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2024.05.21 21:22 Arbrand We Joined a Cult as a Joke [Part 1]

I sat in our dark bedroom, the computer screen glaring with a harsh, white light. A banner flashed before my eyes: “Seek wisdom by understanding yourself.”
“Chloe, check this out,” I called over my shoulder to my girlfriend playing The Sims on her laptop.
She glanced up, her brow furrowing in confusion before giving me a bemused look. “What the hell are you looking at?” she asked.
“It’s some cult,” I replied, unable to hide my fascination. “I fell down a rabbit hole and found this local place downtown. It's a derivative of Aleister Crowley and Golden Dawn bullshit.” I pointed to the Google Street View image of a dilapidated storefront in an ethnic shopping center.
She smirked, a hint of amusement in her eyes. “I never pegged you as the religious type.”
“Check this out,” I continued, clicking through the site. “They have some photos.”
We spent some time going through the albums celebrating various solstices. Most were taken in an odd room with black and white checkered floors, adorned with Egyptian pseudo-artifacts, bathed in the glow of red and purple lights that transformed the scene into a surreal dreamscape.
The people certainly had an alternative vibe. Tattoos were plentiful, but other than that they looked like they came from all different walks of life. Many of them looked like they had their fair share of bullying in high school - no shortage of that. But most of them looked relatively normal aside from the occasional piercing.
One photograph in particular caught my eye. A woman, sitting in a bright red room, sat on an altar, holding a staff in her right hand, wearing nothing. A man was kneeled before her, his arms tied behind him, rope anchored to the ceiling. They were sliding a knife down his back, a small trickle of blood dripping to the floor.
“Damn,” Chloe started. “She’s butt-ass naked.”
“You wanna go?” I asked. “They’re having a get together tonight.”
“You know what, fuck it. Why not? It’s not like we’re doing anything.” she replied.
“Good,” I smiled, standing up. “Because I already ordered an Uber.”
She sighed before opening a drawer and pulling out a small pipe. “I’ll go, but i'm not going sober.”
It was a cold, shitty Seattle winter night. We got dropped off in the parking lot and spent a few minutes looking for the storefront. We finally found it next to a dog groomer and Pho restaurant with some pun for the name I can’t seem to remember.
We entered the shop, which consisted of two narrow isles separated by wood shelves barely big enough for me to fit down. We spent some time looking at the various items, my attention diverting to a vial of elk blood. I remember wondering if they were even allowed to sell this without some type of medical certification they definitely did not have while Chloe shuffled through a bowl of mix and match crystals.
“Can I help you?” I heard a woman say from the back as she emerged from a beaded curtain. She was a short, overweight woman wearing what I could only describe as a sports bra and hula skirt.
“Hi, uh,” I stuttered. “I’m George and this is Chloe. We’re here for the… winter solstice celebration?”
“Oh, goodie! Newcomers!” she said with an out of place, overjoyed expression as she clapped her hands. Chloe and I laughed nervously.
“The door is in the back, but you can come through here just this time.” she said with a smile, arm holding the beaded curtain open.
We walked through a dark hallway, somehow more cramped than the shop, into a rather large room. A gaggle of people were huddled in the back, which Chloe and I quietly shuffled into.
A bearded man paraded around the room, white robes and red headdress cascading into a cloak, knuckles adorned with several large rings gripping a spear, held vertically in front of him. Behind him, another bald man, white robes and yellow cloak, followed behind, white sleeves crossed over his chest.
I glanced at Chloe’s bloodshot eyes, THC clearly flowing through her system. I gave her a knowing look, as if to say Having fun yet? She returned a slow smile.
Without warning, the entire crowd clapped their hands together over their heads as a woman in blue robes walked past, waving a censure leaking white smoke. We awkwardly followed to match the group.
The blue curtains on the back wall opened to reveal an older Asian woman sitting perched on the altar I saw in the photos, again, completely naked. And before you ask, no. She wasn’t attractive. It’s never the ones you hope it is. The red robed man kneeled down and softly kissed her knees.
I glanced back at Chloe. Her smile was so big I was afraid she was going to laugh at any moment. I pinched her on the side and whispered into her ear “Do. Not. Fucking. Laugh”. Honestly, I think I just made it worse. Her face turned beet red as she bit her cheeks.
The ritual went on for another half hour or so. They must’ve said “Do what thou wilt shall be the whole of the law” at least a dozen times.
We were getting kind of bored and were ready to leave before the woman in the blue robes wandered in with a caged chicken.
"No fucking way" I thought. Surely enough, the man in the yellow robes held the chicken high in the air, before slitting its throat and draining blood into a large metallic basin. The man winced as the chicken flailed violently, scratching up his arms, before eventually succumbing to blood loss.
One by one, each person there stood between a white and black pillar saying love and intention in Greek before eating a piece of something, taking a sip of blood, and saying “There is no part of me that is not of the Gods.”
Chloe and I hung back, and politely declined when our turn came. Once all was said and done, they busted out some alcohol and started celebrating. We slipped out into the street, bursting out laughing. After we finally collected ourselves, Chloe whipped out her phone and showed me she took dozens of pictures of the ritual.
We laughed our asses off the entire way home. First thing she did was open her laptop and post the pictures on Twitter, tagging the lodge with the caption “me and the boys chilling right now”.
We returned to the usual rhythm of our lives. I went to work, conducting meetings and answering emails, while Chloe went back to her classes. A few days later, Chloe checked her Twitter and saw that she had gained a few thousand likes. The whole ordeal became a running joke between us.
I would eat fruit snacks and sip on my soda, saying, “There is no part of me that is not of the Gods”. A few weeks later, we had mostly forgotten about it, except for the occasional recounting as a funny story to regale our friends.
One night while Chloe and I were spending our evening the usual way with me on the computer and her on her laptop, I felt her furiously tap my shoulder while staring wide eyed at the window. Confused, I took my headphones off and walked over, pulling back the curtain to reveal 6 people standing in black robes and animal masks watching us from the hillside.
“What do we do, should I call the cops?” Chloe whimpered.
“No, they’re just a bunch of larpers. They’re not going to do shit! Just trying to scare us.” I said angrily as I closed the blinds and hopped back on my computer.
Chloe sat there for a few minutes in a tense pose with her arms folded together. She went to double check the door was locked, before we continued our night as normal.
The next day I got a text from Chloe frantically telling me to come home immediately. When I arrived, there was a squad car parked outside our building. I ran up the stairs to see two officers standing by Chloe in the doorway. I nearly shouted asking what was going on. They lead me inside to show me a massive black symbol drawn on our wall, a six-pointed star made from one continuous line.
We finished our police report and they told us they’d get back to us if they find anything. I’ve been robbed often enough to know that means they’re going to forget about this before they’ve even gotten back into their squad car.
Furious, I stormed over to the shop and banged on the window. The hula skirt woman came over and cracked the door open just enough for me to see one of her eyes.
“What the fuck do you think your little posse is doing!?” I screamed at her. “Breaking into my apartment like that!? You all are fucking psychos!”
“I haven’t any idea what you’re talking about”, she said with a sly grin.
“Oh, yeah?” I said pointing a finger in her face. “If anyone tries any shit like that again I’m going to burn your goddamn shop to the ground, do you hear me?”
She looked at the ground, clearly nervous. I have never blown up at a stranger like this but I could tell my threats were working.
After a moment of silence I stormed off again, back towards home.
“You meddle with forces you do not understand!” she called out from the shop.
I picked up a glass bottle from the sidewalk and chucked it, smashing against her shop window, forcing her to close the door and disappear into the shadows. I’m not particularly proud of how I behaved in this moment, but unless you’ve had someone break into your home and draw shit on the walls, hold on to your judgment.
The next few days passed without so much as a peep from them. Chloe and I began to relax, convincing ourselves that the cult had been scared off. Life seemed to be returning to normal, and the unsettling incident became just another story.
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2024.05.21 19:48 AliRaeZem No nips with Dr.Borkowski

No nips with Dr.Borkowski
Post surgery update because I need a lil extra gender affirmation today.
I got double incision top surgery with contouring Jan 31 with Dr. Borkowski at Middlesex Health in CT
Dr. Borkowski and his team were all attentive and funny. I am so glad I chose him. The decision came down to whether I thought keeping my nipples was worth going out of pocket to see Dr.Chandler. In the end I figured they had been one of my biggest dysphoria causes for most of my life and the loss of sensation was not worth it when I can just get a sick ass tattoo later and definitely be happy. I was nervous to bring that up with him initially but he was the one to suggest it first when I explained where my head was at and was very supportive in making sure I got what I wanted.
The first week after surgery I was nervous because the swelling made things look distorted and I had 2 incisions rather than 1 like we had discussed. He very confidently explained that when I was less swollen things would settle like the reference photos I shared with him and that when he was working he saw it would come out more like I wanted by keeping two separate scars. He then said if it was aesthetically a concern he could absolutely connect them at a later check up in office at no cost. He was right to be confident because for the first time ever I am happy and confident in my body. My shirts fit right and things settled perfectly.
I feel like when I was researching pre surgery I couldn’t find info or reference pictures of his work so I hope this finds whatever person needs it to help make a decision.
Pics are from the day of surgery thru the end of March
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2024.05.21 19:48 AliRaeZem No nips with Dr.Borkowski

No nips with Dr.Borkowski
Post surgery update because I need a lil extra gender affirmation today.
I got double incision top surgery with contouring Jan 31 with Dr. Borkowski at Middlesex Health in CT
Dr. Borkowski and his team were all attentive and funny. I am so glad I chose him. The decision came down to whether I thought keeping my nipples was worth going out of pocket to see Dr.Chandler. In the end I figured they had been one of my biggest dysphoria causes for most of my life and the loss of sensation was not worth it when I can just get a sick ass tattoo later and definitely be happy. I was nervous to bring that up with him initially but he was the one to suggest it first when I explained where my head was at and was very supportive in making sure I got what I wanted.
The first week after surgery I was nervous because the swelling made things look distorted and I had 2 incisions rather than 1 like we had discussed. He very confidently explained that when I was less swollen things would settle like the reference photos I shared with him and that when he was working he saw it would come out more like I wanted by keeping two separate scars. He then said if it was aesthetically a concern he could absolutely connect them at a later check up in office at no cost. He was right to be confident because for the first time ever I am happy and confident in my body. My shirts fit right and things settled perfectly.
I feel like when I was researching pre surgery I couldn’t find info or reference pictures of his work so I hope this finds whatever person needs it to help make a decision.
Pics are from the day of surgery thru the end of March
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2024.05.21 17:51 REAL-Jesus-Christ Piercing suggestions for mild midlife crisis

I'm average looking. Decent shape. I work in finance as an independent contractor. In college I had a two piercings in each ear (one double-lobe, single, and cartilage). I had my nose pierced for a while. One small tattoo on my back.
Anyway, I'm thinking of getting something pierced. Nothing too wild. Maybe barely noticeable. Looking for ideas. Something in the ear? eyebrow? Permanent jewelry? Nothing?
I probably won't end up doing anything, but thought I'd check to see if anyone has ideas. Thanks for your suggestions!
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2024.05.21 15:31 Agreeable_Addendum52 My first App

My first App
Hello everyone. So i just finished my first app in Swift, to be fair its just an calculator but im still proud of it.
https://drive.google.com/file/d/1InetD39QtNKQ2Ci0qlZtRHDlzLQLu8gA/view?usp=drivesdk
If you want you can check it out, and i also would like to hear some improvements you would make. you
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2024.05.21 15:24 pohltergiest Boaty boaty mcfloaty all the way north

Boaty boaty mcfloaty all the way north
Today started gentler than expected, both of us awake before the alarm. I forgot how early first light is, already the city was waking up in the dim blue of the predawn. We brushed our teeth and got dressed and muttered about how ridiculous it was that we needed to be at the ferry terminal an hour early. They weren't going to check anything besides our tickets, but then again, we've heard worse stories about dumber technicalities. Just after 430 we were outside and a few minutes later we were away.
The city in the morning was mostly quiet, a few trucks rumbling on the highway. Luckily the forecasted rain had already ended, I had fully expected to have the added misery of being wet and cold to the headache of being up too early. We arrived somewhat breathless to the ferry terminal, a giant ferry awaiting us. Lines and lines of heavy trucks were waiting their turn to load while lots of cars were also waiting. Looks like everyone took the hour before rule seriously. An attendant looked at our QR codes and told us to put a sign that he gave us on our bikes and put them to the side while we waited for general boarding, which was in 45 minutes. Grumbling, we parked our bikes and went inside the terminal.
The terminal was simple but clean, I double checked the reservation with someone at a computer as I had nothing better to do. Upstairs there was a small gift shop where we bought a box of cookies for our upcoming host. Seemed like we should try to get them something from a region they're not from, though I'm sure they'll appreciate the sentiment. The cookies do look tasty though. We shared a drink from a machine and stared out the window, a little dazed. Framed tourism posters were hung about the space, one for each region in Japan. I initially thought they were anime posters, but it seems that's just how ads are made. Maybe one inspired the other.
Eventually it was time to board, we were the last as is usual when we're biking. We walked our bikes up the ramp to the second deck and were ushered to one side where after we had removed our bags our bikes were wrapped in blankets and secured to the wall. We thanked them and headed into the ferry. The third deck had a check in counter where we got a key to our room, which was a private room but not facing the ocean. We only wanted the room to nap in, so that was fine. The third deck had bunk rooms as well as a room where you just got a section of the floor, while the fourth deck had the private rooms, the ones facing in like ours and the more expensive ones facing out. The fifth deck had the deluxe rooms as well as the suites (which I don't think were even available to rent). We plunked down our bags and I went back to sleep.
I found the rocking motion of the ship rather soothing while laying down, and settled into a light nap for a few hours. Around 830, both of us needed something to eat, so we went to explore the ship's amenities. We found the cafe, which had a disappointingly small selection of things to eat. We later would find out that the restaurant that serves breakfast did not open, probably leading to a run on the pastries. We got a cookie and coffee and sat at a table, watching the waves go by. Bryce informed me that he gets seasick around this time, leading me to ask him why he wanted to do this then. He just likes boats I guess.
After breakfast we wandered around to see the amenities. We found the grill restaurant that was more expensive than we cared to spend on, a small arcade with machines from the 80's, some air hockey tables (the sports corner), a theatre with a 10am showing of Tom and Jerry, some vending machines (ice cream time), the onsens, a yellowed smoking room straight out of 1994, a business corner, and a kids corner with blocks. I wanted to play with the blocks but didn't. They would never understand. Also kids are gross and I'm sick enough already. Overall, the same as anything else we've seen in Japan, a relic of the 80's, still spotless, still running, but at 10% capacity. More employees than you can shake a stick at, all doing their very best job.
I felt a little ill after writing for awhile so I went to go lay down while Bryce went to the arcade, promising to nobody in particular that he was going to wait til lunch to crack open a cold one. I said I didn't care but good luck with that as I went back to bed. Being horizontal with nowhere to go felt good for awhile. I had a lot of writing to catch up on.
Towards lunch I got up and found Bryce in front of a slot machine with a strong zero in his hand. I said nothing about the pre lunch drink, but asked if he won anything. One of the machines you could spin all you like, so we did that for awhile. There was one machine that looked fun, so I played a top down shooter for awhile while Bryce tried his luck at some godawful prize machine full of dusty crap. Eventually the restaurant opened for lunch and we filed. There was a 25th anniversary ramen available, and we both got that, along with a croissant. The ramen was pretty good, I found the shio broth comforting. The croissant was because it didn't fill us up enough.
After lunch I was in the mood for a bath. An onsen on a ship felt like a luxury I wanted to try and I thought it would be restful. Bryce had no interest in trying his luck at hiding his tattoos, I didn't care if I got kicked out at this point. What're they gonna do, tell me to get off at the next stop? I did what I always do, hold a hand towel over my arm and mind my business. As expected, not many people were using the bath after lunch and I had it to myself aside from a mother and her babbling toddler who only spent a few minutes there. The bath had a view of the mountains of hokkaido in the distance, and Hakodate a little closer. It was a neat sight to be in a hot open bath while watching the ocean go by. The rest of the ship was whatever but this was nice. I did a few laps of the bath and cold water, and sat in the steam room, hoping the hot air would somehow cure my ailments. I got a chance to properly wash my hair, which had become just fouled from all the road dust, sweat, and body oils that had built up. Gross. I don't usually shampoo as I don't usually need to, but once a week or so I definitely need it while on the road.
After the onsen I went to go see how Bryce was doing, happily reading his book in a chair by the ocean. He accompanied me to the room to lay down for awhile, the hot water and sloshing of the rough seas making me feel a little ill again. In our room, we heard a faraway bang like we hit something. I'm sure it's nothing. The ship sure seemed like it was leaning more to one side though. We didn't do too much else for the rest of the ride, we did a few more laps of the ship trying to find more things. We did find the forward saloon, which sounds wild but is merely a room facing forward with comfy couches. Unfortunately all the windows are blocked off, so the room is a little pointless other than a private space to talk or read in a dim room. The ship overall was comfortable, but I definitely got a little nauseated from the rough seas.
The ship finally docked, late, and we were let out to the open air of Hokkaido. It's a bit chilly here! I immediately noticed the change in air, it's less humid for sure. It will be a shift to go back to cool temperatures but a welcome one. Nights in the tent should be much less sticky at least! Good thing we still have our biking tights, riding in just shorts is pretty cold here in the evening. Truthfully though the cool temperatures is better for biking and I wasn't really enjoying the heat, so this is a welcome surprise.
We docked at the east port of Tomakomai, which meant we had to bike into the city where we planned to stay another night. I needed another really solid sleep to finally kick this illness, so one more hotel night before we braved the wilderness south of Sapporo. We braced ourselves and headed west, directly into a heavy crosswind that was some of the steadiest and toughest wind we've seen yet. It swept right over the flat grassy areas on the coast, really reminding us of the prairies. Everything is so spread out here compared to the rest of the country, I wonder if Sapporo is like this too.
After a rough push through the wind on roads that were somewhat falling apart from the truck traffic and a lack of maintenance, we got to a town about halfway. The nausea from the boat was getting to me and we were both too hungry to go further without a bite to eat. Luckily Hokkaido has their own brand of conbinis and we were more than happy to see some new products. We got their take on fried chicken, some Hokkaido grown potato wedges and some soft drinks we hadn't seen yet. The wedges were great, the chicken was good and one of the drinks was terrible. Sour bubbly water with no flavor. What's the point?
Biking further into the city now, we rode over bumpy roads on very wide, very long roads designed entirely for cars in mind. Don't get me wrong the bike path was nice but the distances between buildings reminded me again of the prairies. It takes forever to get anywhere! I might find the streets of Hokkaido a little dull if things are this spread out, but then again we couldn't even scratch the surface of things before so maybe we won't feel like we're missing out as much.
We stopped twice for bike parts, Bryce getting a new tube to hold on reserve, I got a spoke wrench that I'm excited to try out. My rear wheel should be well tensioned, so I can go off of that. Next we headed to the hotel. We debated laundry tonight, but ultimately there were a few too many things to do and I'd rather enjoy myself, get to bed on time and then get up and do laundry over breakfast tomorrow. The hotel was lovely enough, with little surprises for later. First we needed a proper dinner.
Barbecue was on the mind, but we landed up at an izakaya. We ordered edamame, a green salad, chicken wings, a plate of assorted skewers and more hokkaido potatoes. The potatoes, again, were far and away the best part of the meal. The company was a group of red-faced salarymen watching a baseball game along with the rest of the staff who were also eagerly watching the action. The Izakaya had all sorts of baseball accoutrements which made watching fun. Normally I'd rather peel off my fingernails one by one then watch baseball, but with some friendly folks letting me know when to be excited with their cheering I can enjoy it. As we were leaving one man gave us some lemon candies he had and Bryce surprised him by having maple candies for everyone in the building, much to their delight.
Bryce needed to recoat his jacket, so we went to a parking lot and did that under a streetlight. It would need to dry overnight, another reason to do the laundry in the morning. I wanted a piece of the onsen on the top level. Inside there were three baths, two hot and one cold, with one of the hot baths being outside. I luxuriated outside by myself for some time in the cool air, as well as the hot bath indoors in the wood panelled room, and a sauna with a tv inside! All very nice. I took advantage of the cleaners and lotions available, and the freezer full of popsicles outside the onsen.
Back in the room, there was a fruit jelly waiting for us in the fridge which we enjoyed, a strawberry puree. But the treats weren't over yet, from 930-11pm we could enjoy the hotel's original late night ramen. Now this isn't something I want to have late at night normally, but this is exactly the kind of thing that makes me smile. Time limited free food? I'll set an alarm. The soup itself was nothing special, but the presentation and the fact I could have it in hotel jammies made it all the better. Truly, a good rest day. I could have done without the 20km ride in the wind, but I can't have everything I guess.
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2024.05.21 09:27 _Karnstein Tattoo font

Tattoo font
Any help is greatly appreciated!
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2024.05.21 08:51 SpytAtomerUd Hvem tror i tager guldet på søndag?

Jeg vil vove den påstand, at det er 50/50 eller rettere 33/33/33, og uanset hvor guldet havner, så kommer det til at gøre ondt på nr. 2 og 3.
  Brøndby er notorisk dårlige til at gøre "jobbet" færdigt. Dette gælder i både kampe og turneringen. 16 års tørke og mavepusteren i 2018 har sat sine spor, og jeg kan sagtens se de gule lukke et udlignende mål ind i 6 minuts overtid på søndag.
Dertil vil AGF elske at stikke en kæp i hjulet på drengene fra Vestegnen, uanset om det så sender guldet til Herning eller København.
  FC Midtjylland har været ustabile de sidste runder, og efter at ligge til gulvet har de lavet en BIF 2018 og pisset det væk igen. Den slags sætter sig (igen som set i 2018) og det kan være et meget nervøst FCM der løber på banen søndag.
SIF er tydeligvis gået på sommerferie, men det er også klubben der ikke bryder sig ikke om at FCM kalder sig hele midtjyllands fodboldhold. De byder f.eks. altid gæsterne fra Vestjylland velkommen til hjemmekampene.
  FC København er nok den sikreste vinder på søndag. De er vant til presset, skal bruge en sejr og får besøg af et FCN der intet har at spille for. Ikke engang en 3. plads og Europa plads er på spil for dem, så jeg vil tro det er en flok ferie drenge der kommer på besøg i Parken.
FCK er dog stadig afhængig af de andre resultater, men 2 gange uafgjort i Brøndby og Herning er ikke helt urealistisk.
  ... Personligt håber jeg at guldet havner på Vestegenen.
  Edit: Til dem der mener den bare skal trilles over stregen vil jeg lige minde om sidst den bare skulle trilles over stregen https://www.reddit.com/funny/comments/8l33g3/tattoo_of_the_year_br%C3%B8ndby_did_not_win_the_double/
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2024.05.21 05:55 hey_im_enby Be careful about Instagram Tattoo Artists particularly ones that say they have a "private studio".

Hey babes!
There are some dodgy artists on instagram who say they have "private studios" when really its just a their basement. A friend of mine found an artist on insta and asked me to go with her for some moral support (and if they had time i was gunna get some flash). Im so glad i went with her bc the "private studio" was just some ones basement in Takoma. She had already put down her deposit which is why we didnt leave.
Insta is a great place to find cool and smaller artists but absolutely double and triple check. Look for a website or a link to a portfolio, give them a quick google just to be sure. I know there are some intimidating studios particularly if its your first or second time getting tattooed but id rather feel a bit intimidated in a professional studio that i know is clean than in someone's house.
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2024.05.21 04:14 moonshinedown2 Anyone got nipple piercings after top surgery?

I haven't had top surgery yet. It's a matter of time and money, so it's gonna be another couple years out for me. That being said, I REALLY want to get my nipples pierced after I get top surgery (I do not have them done now). I plan to get double incision with free nipple grafts. I do still expect some pain even if I lose sensation (this is not a problem for me, the piercings are purely for aesthetic reasons) and I've had plenty of other piercings and tattoos so I'm not worried about pain of nipple piercings.
I say all that to say... Have any of y'all done this? I know I'll have to ask whatever surgeon I go with for sure but is there any reason why I couldn't or shouldn't pierce my nipples after top surgery? I'm curious if this is something anyone else has done/wants to do
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2024.05.21 04:11 HannahAveryWrites Army Affair: Ch 3

First, a little about me. I'm 5'5ish, 135ish depending on the day, and have dark brown hair that falls part way down my back with brown eyes. My mom is a Crow (Native American) and my dad is Italian so the olive complexion genes are active in my family. I've got a fairly petite/athletic build with a 32B chest and a toned butt. My nipples are dark brown, on the smaller side, and I shave everywhere. I'm a fan of tattoos and have a feather on my foot, flower pieces on my right hip into my lower ribs, left shoulder, and lower back, a small script piece in my left side bra line, a green carebear in my left bikini line and a large dream catcher down my left ribs. If there's a detail I've left out, feel free to ask ;)
What a week. 18 year old me had gone from a dry spell since AIT and graduation to a blow job, facial, and quick hard sex with a married captain at my first duty station. I was falling fast and hard for him. I wanted him to want me. I wanted him to think of me when he thought of being intimate. I wanted to be his release to do everything she wouldn't.
Dustin snapped me this morning, a pic of his obvious buldge greeting my day. "How's my little Private this morning? I wish you were here to help with this"....You have no idea Dustin. Now that the bandaid has been ripped off, I want nothing more than to keep going. I send him a snap back of my semi sheer, black athletic thong, holding it open in the front with the caption "you could drop your load right in here sir". Naughty I know. For some reason, the thought of him filling my underwear with cum is erotic and in the moment, I crave the feel of his warmth between my legs.
"Come by the house on your lunch break and you can have it" I get in reply. Fuck.
I get dressed in my camo uniform with a generic sports bra and the same black athletic thong underneath and try make it through the morning as routinely as possible. Not possible. All I can think of is what I'm willing to do for the married man I'm lusting for and it's got my mind anywhere but at work.
Dustin let's me know he left early for lunch so he's ready whenever I am. The whole drive over, my mind is racing at the prospect of what's about to happen. I knock and find the door open, with Dustin on the couch, laptop open to some semi sexy photos I'd sent to tease him over the last week while he strokes his firm shaft. "Private Hannah reporting as ordered sir" I say as sexily as I can muster in the spur of the moment.
"Private Hannah, you said you'd found a place to hold my cum" completely keeping character.
"Yes sir" I say, stepping around to stand in front of him, undoing my belt and the buttons on my pants, letting them drop to the floor around my ankles.
"Open up then, I'm already close since you decided to be late"
I hold open the front of my black athletic thong, exposing my shaved pubic area for his inspection.
"At least you remembered to shave to start the week" he says and he builds the pace of his stroking and touches the tip of his penis against my smooth skin. In moments I see him start to swell as he nears his release. A thick rope of white cum erupts from his tip and is followed by a second, third, and fourth. My underwear is filled with his thick, warm release and soon its soaked, mixing with my own minor arousal that has built at the situation. As he finishes, I let go of my waistband and allow my cum soaked thong to cling to my lower lips, teasing me with what could have been.
I pull my pants back up and stand breathless in front of eachother. It's been less than 10 minutes since I walked through the door, we've barely spoken and now his cum is dripping down my inner thigh. What has happened? I feel like an incredibly erotic play thing that's been used for a passing moment of pleasure and right then, I know I'm hooked.
"Hannah, I'm sorry if that was too much" Dustin says, coming to the realization that I'm now back in uniform with his cum filling my panties.
I kiss him square on the lips. "Shhhh babe. I wanted this. I want all of you"
"So you really liked that?"
"Dustin that has got to be one of the hottest things I've ever tried. I'm not changing for work"
I sit on his couch in a pool of his release while we chat for the remainder of our lunch hour. When it's time to go, I feel a glob of him drip down my leg. "Can I come spend the night tonight?" I ask, hoping to get my own release after work.
"Sure hun, I just have a few calls to make but it's okay"
I head back to work with a kiss goodbye and the rest of the day I can feel the stickiness between my legs and it keeps me on edge. I run back to my barracks room, take a fast shower, grab a change of clothes for tomorrow, and something special for tonight. I throw on some gym shorts and a hoodie over my sports bra. Coupled with my slides and I'm back across post and find a note on the door "on a call, be quite when you come in"
I come in and quietly shut the door and make my way past Dustin in the livingroom, obviously on a video chat with someone with the screen facing the wall to the garage. I hear a woman's voice say "oh man those walls are paper thin, I think I just heard the neighbors kids come home from school"
Oh shit, he's on with his wife I realize as I tiptoe my way to the master bedroom where I change into my suprise. Naked in his bedroom, I slip into a teal, sheer lace bra with enough underwire support to give me a little cleavage. I pull on a matching set of panties with an intricate sheer lace front and a single thin string between my cheeks in the back. I fold up my sticky cum soaked thong from earlier and walk back into the livingroom.
Dustin does a double take as I come around the corner. He covers this with a coughing fit as his wife asks if he's okay. "Yeah hun just had an itch in my throat" and they continue chatting, her oblivious to the fact that I've just sat down across from him.
I look him square in the eyes as I begin to tease my dark brown nipples through my sheer lace bra. As he tries to hold a conversation, I do everything I can to lightly tease him. I pinch and massage my breasts, softly run a finger between my legs on top of my lacy bottoms. I stand up and start to stretch, bending forward to let my small breasts hang just out of sight of his camera before turning around and bending forward, reaching back to spread my bum and letting the g-string bury itself between my cheeks, barely keeping my other tight hole from view.
I turn back around and unfold the sticky thong he came in earlier and hold it up for him to see the stain his release left on them, right between the legs. I pull my teal lace thong down in the front, and standing right behind his computer, I begin to lightly tease myself with the soft fabric of the back athletic thong, gently massaging my clit, resoaking the nearly dry panties with another round of sexual arousal.
As my arousal grows, I gradually push into my slick entrance and with one finger and then another, the soft athletic fabric of my underwear once again getting soaked as I rub my clit with them, teasing myself with the over stimulating feel against my raw bundle of nerves. I squat down, my face now right behind the computer screen as I squeeze my breast and open my mouth in a silent moan, performing for the man who can't respond.
All of a sudden I stop, ending my tease at the edge of release, not wanting to slip and give away what's going on...and to tease Dustin further. I stand up, place the arousal and cum soaked black thong on the table right behind his laptop and I walk to the kitchen and begin working on dinner with whatever ingredients I can scrounge up in the kitchen. It's such a turn on to do such a normal task in such a small set of lingerie and I secretly hope that Dustin is sneaking peeks at me from across the house.
At long last I feel warm, strong hands wrap around my waist and a kiss finds my cheek. "How's my baby girl, you little tease?"
I blush at the pet name the gentle touch. "I'm almost done, go sit down you silly boy" I say as I start to plate our dinner of chicken and grilled veggies, sauntering into the dining room like a server at one of those lingerie sports bars.
"So you sure know how to put on a show, Hannah" Dustin says as we begin to eat
"I can be anything you want me to be" I say as I begin a speech I'd thought through in my head, telling Dustin that I don't want casual, I want to be the girl he craves, the one who does the things that no one else does, who let's him try the things he's only imagined I'm his wildest sessions alone with himself.
"What do you get out of all of this?" He asks, questioning this step towards commitment.
"I get to explore myself and act out my cravings without having to deal with all the rumors of barracks and searching for guys to feel safe with. I don't want to be your wife. I just want you to forget her when your with me, and I want you to think of me when you choose how to play"
"Well if you're going to explore, we're going to have to push you out of your comfort zone and actually find new places and things to try"
My heart is racing as fantasies flood through my mind. "What do you have in mind?"
"Just play along with different roles and we'll see what happens baby girl"
Baby girl....is this role number one? Does Dustin think that with our 8 year age gap and my petite frame that we could play out what I think he wants to play? I did just tell him that I want to be the one he thinks of.
"Yes daddy"
"Good Girl"
I. Am. Wet.
"So what did you have in mind for dessert baby girl?"
I stand up, clean up, take Dustin by the hand. "These can end up on the floor too" i say motioning to my sheer lingerie.
"Not yet" he replies, guiding me back to the bedroom.
I find myself once again on Dustin's bed, this time guided into the center, onto my hands and knees. With gentle pressure between my shoulder blades, I drop to my elbows, arching my back and exposing my entrances to open view, my modesty preserved only by the thin g-string buried between my cheeks.
Dustin pulls that to the side, bringing my arousal fully into view. I shudder as a soft, wet tongue traces it's way teasingly between my parted lips, beginning at the bundle of nerves aching in my core and ending in the tight wet hole that's been longing to be filled since I started my teasing back at lunch. I moan a soft sigh of want as Dustin licks me again and again, using his thumbs to spread me open before teasing the inner entrance of my now soaked vagina with his oral stimulation.
After a few breathless minutes of almost over the edge teasing with his tongue, Dustin traces his tongue higher. My eyes go wide and my breath catches in my throat as his tongue glides across my other hole. After a brief pause, he repeats his elongated trail of tongue teasing a second and third time, ending on my bum every time.
I moan "Don't stop, daddy" as his tongue lingers on my hole, swirling around my rear entrance as his calloused fingers reach between my legs to tease my clit. I am so close as his tongue makes headway into my hole which is opening up for him at his constant stimulation.
"I'm going to fill you up baby girl" Dustin leans down and whispers in my ear, his tongue momentarily replaced by his thumb pressing further into my bum, slick with his saliva.
"Please daddy" I moan in reply, eager to keep my promise to do everything his wife won't do.
Dustin pulls away completely and reaches into his wife's nightstand. I see him pull out a bottle of lube and a silver plug with a red jeweled heart on the end, still in its packaging, unopened, unplayed with. I know what's coming and why we're playing this out right now.
Dustin removes the plug from its package and holds it tip first up to my lips. I know what he wants without saying a word. I stick out my tongue and lightly tease the cold metal tip, softly swirling circles around it, further and further down until I bob my head down, taking the whole plug in my mouth and closing my lips around the base. I look up at Dustin, the jeweled heart of the plug between my lips and softly moan in anticipation.
He pulls it out of my mouth and I seductively tease the tip one last time. "Wanna stick it in my ass daddy?" I beg as sexily as possible. After a few seconds of fumbling around with the lube bottle, I feel the cold liquid land on my hole, followed by a finger gently probing my already relaxed entrance. A moment later, the finger is replaced by the cold lubed plug and my breath catches in my throat as I stretch around the plug before closing down tightly on the base. Dustin moves my g-string back into place, covering my soaking wet lips and holding the plug firmly in my butt.
I look back at him pleadingly. I know I teased you hard earlier but if you stop now, this is just cruel. "Daddy please" I say breathlessly, not wanting the stimulation to stop while also acutely aware of the fullness inside my rear.
"Please what?"
"Please fuck me daddy"
"You have two options Hannah. You teased me, so this is a tease for you. You can go to bed, right now, right like this, or you can get your punishment and then a reward like a good girl. Bed or a spanking, your choice"
"Spank me Daddy" I beg without a moment's hesitation
smack the sharp crack of Dustin's hand on my bare cheek takes me by suprise and I clench hard on the plug inside my bum. "Oh fuck daddy" I moan in a mix of pain and pleasure. smack smack smack come three more successive blows, landing on alternating cheeks. I moan almost tearfully as my arousal builds to the point that I'm literally ready to beg for release.
"Daddy please fuck me. Do whatever you want just let me cum please"
A firm tug pulls my g-string down to my knees, still on all fours with my face in the pillows. A hard shaft rubs between my lower lips, finds my eager entrance, and in one firm thrust is buried all the way inside me. I cry out, looking back over my shoulder at Dustin who looks like a man possessed with the overwhelming urge to use me for his pleasure, and in that moment, it's all I want as well.
His firm hands grip my hips and I arch my back, throwing myself back against him to meet his own rapid thrusts. My cheeks clap a faster and faster pace as the overwhelming feeling of being completely filled mixes with the intense pleasure of the moment. I'm red faced and breathless, moaning Dustin's name as he continues in an unrelenting pace, thrusting in and out, in and out. At one point he pulls my face out of the pillows, gripping my long dark hair by my ponytail and commands "You're gonna be a good girl and cum for daddy"
He releases my hair but I remain facing forward, head up and moaning through the moment "Yes daddy, oh my fuuuuuuuuuckkkk" comes from my innocent lips as he simultaneously pulls out the buttplug and buries himself all the way inside me as I can feel him swell and begin to release against my cervix.
"That's right daddy, cum inside my pussy" I beg as he thrusts again and again as my inner walls clench down and my own release spills out of me, uncontained as I find one of the strongest orgasms of my life. His thrusts slow and eventually he pulls out, leaving me leaking cum and lube from both my holes.
He returns with a warm towel and begins to clean me off as I sit up, still in my sheer bra, and kiss him firmly on the lips. "That was incredible, daddy" I whisper, my forehead resting against his as he finishes cleaning my sensitive areas.
"Would you like to rinse off?"
I reply yes and he runs us a sensual warm shower, where nothing but gentle washing and a few lingering kisses happens. He's patient as I take extra time under the soothing water and wraps me in a soft towel when I get out.
As we get dressed into comfy pajama shorts and tshirts, I ask "so was I a good girl, daddy?"
"The best. I think we should stick with this role for awhile if you're into it"
After the time I had tonight, I'm more than willing to play along. We discuss some likes and dislikes and limits (nothing that leaves a mark where I'll have to answer questions about it at work), and reagree that none of this is a thing on the few occasions that his wife visits during her internship. And duh, no telling work, that would fuck us both.
We end the night with gentle pillow talk, and he asks if,for the role, I'd be willing to let him help me get dressed in the mornings, helping me pick out bras and undies from a selection of things I'd actually wear to work. I welcome the increased interaction and dedicated time to talk every morning without a second thought, and I fall asleep with his arm wrapped around me from behind, his strong hand under my tshirt, soothingly placed on my bare stomach, just below my belly button and just teasingly far enough into the area covered by a bikini. I'm in heaven.
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2024.05.21 03:31 embraceproductivity Feeling like I got played (long post)

I (28M) have known this woman, lets call her K (20F), for two years. We met online, and over-time she became my best friend. She was persistent at asking me to date and be exclusive but I did not want to partake in any long distance relationship and made it clear that I won't date if there's distance involved, and we stayed as best friends with benefits for a while. She also confessed her feelings to me a few months after knowing me.
About 4-5 months ago, she told me she's coming to spend the entire summer with me, I got really excited as it was the first time I'll see her, and she also told me she's about to start preparing for moving permanently. I decided that is sufficient for us to go exclusive as we'll close the distance. I asked for her instagram but she told me she doesn't have one and I believed her at the time.
As soon as we went exclusive (and shortly before then by about a month), she started being distant -- only responding to texts every 1-2 weeks. The longest was 3 weeks. For the 3-weeks delay part, she mentioned that she just had appendix removal surgery and had complications, she refused to video call saying that its in night hours. Her first message to me was
"I'm hospitalized"
"I'm so sorry"
"I'm so so sorry".
This was around 3 AM my time at eastern Canada, while she's in California. Thankfully I woke up and saw it immediately, if I didn't i'd probably honestly be panicking when I woke up as I doubt she would've responded at all for a couple of days again.
In other times where she goes away for weeks without a response she'd usually come back saying she was depressed or simply provide no reason at all.
She also would say stuff like "she loves me more than I know" and even told me she sees herself marrying me less than a month ago.
About 2 months after becoming exclusive, she came to me and told me that her friend "Zachary" got her a bracelet that says "Zachary's Cumslut", and she asserted that Zachary is a girl and even said that's a weird name for a girl. She asked me if she can keep it, I thought about it for a day and told her she can't.
Fast forward to 2 and a half weeks ago, we were video calling and I wanted to show her something in my Instagram profile. She opened it and the next day I noticed she showed up in my suggested list. I confronted her about it telling her that's her profile. Before even responding to my text -- where I asked her to call as there's something bothering me -- she straight up blocked my instagram account and said "What's up?" acting like she doesn't know what's going on. I explained to her that she blocked my instagram account and that we should call about this ASAP.
She refused to call and told me she didn't block my account and hasn't logged into her accounts in months and doesn't use it. I checked with my other instagram account and noticed she did block me, I showed her proof and told her you did block me. She blocked my second account and told me she just "deleted her account".
I got my friend to check and her account was still up...
At this point, I genuinely started panicking. I was still being respectful, I didn't curse her out, say any bad words. I said 'has this all been fake, have I been played?" and she was telling me she didn't block me, she didn't play me, i'm the only one she ever wanted...
I told her I really wanna believe you but I can't when there's proof in front of me. After a while of texting back and forth she confessed to blocking me and said its because she gets death threats, but that didn't make sense to me, so I pushed more and she said its because she's scared. I asked her scared of what? You literally said you are coming to spend the summer with me, and we know everything about each other -- names, life, etc.
At this point, she stopped responding. I further started panicking and after a number of time of her not responding I said things like "For any serious relationship, the two most important things are communication and trust, and I'm losing trust here." The longer you take to answer, the more resentful I get. I also told her that what's going on here is most likely you are hiding something from me, or hiding me from someone, and that at this point I'd need to see everything in your instagram account as well as be able to follow it.
After a couple of hours I told her I think you've been manipulating me into loving you. No response from what I remember. I tried to sleep.
24 hours passed no response, I told her I'm giving you one more night to explain yourself and come clean.
No response in another 24 hours, so I told her that I'm assuming this is over. No response for another 24h.
I googled her instagram username and found a NSFW account that seems to be hers, and the name starts with A, I recalled that when she dissapeared for 3 weeks and I called her college to do a wellness check, gave them her first name, starting with K, and her last name, they told me that student doesn't exist in their system, which started to make more sense.
However, I still loved her heavily, so I still wanted to understand why she's doing this and maybe see if its salvageable at the time. So i told her that I'm calmer and we can talk about it tonight.
But I was also so curious about what's going on, I knew of a particular person who happens to follow her, and asked him if she's acting in instagram as well as if there's any signs of cheating.
in her bio, it says she's taken, and her picture is a picture from 1-2 years ago with her wearing a padlock around her neck. She posted a story of her singing and her insta status said "LET'S GET MATCHING TATTOOS", honestly that blows my mind that she's willing to do things like that when we are going through a serious problem at the time.
I remembered the Zachary bracelet thing so I told him to look if there's any Zach's she's following. She happened to follow two, one of them didn't seem to be the guy, the other one was much more obvious -- he had a Heart, the letter A, and a Padlock next to it. She also showed in one of his posts around the time we were exclusive.
I texted the guy letting him know my situation and tried to be respectful. He was acting shady, told me they dated two years ago and are "still talking", then he dissapears for 40 minutes, comes back with different answers to my questions (I started thinking its likely her texting at this point), saying they didn't date etc before, then changing the answers.
I talked about the heart and the padlock, he said it was his grandma (I don't really believe that given that A is the same starting letter as her name from her NSFW account which is likely her real first name). I asked him not to inform her that I texted him because I didn't wanna put more strain into the situation, he proceeds to tell her, she calls me a few hours later, she sounded very different in the way she talked and started telling me she lost all trust in me, that I went behind her back by telling her friend not to tell her. I told her that she wasn't communicating at all and she refused that, and I told her she kept blocking me instagram and she refused that too telling me she didn't block me. I pointed out she confessed to blocking me then she said "So what!! You can have your own private account and I can have my own" I told her that's not the point, the point is you lied and kept lying about it. She hung up, and started texting me that she's done, then she started trying to turn the whole thing against me.
She started telling me that I severely hurt her and so on. I fell for it and started feeling really bad and apologized, I still wanted to make it work at the time. She kept going on completely disregarded my feelings and made it all about her. In the end she told me she doesn't want to hear from me again.
I really think I've been played, but I also think she might've been trying to double date. At some points she told me I'll love seeing her friends, and that she wants to post my picture in her social (in the future), but she didn't say what social. I also never met any of her friends (she never introduced me to any of them).
So in conclusion: I've been lied to, gaslit, love-bombed. Those are all things I'm certain of. The rest I'm not sure of beyond reasonable doubt (100%), but are quite likely. I don't really know what I want out of this post, other than I guess to get confirmation whether I've been played or not, as well as really just how much of this was real. The gaslighting might've messed with my mind for a while.
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2024.05.21 02:54 embraceproductivity I (28M), her (20F), was this all fake?

I've known this woman, lets call her K, for two years. We met online, and over-time she became my best friend. She was persistent at asking me to date and be exclusive but I did not want to partake in any long distance relationship and made it clear that I won't date if there's distance involved, and we stayed as best friends with benefits for a while. She also confessed her feelings to me a few months after knowing me.
About 4-5 months ago, she told me she's coming to spend the entire summer with me, I got really excited as it was the first time I'll see her, and she also told me she's about to start preparing for moving permanently. I decided that is sufficient for us to go exclusive as we'll close the distance. I asked for her instagram but she told me she doesn't have one and I believed her at the time.
As soon as we went exclusive (and shortly before then by about a month), she started being distant -- only responding to texts every 1-2 weeks. The longest was 3 weeks. For the 3-weeks delay part, she mentioned that she just had appendix removal surgery and had complications, she refused to video call saying that its in night hours. Her first message to me was
"I'm hospitalized"
"I'm so sorry"
"I'm so so sorry".
This was around 3 AM my time at eastern Canada, while she's in California. Thankfully I woke up and saw it immediately, if I didn't i'd probably honestly be panicking when I woke up as I doubt she would've responded at all for a couple of days again.
In other times where she goes away for weeks without a response she'd usually come back saying she was depressed or simply provide no reason at all.
She also would say stuff like "she loves me more than I know" and even told me she sees herself marrying me less than a month ago.
About 2 months after becoming exclusive, she came to me and told me that her friend "Zachary" got her a bracelet that says "Zachary's Cumslut", and she asserted that Zachary is a girl and even said that's a weird name for a girl. She asked me if she can keep it, I thought about it for a day and told her she can't.
Fast forward to 2 and a half weeks ago, we were video calling and I wanted to show her something in my Instagram profile. She opened it and the next day I noticed she showed up in my suggested list. I confronted her about it telling her that's her profile. Before even responding to my text -- where I asked her to call as there's something bothering me -- she straight up blocked my instagram account and said "What's up?" acting like she doesn't know what's going on. I explained to her that she blocked my instagram account and that we should call about this ASAP.
She refused to call and told me she didn't block my account and hasn't logged into her accounts in months and doesn't use it. I checked with my other instagram account and noticed she did block me, I showed her proof and told her you did block me. She blocked my second account and told me she just "deleted her account".
I got my friend to check and her account was still up...
At this point, I genuinely started panicking. I was still being respectful, I didn't curse her out, say any bad words. I said 'has this all been fake, have I been played?" and she was telling me she didn't block me, she didn't play me, i'm the only one she ever wanted...
I told her I really wanna believe you but I can't when there's proof in front of me. After a while of texting back and forth she confessed to blocking me and said its because she gets death threats, but that didn't make sense to me, so I pushed more and she said its because she's scared. I asked her scared of what? You literally said you are coming to spend the summer with me, and we know everything about each other -- names, life, etc.
At this point, she stopped responding. I further started panicking and after a number of time of her not responding I said things like "For any serious relationship, the two most important things are communication and trust, and I'm losing trust here." The longer you take to answer, the more resentful I get. I also told her that what's going on here is most likely you are hiding something from me, or hiding me from someone, and that at this point I'd need to see everything in your instagram account as well as be able to follow it.
After a couple of hours I told her I think you've been manipulating me into loving you. No response from what I remember. I tried to sleep.
24 hours passed no response, I told her I'm giving you one more night to explain yourself and come clean.
No response in another 24 hours, so I told her that I'm assuming this is over. No response for another 24h.
I googled her instagram username and found a NSFW account that seems to be hers, and the name starts with A, I recalled that when she dissapeared for 3 weeks and I called her college to do a wellness check, gave them her first name, starting with K, and her last name, they told me that student doesn't exist in their system, which started to make more sense.
However, I still loved her heavily, so I still wanted to understand why she's doing this and maybe see if its salvageable at the time. So i told her that I'm calmer and we can talk about it tonight.
But I was also so curious about what's going on, I knew of a particular person who happens to follow her, and asked him if she's acting in instagram as well as if there's any signs of cheating.
in her bio, it says she's taken, and her picture is a picture from 1-2 years ago with her wearing a padlock around her neck. She posted a story of her singing and her insta status said "LET'S GET MATCHING TATTOOS", honestly that blows my mind that she's willing to do things like that when we are going through a serious problem at the time.
I remembered the Zachary bracelet thing so I told him to look if there's any Zach's she's following. She happened to follow two, one of them didn't seem to be the guy, the other one was much more obvious -- he had a Heart, the letter A, and a Padlock next to it. She also showed in one of his posts around the time we were exclusive.
I texted the guy letting him know my situation and tried to be respectful. He was acting shady, told me they dated two years ago and are "still talking", then he dissapears for 40 minutes, comes back with different answers to my questions (I started thinking its likely her texting at this point), saying they didn't date etc before, then changing the answers.
I talked about the heart and the padlock, he said it was his grandma (I don't really believe that given that A is the same starting letter as her name from her NSFW account which is likely her real first name). I asked him not to inform her that I texted him because I didn't wanna put more strain into the situation, he proceeds to tell her, she calls me a few hours later, she sounded very different in the way she talked and started telling me she lost all trust in me, that I went behind her back by telling her friend not to tell her. I told her that she wasn't communicating at all and she refused that, and I told her she kept blocking me instagram and she refused that too telling me she didn't block me. I pointed out she confessed to blocking me then she said "So what!! You can have your own private account and I can have my own" I told her that's not the point, the point is you lied and kept lying about it. She hung up, and started texting me that she's done, then she started trying to turn the whole thing against me.
She started telling me that I severely hurt her and so on. I fell for it and started feeling really bad and apologized, I still wanted to make it work at the time. She kept going on completely disregarded my feelings and made it all about her. In the end she told me she doesn't want to hear from me again.
I really think I've been played, but I also think she might've been trying to double date. At some points she told me I'll love seeing her friends, and that she wants to post my picture in her social (in the future), but she didn't say what social. I also never met any of her friends (she never introduced me to any of them).
So in conclusion: I've been lied to, gaslit, love-bombed. Those are all things I'm certain of. The rest I'm not sure of beyond reasonable doubt (100%), but are quite likely. I don't really know what I want out of this post, other than I guess to get confirmation whether I've been played or not, as well as really just how much of this was real. The gaslighting might've messed with my mind for a while.
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2024.05.20 23:26 Gameboyadvance64 Device fingerprinting 101 - Explained

This is just an general high level of what could be the devices fingerprints but could be even more than here this is a double edged sword for those who knows
Good luck and stay safe out the
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2024.05.20 23:12 kai-ran Help me find the font of this shipping container

Help me find the font of this shipping container
Me and my friend are getting a tattoo of that word and need the find the right font thanks for the help:)!
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2024.05.20 22:27 ScarHydreigon87 How to play Pardofelis in D&D

Today we’re building Pardofelis, 13th of the 13 Flame Chasers. This is part 11 of building the 13 Flame Chasers in D&D.
Let’s start off with our goals for this build. Pardofelis’s Signets revolve around gathering as much money as possible to gain buffs. Since that’s not a thing in D&D, we’ll instead focus on being acrobatic and agile as you do favor a fast, hit-and-run fighting style, as well as being able to swindle, shark, and steal anything. We also sadly won't be able to summon a giant Can to squash our enemies with.
For stats, we’ll be using Point Buy. Roll for stats if you want, just keep your Dexterity and Charisma high for multiclassing.
15 Dexterity, as you are very agile and acrobatic.
15 Charisma, as you are a swindling salesperson
13 Constitution, as you still need to be tough
12 Wisdom, as you do have keen senses
8 Strength, as you're pretty thin
And 8 Intelligence, as while you are crafty, you’re still pretty dumb.
For race, Catgirl definitely means Tabaxi. You get +2 to one stat and +1 to another, or +1 to three stats. We’ll go for +1 to three stats to round out our Dexterity, Charisma, and Constitution. You get a climbing speed equal to your walking speed, Cat’s Talent for Proficiency in Stealth and Perception, 60 feet of Darkvision, your unarmed strikes deal 1d6+plus your Strength modifier in slashing damage (although if I were the DM, I’d have them use Dexterity), and Feline Agility, letting you move double your movement speed for a turn. Afterwards, you can’t use it again unless you spend a turn not moving. Take the Charlatan Background for Sleight of Hand and Deception as you are a professional swindler.
We’ll actually kick things off as a Bard for better saving throws, and for later in the build. 1st Level Bards can pick any 3 Skills they like. Acrobatics, Persuasion, and Animal Handling would be my picks. You get Bardic Inspiration, letting you use a bonus action to give an ally a d6 they can use to add to an attack roll, ability check, or saving throw within the next 10 minutes, an amount of times per long rest equal to your Charisma modifier. For your cantrips, take Vicious Mockery and Friends. For your spells, take Silvery Barbs, Cure Wounds, Speak with Animals, and Identify.
2nd Level Bards get Jack of All Trades, letting you add half your proficiency bonus to any ability check you aren’t proficient with, which include initiative rolls. You also get Song of Rest, letting your soldiers add an extra d6 whenever they spend hit dice to restore HP during a short rest to keep them up in the field. You also get the option of Magical Inspiration, letting an ally who has a Bardic Inspiration die use it to add to the damage or healing of a spell. Speaking of, you can also learn 1 extra spell, and Charm Person forces a Wisdom save on a humanoid within 30 feet, and on a failure they’re charmed by you for an hour as long as you don’t do anything harmful to them.
3rd Level Bards can pick a Bard College, and College of Swords is perfect for an acrobatic sword fighter. You get proficiency in Medium Armor, which doesn’t matter, but more importantly, you get proficiency in Scimitars, which best mirror your weapons. You can also choose a Fighting Style, and since you wield two blades, we’ll go with Two Weapon Fighting, letting you add your Dexterity modifier to your offhand attacks. Swords Bards get Blade Flourishes, letting you use a Bardic Inspiration die when you make an attack to add extra damage equal to the result, and giving you 10 extra feet of movement for a turn, on top of 3 different effects. Defensive Flourish give a bonus to your AC equal to your Bardic Inspiration for a turn, Slashing Flourish deals damage equal to another target within 5 feet of the first equal to the result, and Mobile Flourish lets you push the target 5 feet plus the result rolled away from you, and then you can use your reaction to move within 5 feet to the target. However, Defensive Flourish is what matters the most here, so just focus on that.
3rd Level Bards can also learn 2nd Level Spells. Take the spell Animal Messenger to have Can deliver messages for you. Lastly, 3rd Level Bards get Expertise in 2 skills. Go for Sleight of Hand and Deception.
4th Level Bards get an Ability Score Improvement. Bump your Dexterity for better AC and damage. For your spell at this level, take Feather Fall as Cats always land on their feet.
5th Level Bards get Font of Inspiration, meaning your Bardic Inspiration now recharges on a short rest as well, and it also upgrades from a d6 to a d8. You can also learn 3rd Level Spells. Take the spell Leomund’s Tiny Hut to set up shop.
6th Level Swords Bards get an Extra Attack, letting you attack twice in 1 round. For your spell at this level, take the spell Locate Object to help find treasure.
Lastly, 6th Level Bards get Countercharm, letting you use your action to give you and your allies advantage on saving throws against being charmed or frightened, but this feature is honestly pretty bad.
We’ll now multiclass into Rogue. Multiclassing into Rogue gives you 1 Skill from the Rogue list. Go for Investigation. You also get Expertise in 2 more Skills. Go for Acrobatics and Stealth.
You also learn Thieves Cant, letting you speak in secret code words, and Sneak Attack, giving you an extra d6 to add to a weapon attack once per turn if you either have advantage on the attack roll or have an ally within 5 feet of you.
2nd Level Rogues get Cunning Action, letting you Dash, Disengage, or Hide as a Bonus Action.
3rd Level Rogues get to pick a Roguish Archetype, and Swashbuckler is excellent for someone slippery with both the blade and tongue. You get Fancy Footwork, meaning when you hit a creature with a melee attack, that creature can’t make opportunity attacks against you that turn. You also get Rakish Audacity, letting you add your Charisma Modifier to your initiative rolls, and letting you use your Sneak Attack against a creature without needing advantage or another ally as long as you, the creature, and no other creatures are within 5 feet of you. 3rd Level Rogues also get Steady Aim, letting you use a bonus action to gain advantage on your next ranged attack roll as long as you don’t move or haven’t moved that turn. Your Sneak Attack also increases to 2d6.
4th Level Rogues get an Ability Score Improvement. Cap your Dexterity for the best AC and damage.
5th Level Rogues get Uncanny Dodge, letting you use your reaction to halve the damage you take from an attack against you. Your Sneak Attack also increases to 3d6.
6th Level Rogues get Expertise in 2 more skills. Go for Perception and Persuasion.
7th Level Rogues get Evasion, meaning when you make a Dexterity saving throw to avoid damage, you take no damage on a success, and only half on a failure. Your Sneak Attack also increases to 4d6.
8th Level Rogues get another Ability Score Improvement. Bump your Charisma for more Bardic Inspiration and better spell save DC.
9th Level Swashbucklers get Panache, letting you use your action to make a Persuasion check contested by an opponent’s Insight check. If you succeed on the check and the creature is hostile to you, it has disadvantage on attack rolls against targets other than you and can't make opportunity attacks against targets other than you. This effect lasts for 1 minute, until one of your companions attacks the target or affects it with a spell, or until you and the target are more than 60 feet apart. If you succeed on the check and the creature isn't hostile to you, it is charmed by you for 1 minute. While charmed, it regards you as a friendly acquaintance. This effect ends immediately if you or your companions do anything harmful to it. Your Sneak Attack also increases to 5d6.
10th Level Rogues get another Ability Score Improvement. Cap your Charisma for the most Bardic Inspiration and better spell save DC.
11th Level Rogues get Reliable Talent, meaning you cannot roll lower than a 10 on any skill you're proficient with. Your Sneak Attack increases one more time to 6d6.
12th Level Rogues get our last Ability Score Improvement or a Feat. We’ll take the Magic Initiate Feat, grabbing 2 Cantrips and a Spell from the Sorcerer list. Take the Cantrips Ray of Frost and Shape Water, and for your spell, take Shield. This’ll give you a bit of ice power since you are an Ice-type Battlesuit.
We’ll finish off the build with 2 Levels in Fighter. 1st Level Fighters can pick a Fighting Style, and Defense will add +1 to your AC while wearing armor. You also get Second Wind, letting you heal 1d10+your Fighter level as a bonus action once per short or long rest to stay up in the fight.
Our Capstone is the 2nd Level of Fighter for Action Surge, letting you take an additional action once per rest.
Now that we’ve hit Level 20, let’s go over the Strengths of this build. First, you are very agile and slippery with 18 AC, Defensive Flourish, Evasion, Uncanny Dodge, Feline Agility, and Expertise in Acrobatics making you tricky to pin down. Speaking of Expertise, you have Expertise in 6 Skills and Reliable Talent, letting you always be able to jump, swindle, and sneak your way out of almost anything. You also deal solid damage with Sneak Attack and your Flourishes plus Ray of Frost for range, and thanks to Rakish Audacity and Jack of All Trades, you have a +13 to Initiative rolls, meaning you’re more likely to be first in the fray. Lastly, you have good supportive utility thanks to Bardic Inspiration.
For weaknesses, your HP is below-average for a melee fighter, sitting at around 145, so while you have many options to help reduce damage, you still aren’t as durable as someone like Kalpas. You’re also Vulnerable to Strength and Intelligence saving throws, meaning you can easily be thrown around and brainwashed. Lastly, you have multiple instances where you need to be standing still, such as using Steady Aim or recharging your Feline Agility, which can leave you open.
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2024.05.20 21:55 Terraspaz S2E17, Playing God. (A Summary of my first Watch-Through of Deep Space Nine.)

So there's this Trill, Arjin. As a reminder for the class, Trills are a race of people that try really really hard to become Hosts for a very cool parasite. This is a pretty wild process where the Trill and Symbiont merge personalities, memories, skills, and whatever else the plot requires into a new being. It sounds terrifying to me, but I'm not a Trill, so I guess you get a pass on this one, Star Trek!
Arjin is still going through the application process, and the next step is interning with an already-joined Trill to ask questions and get feedback on getting ready for the Joining. Arjin decides that his personality is whatever is needed to get Jadzia's approval, because Dax (the Symbiont part) has a long history of being a huge hard-ass toward potential Joiners. But Arjin doesn't need to worry, because Jadzia represents a new, kinder, softer Dax, and offers a calming, nurturing hand toward guiding young Arjin towards a Joining. As they're flying through the Wormhole and talking about feelings and stuff, they bump into a interdimensional space-pocket, and a Cantelope-sized mass of space-globules. They bring it back to DS9 to study, and get ready to check another box on their "New Life Forms Discovered" punchcard.
Meanwhile, O'Brien is on the Space Phone with Gul Dukat, who has finally unleashed his diabolical scheme - being kind of a dick when O'Brien asks how to deal with the Space Rat infestation on DS9. "Oh yes, those are quite the nuisance. I guess all your fancy Federation Tech can't deal with a simple rat. Long live Cardassia - Mwahahahahaha!"
Well, those rats are actually pretty problematic - they chew through the containment power that releases those space globules from science-prison. Not a problem though - the DS9 gang has dealt with goopy alien life that's escaped before, they can surely handle a loose... ...Entire Universe. ... ...Shit.
This one's bad. It's got a reverse half-life where it's doubling in size every so often, and they're nearly out of fruits to use as relative size comparisons. The Watermelon-Galaxy is expected to double in a few hours, which is gonna put a pretty big dent in DS9. When it doubles after that, it'll crack the station in half like a chicken hatching from an egg! And then it'll keep doubling some more, until it wipes out Bajor! And then the galaxy! Sisko considers squashing the dang thing, but remembers that he was pretty miffed when Borg-Picard killed his wife, and goes into the philosophy tank for a while.
After talking with Sisko, Jadzia has realized that hand holding and participation trophies aren't what Arjin needs to get across the finish line. She tells him that his face sucks, his neck tattoos are wrong, he doesn't have the first clue about what being a Trill is like, and worst of all, he doesn't even know why he wants to Join in the first place, aside from wanting to impress his parents.
Sisko decides that killing this Men-in-Black-sized universe is bad, and that letting it destroy his own universe is also bad. He elects for option 3 - throw the protoverse back into the Wormhole it came from, and that'll probably make everything fine? But the thing's unstable, and can double if the ship shakes too much, so he needs the best pilot in the quadrant to fly this thing back. Wouldn't you know, Arjin is a super good pilot!
He and Jadzia carefully navigate the Jackfruit sized universe back home. Jadzia points out that Arjin doesn't completely suck at this, and maybe, possibly, he'll be able to pull off a Joining. He still has to get 100% comfortable in his own skin before letting another lifeform live in it - but there is at least some potential there. Dax sends a recommendation to allow him to Join.
Meanwhile, across the quadrant, a smirk crawls across Gul Dukat's face, reflected in the space-termite colony he's soon to unleash upon the hapless Deep Space Nine ....Mwahahahahahahaha!
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2024.05.20 20:08 cj42092 How am I fitting over 300 words per page on Google docs when I'm using 12pt font TNR with 1in margins, everything says I should only be able to fit around 250, so what am I doing wrong?

I am working on my first novel and am trying to make sure it's formatted properly, and the fact I only have 283 pages with over 84k word count makes me think I went wrong somewhere. I am double spacing and using the standard font sizes and style so I'm just not sure why I'm fitting so many more words per page.
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2024.05.20 16:01 Tokyono [Reality TV/Carpentry] The Chop: How a woodworking show got axed after one episode because of a contestant's tattoos

This is my first Hobby Drama post in 8 months!. I am back with some more modern hobby drama! Usually, I write historical stuff, but wanted to change it up a bit :) Oh and prepare for lots and lots of carpentry puns!

Wood you look at that: Reality TV in the UK

When you think of reality tv, the words “trashy”, “exploitative”, “rigged”, usually come to mind. However, in the UK, another word comes to mind…
“Cozy”.
What do I mean by this?
Shows like the Great British Bake Off (GBBO), Antiques Roadshow, Sort Your Life Out With Stacey Solomon, Great Pottery Throwdown, etc. Shows that have a calm, relaxed, atmosphere, with a genial host, where the contestants are (for the most part) kind and cordial towards one another. However, as wholesome as these shows appear on the surface, they have their fair share of controversies. Especially the GBBO, which has a whole section on Wikipedia about its numerous controversies. Everything from issues with product placement, to contestant favouritism, to unfair elimination, production woes, leak of a winner, and even accusations of “racism” aimed at its “Nationally themed weeks” (a post for another time).
All of these issues pale in comparison to the controversy I am going to cover today. Also, unlike the show I am going to discuss, the GBBO has survived every controversy that plagued it. After 13 seasons, it is still running strong.

Chop Chop Chop: What is the Chop?

Announced in June 2020, The Chop: Britain’s Top Woodworker, was a show unsurprisingly about carpentry. It was originally planned to air on the Sky History channel. Sky is a British broadcaster.
Here is the full description:
Hosted by comedian Lee Mack, TV Presenter Rick Edwards and Master Carpenter William Hardie, The Chop: Britain’s Top Woodworker sees 10 of the country’s finest carpenters gather in Epping Forest to whittle, carve and chop their way to the final, to see who will be crowned Britain’s Top Woodworker and the chance to stage their own personal exhibition at the prestigious William Morris Gallery in London.
Master Carpenter William Hardie oversees the construction of a grand and spectacular cabin in the woods, adding a new room every week, each on a different historical theme, including Nelson’s cabin on HMS Victory, a Victorian pub, a Gothic bedroom, a Georgian hunting lodge, and a 1960s’ Mad Men-inspired lounge.
It followed a standard reality show format. Every week, someone wood be eliminated until a clear winner emerged. Viewers had a lot to look forewood to. Hopefully the show would be able to carve out its own niche. Okay, enough would puns. I know you’re all on-board.
Like most British reality tv shows, The Chop had a comfortable atmosphere, with friendly presenters that would engage in ribbing with one another and the contestants. Here are some early trailers for the show: one and two. The show was filmed pre-covid lockdown.
Mack, 52, said: “It’s quite ironic that everything was filmed pre-lockdown and pre-Covid and yet most of the contestants spend most of the time with a mask on, because it’s woodwork.
“So people will watch it and go: ‘Well they’re obeying the rules but Rick and Will aren’t’, but actually it was filmed a long time ago – this time last year.”
So, the winner was set in wood, long before the first episode aired. If you want to know more about the contestants, I found their official show biographies.
The focus of this writeup will be a guy named Darren:
Name: Darren
Age: 40
From: Bristol
Occupation: CarpenteJoiner
Background: Darren has been working in woodwork since he left school, he loves the variety that each day brings. Darren has two children and loves building them wooden items. His favourites were special beds and wardrobes he made for his children which included LED lights.

Meet Darren: Aka “The Woodsman”, Aka “the-Bloke-With-All-The-Tattoos”.

Early on, out of all the contestants, Darren was hyped up as a potential audience favourite:
It remains to be seen which of the contestants, seven men and three women, will become the viewers’ favourite, although Darren, a furniture maker from Bristol, is an early frontrunner.
Nicknamed ‘The Woodman’, his entire face is covered in tattoos and he’s not averse to making controversial statements.
‘He’s quite a character,’ says Lee. ‘We met him again at a photo shoot recently and he’d had more tattoos etched on top of his other tattoos, which I thought showed an incredible level of commitment to the cause.’
His tattoos became a key part of his marketing for the show. This was reflected in his character trailers, as well as in interviews about the show.
Darren is probably one of the show’s most striking characters, due to the fact he is very heavily tattooed – even on his head and face.
He started having his head and face tattooed around 10 years ago.
“I had other tattoos already,” he said.
“But about 10 years ago I saw someone with facial tattoos and started to work with my tattooist on my look.
“I have my daughter on the back of my head and my son on my cheek.
“When some people first meet me they are a bit shocked, admittedly.
“But they soon warm to me after a few minutes.
“Some people ask for selfies with me. I’ve never had a negative reaction to my tattoos. They are just me.”
Darren says his appearance on the show, since the trailers have gone out, has prompted people to recognise him.
“I’ve already been stopped by people who have seen the adverts.
“No one went on the show to become famous.
“But hopefully it will come across on the show that I’m a bit of a character.
There was another difference between Darren and the other contestants: he had prior experience with reality tv.
In 2007, Darren (without any tattoos) starred in “Dumped”, a show in which 11 contestants lived in a garbage dump for three weeks, in a shelter they constructed from discarded rubbish.
Darren quit after three days. He said he did it because he didn’t believe in the aims of the show
Not all the participants were convinced. Darren Lumsden, 27, owns four cars, only recycles because his rubbish would not be taken away otherwise, and throws away his pants and socks at the end of every day. He left the dump on day three. "With me it's a bit like the smoking ban – I'll only be green if I'm forced to be." Lumsden also says rumours that some local authorities only recycle half of what goes into their green bins reduce the incentive.
He also told fellow contestants: “I don't believe that what we are going to do is going to achieve anything. If I don't believe in it I won't be doing any good for myself or other people.”.
Well, he certainly achieved something with his next reality tv appearance…

On the chopping block. The controversy

The first episode of The Chop aired on October 15, 2020. Shortly afterwards, some viewers noticed certain...things about Darren’s tattoos. Certain numbers and symbols…were linked to white supremacy.
“Darren appears to have these two on his face 88 = HH = Heil Hitler 23/16 = WP = White Supremacy There's also: 18 = AH = Adolf Hitler 1488: a reference to the so-called 14 words, coined by white supremacist terrorist David Lane.”
Darren also had a sig rune on his nose…the SS symbol used by the Nazis.
Sky History was criticised by historians and antisemitism groups.
After the trailer for the programme was aired, historian Dr Elizabeth Boyle from Maynooth University in Ireland said she had seen "at least five recognised Nazi/white power tattoos".
The Campaign Against Antisemitism group also criticised Sky History, saying it had made "a terrible mistake" by including a contestant "adorned with what appear to be neo-Nazi tattoos without providing serious evidence to show that the tattoos mean something other than how they appear".
"These tattoos will be plainly visible to viewers on the show, including younger viewers, which is unacceptable," it said.
"If Sky History is indeed 'intolerant of racism' as it claims, then it must urgently provide a credible clarification or remove the contestant from the programme."
They were quick to respond, and initially defended Darren:
"Darren’s tattoos denote significant events in his life and have no political or ideological meaning whatsoever.
"Amongst the various numerical tattoos on his body, 1988 is the year of his father’s death.
“The production team carried out extensive background checks on all the woodworkers taking part in the show, that confirmed Darren has no affiliations or links to racist groups, views or comments.
“Sky History is intolerant of racism and all forms of hatred and any use of symbols or numbers is entirely incidental and not meant to cause harm or offence.”
“While we further investigate the nature, and meaning, of Darren’s tattoos, we have removed the video featuring him from our social media pages, and will not be broadcasting any episodes of The Chop: Britain’s Top Woodworker until we have concluded that investigation,” the statement said.
The media contacted Darren’s old boss, who had some interesting things to say about his former employee:
Logically also contacted Jon Hyams, a former employer of Darren’s who runs a company in Bristol building staircases. Jon said that Darren, who worked for him in 2008, was a “good kiddy,” with no ties to the far right that he could remember, though he thought he had “gone off the rails a bit” since then. He also said that Darren was always very keen to become famous and had participated in an earlier reality TV show on Channel 4. Darren was partial to a tall tale or a bit of exaggeration, according to Jon, who said that the comment about his dad’s death should be “taken with a large pinch of salt”.
Jon was right. Darren was a liar.

The aftermath. If a tree falls in a forest and no one is around to hear it, does anyone actually care?

It took the Daily Mail (a notorious rag) less than a day to track down Darren’s father and interview him:
The father of Sky History's The Chop contestant Darren Lumsden today declared 'I'm alive' after the channel claimed he was dead to defend his son’s Nazi-style tattoos.
But today his 66-year-old parent revealed he was very much alive - and living in a smart three-storey house in Bristol, not far from his carpenter son.
Trevor told MailOnline: 'I'm here aren't I?' I'm alive and kicking so I'm not dead yet.'
Darren's father has short term memory loss after a serious motorbike crash more than 30 years ago.
He lives in a shared house and has support workers popping in to help every day.
The father added: 'I haven't seen Darren for some years, I didn't know he had tattoos over his face or that he was going to be on TV.
'But if they are saying I'm dead I'd like them to know I'm not.'
Trevor, originally from Stockton-on-Tees had two sons, Darren with his former wife Gail and Wayne from another relationship.
His support worker, who didn't want to be named, said: 'I've never seen either of them and I've been looking after him for 10 years.
'Trevor has short term memory loss after a brain injury in a motorbike accident but he remembers his two sons.
'He's a lovely man and very much alive.'
Sky History today thanked MailOnline for highlighting The Chop contestant Darren Lumsden's apparent lie about the origin of his controversial tattoos.
Woah. It seems Darren is kind of an asshole.
Following this 💣, Sky History quickly cancelled the show and shelved the rest of the episodes. The Chop had been…well, chopped.
Thankfully, for carpentry fans everywhere, it didn’t take long for another woodworking show to fill the void left by The Chop’s abrupt cancellation. Handmade: Britain's Best Woodworker started airing in 2021. Its third season aired in 2023.
And that’s all I have to say about The Chop.
(I might write about The Great British Bake Off next!)
If you want to read more stuff I have written, here is a link to all of my writeups!
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2024.05.20 15:10 br153 Chip toner: 'Max pages' definition

Background:
Questions:
a. For some reason I always assumed the general definition of 'page' is the usage of ink to print one full page of typing (double spaced, Time New Roman font size 12). Is this correct or there is another definition?
b. Since the toner has a chip - would the toner stop at x3000 pages even if hypothetically I printed x3000 pages that used very little or (almost) zero ink? Or does a chip toner actually measures physically how much powder it has remaining and gives a honest feedback?
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2024.05.20 14:14 bnreele UPDATE - Does my cover scream whimsical fantasy to you? COLOR/FONT change

ORIGINAL COVER HERE: https://www.reddit.com/fantasywriters/comments/1cvwhdb/comment/l4u6k5e/?context=3
Ok y'all lol this is what I ended up with after playing around with it last night. I like this font more, it's like tattoo ink and... idunno, it just vibes with me but still keeps kind of a playful fantasy style. I did get rid of the pink and focused more on purple and blue so it has a touch of romance but isn't screaming it.
I went with the font higher up so the picture of the forest was more prominent and reduced the curve of the lettering like one user suggested. I think this is a bit more whimsical with the coloring. Better?!
Also to explain the forest, there's a prominent forest scene in the book. I just don't have the master skills to Photoshop in a castle into the background (tried and massively failed that last night, looked like a butchered picture and threw that idea out fast.)
https://preview.redd.it/y4j8jqt2ok1d1.png?width=5294&format=png&auto=webp&s=3e891ff78beda94d275c07f65152572bb096951b
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