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2021.03.19 18:10 deckard222 Brigita Maldutyte

Fan subreddit for the beautiful Brigita Maldutyte.
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2021.01.24 13:54 deckard222 DashaKhlystun

This subreddit is dedicated to the beautiful and talented Dasha Khlystun
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2018.06.28 06:31 JaySaladJay Jaden Gang official HQ

ill work on this
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2024.06.02 08:27 MissKittyCiao Cloudia in Roblox

Cloudia in Roblox
My Clownsona as she appears in Royale High on Roblox.
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2024.06.02 04:52 Distinct-Fun-3126 April and May empties

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2024.06.02 02:28 savannahkellen Season 3 Spoiler Round-Up

With so many little filming updates available to us, I've been thinking for a while that we should have a post for a spoiler round-up for anyone who wants a quick reference or doesn't feel like sifting through the extra casting calls and previous threads to see what has been filmed already. I'm trying to only include sourceable material here - so mainly details from casting calls or location notices, set content, or sightings of the actors themselves.
I'm sure that I've missed *something*, so if you know, you can drop it into the comments and I'll edit or add it to this post! I'll try to keep this ongoing if there's interest. ♾️
{TO BE FILMED}
6/25
6/24
6/21
6/18
6/17
6/5-7
6/4
“First week of June”
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{HAPPENINGS TO DATE}
6/1
5/31
5/30
5/28-29
5/23
5/20
5/18
5/17
5/14
5/13
5/11
5/10
5/8-6/6
5/1-2
4/30
4/29-30
4/29
4/25-26
4/24
4/23
4/22
4/21
4/20
4/19
4/17
4/16
4/13
4/9
4/8
4/6
4/4
4/3
4/2
3/29
3/28
3/26-27
3/25
3/23
3/22
3/21
3/20
3/19
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2024.06.02 02:05 Polliewonka Trying to find more Dutch/belgium punk bands

I absolutely love Dutch punk bands and the occasional Belgium one. Something about listening to punk in my own language just makes it a whole lot better. Since i have started listening to punk i have found a lot of bands from The Netherlands , but still i always love finding new ones. So here’s a list of all bands i know. If you know any bands that are not on the list pls tell me :)
Hobojobos Tegengas Hang youth Zalm Smegma likkers Plushy rampage Sjek Ploegendienst De hardheid Heideroosjes De dood Hard voor weinig Neuk! Neo punkz Gewapend beton March Puinpoeier De raggende mannen Skroetbalg Doodskop Janse bagge bend Leegstand Hausmagger Eyesores Kezus krijst Blok 1A Locura Waardeloos Toprot No hoodlums Goeiemiddag! Rotzorg DEZE MOEDERS NEUKEN GRATIS The yalla yalles Andere koek Moshpit manifesto Bazzokaas Flotz The bips De stoeptegels Godverdomme Dikke Dennis Want want Ramskop Balfietsboys Karel anker en de joden Human alert Funeral dress Bongoloard The kaak Asociaal kabaal Youth deprivation Orgaanklap Fucking virgins Vuil talloor Clitteband Kraaklustig Edit: The kids The ex Antidote Frites modern Belgian asociate
Those where all that i know Hope you all have a wonderful day
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2024.06.02 02:01 FGLezvelda [partially lost] Mau En El Pais De Las Maravillas (In Wonderland), a lost animation from Onix Girls Rule

(first of all, sorry for the bad english) Speaking again about the old nix.com.mx mexican website, There used to be old animations of the characters from the world of Onix here, probably made with Adobe Flash Player like their games. This one that I will talk specifically about is one about the character of Mau the cat
Mau is a black cat with a bad temperament and bad luck, one of the most beloved and favorites characters of the Onix site in the years of 2008-2011. Even this cat had games, animations and his own merchandise, but I want to emphasize the animations this time. Mau had on the old nix.com.mx page and, on the now non-existent site, of gato.mau.com several animations, in the site of gato.mau.com there were some numbered animations where Mau gave you a lesson or learning, each of them began with the title of "Leccion de Mau"
However, on the nix.com.mx site, I remember seeing as a child an animation of the cat Mau where the story of Alice in Wonderland was interpreted, having Mau dressed as Alice and interpreting the classic story. It was a very short but summarized animation of the story of Alice in Wonderland, at most it only had audio effects and the meows of the cat Mau, even characters like the white rabbit and the queen of hearts appeared
It's an animation that I remember only a few details, but at the time it caused me a little concern for poor Mau, and currently I assumed that it would be completely lost, since after the changes that the nix.com.mx page made, they eliminated much of the content and the characters were changed too, obviously including the cat Mau. But recently, I found an interview with the director of Onix at that time on the YouTube channel: nixdotcomdotmx In that interview they talked about everything about the Onix store and website, even talking about their products and characters in question, and obviously Mau appeared in the interview. What surprised me the most is, for a few seconds, they showed in the interview a part of the animation of Mau in Wonderland, the little fragment of the animation was Mau dressed as Alice looking at the hole from the original Alice falls and arrives in Wonderland, but he is pushed by the white rabbit, and makes a meow of fright with a comical fall into the hole. And that's the only thing shown in the entire interview about Alice's animation
Another short appearance of a few seconds from the lost animation of Mau in Wonderland It's found in Onix's 10th anniversary video (AMV), but only Mau is seen dressed as Alice while his eyes change expression to a more annoying one, and then the cat disappear from the screen. I have not been able to find any more evidence or frames of the animation in question anywhere else, and searching the Wayback Machine was not very helpful, since the sites nix.com.mx and gato.mau.com are completely removed. And unfortunately the animation of Mau in Wonderland is not the only one that is lost, since many animations of "Lecciones de Mau" (Lessons from Mau) are also lost. There are few that I could find on the YouTube channel: mauonix
So there's also general lost media of Mau the cat and the old Onix website. I will leave some links of the info I could find of the animation Mau in Wonderland and the mauonix channel where some few animations of Mau's lessons are found. If anyone has more information about it, don't hesitate to comment!
Interview with a short frame of "Mau En El Pais De Las Maravillas" (minute: 5:59-6:02): https://youtu.be/tK2eSnqRFwM?si=ViXNQQHxKXTSPoQp
Video AMV from "Aniversario 10 Onix" (Mau dressed as Alice, minute: 0:58-1:01): https://youtu.be/q1iRPk_t9OI?si=z1D3HkkBp_f5jpwJ
mauonix YouTube channel (with few animations from "Leccion de Mau"): https://youtube.com/@mauonix?si=6tjEjS6k5JCxDoXW
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2024.06.02 01:53 emma_jane5678 Consignment Shops/Selling Women’s Clothing

I’m looking to sell some gently used women’s clothing in town to de-clutter before I move into a new apartment. Does anyone have any consignment shops they recommend? Currently deciding between Buffalo Exchange, Labels, or just using Facebook Marketplace (or any combination of these three). Also looking into Gown & Glove to sell used homecoming/prom dresses. What has everyone had the most success with?
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2024.06.02 01:06 LondonTheatreOne What thoughts on Calamity Jane the Musical starring Carrie Hope Fletcher?

What thoughts on Calamity Jane the Musical starring Carrie Hope Fletcher?
What thoughts on Calamity Jane the Musical starring Carrie Hope Fletcher that is due to tour the UK later in 2024 through to 2025?
Early Life and Background Calamity Jane, born Martha Jane Cannary in 1852 in Princeton, Missouri, was an iconic figure of the American Old West. She was the eldest of six children born to Robert and Charlotte Cannary. Her father, Robert, was a farmer who moved the family to Montana during the gold rush of 1865. Jane's mother, Charlotte, died the following year, and her father passed away shortly after, leaving Jane to care for her younger siblings. Known for her tough demeanor and exceptional skills with horses and firearms, she broke many of the gender norms of her time. Following the deaths of her parents, she moved to Wyoming and worked various jobs typically reserved for men, including as a mule skinner and railroad worker. Her adventurous spirit and rugged lifestyle earned her a reputation as a formidable frontierswoman.
Cabinet photograph captioned in the negative, Calamity Jane, Gen. Crook's Scout. An early view of Calamity Jane wearing buckskins, with an ivory-gripped Colt Single Action Army revolver tucked in her hand-tooled holster, holding a Sharps rifle. Credit Wikipedia.
Military and Expedition Involvement Jane claimed to have served as a scout for the U.S. Army, participating in several military campaigns, although these claims are disputed. Her presence at Fort Laramie and involvement in the Newton-Jenney Party's exploration of the Black Hills in 1875 are well-documented. She was known for dressing in men's clothes and performing tasks alongside male soldiers, further cementing her legendary status.
Life in Deadwood and Relationship with Wild Bill Hickok Calamity Jane is perhaps most famously associated with the town of Deadwood, South Dakota, Calamity Jane: A Legendary Frontier Woman where she became a local legend during the Black Hills Gold Rush. It was here that she formed a close, albeit possibly embellished, relationship with Wild Bill Hickok. After Hickok's murder in 1876, Jane claimed they had been married and had a child together, though historians largely dismiss these claims as fabrications.
Later Years and Legacy In her later years, Jane capitalized on her fame by appearing in Buffalo Bill's Wild West Show and other exhibitions. She published an autobiographical pamphlet in 1896, though much of it is considered exaggerated. Jane's final years were marked by continued hardship and bouts of heavy drinking. She died in 1903 in Terry, South Dakota, and was buried in Deadwood's Mount Moriah Cemetery next to Wild Bill Hickok. Films The Plainsman is a 1936 film starring Gary Cooper as Bill Hickok and Jean Arthur as Jane. In Young Bill Hickok with Roy Rogers (1940), she was played by Sally Payne. She was played by Marin Sais in the 1940 serial Deadwood Dick, by Frances Farmer in the 1941 Western The Badlands of Dakota, and by Jane Russell in the 1948 Bob Hope comedy The Paleface. In 1949's Calamity Jane and Sam Bass, Jane was played by Yvonne De Carlo and Sam Bass by Howard Duff; both characters were heavily fictionalized.
Calamity Jane is a 1953 musical-Western film from Warner Bros. starring Doris Day and Howard Keel as Wild Bill Hickok. The plot of the film is almost entirely fictional and bears little resemblance to the actual lives of the protagonists. It won the Best Song Oscar for "Secret Love", by Sammy Fain and Paul Francis Webster.
The legacy of Calamity Jane continues to captivate audiences, including through theatrical adaptations. The UK and Ireland tour of 'Calamity Jane,' starring Carrie Hope Fletcher, brings this legendary figure to life on stage. The production offers a musical interpretation of Jane's adventures and persona, celebrating her enduring spirit. For more details on the tour, visit the official announcement on London Theatre 1. UK & Ireland Tour of Calamity Jane Starring Carrie Hope Fletcher.
Carrie Hope Fletcher as Calamity Jane.
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2024.06.02 00:23 FeatherDreams First and Probably only SAS Haul! The Candle was calling my name! Literally.

First and Probably only SAS Haul! The Candle was calling my name! Literally.
*Solar Sun Body Wash I got with one of my rewards.
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2024.06.01 22:45 Afraid_Sugar3811 I don’t know who needs to hear this but….

These are my personal tips that may benefit someone this summer.
  1. Go outside - Yes, it sounds like common knowledge but a lot of people lock themselves indoors all day, being miserable with negative thoughts. Go outside, go for a walk, take a bus or train and just go anywhere to walk around and see things. You can sit at the park and observe other people or just chill. There are exciting things to see in Berlin, even if you’re alone. Cheap and free exhibitions, places like Gärten der welt (for nature lovers), and outdoor cinemas. Also bars with tennis and pool tables where strangers can bond.
  2. Fresh air - The weather is hot and so is your apartment (apparently). Just as our nose can get used to smell, it can also get used to the air we breathe and it can impact your mood. Open your windows, chill at your balcony, go grocery shopping, just get some fresh air. Even prisoners get to enjoy at least 1 hour of fresh air a day because of the health benefits. Heat can make you exhausted and dizzy. Dizziness makes you lazy to do anything.
  3. Have some background music on - When you’re feeling down and alone, don’t sit in silence. Always have some music playing in the background. Music is therapeutic and songs speak to us. Music is also nostalgic. Hearing a song from your home country for example, can bring back good memories of your childhood and remind you of certain times and people. Those little moments can make you smile and feel less alone.
  4. Overcome the fear of thinking people are watching you - There’s nothing worse than being ashamed of going to places or experiencing things because you feel people are watching you and would think you’re alone and weird. Believe me, it is mostly in your head. Don’t be afraid to go to places alone. Even if you see other people with their friends, there are some people who are also there alone. Nobody is watching you. Nobody really cares. Just do it.
  5. Pay attention to yourself - Some people who are lonely often feel like they don’t have to impress anybody because nobody is watching them anyway. Take care of your body. Exercise, dress comfortably well, take care of your hygiene and impress yourself. I cannot tell you how many times I’ve tried to talk to someone at a meetup and their mouth or body odor put me off. Yes, poor hygiene can make people avoid you.
  6. Don’t put much effort into social media - Just like they say: all that glitters is not gold. There are many people who looked happy and perfect online, yet committed suicide. People are much nicer in real life than they are on apps. Don’t allow the app culture make you feel hopeless.
  7. Leave Berlin at least once a year - Berlin can be overwhelming. Everything is up for grabs, everyone is out for themselves, people are hostile, nothing lasts. Buy a cheap flight, train or bus ticket and travel out of Berlin. Go and be a tourist in another city. Experience the thrill of saying to a stranger “I’m only here for the weekend, I live in Berlin”. Leaving Berlin can make you appreciate the city when you get back. Free yourself of the Berlin energy every once in a while.
  8. Check your vitamin D level - Some of the mental and physical problems you’re experiencing can be a symptom of low vitamin D. Do a test and supplement. Your vitamins may also be causing you stress. B vitamins and high doses of vitamin D can cause anxiety and mania in some people.
  9. Reach out to people - When you exchange contacts with people, keep in touch. Everyone is too proud to text first. If you want to see someone again, text them. If they tell you they’re busy without making plans for another time, leave them and move on. A lot of people who have friends actually put their pride aside and reached out. When you invite people out, they will invite you out and you can meet more people through them.
  10. Everyone you meet or talk to, does not have to be your friend or soulmate. Don’t be frustrated because you’ve not made friends. Just spending a Friday night with strangers without seeing them again, is totally fine. Just enjoy the moment and try again another day.
Lastly, there are resources to help you when dealing with mental health crisis and in cases of emergency. Don’t be caught up in “I cannot find a therapist”. The Berlin crisis service (Krisendienst) are helpful and anonymous. Look here: https://www.berliner-notruf.de/
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2024.06.01 22:18 StupidGuy911 Concourse 6- [2,00 words] (Critique request)

A iridescent light that shown like no other blindly transfixed itself along the man’s corneas. With it, a piercing veil of sound rang out, infecting and transcending understanding or thought. For a time, the man lived within that light; breathing in its infinite well of space. But soon that time passed, and with it the light faded revealing a wide opened pathway. Running down its length were moving walkways and shimmering metallic railings, and along those pathways marched the masses of men and women dressed in an assortment of travel-attire.
“For all domestic and international flights, please proceed to Concourse 6.” A synthesized voice that did its best to appear as human as possible pierced the general sound of foot-traffic and ambietic conversations that melted into one another until they became wholly unrecognizable. It all felt so familiar, yet no meaning came.
The man lived in this new reality unknowing of where or when he was. Grasped in his hand held a black leather suitcase with a combination lock firmly planted along the top seem. His attire appeared as a stark black suit, fitted with small clips and neatly ironed cuffs. Before a firm grasp of understanding had a chance to collect along the neurons shooting rapidly inside his brain, the man started thoughtlessly moving onward.
No destination fell into his thoughts, but the instinct to continue still rang true. Like a herd of lemmings rushing off the side of a hill, the man walked among the masses. As he did, the jingle of coins flittered up from his breast pocket. They sprang and clinked together, matching the rhythm of his slow and lethargic gait. Thoughts began to coalesce and fold over one another within the safely packed confines of his inner thinking, but they sprang too aggressively and far too haphazardly to form anything concrete.
So simply, he walked.
“Passengers boarding flight 8 should make their way to the boarding area.”
“Yes.” The man thought.
It all felt so familiar, yet so indistinct at the same time. Like a manner of DeJa'Vu, but thinly covered with a layer of Vaseline so only the rough outlines seemed to make any form of sense. Although no discernable reason to worry presented itself, anxiety pooled along the man’s stomach lining all the same.
“There was no time.” The man thought with words that were not his own.
The pathway opened into a room covered with walls of glass windows with varying degrees of shape and size. Nearing the end of the room held a desk with a man in a white suit. His face appeared tired, with an unkempt beard scribbled along his jaw line. As the man walked forward, a gate could be seen behind the man in white. For all the distractions and ill-time loss of self, the man could easily recognize his surroundings as an airport. His goal or intentions there although remained a bitter mystery.
Nearing the desk, the man in white glanced upward to him, his eyes a dull grey iris surrounded by an off shade of white. It felt like looking into the eyes of a long-lost uncle that you felt uncomfortable with meeting again; not from a sense of fear, but more a feeling of unknowing what to say.
“Welcome back sir.” The man in white offered. “Will you be flying with us today?”
The man in the black suit opened his mouth to reply, but the words escaped him. A feeling of fear clenched tight in his chest, a tightness that felt familiar in a scary sort of way.
“You can pay the toll at the gate sir.” The man in white typed away at the small computer laid out in front of him. After a moment, a ticket began printing and with a quick tear it was loose. “You’ll be needing this.” The man in white said, offering the ticket.
With hesitation brought on through the unwavering sense of unease that felt at the same time out of place and right at home, the man in the black suit accepted the ticket. It felt heavy somehow, and as he looked down at his hand, the ticket wasn’t a ticket at all, but a heavy sheet of legal paper. The scribblings and writing that fell across the stark white cold press document seemed to fade and overlap onto itself, rendering it virtually unreadable. Square boxes and lines jutted and ran along the length of it, with various words of English jumbled together where only singularly bits of understanding could be extrapolated. A name, numbers that seemed to fall randomly, the beginning of an address and what appeared to be a date.
None of the information sparked any sense of understanding or want of understanding. To the man, it was a paper with no use. As he looked back up, the man in white was missing from his desk, and behind it led to the now open gate. His feet began to move once more, the contents of his pockets clacked together as the flooring changed from a soft carpet to a hardened concrete. Nearing the opening, his eyes drifted to the windows covering the walls of the room. The glass reflected sunlight vividly, and past the reflections held the darkly colored tarmac and a plane that was docked nearby. As far as the eye could see held a vibrant field of tall golden reeds that had reached full maturity. They created a wall that blocked any further sight, but as they stood, there would be no grander sight to behold.
The gate lie open, its gaping maw leading to a hallway that appeared to have little to no form. A simple black void that sucked away any form of light that fell victim to its coveted opening. As the man reached its precipice, the casual and monotonous chatter of passer byes all but vanished. A sense of cold loneliness began to creep along his shoulders, falling down his back and sent a crash of gooseflesh prickling along his calves.
It felt so...lonely. The feeling of being forgotten by a parent at a shopping center came to mind. An utter loss of self-worth or preservation that was perhaps taken for granted before became the absolute norm. The man reached into the pocket located on the breast of his suit, the rhythmic clicking and clacking of the coins reverberated with each touch as he pulled the two coins free and held them between his fingers. The gold coins felt hefty and cold to the touch and left a lingering smell of copper and used oil along the tips of his fingers.
He looked onward to the void; the sound of crashing waves echoed along the darkened halls. The smell of sea water mixed with an unpleasant scent of formaldehyde and unwashed clothes created an atmosphere of loss and decay.
The man clenched the coins tightly into a fist. They held so tight that they could nearly pierce the soft tissue lining of his palms. As he turned from the gate, the brightly lit room began to flash violently as sparks began to fly along the glassed walls. The huddled masses of the people were gone, replaced with nothing but empty silver tables with shimmering streaks that continued on for miles. The tightness in his chest returned as the lights echoed and crashes along the walls of his eyes, bleeding into his mind and infecting his cerebral cortex. Pain shot through his chest, cascading along his arms and legs, causing his hands and feet to slowly go numb. The sensation of fire ants crawling along, stinging any supple flesh they could cling to began to manifest all along his body as it slowly began to buckle.
All at once, he fell to his knees, the hard concrete flooring scratching and sending shocks of trauma along his leg muscles. His eyes clenched shut, an involuntary reaction to the stress and pain that quickly engulfed every facet and his being. With the loss of motor function came the sound of footsteps that seemed to echo in a volumous display of not only unnecessary heights, but nearly impossible verberations. They crashed along the concrete, and as his eyes opened he saw that the tables that formed a neat and nearly endless display were now all around him. Surrounding him and forming a new wall that created a stark contrast to the field of gold that shown through the summer light.
The feeling of loneliness and self doubt returned in motions, first as soft reminders like the touch on the shoulder from a spouse, to the crashing waves of a semi-truck coming in contact with a compact car going eighty on the freeway.
Gods, why won't it stop? I just want to go...
Go where? He thought. Where am I? Where can I go?
As the question echoed out, the stream of constant barrage of sensations faded, replaced with the soothing calm sound of water gently splashing against the side of a dock. The sickening smell of the ocean returned as he opened his eyes once more. The room he once knew was gone, now replaced with a dark void. Ahead of him, slowly bobbing and weaving atop the calm waves, held an old wooden boat with an oar gently resting along the flooring.
The man in the black suit slowly rose to his feet, the coins still tightly grasped in his palm as he slowly walked to the boat. All the feelings of the world seemed to melt away in that moment. The feeling of loss, of heartache, of fear. They all felt like things of the past, sensations he had nearly forgotten about. Washed away by time, by the sickeningly sweet water that rocked along the boat.
He stepped into the wooden vessel, and as he did it began to drift off down the dark river. A melancholy light drifted along the surface of the water that seemed to pulse with the rythm of his breath, the rhythm of his heart. As the boat slowly drifted, so too did the light on a converging line of travel that ended wherever the waters might take him.
Without thinking, the man unfurled the ticket that still held fastened between his fingers. The document that held little meaning to him before now held little meaning to anyone as it crumpled to an unrecognizable wad of paper, and as he dropped the document into the water, the light that floated listlessly flickered out and fell to the bottom of the river.
The man stood, the coins he held now opened to the salty air as he gazed at them in his palm. His eyes drifted up to the encroaching darkness of the river as his heart began to flutter and slow.
He was afraid.
He didn’t want to go.
With an act of neither defiance or unrelenting will, but of simple fear of the unknown, the man hurled the coins into the water. As the coins lowered, disappearing into the black void, the boat quickly rocked by a vicious wave, knocking the man in the suit into the dark waters below.
An iridescent light that shown like no other blindly transfixed itself along the man’s corneas. With it, a piercing veil of sound rang out, infecting and transcended understanding or thought. For a time, the man lived within that light; breathing in its infinite well of space. But soon that time passed, and with it the light faded revealing a wide opened pathway. Running down its length were moving walkways and shimmering metallic railings, and along those pathways marched the masses of men and women dressed in an assortment of travel-attire.
“For all domestic and international flights, please proceed to Concourse 7.” A synthesized voice that did its best to appear as human as possible pierced the general sound of foot-traffic and ambietic conversations that melted into one another until they became wholly unrecognizable. It all felt so familiar, yet no meaning came.





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2024.06.01 20:21 Pizzaboobsandblunts White girl dread extension major fail… shave or save??

I really need some advice and support right now. I'm feeling incredibly embarrassed, but I want to take accountability for my lack of knowledge on the topic. I'm totally new to this, and I've found myself in a situation I never expected.
A while back, I got dress extensions installed. Life has been beyond hectic—I've been dealing with serious mental health issues, and my hair was the last thing on my mind. I didn't realize I had left the extensions in way too long until it was too late. The strands of my real hair that were used were way too small, thin, and stringy, which caused them to fuse with the extensions in a way that wouldn’t match the width of the extension at all, without me noticing (if that was even an option…).
Now, I'm dealing with a nightmare: I am stupid enough to not have realized that my hair started to fuse itself on its own and solidified into heavy dreads, which are impossible to comb out. My hair is a mix of smooth (ends), straight new root growth (start) solid dreads (‘middle’) of various lengths (due to my layered cut before the extensions), and very damaged straight hair, btw The dreads are SOLID.
Here's the thing: I absolutely do not want to shave my head. I know some people can rock a shaved head, and I don't think they are ugly at all, but it just wouldn't be a good look for me. I tried it once when I was younger, and it was not flattering. Going from 26-inch dreadlocks to a shaved head would be devastating, especially after years of struggling to grow my hair out to just above my shoulders.
I know wigs are an option, but I lack the experience and confidence to make them look realistic or stay on properly. The thought of having to wear a wig makes me feel even more conflicted and anxious- because I feel my active lifestyle isn’t conducive in general….
To add to this, I struggle with severe body dysmorphia, particularly when it comes to my hair. This stems from my childhood, and losing my hair would be a massive blow to my self-esteem and aforementioned mental health issues I’m currently dealing with….
I know I messed up big time, and I don't know what to do. Has anyone been through something similar or have any advice on how to salvage this situation without resorting to shaving my head? Any support or guidance would mean the world to me right now.
Thanks for reading
(***why didn’t I go to a salon? Like I said, life’s been hectic- and situations out of my control and circumstances changing dramatically basically over night, I went from being in a one of the bigger cities in the country toooooo now living 4 hours away from any city at all- which has 0000 salons with experience dealing with or installing/de dreads of any kind. I am an animal caregiver and can’t be gone for more the 12hrs at a time atm and it takes 8 to get to the next biggest city where I could find any help….)
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2024.06.01 20:19 Pizzaboobsandblunts Am I going to have to shave my head??? White girl dress extension FAIL

I really need some advice and support right now. I'm feeling incredibly embarrassed, but I want to take accountability for my lack of knowledge on the topic. I'm totally new to this, and I've found myself in a situation I never expected.
A while back, I got dress extensions installed. Life has been beyond hectic—I've been dealing with serious mental health issues, and my hair was the last thing on my mind. I didn't realize I had left the extensions in way too long until it was too late. The strands of my real hair that were used were way too small, thin, and stringy, which caused them to fuse with the extensions in a way that wouldn’t match the width of the extension at all, without me noticing (if that was even an option…).
Now, I'm dealing with a nightmare: I am stupid enough to not have realized that my hair started to fuse itself on its own and solidified into heavy dreads, which are impossible to comb out. My hair is a mix of smooth (ends), straight new root growth (start) solid dreads (‘middle’) of various lengths (due to my layered cut before the extensions), and very damaged straight hair, btw The dreads are SOLID.
Here's the thing: I absolutely do not want to shave my head. I know some people can rock a shaved head, and I don't think they are ugly at all, but it just wouldn't be a good look for me. I tried it once when I was younger, and it was not flattering. Going from 26-inch dreadlocks to a shaved head would be devastating, especially after years of struggling to grow my hair out to just above my shoulders.
I know wigs are an option, but I lack the experience and confidence to make them look realistic or stay on properly. The thought of having to wear a wig makes me feel even more conflicted and anxious- because I feel my active lifestyle isn’t conducive in general….
To add to this, I struggle with severe body dysmorphia, particularly when it comes to my hair. This stems from my childhood, and losing my hair would be a massive blow to my self-esteem and aforementioned mental health issues I’m currently dealing with….
I know I messed up big time, and I don't know what to do. Has anyone been through something similar or have any advice on how to salvage this situation without resorting to shaving my head? Any support or guidance would mean the world to me right now.
Thanks for reading
(***why didn’t I go to a salon? Like I said, life’s been hectic- and situations out of my control and circumstances changing dramatically basically over night, I went from being in a one of the bigger cities in the country toooooo now living 4 hours away from any city at all- which has 0000 salons with experience dealing with or installing/de dreads of any kind. I am an animal caregiver and can’t be gone for more the 12hrs at a time atm and it takes 8 to get to the next biggest city where I could find any help….)
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2024.06.01 20:18 Pizzaboobsandblunts Dread extension nightmare- do I need to shave my entire head!?

I really need some advice and support right now. I'm feeling incredibly embarrassed, but I want to take accountability for my lack of knowledge on the topic. I'm totally new to this, and I've found myself in a situation I never expected.
A while back, I got dress extensions installed. Life has been beyond hectic—I've been dealing with serious mental health issues, and my hair was the last thing on my mind. I didn't realize I had left the extensions in way too long until it was too late. The strands of my real hair that were used were way too small, thin, and stringy, which caused them to fuse with the extensions in a way that wouldn’t match the width of the extension at all, without me noticing (if that was even an option…).
Now, I'm dealing with a nightmare: I am stupid enough to not have realized that my hair started to fuse itself on its own and solidified into heavy dreads, which are impossible to comb out. My hair is a mix of smooth (ends), straight new root growth (start) solid dreads (‘middle’) of various lengths (due to my layered cut before the extensions), and very damaged straight hair, btw The dreads are SOLID.
Here's the thing: I absolutely do not want to shave my head. I know some people can rock a shaved head, and I don't think they are ugly at all, but it just wouldn't be a good look for me. I tried it once when I was younger, and it was not flattering. Going from 26-inch dreadlocks to a shaved head would be devastating, especially after years of struggling to grow my hair out to just above my shoulders.
I know wigs are an option, but I lack the experience and confidence to make them look realistic or stay on properly. The thought of having to wear a wig makes me feel even more conflicted and anxious- because I feel my active lifestyle isn’t conducive in general….
To add to this, I struggle with severe body dysmorphia, particularly when it comes to my hair. This stems from my childhood, and losing my hair would be a massive blow to my self-esteem and aforementioned mental health issues I’m currently dealing with….
I know I messed up big time, and I don't know what to do. Has anyone been through something similar or have any advice on how to salvage this situation without resorting to shaving my head? Any support or guidance would mean the world to me right now.
Thanks for reading
(***why didn’t I go to a salon? Like I said, life’s been hectic- and situations out of my control and circumstances changing dramatically basically over night, I went from being in a one of the bigger cities in the country toooooo now living 4 hours away from any city at all- which has 0000 salons with experience dealing with or installing/de dreads of any kind. I am an animal caregiver and can’t be gone for more the 12hrs at a time atm and it takes 8 to get to the next biggest city where I could find any help….)
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2024.06.01 18:57 mangeface My girlfriend is amazing. I’m stuck at work so she went to the LEGO Store and stood in line to get it for me.

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2024.06.01 18:57 DiscoMeep Dinner places near the ciudad de las artes y las ciencias

Looking for recommendations of where to get dinner near the ciudad de las artes y las ciencias. I’m visiting with my BF for a work trip and we don’t get the chance to get dinner until late (or late for us at least!) because of that. I have not had much luck looking for recs in this specific area. I would like recs for a place that’s kind of nice but not someplace that would require dressing up a lot or getting a reservation. Thank you In advance for your help!
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2024.06.01 15:30 Popular_Driver5089 Montrer mes limites sans en faire trop ?

Bonjour à tout le monde,
Je vous explique mon problème. Je (h26) suis en couple avec une fille (f26) depuis 7 mois. Tout se passe formidablement bien. C'est une belle relation avec de l'amour, du respect, du partage et de la communication. Mais voilà, depuis 2 mois nous sommes à distance, et cela va continuer pendant 6 mois encore.
Pour donner des infos. Elle est partie pour ses études et son boulot. Elle a hésité à le faire, mais je l'ai encouragé car je ne voulais pas qu'elle se prive de cela pour (entre autre mais c'était un argument important) nous. Elle a aussi une mauvaise expérience précédente avec la distance, où elle manquait d'attention. Elle a donc clairement exprimé ce besoin pour notre distance à nous. Il était très clair qu'elle n'allait pas pouvoir faire beaucoup de déplacements, et que son planning est chargé. Il y a 2h30 de trajet, personnellement j'estime que ce n'est pas loin. Comme je suis dans un moment de ma vie où je peux me permettre de dégager du temps, et que ma situation va bien, j'étais d'accord pour être celui qui va faire 90% des déplacements. J'aime cette fille et j'aime notre relation, donc je vois ça comme quelque chose de normal (ça ne sera pas éternel non plus). J'ai donc fait beaucoup de trajets, pris sur mon temps dès que je le pouvais pour aller la voir, j'ai été présent aussi par téléphone pour la soutenir quand ça n'allait pas dans l'adaptation à sa nouvelle vie, etc.
Le problème, c'est qu'en retour je n'ai pas grand chose. Quand on se voit c'est formidable, et je ne peux pas dire qu'elle n'est pas présente. Mais elle est souvent un peu distante par téléphone par exemple. Quand elle a besoin, il faut que je sois là, par contre si j'ai besoin et qu'elle est fatiguée on parlera un peu mais elle ira se coucher rapidement. On a du mal à avoir des perspectives calées pour se revoir, je suis toujours obligé de prendre sur mon temps sinon on se verrait 1x/mois deux jours. Elle a peur que je me fatigue avec les trajets, et moi ça m'embête parce qu'on dirait qu'elle ne comprends pas que c'est pour nous que je le fais, voir qu'elle me le reproche. La seule fois où elle venue chez moi, la plupart de son temps a été consacré à ses potes, il nous restait les nuits et les matins en gros. J'ai exprimé le fait que ça me rendait triste les moments où je partais après l'avoir vu, et que j'avais besoin un peu plus d'elle ces jours-là. Ça n'est pas gagné.
Je dresse un tableau un peu noir, mais il faut le nuancer. Son travail, ses études prennent beaucoup de temps et c'est stressant. On ajoute à ça une nouvelle ville, la distance pour elle aussi etc. Bref je comprends qu'il y a aussi de la maladresse dans tout ça. Ceci étant, il y a un déséquilibre. Ses besoins sont comblés, et les miens pas complètement. Elle est satisfaite de la situation, la considère comme acquise. Et moi je sens que ça commence à me peser.
On a eu une discussion, assez déroutante puisqu'elle m'a dit qu'elle avait l'impression de faire ce qu'elle pouvait. Elle ne semblait pas comprendre quand j'exprimais mes besoins.
Aujourd'hui, après plusieurs changements d'avis et des excuses pas vraiment recevables à mes yeux, elle a annulé ma venue chez elle alors que j'avais clairement exprimé que j'en avais très envie. Je précise que ce mois-ci, on va se voir seulement deux nuits car je vais avoir des contraintes. Je me retrouve comme un con, à annuler des billets de train plus remboursables, je serai tout seul chez moi alors que j'aurais pu passer une soirée avec des potes ailleurs. Ma venue aurait été express, mais je me disais que c'était toujours ça de bon à prendre. À ses yeux ça faire trop court (alors que d'autres fois ça ne la dérangeait pas du tout).
C'est la goutte de trop pour moi :
J'ai donc pris la décision de me "retirer". Pour l'instant je n'ai plus envie de consacrer mon énergie, mon temps ou mon argent dans le bon fonctionnement de la distance. Ce mois-ci, je m'en tiens à ce qu'elle m'a dégagé comme temps : deux nuits, rien de plus. Ce sera à elle de trouver du temps si elle a besoin de me voir. Je ne veux pas avoir l'air d'un capricieux, l'idée ce n'est pas de bouder. Et ce n'est pas non plus de la quitter ou de lui faire payer quelque chose en lui ajoutant du stress. Juste de prendre du temps pour moi, moins penser à la relation sans en sortir. J'aimerais juste arriver à lui montrer que je suis prêt à m'investir énormément pour elle dans cette période de distance, tant pis si c'est plus qu'elle, mais j'ai besoin de petites choses pour me sentir bien. Je souhaite qu'elle comprenne que pour faire tenir une relation à distance, il faut des efforts des deux côtés.
Ce que je vous demande, ce sont des pistes pour savoir comment me comporter pendant ma période de repli, en prenant en compte :
Merci d'avance 🙂
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2024.06.01 13:38 Acquaintance9 THE LAST Fake Eurovision Award Nominations - Cringiest Performance

Hey guys! I've just been feeling kind of out of it and forgot to post yesterday, but I don't think the results changed very much. Here are your nominees for Best Hairography:
Best Hairography
Amazing! Now, as it's the last nomination, I think that I've saved the best for last. Cringiest Performance. I'm also tacking along the sub title Aged The Least Well, because some entries just don't hit the same way. Also because we only have like, two entries from the 1900's, and I was expecting a few more, but that's besides the point! The rules are below:
You can comment a Eurovision song from 1957 - 2024 you think fits the category of the day best (for example, Albania 2012). If a song is already nominated for another category, you can put it up for consideration in another category also. If somebody has already posted a song you wanted to post, DO NOT post that song. If you are going to comment, do it in this format: Song Name + Artist - Country + Year. It should look like this: Suus by Rona Nishliu - Albania 2012. You can also upvote the posts that you think should be part of this category. At the end of two days, the four songs with the most upvotes will be nominees for the categories we have, which we will eventually vote on. Have fun!
Categories So Far:
Best Vocals
Best Staging
Best Choreography
Best Costume
Best Hair
Best Prop
Best High/Long Note
Catchiest Song
Best Lyrics
Best Rapping
Best Party Song
Best Use of Instruments
Most Charismatic
Best NQ'd Song
Most Emotional Song
Best Opening Song
Best Closing Song
Best Looking
Craziest Performance
Most Innovative
Best Hairography
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2024.06.01 13:12 Motormommy Has anyone looked at the div class differences on dmaorg site? Reordering the 25 Clancy posts - the last post could be Nico- 024 02MOON 25

Has anyone looked at the div class differences on dmaorg site? Reordering the 25 Clancy posts - the last post could be Nico- 024 02MOON 25
I noticed something on the dmaorg site- that the posts each have different formatting according to 5 "div class" sections. The formatting really isn't that different in each class and it doesn't seem to be connected to the various file types that are posts. (this was examined using a lot of help from the dmaorg fan wiki which already had the letters typed and I copied and pasted them.)
We know it's a cycle, it has happened again and again. What if the moon dates don't order as our actual dates do?
There were 5 timeframes for the posts- the ones that were already there when the site was found or shortly after, the ones that were posted just before/during the trench era, the ones that were posted after the files were terminated and the site was restored (during scaled and icy) and the ones that were posted ahead of Clancy.
If we reorder the 25 Clancy posts by their div classes (putting class 1 first, then 2, etc.), it puts the yellow stripe picture right before the letter it decodes. We also get the 024 02MOON 25 last. And I just realized that this letter is not signed. What if it's a bishop describing recruiting banditos? What if a bishop is realizing he's not so different from them? That he once believed he was a citizen, an escapee, an exception? Is he following the torches to find the banditos?
Spreadsheet I used to organize the posts
Clancy Posts when Ordered by _Divclass
CLASS 1:
017 07 MOON 16
Cheetah running gif
018 07MOON 08
_note.gif written signed
I’ve made it out.
I feel weightless. I know that place had always held me down, but for the first time, I can feel the levity that I had hoped for. It’s been three nights now, and my breathing has changed. It’s slower, and more full. It’s like the air out here is worth taking in.
I can see it back in the distance, and I’d be lying if I said that it wasn’t constantly on my mind. I wish I could turn that fear off, but maybe the further I go, the less that fear will affect me. I feel betrayed by what I assumed was home - if I ever end up back there, I won’t be able to look at it the same way.
They are asleep. They’re so sure that they know the truth, and carry on throughout their day with the same meaningless tasks. They’ve forgotten to look up, and to look outward, to understand that this isn’t about ‘in there.'
This is about ‘out here.’
This new world surrounds me. I used to think the walls back home were massive – these green cliffs engulf me, and place me right in the middle – Trench is quite precarious at times, and it’s easy to grow weary. But it’s real, and it’s true, and I’d much rather endure reality than to mindlessly be obedient to a life that someone else created for me. I’ve obsessed about this world for so long, that it feels more like home than anything I’ve experienced. Somehow, in this vast openness, I feel more protected than ever.
The landscape feels endless, and I’ve found myself walking for hours without any true evidence of getting further down. But I’ve seen plants and colors out here that I’m not sure I’ve witnessed before. There’s a beauty in the strangest places, and the curiosity of what’s next continues to motivate me.
I wonder who else is out here. If what I assumed inside is true, there’s got to be more like me. Sometimes I’ll feel a presence, or think I see something in my periphery, only to look up and see nothing. It’s just another thing that I’m afraid of that also excites me. It all just confirms all of the things that I hoped to be true for all of this time.
I am out here and I am very alive. I’m sometimes scared, but always discovering something new, and I will not stop. Cover me!
  • Clancy
019 01MOON 22
17-35.4527.jpg typed signed
I can’t face this page for long enough to write what I’m truly feeling. I am only wrought with more questions about what I assumed to be true, questions about what my own path is, and the question that has plagued me every night that I lie here, back in city: Did I give up?
The force I saw between him and his bishop seemed tense to me, and frightening. But the memory of that exchange has had time to fester and replay in my mind long enough that I’m questioning if I even remembered it correctly. I assumed the bishop was forcefully retrieving his subject, but now I wonder if the bishop was actually trying to save him, and he refused.
I stayed out there for five days after I watched it happen. I haven’t seen him since. Maybe he got away, and was still out in Trench with me. Maybe the bishop chased him down, and brought him home.
Home?
Did I just call this place home?
After all of the endless beauty that I saw out there, am I now convincing myself that I’m actually better off within these confines?
I admit, it was more difficult than I expected. Nothing could have prepared me for how much the ‘unknown’ can consume me. Vast landscapes and endless possibilities, yet coupled with endless danger. I became anxious. I became tired. I became hungry. Every step I took became harder than the last, jumping from jagged rocky step to step, or pulling myself through thick forest - it all became debilitating, and I was sure that I couldn’t go on.
Keons approached as the sun rose one morning. I wasn’t scared. I was relieved. After all that he had taught me, his presence was the most comforting moment that I had in days, and I couldn’t help but be happy to see him. In true Keons fashion, he wrapped his arms around me, then put his hands under my face, looked me in the eyes, and said, “Clancy, child, let’s go home.”
I’ve been here for a few weeks now, and while the routines of this world are comforting, and certainly easier than life out there, my mind keeps bouncing between the two places.
Which one is home? Are the bishops protecting us, and the torches upon the hilltops dangerous? Or is it the other way around? My dreams pull me from world to world, and I feel lost in between all of it.
There is still so much I do not understand.
  • Clancy
022 03MOON 16
Larger map of trench including voldsoy
024 02MOON 09
__ev-i-D__ence.jpeg typed and says signed but isn’t
I'm not as scared as I used to be. Their mystery begins to fade as a method to defeat them becomes more clear. I no longer feel powerless. I can outsmart them. This new power of psychokinesis worked, and I believe it can work again. I stand here, looking down at the line where the water meets the sand - a starting line. All the while, knowing there is a finish line across the Strait. Their compass lies, but mine remains true. I've left embers of inspiration, I only hope whatever spark was left has grown to a torch, and together we create an inferno
[SIGNED] - Clancy
CLASS 2:
988 06MOON 18
cla_ncy-98806MOON_18_-1 jpg typed signed
CLANCY_S JOURNAL
The perplexities of the Dema horizon didn't occur to me until my ninth year. It was then that I began to contemplate the existential, and decide what type of impression I wanted my life to make. Naturally, to fuel my hope, I looked out upon the distance of the land that had cultivated me, only this time with a new awareness of the obstruction that my youthful ignorance had allowed me to overlook. Was it there the whole time? How had I not seen something so obvious? I am reminded of the moment daily, as the idealization directly collides with a unique hope for my own future. As a child, I looked upon Dema with wonder, today, I am wrought with frustration, as I spend each day squinting for a glimpse of the top of the looming wall that has kept us here. It was upon my ninth year that I learned that Dema wasn’t my home. This village, after all of this time, was my trap.
Before I became realized, I had deep affection for Dema. There was a wonderful structure to the city that put my cares to rest. Streets and locations were dependable, and the responsibilities of the day seemed to be accomplished with minimal effort. Once a task was taught and understood, we delighted in our ability to complete our obligations timely, and felt secure in knowing tomorrow’s duties would be accomplished with the same efficiency. We all worked to represent our bishop with honor, and knew that each inhabitant of our region had a like-minded dedication to consistency.
Keons embodied the spirit of this dedication. Of Dema’s nine bishops, Keons was revered as unwavering and forthright, possessing the ability to achieve focus that was rare for most on our region. We all admired him, and felt honored to be inhabitants his region. While we had heard legend of the ruthlessness of other bishops, Keons possessed a stoic demeanor unlike anyone I had ever met, and we were all proud to serve.
  • Clancy
988 12MOON 01
ba_dge jpg
FPE citation
017 07MOON 17
Picture - trench - bandits
018 07 MOON 05
This entry is another letter from Clancy. The white squares on the outer edges of the image correspond to the letters "WAKE UP". It is titled _he_a_vy_.jpg typed, inverted, signed
They’re asleep. The night took forever to arrive, and now we’re almost
ready. We’ve studied the watchers and know that there’s no chance that
we can step through unnoticed. So, instead of trying to hide
ourselves, we’ll make sure that all of us are noticed. It’s been one
year since the last convocation, and tomorrow’s Annual Assemblage of
Glorified will be the biggest spectacle this concrete coffin of a city
has seen all year. If we time it right, we’ll divert the attention of
the watchers and finally take the step though. We’ve had no contact,
but we’re hoping the other side will be able to find a way in. We’re
not sure of the breach location, but we are willing to risk being
smeared in order to find it. We know that we must go lower, and wait
for the torches. They’ve never seen anything quite like this, and by
morning, everything will be different. I’m terrified and excited, all
at the same time. They don’t control us.
  • Clancy
022 03MOON 18
1619250308151109140519-Ø-919.jpg made me a weapon written, signed
What is this thing? This device? This gift? Some sort of neurological connection or expansion. Psychokinetic weapon?
This is absurd.
Why was this given to me? Why am I the only one that can weild it? Was this the reason that I survived? My mind is racing as I wait here on the rocks - staring off into the darkness. Waiting for our torches to be mirrored - the signal he told me to wait for.
It feels oddly familiar. Not the spikes in my hand, but the power it harnesses, I've felt it before. Is this also the source of those rumors I heard in the dark corners of the city? Legends and stories that I assumed were myth, inspired by children's nightmares - tales of what the bishops would use the bodies for. Those "honorable" citizens who acheived The Glorious Gone - referred to as available vessels.
It all begins to make sense.
The episodes I would have: the blood red vision, my dreams of flying, the out of body account of the rider in the river, the decaying hosts of the television show, the robed figures that commanded the doomed ship...
Had we all been "seized" by the bishops using this same technique? Is this where their power comes from? Are they immortal, or just feeding off the next body, giving their hosts a brief second-life? I am in my original life, why am I available to this control?
This whole time I thought I was battling my inner self. Was I actually under assault for something else? someONE else?
This small eerie island has made me a weapon. We both believe that we can use it to change the momentum of this war. Now, we must return to the mainland where they should be there to recieve is. We will destroy and rebuild. Though it's been years since he last spoke with them, I hope they have not lost faith in The Torchbearers plan.
But how could any of this have been planned?
  • Clancy
CLASS 3:
009 12MOON 29
unnamed-(1).jpg
d_e_ath__eat_erz
Vultures on wall
011 07MOON 08
se__elf picture of kid
017 07MOON 07
017_07MOON_07 typed signed
To refer to Dema as m[y] home has never felt accurate. Dema, t[o] me, has simply been the place that I’ve existed, or, the ‘slot’ they’ve put me in. I’ve heard stories abo[u]t the ide[a] of “home,” and its depiction has always seemed warm f[r]om the storyt[e]llers’s de[s]cription. [T]here was a romant[i]c ownership of the p[l]ace they inhabited that I admired, but cou[l]d never relate to. Thi[s] place, my p[l]ace, however, s[e]ems devoid of the romance and wond[e]r that the old stories tell. But somewhere between the iron order and infallible [p]recis[i]on of Dema, a hum of wo[n]der exists. It’s this quiet wonder that my mind tends to [g]ets lost in. This hope of discovery alone has birthed a new version of myself; A better version, I hope, that will find a way to experience what’s beyond these colossal walls.
  • Clancy
018 07 MOON 01
I.jpg vulture gif turning head (actual dates?)
018 07MOON 06
_they_ca_ntseeFCE300.gif torch gif
022 03MOON 17
is-ø-lat-ed.jpg written, signed
I haven’t had the ability to write for what seems like a lifetime. This deprivation is what weighed on me the most. Not the lack of food, or the change of scenery - they wouldn’t let me write anything down.
Well, at least not without them present …
I remember that day vividly. First, they let me out. Even though the hallway was still gray and drab, the new experience was a shock to my system - significantly different than usual captivity. I tried to match the rhythm of the nameless guard’s footsteps as we echoed down the long corridor. I followed close behind, as if I had no choice. Cold concrete encapsulated us and seemed to cast a spill of synthetic calmness. Obedience.
We arrived at a blue door. It was an odd contrast to this concrete maze. As I went through the doorway, I found myself in another typical gray Dema room. The only difference was who was waiting for me.
Four of them. Three of them were unknown to me, but one was clearly Keons. I knew his voice
They proposed an idea. A television show - or whatever it was. I had no idea that I was known outside of my cell, but they informed me that I had garnered notoriety for my schemes and outbursts. They wanted to use my face for the benefit of the city. They handed me a pen - a familiar instrument. Yet, they must be present when I use it. They wanted to manage my imagination and vision. Although shackled, at least I could create again.
Thus began the sessions.
Everyday my cell door would open. I followed the guard down the familiar hall, through the blue door, to sit down at the desk and chair. My designated creative space - perfectly centered under their watchful eye. Sometimes three, sometimes eight - not once were all nine present. He was never there. I would have felt it if he was.
At the end of the session, Keons would take my pen, gather my writings, and send me back. This went on for months.
What were we creating? I wasn’t sure. A variety show with songs and set pieces? Were the rulers of this stifled city actually attempting entertainment for its people? Everything I created had to be “for the benefit of the citizens of Dema” a phrase I heard often. I didn’t question them - I was happy to be out of my cell - and putting words to paper.
On the final day, I wrote the last line, I was asked to name it? The question caught me off guard. This seemed like a decision they would make.
Show Day: They dressed me up and asked me to smile a poor attempt at hiding my sleep deprivation. It was all so colorful, as if compensating for the grayness of the city.
It was a blur. Before I knew it, it was over, and I was back in my cell. I can only remember fragments - only blurred hallucinations of color and chaos - like a dream. The confusion of it all hangs overhead. What was it all for?
… but it wasn’t over
I guess it went well enough for them to request more of me. I was useful to Dema, and my creativity was exploited in new forms - They wanted me to be the entertainment at the Annual Assemblage of the Glorified - a performance at sea for the premiere citizens of Dema.
I knew those weren’t the real bishops on that ship.
I’ll quicken the entry - I need to keep up with the Torchbearer.
During the performance, we were attacked by something in the water. I don’t know what possessed the creature to attack, but it was odd, and felt incredibly intentional. Many lost their lives in the attack, and I was thrashed through the bitter cold waves, yet somehow survived. Did this icy cold preserve me? Why was I spared? I am still so cold as I write.
This place feels foreign - nothing like Trench. From the frigid sea, the air here is somehow colder than the water that surrounds it. I have a strange feeling that this island will provide answers.
I must go.
  • Clancy
024 02MOON 28
__cla_im00FFFF letter, typed not signed
I found a way in. A way they'll never suspect, and a way they'll never understand. Everything about our cause is so hard for them to understand, but so close to the hearts of the glowing resistance. I can reach them all. I can recruit everyone with eyes that see beyond the horizon. I can teach them. They can learn what I've learned, and fly by all of the constructs Dema has placed in front of them. We will take it back.
CLASS 4:
017 02MOON 12
_ .jpg picture of yellow lines to mark “we are banditos” in next letter and numbers that spell trench
018 07MOON 01
e_sr_eve_r.jpg typed/ lines taped together signed
A lifeless light surrounds us each night. Never could I imagine that something so luminous could feel so dark. It’s this glow that reminds us of the dreamless existence we’ve been sentenced to. But what I call a sentence, others accept as normalcy. How did they so efficiently eradicate the dreams within us? When the bishops instituted Vialism as mandate, they effectively reversed the hope that many arrived with.
Am I the only one who realizes that we’ve been lied to? Am I the only one not afraid of the notion that the nine have hijacked our trust, and extinguished the hope that once motivated our existence? We used to close our eyes and picture a better life, now this city is full of dry eyes caught in a trance of obedience, devoid of any trace of an identity. The only significant light I’ve seen has been in the eyes of those smeared - such a curious sight, to see bright eyes strangled by the darkness of bishop hands. As their penance fades, so dims their memory of something more. My hope of something more is all I have in this rigid tomb, and I will not let it die.
  • Clancy
018 07MOON 08
2_1_2.gif inverse jumpsuit pic that matches shape of letter from 018 07moon08
022 03MOON 18
W-eap-@on.jpg image of psychokinesis / seize Keons
CLASS 5:
013 01MOON 08
_ti_su_p map of dema compass missing
_ti_su_p.png sev_ering__tiez 3 blanks
018 07MOON 05
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I can’t believe what I just saw. I'm still trying to understand. This whole time I was sure I was all alone - a single soul in this vast unknown world. But a few days into this trek, I looked down to see a figure headed the same way I was. I’ve tucked myself in these caves and crevices, trying my best to keep hidden, but he was out in the open, making his exhausted journey right down the middle of Trench. I was curious enough to follow alongside the path with him. He seemed unaffected by the fear of the unknown - the fear that tends to cripple me. To him, the terrain seemed familiar, as if he had been out here before.
While lost in my curiosity, they appeared. I had heard about them back in Dema, but to my knowledge, the stories were merely myth. Ten, twenty, and then what seemed to be a hundred Banditos appeared upon the cliff, all looking down at him. He only stopped for a moment to look back up at them, and then continued on his way. His energy changed, and I wasn’t sure if he was frightened or encouraged by their ominous presence.
They warned him of what was about to come.
It was a blur. First seeing the figure, then the Banditos, only to now have my eyes opened to the oncoming Bishop upon a white horse drawing closer in the distance.
The figure halted, and waited. When the Bishop stopped, I was sure he looked up, directly at me, so I hid deeper back in a cave. The presence of the robed rider seemed to paralyze the man. He stood still as he was approached, powerless as the outstretched hands smeared his neck. I had never seen a Bishop possess power like this. Keons had always seemed gentle and warm - this Bishop, at least out here, seemed like something else.
So I ran, and I’ve been running for as long as my legs and lungs can handle. Maybe this note will be my proof that what I witnessed was not a dream. A million questions race through my brain. Am I not the only one traveling through Trench?
I’ll travel a little further, and maybe I’ll get a moment of rest tonight. I may have made a mistake, leaving. This spot, between two places, is beginning to feel like an endless and hopeless abyss. At least Dema is a place that I know, and at times like this, I miss a lot about what I know. This will all be much tougher than I imagined. Nothing out here is familiar. I’ve witnessed the presence of others for the first time today, and I feel more alone than ever. Cover me.
  • Clancy
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These campfires feel like home, as I stare deeply into them, finding more and more clarity. They tried to tell us we were different. But the flame that burns inside of me is the same fire I've found on the hilltops of Trench. The Banditos have lived their rebellion, and a resistance is growing inside the concrete walls - one powerful enough to burn out all of the stale teachings, and usher in true hope and a path to actual life. We march in the morning. The revolution shall arrive with the sun.
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2024.06.01 10:45 Ready-Bat-8824 May 2024 Hilaria Baldwin’s IG Recap = 5 Posts or “The Baby Also Has Sewer Slippers?!?”

May 2024 Hilaria Baldwin’s IG Recap = 5 Posts or “The Baby Also Has Sewer Slippers?!?”
~Hillary & Alec’s IG Stats~
  • January 2024 = Hillary 17 posts & Alec 28 posts
  • February 2024 = Hillary 8 posts & Alec 20 posts
  • March 2024 = Hillary 2 posts & Alec 21 posts
  • April 2024 = Hillary 4 posts & Alec 15 posts
  • May 2024 = Hillary 5 posts & Alec 28 posts
Hillary’s IG Stats Overview
  • May 2022 = 433 posts including the Chantecaille Episode = Hilz received lotions from luxury brand Chantecaille and posted a pic of Edu in a diaper with said lotions. The company didn’t repost, nor did they partner with her. Two days later, she donned her sewer slippers and accosted unsuspecting “needy” people, handing them gifts bags filled with Chantecaille lotions and $50 bills (and recorded herself doing so).
  • May 2023 = 18 posts including the infamous “humpy yoga” fiasco featuring unnerving eye contact.
Every choice in this video was wilder than the last.
  • May 2024 = 5 posts
~Recap~
  • May started with Alec appearing on the “Our Way with Paul Anka and Skip Bronson” podcast. I tried recapping it, but it was basically three boring privileged old white men rambling about their wealth and privilege. Anka’s description of living in a “Murdoch built” gated community near Malibu near the “good airport” – to avoid the unwashed masses at LAX one presumes – was where I gave up on the recap idea and just listened with a scowl.
  • Some lowlights:
On Having More Kids & Moving to Vermont
Alec: Well, in my family now, I'm the only person I know who drops four kids off at school in the morning and comes home and I still have three kids waiting for me. When I get home, I have seven - I have eight children. Ireland, my oldest daughter who's married, Ireland has a baby, and she and her boyfriend are living in Oregon. And I met my wife and I got remarried and I had seven kids in nine years. It's crazy. (I think you meant to say, “my wife is batshit crazy.” The devil is in the details, Zander)
And then, all of a sudden, I met my wife, who I love dearly, (I think he repeats this in virtually every interview to counter the years of talking shit about Kim Basinger) every time the baby would get to be two years old, we’d go, maybe it's time for one more baby, one more baby, so we have seven kids. But we're actually selling our house, moving to Vermont. We bought a place in Vermont, and I'm trying to get everybody to start to acclimate up there…I think my wife wants a little change of scenery now, it's so crowded out here…I love Vermont. It's so peaceful. We got a great deal. We got fifty-five acres; house was built in 1792. It's very pretty.
The Kids Want Alec Around All the Time
Host: What do you do away from your family? Meaning, do you play golf? Do you play tennis?
Alec: I play tennis all summer...The thing that's happened in these last ten years, especially the last three or four years, is my kids are used to me being around…I mean they really rely on that… when I'm gone, they're like, you know, they're on FaceTime. If I travel to go away for a couple of days to get a paycheck, they’re on my FaceTime going you know, where are you? What are you doing? You know, they're completely baffled when I go away. (God bless those kiddos and I’m preeetttttty sure they rely on Leonela/Leonetta a whole lot.)
Drug & Alcohol Use
Alec: Every day for two years, I think I snorted a line of cocaine from here to Saturn. We did one on the rings of Saturn. Then we came home. We took it back home. I mean, cocaine was like coffee back and everybody was doing it all day. I did a lot of coke and then I and then February 23rd, 1985…I stopped doing drugs and my drinking increased, which is they tell you that's going to happen, and that did happen. I just started drinking. I mean, and the thing, I miss drinking. I don't miss drugs at all, but I do miss drinking. I like to drink. (I appreciate next to nothing about this man, but I appreciate the honesty of this statement).
Host: But because you don't drink, and because you don't do drugs, what do you do? Do you meditate? What do you do to deal with the pressures of the outside, you know, forces, (I think you mean “lawsuits”, Paul) what do you do to get away from that?
Alec: (deadpan) Drink. I drink. I lied; I've been drinking nonstop since 1985. I lie. I tell people I'm sober and I drink my balls off. (Laughs) But no, I do miss drinking, I must say…New York relaxes me. I walk around and I see aspects of it that I've never seen before. I look at a building and I'll go, my god, I never noticed that about that building. Those doors. You know. New York is like a European city. You walk around and keep your eyes open. And I have lunches and coffee with my friends. (Um is he talking about the owner of Madman Espresso? Because that’s the only coffee related person we’ve ever seen him around.) And, I'd like to get out of here because the city is chaotic. (But also relaxing? What the hell?) But we live in the village. It's a little bit more residential. I love New York. I go to the symphony and the opera and the ballet all the time, you know, pretty regularly. But I do try to meditate. Meditating with seven children is like trying to play ping pong on the deck of an aircraft carrier. It's a real pain in the ass. (But they rely on you, Alec?!?!)
  • Back on IG, Alec commented on a video that Ireland posted of Kim Basinger and Ireland’s partner, André, playing with baby Holland, apparently in the backyard of Kim’s home. The doting abuelo’s comment was “I know that pool deck!” – dude, say something, ANYTHING, about your daughter’s child.
He probably screamed at poor Kim on that pool deck.
An irate comment on Alec's IG: \"I cannot believe he is wearing street shoes on those floors!\" Now deleted.
  • People magazine published a puff piece entitled “Alec Baldwin Is 'Understandably Worried' as His Rust Involuntary Manslaughter Trial Looms” (Exclusive Source). Here’s what the exclusive source Yoel had to say:
    • "Alec is stressed. He is understandably worried."
    • "He has an excellent legal team. I don't think anyone is thinking jail time but given the decision for Ms. Gutierrez-Reed it’s hard to know."
    • "You have to understand that at the end of the day Alec is a professional actor, so when he's on set, you wind him up, you say action, he pulls out the gun and does whatever he's supposed to do on his job. Then suddenly he's facing criminal charges. It's like, how did that even happen?"
  • In real news, the manslaughter charging document was released – interesting read!
  • Surprisingly, Alec did not post a tribute to his wife to honor her “mi cultura upbringing” on the first Sunday in May - when it's celebrated in Spain.
  • On May 6th, Alec’s lawyers vultures-for-hire filed additional motions to have the case dismissed while Said the Pap for hire posted a pic of himself with Crackhead Barney (who was wearing not much besides some Daisy Dukes a la Hillary Lynn) and Alec was spotted in the wild (with a nanny in tow, because only the peasants walk around without staff).
Imagine having to listen to this guy bloviate in addition to raising his kids.
A pepino prayer: Lord, keep the nannies safe and sane. Amen.
  • Over on his scintillating IG account, Alec posted the news that he will be co-directing a production of Macbeth with Geoffrey Horne for Shakespeare Downtown this summer. Good thing this will be in June, because there might be a bit of a scheduling conflict for Alec in July.
  • Alec posted two pictures of Edu: one totally scrunched in a too-small stroller and one making the patented Baldwin duck lips. Against all logic, the pic of the kid perched on a tiny stroller became the picture Alec chose as his new profile pic.
  • On Mother’s Day, Alec dug deep, looked back on his grid, landed on this picture he first posted in December 2023 and said, “this is the one!” It features Alec, his wife, one of their 7 kids, two very hungry caterpillars, and stars the ubiquitous Madman Espresso single use coffee cup. ¡Feliz día de la madre, Híláríá!
Low effort personified.
Obsessed with the one and only comment this video garnered: “what’s the stethoscope for?”
Oh Daniel, where to begin?
\"To be honest\" is not a phrase typically associated with Grifty McGrifter.
  • The day a judge heard the motion to throw out Alec’s indictment was also Romeo's birthday so Hillary posted a story (#2 of 5 posts) of her, Alec, and the birthday boy as well as a grid video collage set to John Lennon’s “Beautiful Boy” (#3 of 5 posts) – a solid choice, nothing bad to say here. Alec, on the other hand, did not make a happy birthday post but found time to repost a “Crush the Can” fundraising campaign video from the Baldwin Fund. These videos are not good, if only they had connections to folks the filmmaking industry…
Bye, Wig!
  • A public service announcement for the Reddit Cares brigade: not posting about a kid’s birthday on IG or not liking a family member’s IG post is not usually an issue. I am well aware that countless people live offline and exchange private messages; however, we are gathered here today and most days to talk about Alec and “Hilaria” Baldwin. They use social media, and IG in particular to cultivate a brand/façade/public persona. Given that, liking/not liking or posting/not posting is of note. This concludes our announcement.
  • Listen, at this point in the game, I am HERE for Said the Pap. I am just going to lean into the theory that he’s an agent of chaos and a savvy social critic because this picture is a true gift to this sub. Live long and prosper, amigo.
Tiny. Baby. Sewer. Slippers. And is she holding a phone?? Call for help, sweet pea.
  • On the day of Holland's first birthday, StepAbuela Hilly posted a “candid” shot of her and her three oldest boys, skipping through NYC in a light rain (post #4 of 5). When I tell you I cranked up the Gypsy Kings, poured a sangria, and flamenco flurried my way over to the comments – and was delighted:
    • u/FamousOhioAppleHorn: When I see a woman dressed like that in FL, I know she's gonna buy 5 Hour Energy, cigs and scratch off tickets while telling everyone her entire life story.
    • u/NightOwlsUnite: Subway...in fucking slippers. She's a walking germ factory. If and when the next pandemic hits, thank her.
    • u/smallpepino: Typhoid Larry.
    • u/Sun_will_rise_again: Those slippers are going to walk themselves to the trash…. They’re DONE, they’ve been through enough 🚮 Also this looks like something Britney Spears would write…. Just a jumble of random shit.
    • u/ ca17miledrive: There she is again. The Dope of Greenwich Village.
    • u/MallorcanMalarkey: The rain in Spain falls mainly on the insane.
So many pockets, so little common sense.
  • Since Hilly is being so shy about showing her face. It’s a good thing the trusty folks at the Daily Mail have no such qualms. Alec and Guest Baldwin attended the 25th anniversary of a pretentious restaurant that gleefully reposted a picture of the duo calling them “amazing stars.” Restaurant Sirs, you have been bamboozled.
Maybe she should have kept the sweatshirt from the other day on her head?
MichWho was also there - if only Hillary's mallet could tap some life into the frozen tundra of Mich's mask/face.
  • Also, is this iteration of Hillary’s face giving Danielle Staub and/or Countess LuAnn vibes, or no?
Does one just ask for the squinty and taut special to get this face?
\"PeePaw\" just about took me out.
  • The next day a New Mexico judicial district judge denied the motion to dismiss the involuntary manslaughter case. This means that Alec must stand trial in July; sometimes the judicial system works in the interest of fairness. If nothing else, it is gratifying to know that he is spending through the nose to mount this legal defense.
  • With her usual ham-fisted timing, Hilz got to work and posted a grid video (#5 of 5) of Alec showing his phone to Ilaria Sin Hache (props to u/Longjumping-Stage647 for the moniker). It’s cute – who doesn’t love a baby in a onesie trying to talk and toddling around? Hilz for damn sure knows the value of her “vending machine of joy” and captioned her video: “I want dada, I want dada”….shes talking more and more. This is her first sentence 🤍. They love watching puppies together. The sweet things we are grateful for…that laughter. It calms the heart ⛅️”
23,791 of Hillary’s 989K followers liked this video.
  • Hilz responded to some comments and then a few zingers found their mark:
    • Commenter 1: Daddy’s little girl 💕💜💕💜
    • Hillary: “def…I was a little jealous…all our other 6 said mama first, but this one said dada 😂. All kidding aside…it’s such a beautiful relationship. Gives him life and strength ❤️”
    • Commenter 2: Such a sweet little one. I miss your updates. Come back ❤️
    • Hillary: I will…I promise 💚
    • Commenter 3: This is a cute sitcom. Far from reality as many things on social media. But cute and happy, and that is what we want to see. Not the maids, fights, and tantrums
    • Commenter 4: Awe so cute! Grandparents are the best!!!
  • May 26th was the two-year anniversary of Carol Baldwin’s passing and Alec posted a picture of the two of them captioned (verbatim): “two years ago today Your work continuesWe all miss you”
Alec was more effusive in his RIP post about Sam Rubin, an LA entertainment reporter who passed, than about Carol.
  • I offer you Billy Baldwin’s caption for the picture of himself and his mother the same day:
    • My Mom: Honey... HOOOOONNEEEEYY!!!
    • Me: Yeah Mom!!!
    • My Mom: Do me a favor??
    • Me: Sure Mom.
    • My Mom: Go grab me the... the... the whatchamacallit?
    • Me: The what?
    • My Mom: You know... the thingamajig that has that little doohickey on the side. It's in the kitchen junk drawer next to the whooziwhats!!!
    • This never meant the same thing twice but every time she said it... I knew exactly what she wanted. Gone two years today. Smart, funny, tough, wacky, wild... and a heart of gold. Miss you dearest Mama!!! ♥️
  • Maybe Alec couldn’t focus on a more heartfelt tribute to his mother because was distracted by his wife’s unusual move of taking an Uber – quite normal for many but for Hillary My Ancestors Arrived on the Mayflower Hayward- Thomas, it’s usually a private car double parked for maximum chaos or sewer slippers slapping against the grime of NYC sidewalks, so this middle ground must have been confusing for PeePaw.
Your body is nice, Hillary. You don't need the alien appendages on the right or the multiple bras at once on the left.
  • Alec’s defense team added 9 new witnesses on the last day they were permitted to do so (5/6/24) and did not provide witness statements. Prosecutors argued that this was done in bad faith and that “the State has now been prejudiced by the defendant's strategy to gain a tactical advantage as the State is unable to file pretrial motions as it relates to the new witnesses, is unable to properly investigate the statements of the witnesses and list its own new witnesses to refute the testimony of the belatedly disclosed witnesses.” So on 5/31, the prosecutors moved to exclude the witnesses from the trial. Stay tuned…
  • As this legal mess was going down, Alec and Hillary made their signature move: a staged pap walk in NYC wearing ill-fitting clothes, clutching phones and Madman Espresso products. How the mightily mediocre have fallen…
YES u/SteakAmazing8963: \"It’s so funny that she has nowhere to go in her new big pants. Just like her long coat that she was so proud of a little while ago. She buys this stuff and wears it for a pap walk and then that’s it. Back to the shiny leggings and slippers.\"
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2024.06.01 08:43 serendraig_7 Australian folk **SALES** I'm a mad bargain hunter & I feel rude not sharing these - Amazon, Target, Toys R Us for move Barbie & Ken, Skipper & fashionistas + rebodying extra minis for Chelsea & miraculous ladybug for Skipper/Stacie (note in comments)

Australian folk **SALES** I'm a mad bargain hunter & I feel rude not sharing these - Amazon, Target, Toys R Us for move Barbie & Ken, Skipper & fashionistas + rebodying extra minis for Chelsea & miraculous ladybug for SkippeStacie (note in comments) submitted by serendraig_7 to Barbie [link] [comments]


2024.06.01 08:35 TrusticTunic26 Hope Chapter 1 [Fantasy - 6000 words]

Chapter 1: Hope’s 16th Birthday
As the rays of the sun hits her eyes Hope Moonshine wakes up excited, she was waiting for this day for all her life
She jumps out of her bed and rushes to her mom's room excited and she accidentally flung the door open too fast making a loud cranking noise waking her mother, Queen Matilda up
"Oops didn't mean to wake you up" hope said awkwardly"Honey I know you are excited for your birthday but you need to be patient the sun has just risen everyone is still asleep" Matilda said tiredly, "please go back to sleep darling you will have a long day today and you will need the energy, your party wont be begin till noon"
"Ok mom, sorry for waking you up" said Hope as she was trying to close the door slowly enough that it doesn't crank but it still did "Not an issue dear", said Matilda
As the door closed Matilda took a deep breath and closed her eyes her emblem on her right shoulder a pink diamond glowed she opened her eyes and she made a finger gun with her right hand pointing at the hinges and a shiny pink light zaps comes out of her index and zaps the hinges, the beam turns into a hand and it open the door and then closes without making a cranking noise, "I should have done that a long time ago" said Matilda
She removes the blankets from her bed to reveal she is already clothed for a serious occasion, as she goes towards the mirror she is wearing a long cyan dress that trails all the way to her feed her top being smartly tight with short shoulder sleeves, she puts on long white gloves and glances over her diamond ring she lets out a small sigh and frown and puts it on, she trances over the mirror for a few seconds before snapping out of it, and she looks over to a miniature painting of her an her daughter when she was 6 she picks it up and smiles "I know you are eager dear you won't have to wait for long"
After Matilda ready's herself she open her window and conjures a light bird of the palm of her hand, the bird flew off to Hope's room where it sees her lying in her bed on her stomach, the bird soon returns to Matilda's room and land on her palm her eyes glows for a moment and the bird fizzes into a yellow cloud, "Well it looks like she actually listened not very common of her to do so, it means I can continue to do my plan unobstructed" she said with a smile.
Matilda leaves her room and walk across the hallway to the main hall then she claps her hand twice, and snap her finger, suddenly a figure jumps into the window it spins 180° and a muscular women stands up, she has a scar on her left cheek and short brown hair, she wore knight armour that cuts of at her shoulder emblem that looks like a dark grey shield.
"At your service my queen", she said with a salute
Matilda is startled for a moment, but then composes herself, "Sally there is no need for you to enter that way you can just wait for me at the hall entrance", she said.
"I was scouting the perimeter we have to make sure this place is safe and to make sure no one can harm the princess at her important day, I was up all night with my team searching every corner of the upper ring for any danger and-" Sally was abruptly cut off by Matilda.
"It was not your fault Sally, there is no need for you to prove yourself to me" Matilda said remorsefully, "You tried your best so you must eventually forgive yourself it wasn't anyone fault, it truly came from nowhere"
Sally's serious expression break into expression of regret as she shamefully looks at the ground
"Now is not time to punish ourselves over who we failed to protect but to make sure my daughter has a great birthday" Matilda said with determination
Sally's expressions of regret turned to a smile, "Yes my Queen, me and the royal guards have spent last few weeks clearing a safe path from the upper ring to the more presentable areas of the lower ring that ends at the great barrier" Sally says with a salute.
"Well I trust your judgement, you are now dismissed" said Matilda
Sally goes down the stairs of the central hall towards the doors "I won't mess up again" Sally said with determination
"Oh Houston" Matilda said while turning her head left and right, "where is he when I need him",
"I am right here your majesty" Houston whispered from behind, Matilda was startled and was annoyed on how everyone seems to sneak up on her, "Sorry for spooking you" said Houston as he polished his monocle "We are well prepared to begin celebration soon" he said as his hand pointed towards the empty hall.
Matilda stared at him, he then clapped his hands and an army of servants entered the hall setting up the chairs and tables, followed up by waiters quickly setting food on the table, and then 6 waiters came together to slowly lift the large 4 layered birthday cake with a milk white colour with chocolate cream on top of each layer, with "happy birthday Hope" spelled with strawberry topping on the side of each layer, with the glowing yellow number "16" candle at the top.
"As I was saying my Queen" Houston started "We just need to wait for the guests to arrive, I will let you know when you can call your daughter" Houston stops from a moment "Do you want anything else your majesty or am I dismissed?" he asked.
"You are dismissed Houston" said Matilda
Matilda walks up to Hope's room and slowly opens the door to find her laying in her bed
"One thousand one hundred and forty-two" Hope counted to herself, she paused and took a deep sigh, and tried to continue but then paused scratching her head "Um One-".
she was interrupted by her mother saying "Thousand one hundred and forty-three", "Unable to sleep dear?" She said with a smile, Hope gasped and she had the biggest smile in her face, her mother was a bit startled and asked "what is it you are smiling at?".
Hope pointed at her, jumped from her bed and as she was taking heavy breathes pointing at her mother clothes, "You don't sleep in this" she takes a deep breath and exclaims "which means I have got to get ready" and she runs to her closet to pick up something to wear.
Matilda takes a glance down at her clothes and rolls her eyes "so much for a surprise"
"I am ready mom" Hope said ecstatically, she was wearing a beautiful turquoise dress which complemented her hair colour styled in two plates with with joined with a pink band and wearing her favourite golden necklace,
"That was quick" her mother commented
As they enter the main hall a bunch of guests are seated drinking beverages and helping themselves to freshly baked foods, "Attention everybody, I would like you to welcome the birthday girl" said Houston, everyone stopped what they were doing and turned their heads towards the princess.
She gets a bit nervous and let out an awkward "hey guys", she didn't recognize any of them but she had to pretend to know all of them while hoping they don't ask her if she knows them, they all continue to stare as she and her mother get seated.
Houston lets out a forced cough to break the awkward silence, he says "and now Princess that you have come here you may blow the candles", the table the cake was on was carried towards Hope and her mother seated on there high chair, Hope tries to mask her excitement as she takes a deep breath and gently blow the candles, which fire off the cake and make a small explosion spelling out "Happy Birthday Princess!", Hope's eyes lit with joy.
Trumpets play and two royal servants come into the hall holding a gold plated chest decorated with diamonds, the chest is slowly opened and a blinding bright light shined from inside it, "Go ahead dear" said Matilda as her eyes pointed to the chest.
Hope goes down towards the chest and slowly lowers her hand inside of it and grabs what inside, as she removes her hand from the chest it reveals her to be holding the magic wand, it had a purple handle with a sparkly cyan diamond at its back end and a translucent turquoise sphere at it top decorated with a white glowing shape which resembled the combination of a two star into two different planes inside, and topped off with a small yellow crown at the top
Hope's shoulder emblem a pink heart with a tiny crown on top of both curves starts glowing, she raises the top of the wand at eye level, "ooh what's this" she says as she tries to stick her finger inside it to touch the spinning star
"HOPE DONT" shouted her mother, as soon as hope touched it burnt her finger and she let out a painful screech and fires a yellow glowing beam fires from the wand at some guest who were quick enough to duck, it hits a glowing orange decorative plant crushing it against the wall,
"hehe this could have been worse", Hope said awkwardly, the wreckage catches fire...
"FIRE" yells Sally, the guards that were standing by the walls quickly moved and shoved away all nearby guest as Sally goes and faces the fire here shoulder emblem glows and she fires yellow beam at it from her hands she then she clenches her fist and the beam turns into water extinguishing the fire and a yellow cloud evaporates from it, she quickly turn over to Hope and rushes over to her "ARE YOU OKAY PRINCESS" she exclaimed worryingly.
"I am fine it's just my finger is a little -" before she finishes her sentence Sally picks her up and running with her in her arms and runs up to the door and out of the Palace.
Queen Matilda is left with the guests and lets out an awkward chuckle and says "so who wants some drinks?", "Please help yourself to the finest wines in the whole kingdom" she said as a servant reveals a bunch of wine bottles in gold coating, the guests all rushed to get a sip
"I am telling you I am fine it's just a little scratch its rude for me to leave suddenl-" Hope was interrupted by Sally kicking the door open.
"PA-" Sally yelled before being interrupted by a "SHHHH", she was shushed by a woman with a white robe that cut offs at the shoulder, and a hand crafted necklace made of cotton around her neck, she had red hair tied into a bun and a green plus sign as her shoulder emblem.
"Seriously Sally how many times do I have to tell you to be quiet in here" said healer Pam with frustration she lets out a sigh and asks, "So what seems to be the problem?" Sally pulls out Hope and holds her at arms length right Infront of her Hope lets out a "Hi".
Pam gasps "Oh my princess sorry I didn't know you were coming, are you hurt?"
"No not at all it's ju-" Hope was interrupted yet again it seems like although she is becoming a grownup no one seems to want to listen to her
"She burned herself quickly check up on her" commanded Sally as she lowered Hope to her feet, Pam glanced at her up and down
"Where was she hurt", asked her confused. Hope sheepishly pointed to her left index finger it was a bit red which could be easily seen as it contrasted with her smooth white skin, but it was also accompanied by a yellow 'liquid', Pam conjured a white napkin to clean the site of the injury and singled out the injured finger from Hope's hand and put her hand on it and made into a fist and then she took a deep breath and closed her eyes her shoulder mark started having a green glow for a few seconds and then it suddenly went dim, she opened her hand to find the finger fully healed like it was never even scratched.
"Oh wow t-thanks" said Hope with a smile.
"Oh it's nothing" said pam, she took out her napkin it had some yellow glowing spots of what looks like fluid except its it didn't soak in but floated around it, "I see you can use magic now, what was your first spell" Pam said with excitement.
"I-i just shot this out of the wand" she said as she pointed at liquid on the napkin that started evaporating considerably, she then lowered her voice and talked faster "and it hit a plant and set it on fire" she was saying as she looked at the floor, Pam laughed and Hope was starting to blush.
"Oh don't worry dear we all mess up at the start, when I first started I accidentally broke a boy's arm" Pam said with a laugh.
"Is he okay now?" Hope asked with curiosity
"Well when I was your age healing wasn't what it is today they just put his arm in a cast and said if he was lucky his arm would be usable in three years", "I never was interested in healing like my mom but I wanted to fix my mistake so I studied and practiced for months to focus my healing and one day it just clicked, I got back to him and I was able to heal his arm and this happiness a patient feels when they are treated makes this all worth it" she let out a calm sigh and continued "It was not an easy journey but in just 8 years I was able to reach my peak"
"Eight years?" Hope said in disbelief
"Don't worry your path is way longer than mine my peak is at least four levels lower than you" Pam said with a grin
"It isn't that huge difference right?" Hope inquired hoping her journey wont be in the double digits because that's a very long time
Pam laughed and then said "Oh it way larger than it looks, but don't worry royals don't have a peak at least not one that one knows off" she put her hand on Hope's shoulder "Don't let the long road overwhelm you as long as you are better than yesterday you will be a great princess"
Hope smiled at her and said, "Thanks a lot Pam"
"So is everything alright with her, she stuck her finger into the wand are you sure there wont be any complications" asked Sally
"She will be alright she might have lost her finger if she went deeper and then It will actually a challenge to fix, but this is what pain reflexes are for, it a blessing in disguise", replied Pam
Sally clapped her hands and said "Well we got to go now we cant keep the guests waiting thanks for your help Pam"
Hope looked over to her and said "You should come over it's my birthday you can go change the setting", "No dear being a Healer is big commitment what if someone is in need of assistance and I am not here but I appreciate the gesture, maybe I could arrange my schedule to be there next time, go enjoy yourself".
"Pam the amputee is ready for his second regeneration session" a voice called.
"The what?" exclaimed Hope.
"Oh it's a bit graphic you really don't want to see it, I got to go now send your mother my regards" replied Pam as she ran over to a patient
Sally and Hope went to the door and left.
"You know I was really fine, it was just a scratch" Hope said as she looked up to Sally, "It's kind of rude to just leave the guests hanging I could have just sucked it up-"
Hope tried to continue when Sally muttered under her breath "I won't forgive myself".
"What was that?" asked Hope.
"Nothing, it's just you can never be so sure and no one was stupid enough to stick there finger in the wand I was just making sure but since it wasn't serious we don't need to worry" Sally said with an anxious fake smile, Hope sensed there was something off about her tone but she didn't want to push Sally into an uncomfortable spot so she left it at that
Sally and Hope make it back to the palace and Matilda rushes to her daughter "Oh dear are you ok"
She said as she gave her girl a hug, Everyone was staring and Hope got a bit embarrassed "yeah Mom I am ok" Hope said, Matilda stood up and was about to say something before Hope pre-emptively said, "I know I know it was pretty stupid from me to to do what I did, I know the wand is not a toy and I promise I will be more careful with it" she said while avoiding eye contact
Matilda smiled and said "Well I appreciate that you understand that you messed up but that not what I wanted to say" Hope made eye contact and Matilda continued "As princess and future queen we will have you visit the LOWER RING" Matilda took her daughter's hand "Sure its not the safest or best place in the kingdom but a hermit ruler is a bad ruler"
Hope got extremely excited over this as she always wanted to see the rest of the kingdom the Lower ring, the Outer ring but she was always told no because Sally's word "It's way to dangerous, you are not ready, you aren't old enough" or her mother's word "Is there something there that you cant find at home?, The place isn't very hygienic" but how bad could it be it was still under the rule of the Moonshines. Life in the Upper ring and the palace get boring after a while, why would she wants to stay put there when there a whole world to explore?
"The escorts are waiting for us outside those who want to go with us are welcome to go" Said Matilda looking at the guests with a forced smile almost knowing the reaction. All of them tried to mask there faces of disgust as if Matilda just asked them to bathe in mud or even worse she said that the food at the legendary "façade haut de gamme" was just an overpriced scam. They didn't look very impressed, Matilda coughed and asked "Well?".
One couple went towards the exit and when they got to Matilda the man said "We are truly flattered by your invite my queen but I am afraid we have something important to do" the man paused and scratched his head trying to think of an excuse Hope looked over him and asked
"What's more important to than a trip to see the rest of kingdom its not like we can always get to do it" with an ecstatic smile the woman who was scratching her head stopped as if she got an idea she went over looked to Hope with a stupid fake smile and said
"Well sweetie we forgot to sign up our son for school and registration will be closing today" she turned over to her husband and elbowed him in ribs and asked "Isn't that right honey?"
The man nodded in agreement and they walked out and they led out an audible sigh and when they were just outside of earshot the man told his wife "Moonshines huh? You would think after what happened a decade ago they would get the memo" the woman looked back at the Queen then waved and looked back at her husband and said
"She is weak if this happened to me I will make sure those pigs wish they weren't born".
Following into there footsteps and sensing an opening other guests decided to excuse themselves outside and at this point Matilda stopped resisting she knew some wouldn't want to go but she didn't think that many would go and she looked defeated Hope turned to her and said "Well mom we don't need those nose in the airers it's there loss anyways"
A woman walked up to them "She is right you know in-law" that woman was Hope's paternal aunt Mary, she had short blonde hair and brown eyes wearing a yellow dress for the occasion "The only reason any off these arrogant buffoons came here is societal expectations much like basically everything here" she said while rolling her eyes "and they all dipped the second they had the chance, come on lets go"
As they walked past the doors Sally was standing just outside the door scanning the setting with her eyes, her eyes wandered and locked with Mary "You should relax Sally no need for you to be so tense" she said with a smile she then changed her tone suddenly and said with a frown and a in a low voice that Hope and Matilda couldn't hear "Me and Matilda can protect ourselves and we aren't relying on you and my niece was under my protection since she was six, all you need to do is drive the horses and look menacing" and then she put her hand on her shoulder and smiled and said with an audible voice "So you can feel a lot more at ease dear", Sally tried hid her feeling of guilt with a fake smile "Let's go" said Mary joyfully
Everyone got on the horse driven chariot, just a classical chariot nothing magical about it, it's a very ineffective method of transport but one of the most relaxing ones
"HEEEEEY WAIT FOR ME" yelled a girl from as she was she surfing a purple cloud wearing a long sleeved purple sweater and blue pants as she got closer she tried to slow down by tilting her body backwards but she lost control and started flying at high speeds towards Hope
"EM SLOW DOWN" shouted Hope.
"I CANT BRACE FOR IMPACT" they both closed there eyes with their arms covering there eyes but just before contact she was caught effortlessly by Sally one hand and her cloud in the other she crushed the cloud in her fist into yellow mist that faded away and put the girl on her feet she then crossed her arms and looked down and barked
"Miss Emberlynn Springfield you should know how dangerous using magic without experience is, and you can't just rely on something you can't even responsibly use to make up for your own lack of punctuality"
Ember looked taken aback but she didn't want to look stupid so she snapped back with "I didn't know Hope is celebrating her birthday early in the morning, birthdays are a night activity".
Sally who was crossing her arms now raised her eyebrow and simply replied with,"Lies you were told everyday for the last week not my fault you can't seem to be able to be punctual friend's birthday, do you simply not care?".
Ember now looked embarrassed and now was rolling her finger around her dyed purple hair "M-M-My rooster didn't wake me up" she said with a smile while shrugging her shoulder as if she is asking question and the question was 'will Sally let the lecture go'.
"This doesn't matter now anyways it's that Ems is here" interjected Hope with excitement as she put her arm around Ember's shoulder "We shouldn't be wasting time let's go" she said as she punched her hand up in the sky.
Matilda, Hope, Ember and Mary entered the Chariot while Sally rode one of the two horses moving it while the other was being moved by an over-armoured and visibly nervous man.
"Calm down Edmund its just a short trip by a defined path we will be in an out in an hour or two" commanded Sally looking at Edmund clearly getting tired of his lack of confidence.
"I am trying but its such a big deal, escorting not one not two but three royals into the lower ring, I am not sure if I can do this, If I mess up-- I am too young for the consequences" he said clearly on the edge of panic
Sally slapped her hands on his cheeks "Edmund calm down you can do this I know you can" she said, Edmund seemed to calm down a bit "The whole path is being heavily guarded you and me are the last line of an extremely deep wall of defences we are most likely just going to be there for company" she looked back at the cart and said "and besides it's not like the royals can't protect themselves, they are much stronger than us after all"
"That's what they said about fre-" Edmund mumbled before putting his hand on his mouth mid sentence, Sally expression changed to that of anger.
"What did you just say?" she barked.
Edmund realising his mess up and started shaking "Um- I was talking about ---- the nice weather we are having" he said trying to pretend that this wasn't the stupidest attempt at backtracking, before Sally was going to give him a piece of her mind Mary stuck her head out and said in annoyed tone
"Hey I am not getting any younger here", Sally and Edmund looked forwards and shook the horse reins and they got moving forward
As they got to the edges of the Upper ring they reached translucent yellow barrier "We are reaching the barrier you might feel a tickle" proclaimed Sally.
As the horse crossed the barrier the barrier walls phased through the cart and it phased through Mary and Matilda there shoulder emblems glowed a four pointed star and a diamond respectfully in a yellow hue when it got to Hope and Ember the cart got to a sudden halt and they were thrown forwards Hope fell on her mother while Ember face was slapped into the barrier which was at this point halfway through the cart.
Sally opened the door "Everyone ok" she took one look at Ember and let out an annoyed sigh she dragged her hand out of the cart and asked while trying to hide her frustration "Show me your emblem"
Ember scoffed and tried to tuck back her long sleeves but she couldn't get back enough and said while crossing her arms "I can't and I am not removing my shirt".
Sally wasn't having any of it and from tip of her index made a sharp grey magic beam, she flattened Ember's sleeve and made a small cut in her right shoulder showing a yellow star rotated slightly to the left, after the cut yellow gas evaporated from it "And this is why emblems aren't covered it's common knowledge Springfield" said Sally annoyed.
"My favourite shirt! This was very unnecessary" whined Ember and before she could say anything Sally went back to her horse leaving her alone she scoffed and went back to the cart and sat next to Hope crossing her arms.
"You okay there", asked Hope concerned.
"Yeah I am fine just another lecture", said ember looking at the windows
As Hope looked out the window the lower ring didn't seem so different from home, people dressed and walked smartly roads were clean but something was off she couldn't help but notice everyone wore long sleeves even though it was a summer and it's not proper etiquette and that's something else it was surprisingly hot, She took her head out through the windows "Hello stranger" she greeted a man walking nearby he took one solid look at her and looked towards her mother and Sally who was frowning and her hands free with her emblem glowing, he didn't say anything and turned back and proceeded to speed walk away in a few seconds he ditched the subtlety and ran away, Hope was pretty disappointed and got her head into the cart
"What did I do wrong?", Hope asked.
"Girl it's either because you were too friendly it felt fake" said Ember, Hope looked down "Or they were made to feel unwelcome by misses buzzkill in the driving seat" she remarked
A loud sound of crashing wooden boxes was heard and cart went to a halt
"What was that" commented Mary
"Something that isn't boring" Hope said with excitement before leaving the cart.
"Make sure all of them stay put in the cart I will be gone for a short while" said Sally to Edmund before running to the source of the sound Hope tried to follow her but was body blocked by Edmund with his arms crossed
"Sorry I can't let you go princess, Superior's orders", he glanced to the left of him to seeing Ember touching a fancy table Infront of a café just for it to poof into a yellow cloud,
"Ow splinters" she cried, the yellow cloud fizzled reveal a wooden table barely clinging to its shape with a bunch of makeshift wooden fixes that don't even match in colour
Edmund looked like he just saw a ghost and ran towards Ember who was now transforming outdoor expensive furniture into splinter traps
"Stop touching it" said Edmund before shooting out a grey magical hands towards her subduing her, "What's your deal" he scolded annoyed.
"No what's this place deal why is everything here so fake?" snapped Ember "You hearing this Hope this place is fa-" she then stopped and asked "Aye were is Hope?"
Edmund let her go and pulled on his hair "Oh no no no no no no no" he cried
"Is everything alright where is my daughter?" asked Matilda concerned, Edmund didn't know what to say but before he could make up an explanation Mary interjected
"Oh don't worry Mati she will be ok she is probably with Sally and besides she still has this necklace I gave her so I am sure she will be just fine" Mary said with her hand on Matilda's shoulder "and we can go have some tea and chit-chat while we wait I heard that Gilbert's tea shop has actually potable tea" she suggested Matilda sighed and decided to go with what Mary said and walked towards the shop. "What about me?" asked Ember, Edmund turned towards her with anger and barked "You are staying right here!".
"Sally where are you?" called Hope as she was walking she saw a little girl wearing a cute pink dress and smooth brown hair walking alone Infront of her, she approached her and asked
"Hey do you happen to see a tall lady around here?" she tapped on her shoulder to get her attention and suddenly a cloud of yellow gas evaporated out of her Hope and the little girl coughed and as the smoke cleared the little girl was wearing a poorly knit patchwork of randoms scraps of fabric and her hair was covered in dirt she had a brown circle on the side of her shoulder, Hope froze in shock "I- I am so sorry, it was an accident" she apologised "I can go get you a new dress or--" the girl just looked at Hope her eyes glanced her wand which was in her right hand as well as her royal emblem and then she started hyperventilating and burst into tears.
Hope got on to her knees and she gently put her hands on the girl's shoulder "Calm down calm down, it's alright, It's not your fault but mine"
"P-P-pwease do-don hu-hur meeee" the girl sobbed.
"What hurt you? no no no no" Hope explained trying to figure out from where the girl got the idea
Hope hugged the girl "Here calm down see I am friendly" she soothed, the girl seemed to calm down a bit and she started sniffing
She let her go and asked "So what's your name?"
"R-R-Rosie" replied Rosie.
"Ok Rosie I am so sorry for ruining your dress, do you remember were you got it from?" she asked
"Ms Bea had guys gib it to us" Rosie said
"Misses Bea huh" she wondered out loud "Well can you tell me were misses Bea is"
"Sowwy I can't tell you misses moonnnn" Rosie was saying before she looked she wanted to cry again
"Please don't cry" Hope pleaded "You don't need to tell me where you live just wait" Hope passed her wand to her left hand and put her now free hand to her pocket and pulled out a purple wallet and she pulled out a golden note with 50 written on it she passed the note to Rosie and said "Here give this to misses Bea and tell her I am so sorry for destroying your dress also" Rosie grabbed the note and stared at it, Hope pulled some wrapped candy she got from the party "Her have some candy too" the girl put her the note in her pocket and grabbed the wrapped candy she struggled with it a bit and she then passed it back
"Open it please" Rosie asked
"Oh you can't? it's quite simple here" Hope said she gently tapped the candy her emblem glowed for a moment and the wrapping fizzed out.
Rosie put the candy in her mouth and quickly chewed and swallowed it, she then gave Hope a hug, she let go after a moment "Thank you miss, Ms Bea says Moosines are scawy but aren't scawy"
"Scary why would we be scary" Hope asked in disbelief with a smile
Rosie looked around and said "I am sowwy I need to go" she turned back and ran away and took a turn and was just out of sight.
"You couldn't just stop causing trouble for one day? what did we pay you for?" Hope heard Sally barking.
The sound of Sally's voice came from an alleyway, as Hope entered the alley the clean white paint started fading into rotting maroon bricks and the smell became foul coming from the open dumpster "Ewwwww" Hope said as she lowered the lid to try and lessen the stench
"Hey you know it's rude to close the lid on someone trying to fetch themselves a meal" a bald man barked as he popped out like a jack in the box he had a white beard wearing over shoulder strapped brown pants with a black plastic bag for a shirt and a metal can of beans for a hat and his left eye with a grey iris spinning his shoulder emblem only consisted of a simple brown circle, Hope screamed and ran away "Oh beans was that a Moonshine?" the man asked himself "Well I probably should skip town" he said to himself with a goofy smile while snapping his fingers.
Hope stopped running and started panting "Now you are lucky I am not here in head bashing duty or I would have sent you to a one way trip to the Outer ring and the monsters there could deal with you" Hope heard Sally scolding, she walked to the end of the alleyway the place beyond it was extremely different people clothes were worn out in which the holes were covered up by half baked sewn rotting fabric the road didn't exist it was simply a dirt undefined path and walls were all made of rotting bricks same as that of the alley, windows were broken and the stench of garbage filled the air, Hope saw Sally tying up a bunch of muscular men with a magic rope.
Sally glanced over and saw Hope "Princess what are you doing here?" she asked with dismay the rope holding the gangsters vanished they got up and shook of the dust and looked up and saw Hope and they all ran away in terror "Moonshine here run awway". All of a sudden all the people went indoors and the windows were sealed shut with wood and hammered with nails and just like that the place looked like a ghost town.
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2024.06.01 05:04 twotubes Budget $6,500

I have a Tank Must Large Steel w/ Steel and Aligator. This is my 2nd luxury watch purchase. Cannot make up my mind….
Ronde Must de Cartier, 40 mm, mechanical automatic winding. Steel case and strap with an interchangeability system. $5,050 LOVE THE SIZE, CASUAL LOOK, BUT DO PEOPLE REALLY BUY A ROUND CARTIER? WENT IN TO BUY W/ CONFIDENCE, THEN SAW THE NEXT WATCH AND WAS STUNNED…
Santos-Dumont, large model 43.5mm, quartz movement. Steel case, 18K yellow gold bezel, gray dial, gray alligator strap, steel buckle. $6,050 NEVER LIKED THE SANTOS BUT I SAW THIS AND IT CHANGED MY MIND. BEAUTIFUL BUT A DRESS WATCH. LOVE YELLOW GOLD VS ROSE BUT QUARTZ?
Santos-Dumont, large 43.5mm, high autonomy quartz (~ 6 years). Steel case, silver dial. Strap in navy blue alligator, steel buckle. $4,200 NOW THAT I AM CONSIDERING SANTOS DO I SAVE AND GO WITH STEEL SINCE IT’S QUARTZ AND KEEP IT VERSATILE?
Santos-Dumont, extra-large 46.6mm, mechanical movement, manual winding. Steel case, silver dial. Navy blue alligator leather strap, steel buckle. $6,250 OR DO I GO FOR THIS XL MECHANICAL?
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