisi-
trydaneiddio	to electrify	trydaneiddi-
trydar	to tweet, to chirp, to twitter	trydar-
tryledu	to diffuse (in physics and chemistry)	tryled-
trysori	to treasure	trysor-
twrio	to rummage, to burrow (= tyrchu, turio)	twri-
tyllu	to make a hole or holes [in], to dig, to bore, to drill, to perforate	tyll-
tyrru	to pile up, to amass, to throng	tyrr-
tystio	to testify, to witness	tysti-
unioni	to straighten, to put right, to redress	union-
wado	to beat, to strike (De Cymru)	wad-
wyna	to give birth to lamb, to lamb
ymbarchuso	to make oneself respectable, to become respectable	ymbarchus-
ymbellhau (oddi wrth)	to distance oneself (from), to go further away	ymbellha-
ymdoddi	to integrate (into society); to melt, to dissolve, to merge	ymdodd-
ymdrochi	to immerse oneself (in water, or figuratively), to bathe	ymdroch-
ymdynghedu	to swear an oath, to vow, to pledge	ymdynghed-
ymddiddan	to converse, to chat, to speak	ymddiddan-
ymfudo	to emigrate, to migrate, to move (house)	ymfud-
ymgeleddu	to care for; to cherish, to succour, to provide shelter / comfort / food	ymgeledd-
ymgodymu	to wrestle, to grapple	ymgodym-
ymgolli	to lose oneself	ymgoll-
ymgreinio	to grovel, to prostrate oneself, to wallow	ymgreini-
ymgrymu	to bow, to stoop	ymgrym-
ymgyfarwyddo	to get acquainted with, to familiarise oneself with, to get used to	ymgyfarwydd-
ymgynnull	to assemble, to congregate, to gather together	ymgynull-
ymhél â rhywbeth	to be involved with something	ymheli-
ymhelaethu	to elaborate, to expand on	ymhelaeth-
ymlwybro	to make one's way, to wander	ymlwybr-
ymofyn	to seek, to desire, to want	ymofynn-
ymrafael	to differ; to disagree, to quarrel, to wrangle	ymrafael-
ymresymu	to reason, to think logically, to argue	ymresym-
ymryson	to compete, to contend, to quarrel	ymryson-
ymsefydlu	to establish oneself	ymsefydl-
ymsuddo	to sink, to submerge, to immerse oneself	ymsudd-
ymwrthod	to abstain (from), to refuse, to reject, to forsake	ymwrthod-
ysgafnhau	to lighten (load, weight)	ysgafnha-
ysglyfaethu	to prey upon, to plunder	ysglyfaeth-
ysgwyddo	to shoulder	ysgwydd-
ysigo	to sprain, to buckle (distort)	ysig-
ystreulio	to rinse	ystreuli-
ystwytho	to make or become supple	ystwyth-

I live with my brother in a 2-bedroom apartment. He has 2 cats and I am allergic to hair, but I understand that he has nowhere else to go with them. It was my decision for him to move in with me for monetary reasons.
The thing is that lately I have been noticing extremely strange behaviors in his actions, especially when I am not at home. I work outside and when I return I find that the things in my room are not the way I left them. For example, I have noticed that he uses accessories that I leave on the desk because they are not in the same place as before.
The worst thing of all is that I have no problem sharing my things if he asks me to, which destroys my confidence and makes me feel sad. Sometimes when this happened, I would ask to talk to him about it but he would get defensive.
Putting aside my general discontent and emotions, I see that this pattern of behavior has happened before when I lived with my other siblings. I feel that when he is stressed, his mechanisms are to shit on the other person (in this case I am the other cohabitant on duty), use my things and then deny it, eat my food. He has trouble ordering food, so I offer it. He says, "No, thank you," and then eats it secretly. The same thing happens when I'm not there and he enters my room. I don't know what he's looking for in here and he flatly denies that it was him.
Will it be a matter of seeking limits in the other, trying to get attention so that they react in some way, will it be a defense mechanism? I would very much like to know what you think because at the moment I cannot talk. These situations make me very angry but I am trying to understand the reason for all this. If I understand it, I wouldn't feel it was personal to me.