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2023.06.07 15:00 NeedRomanticPass 48 [M4F] #NJ - Seeking a special woman!

You have been a good woman your whole life, but you also have carried a secret with you that fills you with silent shame and embarrassment, because your fantasy doesn't match your personality at all. There is something secretly submissive in you that yearns to be satisfied. You long for a dominant, sexy, man to take control of you and discipline you. You want to feel helpless...dominated...NOT in control. You want to have your panties forcibly taken down and be spanked like a naughty school girl. You want to be pushed down over the sofa, feel your skirt lifted, your moistened underwear pulled aside. You want a big, hard cock to invade your slippery wetness, stretching you wider than you thought possible and making you feel oh so delicious!. You are a normal person, constrained by society's conventions and frustrated by your inability to realize your innermost fantasies. You want to be spanked with your panties down and you want to be fucked hard! -- you are already getting wet right now just thinking about it.
I am a well educated, intelligent & professional man who is physically fit and accustomed to dealing with naughty women like you. I will lecture you and instruct you to pull your skirt up around your waist as I kneel before you and pull your panties down to your thighs. The delicious smell of your aroused pussy will rise to meet me. You will feel the cool air on your bush and revel in the delicious anticipation. Then I will instruct you to stand against the wall with your legs spread and your hands above your head while I slowly pace about behind you and your clit tingles with excitement. You will feel my eyes on your pussy and this thought will excite you even more. Then I will call you sternly and bend you over a chair so that your pussy is in full view - wet, exposed, vulnerable. Oh, the shame of it. I will stroke your clit gently and when you try to stop me I will slap your cheeks hard.
Then I will commence the spanking proper. Perhaps I will use my hand. If you resist too much I will use a slipper or my leather belt. It will sting, but not be intolerable, and every now and again you would feel my fingers probe your fragrant slippery slit, making you gasp with pleasure and ache for penetration. Maybe I will tell you to reach between your legs and spread your lips apart with your fingers as I kneel behind you and slide my tongue between your sopping aromatic folds. I will continue spanking your now very red ass and you will be torn between tears and screams of delight. When your punishment is over, I will instruct you to kneel in front of me and take my big cock deep into your mouth, making you almost gag as I hold your hair and fuck your face while you moan approvingly and look up at me, your eyes wild with desire. When I am convinced that you want my cock badly enough I will turn you around on your hands & knees and I will wait as you kneel in that position until you BEG me to fuck you, and then I will grab you firmly by your hips and RAM my hard cock into your wet & swollen pussy hard and fast; banging you the way you were meant to be banged, until we both collapse in a sweaty heap of sexual bliss.
I know you are wet after reading this so lets do something about it..
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2023.06.07 14:59 ArdentPurple 31 [M4F] NY/Online - Creative writer and extreme introvert looking for gamer gals and passionate nerds (long post!)

Hello (and thanks for reading!),
I am a creative nerd, asocial hermit, and walking stereotype of the melancholic struggling artist.
I guess that doesn't sound great, but I would also like to believe that I am a great friend, attentive listener, problem solver, and quite emotionally intelligent. I am educated (master's degree), self-employed as a freelance writer (I have some goals this year I hope I have the courage and energy to shoot for), and love to make people laugh. My primary "love languages" include quality time, words of affirmation, and physical touch. I want to spend time with you (and give you space), tell you how great you are (without patronizing), and hold your hand and stuff (maybe touch your butt).
Look, dating hasn't been going great these past few years - I wouldn't say I have any horror stories, but it is difficult to find that genuine connection for my balance of grounded, quirky, shy, anxious, fun-loving, creative, loving, and occasional self-loathing that I embody. In terms of typical qualities, I gotta be honest: I'm not an ambitious, travel-loving, type-A grindset kind of guy. I'm a comfortable bug, happy at home or walking in empty spaces with music in my ears, listening to my friends' problems and then watching shows or playing games with them online, looking forward to cooking something simple yet tasty so I can have leftovers the next day kind of guy. I think I can be exciting and challenging, and I'm willing to do a lot for a person I like but you probably won't find a jet-setting whirlwind romance here, sorry.
In terms of hobbies, I love learning about history, cooking, trivia, engineering projects, scientific discoveries, how things work, why things are the way they are. I play a lot of games in my free time, and I'd like to play games with you (although the sweaty PvP ones I might sit out unless we REALLY hit it off). I collect and read tabletop RPGs and board games, and enjoy comics and webcomics as well. Of course I watch shows and often the same shows - I would really enjoy introducing some of my favorites to you. In general I am very passionate about discussing the little nerdy intricacies of things that I am into and in equal measure I'd love to hear you geek out about your favorite stuff as well. My taste in music covers the entire gamut but my top most-played for 2022 included a lot of theatrical rock, shoegaze, prog/jazz fusion, indie pop, and heavy metal/hardcore - I wish I went to more concerts. Horror movies are cool but I'll watch anything if there is someone to talk to during. I don't write much as a hobby these days since doing it for work but running a good tabletop game will get me motivated in a heartbeat.
I also have a cute little chihuahua/terrier who is afraid that every stranger wants to ruin her life, I exercise regularly, and I enjoy hiking/biking/bouldering for more active activities.
Socially, I am very introverted. I'm not interested in meeting strangers (present post excluded, of course), I need my time alone every now and then, and if there's a lot of socialization I will need to like... take a breather for a bit and that's cool, no biggie. I get anxious when I have to talk on the phone, I dread long checkouts at the grocery store, and I am not pleased having my picture taken (although I'll be a good sport about it). I'm very gregarious and jolly with my friends or close-knit groups, but I wanted to make this clear because I have met some people who really don't understand that like, no, I do not want to go to this thing or that event just to meet people or be stuck in rooms with strangers. Please be okay with that. I promise your parents will love me, though (if you get along with them).
Physically, I must apologize on my behalf - I am excessively average in appearance. 5'8", brown haibrown eyes, dad bod although I have been working consistently to reach a more fit figure and would consider that a realistic goal for me. I have a big bushy beard and looong hair down to my tailbone, although I have no particular attachment to it and would let any potential future partner have a strong voice on if it stays or if it goes. I've never tried to dress for anyone else but myself - I tend to wear a lot of grey or earth-tone khaki pants, button-down shirt over t-shirt, and a jacket if it is cold. I might have a suit stashed away somewhere but if I do we're gonna have to tailor that bad boy before busting it out. If you like the "hairy soft bod" trope I think you're in luck, haha.
Your pic gets mine, as they say.
What am I looking for, exactly? Well, dating in the traditional sense has never been my cup of tea - I guess I've never really done much of anything in the traditional sense, for better or worse. I want us to be friends, to get to know each other and spend time together talking or sharing activities and hopefully we start swapping food pics and outfit selfies and shots of places we visit and it becomes difficult to go to sleep because we're each trying to be the last to say "goodnight" and then we realize that damn, we really enjoy each other's company and should really talk about getting serious with it - like, go out and shit. Slap a label on that sucker. I hope you are the kind of cozy homebody nerd or super badass action chick gets along well with cozy nerds who wants to forge a genuine connection. If you're local we can still go on traditional dates for pizza and museums and stuff too of course but I don't mind a long-distance thing either. If the feelings are forged, we'll make it work.
As an admittedly average unfashionable dad-bod guy I know I don't have much place to make physical demands of people but in that department I would hope you are some form of HWP or on the way there, aaand... gosh, that's it really. I'm trying hard to be healthy - I would want to be with someone who feels the same.
So, hey! I know this is a lot but I wanted to paint a genuine portrait of where I am coming from and what I am looking for. I'm not a difficult person and it's easy to say hi to me, although I perform my best with some sort of prompt to go off of. Seriously, ask me stuff - I love answering questions and will be sure to follow up with some for you! Tell me a bit about yourself, what's a hobby you're happy with and what's a hobby you wish you could explore more or had more friends to share it with?
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2023.06.07 14:59 ArdentPurple 31 [M4F] NY/Online - Creative writer and extreme introvert looking for gamer gals and passionate nerds (long post!)

Hello (and thanks for reading!),
I am a creative nerd, asocial hermit, and walking stereotype of the melancholic struggling artist.
I guess that doesn't sound great, but I would also like to believe that I am a great friend, attentive listener, problem solver, and quite emotionally intelligent. I am educated (master's degree), self-employed as a freelance writer (I have some goals this year I hope I have the courage and energy to shoot for), and love to make people laugh. My primary "love languages" include quality time, words of affirmation, and physical touch. I want to spend time with you (and give you space), tell you how great you are (without patronizing), and hold your hand and stuff (maybe touch your butt).
Look, dating hasn't been going great these past few years - I wouldn't say I have any horror stories, but it is difficult to find that genuine connection for my balance of grounded, quirky, shy, anxious, fun-loving, creative, loving, and occasional self-loathing that I embody. In terms of typical qualities, I gotta be honest: I'm not an ambitious, travel-loving, type-A grindset kind of guy. I'm a comfortable bug, happy at home or walking in empty spaces with music in my ears, listening to my friends' problems and then watching shows or playing games with them online, looking forward to cooking something simple yet tasty so I can have leftovers the next day kind of guy. I think I can be exciting and challenging, and I'm willing to do a lot for a person I like but you probably won't find a jet-setting whirlwind romance here, sorry.
In terms of hobbies, I love learning about history, cooking, trivia, engineering projects, scientific discoveries, how things work, why things are the way they are. I play a lot of games in my free time, and I'd like to play games with you (although the sweaty PvP ones I might sit out unless we REALLY hit it off). I collect and read tabletop RPGs and board games, and enjoy comics and webcomics as well. Of course I watch shows and often the same shows - I would really enjoy introducing some of my favorites to you. In general I am very passionate about discussing the little nerdy intricacies of things that I am into and in equal measure I'd love to hear you geek out about your favorite stuff as well. My taste in music covers the entire gamut but my top most-played for 2022 included a lot of theatrical rock, shoegaze, prog/jazz fusion, indie pop, and heavy metal/hardcore - I wish I went to more concerts. Horror movies are cool but I'll watch anything if there is someone to talk to during. I don't write much as a hobby these days since doing it for work but running a good tabletop game will get me motivated in a heartbeat.
I also have a cute little chihuahua/terrier who is afraid that every stranger wants to ruin her life, I exercise regularly, and I enjoy hiking/biking/bouldering for more active activities.
Socially, I am very introverted. I'm not interested in meeting strangers (present post excluded, of course), I need my time alone every now and then, and if there's a lot of socialization I will need to like... take a breather for a bit and that's cool, no biggie. I get anxious when I have to talk on the phone, I dread long checkouts at the grocery store, and I am not pleased having my picture taken (although I'll be a good sport about it). I'm very gregarious and jolly with my friends or close-knit groups, but I wanted to make this clear because I have met some people who really don't understand that like, no, I do not want to go to this thing or that event just to meet people or be stuck in rooms with strangers. Please be okay with that. I promise your parents will love me, though (if you get along with them).
Physically, I must apologize on my behalf - I am excessively average in appearance. 5'8", brown haibrown eyes, dad bod although I have been working consistently to reach a more fit figure and would consider that a realistic goal for me. I have a big bushy beard and looong hair down to my tailbone, although I have no particular attachment to it and would let any potential future partner have a strong voice on if it stays or if it goes. I've never tried to dress for anyone else but myself - I tend to wear a lot of grey or earth-tone khaki pants, button-down shirt over t-shirt, and a jacket if it is cold. I might have a suit stashed away somewhere but if I do we're gonna have to tailor that bad boy before busting it out. If you like the "hairy soft bod" trope I think you're in luck, haha.
Your pic gets mine, as they say.
What am I looking for, exactly? Well, dating in the traditional sense has never been my cup of tea - I guess I've never really done much of anything in the traditional sense, for better or worse. I want us to be friends, to get to know each other and spend time together talking or sharing activities and hopefully we start swapping food pics and outfit selfies and shots of places we visit and it becomes difficult to go to sleep because we're each trying to be the last to say "goodnight" and then we realize that damn, we really enjoy each other's company and should really talk about getting serious with it - like, go out and shit. Slap a label on that sucker. I hope you are the kind of cozy homebody nerd or super badass action chick gets along well with cozy nerds who wants to forge a genuine connection. If you're local we can still go on traditional dates for pizza and museums and stuff too of course but I don't mind a long-distance thing either. If the feelings are forged, we'll make it work.
As an admittedly average unfashionable dad-bod guy I know I don't have much place to make physical demands of people but in that department I would hope you are some form of HWP or on the way there, aaand... gosh, that's it really. I'm trying hard to be healthy - I would want to be with someone who feels the same.
So, hey! I know this is a lot but I wanted to paint a genuine portrait of where I am coming from and what I am looking for. I'm not a difficult person and it's easy to say hi to me, although I perform my best with some sort of prompt to go off of. Seriously, ask me stuff - I love answering questions and will be sure to follow up with some for you! Tell me a bit about yourself, what's a hobby you're happy with and what's a hobby you wish you could explore more or had more friends to share it with?
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2023.06.07 14:58 Business_Property213 Please help with transplant, I want to do it in turkey.

Hello, everyone. I want to go for a hair transplant in Turkey but there’s so many clinics. Can someone point me in the right direction? I want to go somewhere with a good surgeon and lots of experience but not very expensive( I will be doing max 2000grafts that’s why I’m saying not too expensive but I don’t mean cheap and whatnot). Thank you in advance
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2023.06.07 14:57 Chapter-Salty Top or T first

Im on mobile web so no pol.
Here's my reasons for top first:
I already work out my pectoral muscles
If i have to walk around hunched over one more day I'll fall apart
I sweat like a motherfucker, and once I'm on T that'll just increase and cause me more suffering
I dont think I'll be able to keep my appetite imagining chest hair on breast
Reasons for taking T first:
Bigge pectoral muscles so hopefully, better results
Hopefully easier time losing bodyfat. = better results
Hopefully some kind of shrinkage in chest = better results
No longer get ravaged by estrogen
Help me out k thx
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2023.06.07 14:57 saddestperson123 GP told me that i dont have any missing hair and I shouldn't worry about hairloss because for now my hair looks really normal. But I don't know I some doubts about it. What's your opinion?

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2023.06.07 14:57 batikfins Living with hard water - what do you need to know?

I've just moved somewhere with very hard water, after living with soft water all my life. I'm a bit paranoid about ruining the appliances because I don't know how to live with hard water.
Are there tips and tricks for dealing with the build-up in the dishwasher, washing machine, toilet, etc? Are their certain products I should use around the sinks and bathroom to keep them looking shiny? And I'd love some advice about how to stop my hair from looking so flat, haha.
Any help at all is appreciated! Thank you!
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2023.06.07 14:54 AbjectMovie688 Always been short to medium hair all my life but never found the best style for me. Trying a longer style and changed to middle part. Need advice on which style suits me

Always been short to medium hair all my life but never found the best style for me. Trying a longer style and changed to middle part. Need advice on which style suits me
At this point ill just listen to everyones opinion and just tally which they think is the best lol.
Some say they like when i go short but i hate it cause my face is round and it makes it look fat up close (see 1st pic)
Now ive been growing my hair and changed it to middle part (3rd pic) which i liked better cause it makes my face symmetrical. Before its parted to the right and side view is awful on the left.
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2023.06.07 14:54 Khaiunb Fluid arts is What we need

Fluid arts is What we need
Make a device out of a display sized 40X50 to emulate a painting canvas. The size would accommodate a fluid art medium with GIMP tools enhanced with an extreme sensitivity of the canvas display able to sense a blow from a fan in every direction and speed. And the blow of a hair fan also could substitute the torches to pop the bubbles inside the painting.
It should advance the display technology to become a common sensor for the weather etc., And fluid art is there to make the advance sustainable in the first place. And along rises the use of print media. Imagine!
https://preview.redd.it/m48al5j0gl4b1.jpg?width=300&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=b9f13ade7d5236c280258985767b15716ca519bb
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2023.06.07 14:51 Adept_Victory3201 M British professor finishing up work for the day. [chat] [friendship] [relationship]

I love my job, I work with great people, and I am doing some really satisfying work. However I can’t seem to shake this somewhat flat feeling. I’ve moved around the UK for a while now and it often leads to fleeting friendships and a lack of stability. Consequently it gets a bit lonely- so here we are. I’ve written a little about me here:
In my 30s, 6ft, blue eyes, brown hair
I love my sport (both watching and playing) Often love to read but need a good recommendation to get me back into it again. Hiking is great fun, it gives you real sense of accomplishment. I want to travel more and would love to hear some of your stories.
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2023.06.07 14:51 rcroswell Bleaching my hair for the first time. If I use these two, is that all I need? Going for a platinum blonde

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2023.06.07 14:50 kiplet1 [City of Roses] no. 27.2: “The first order of Business” – at This table – antique Punk bullshit – the Basics of Security

[City of Roses] no. 27.2: “The first order of Business” – at This table – antique Punk bullshit – the Basics of Security
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“The first order of business,” says the man at the head of the table, “in any face time we take with potential occupancy partners, we need to assess how the anticipated anchor’s gonna impact their appraisal and availability approach.” It’s a long table, a slab of wood the color of pale flesh, polished to a striking gleam that’s broken here and there by a phone or a computer tablet laid before this person or that, until down at the very other end of it, a couple of comb-bound reports bristling with post-it flags, a spill of colorful diagrams, a worn redweld holding a couple of file folders upright, a small black notebook splayed open, the wispy scratch of a fountain pen, APPRAISAL written in ruddy black ink, AVAILABILITY , then three sharp underscores. “It’s not,” the man at the head of the table is saying, “that we anticipate an antagonism toward the anchor, on the part of any potential partners?” His flat grey suit’s a touch too big, the collar of his soft blue shirt’s undone, his sparse beard neatly trimmed. “But by anticipating,” he says, “their respective stances vis-à-vis their individualized brand engagement profiles which, let me assure you, we will be reviewing in a thorough manner before we, we take up any,” he’s trailing off, “tête-à-têtes,” blinking quizzically. The room about them’s walled in cool sheets of green-tinged glass on all four sides and more beyond refracting, reflecting, shimmering desk lamps and fluorescents, computer screens, heads popping up over cubicle walls, turning, following the figure swimming up through them, one glass door after another opening before her, “I,” says the man at the head of the table, “excuse me,” as the final glass door swings open, she’s sweeping into the room, Ysabel in her long white coat. “I tried to tell her,” someone’s saying, a receptionist maybe, bobbing in her wake, and “Do you mind,” says an older man, halfway down the table, a hand on his phone on the wood, but she’s glaring at the very other end of the table. “How dare you,” she says.
“Sorry, folks,” says Lymond, screwing the cap onto his fountain pen. “Think we might have the room a minute?”
“I, um,” says the man at the head of the table, “we just got started?”
“And we’ll get right back into it,” says Lymond. “I’m really looking forward to hearing more about this brand engagement. Now,” pushing back his chair, “if you don’t mind,” but already they’re filing out, shirts and blouses of dull green, milky blue, an intrepid puce, awkwardly around past Ysabel all in white. “Um,” says the man who’d been at the head of the table, in his flat grey suit.
“Thanks,” says Lymond, cheerfully. The green glass door swings shut. “How dare I?” he says, to Ysabel. “I’m the King. A certain latitude’s expected.”
“You could’ve gotten her killed,” says Ysabel.
“They’re watching, you know,” he says, tucking a report into the redweld. “Go on. Lean over the table. Slap me. That should be enough to undo all his sacrifice secured.”
She blinks at that, draws back. “Sacrifice,” she says.
“He thought of it as such,” says Lymond, stacking up those diagrams, tapping their edges against the wood. “Now. Slap me, or turn about, and go home.”
“Not until you explain yourself, brother.”
“Oh, Ys,” he says. “If you would play at this table,” he’s tucking the diagrams into a file folder, “you must pay attention.” A wince, as he sets the folder aside. “We find ourselves upon a crux: the duel between the Devil and the Huntsman redounded to our favor, yet the wound’s but freshly healed. Any sudden shift might tear it right back open.” His hands, folded together before him, a thumb pressed tight against a knuckle. “Is that what you would have?”
“I’ve seen the wound,” she says. “He nearly cut her through. The owr does what it can,” and she looks up from the tabletop to meet his eyes, one brown, one blue, both cold. “She sleeps. She’s been asleep since the Mason brought her home.” Leaning down now, both hands planted on the glossy wood. “I’m doing you a courtesy, by answering a question I assume you would eventually have asked?”
A bitter something of a smile. “How is Jo,” he says, “how Jo is, I know how is our Gallowglas: loyal, and effective. I trusted her to do what needed doing, and she went and got it done. Now,” over her sharp intake of breath, “I ask, once more. You know what is at stake. Do you mean to stand against any particular point of our plan?” Leaning in close. “Slap me,” he says. “Or go home.”
She steps back, she turns away. Before she can open the green glass door he says, “Take care, sister, where and when you might vent any further displeasures?” Looking down, at his folded hands. “Our tantrums are expensive.”
“You’ve no idea,” she says, “what could’ve spilled from her heart, had his stroke been a whit more true.”
She opens the door. He shifts his thumb. The thin line of a neat straight cut along the edge of his forefinger, sewn with tiny beads of dark red blood. He lifts it to his lips. “Um,” says someone, the man in the flat grey suit a touch too big, peering into the room. “Everything good?”
“Paper cut,” says Lymond, waving him in. “C’mon, let’s go. Take it from the top.”

Well and I don’t know, dim voices floating up through floorboards loosely laid across the joists, not what we discussed, poets and junkies, epic, like some, there’s a mirror, there’s no one in the mirror, there’s a crack in the glass of it jagged, chased and dappled, splotched with gold, a spangled haze, such a history, working together, that didn’t work, a drip-drip trickle from the faucet, puddles on gold-streaked marble about the sink, but there, it’s gonna be epic, dust gone dark to grey, to black, a lump of it mucked up under the mirror, with the shreds of a burst plastic baggie, this, or this, or this. There’s music, too, loud but languid, strummed guitars, a melodeon, but she’s sitting up in the dark, her head in her hands, and there is no mirror, no light, no sinks or water, no marble countertop, but there is the dust, spangled, glimmering in the milky cloud of her hair, and still the music.
“Well if we have to have a name,” says Gloria Monday.
“It’s something to put on a poster,” says the woman sitting on the nubbled pea-green couch, one hand braced on the curled handle of an orthopædic cane, a big brown scaley purse in her lap.
“Well if that’s all we want,” says Gloria, wrestling to one side a great stretched canvas, a twirling figure calligraphed in slashes of black, to reveal another propped behind it, the next wild scribble of dance. She steps back, behind a tiny silver camera atop a stolid tripod, stoops to peer through it. “We could call it the Lawn,” she says, snapping a picture. Straightening, she looks back and forth, from the painting, to the image of it, now on the enormous white-framed monitor behind her there on the worktable.
“As in get off the?” says the woman standing off to one side, her long black coat done up with brightly silver buttons, and a little grey snap-brim hat on her head.
“That’s not what we discussed,” says Anna in her houndstooth trousers, narrow black-rimmed glasses glaring in the light.
“The house,” says Gloria, taking hold of the canvas. “Run-down and falling apart and poets and junkies and twenty bedrooms to one bathroom and full of,” lifting, “epic,” hoisting it aside, “legend, and, and art,” to reveal the next. “The Lawn,” says Gloria Monday. Her feet are bare, laddered tights printed with overlapping gears, her vast white T-shirt says Robot Fightin’ Boots.
“I liked Weatherall’s,” says Anna. “If we’re going to change it.”
“Yeah, well,” says Gloria, stooping behind the camera again.
“Sounds like some Harry Potter shit,” says the woman in the long black coat.
“Jilting of,” says Gloria, snapping another picture. “Granny Weatherall? Been a while, since you been in high school?” The woman on the couch snorts up a laugh, sits up, hefting her cane. “How about,” she says, pointing the wide rubber foot of it out, toward the cavernous space beyond, “this building,” the boxes, equipment, the bulks of whatever it is under tarps shoved off to either side, stacked in the stalls that one by one march down the long high walls, “the history,” soaked in soft grey light depending from up under the rafters, the windows there scrubbed clean of filth, scraped clear of paint, “a name should honor that.”
“It was a warehouse for vegetables,” says Gloria.
“A farmers’ market,” says the woman on the couch, “built by Italian immigrants, working together. Cooperatively.”
“Snot Market,” says Gloria, “Grime Market, that didn’t work,” grabbing the next canvas, “Pus Market has a certain punch,” hauling it aside, “but Anna didn’t like any of those, and anyway it’s antique punk bullshit. Effluvial Plane I kinda liked, but that’s too, much, y’know?”
“How old are you?” says the woman all in black.
“Fuck you,” says Gloria. “That’s how old I am.”
“Gloria,” says Anna.
“No, fuck this,” snarls Gloria. “We got the space. We’re doing the thing. It’s gonna be epic. And you can either get on board, get your, people, involved,” the woman on the couch, clutching her purse, “you can write about it like you know what’s gonna happen,” the woman all in black, hands in her pockets, smirking, “or you can scramble to catch up after, like everyone else.”
“Ms. Thorpe, we must apologize,” says Anna, after a moment, but “No, no,” says the woman all in black, “tempers run hot and you let them out and that’s fine, and then you stop and you take a deep breath and you think. Maybe you do this, or maybe tomorrow you’re kicked out for squatting. You don’t – ”
“Hey, Anna!” says Gloria. “What’s the owner got to say, about us being here?”
“There are no objections,” says Anna, but Thorpe looks away, rolling her eyes. “I did my homework,” she says, lifting her little grey hat, “or I wouldn’t be here at all,” scratching her head, her dark hair short, swept back. “You’re Suzette Wilson, you’re Tom Wilson’s daughter, and I’m sorry for your loss, but the title to this pile is hardly as clear-cut as,” but Gloria’s saying, “This, this is my place,” as Thorpe says “that’s before we even get into the questions of insurance, and zoning, and inspections,” but Gloria’s shouting “S1! Last Thursday! The Teahouse! You think they waited around for fucking paperwork?”
Anna and the woman on the couch, watching them both, Gloria seething, Thorpe settling her hat on her head, “Well,” she’s saying, tucking her hands in the pockets of her coat, “S1 is street-legal now, yeah, and the Teahouse? That was in Sellwood? Long gone. And you have any idea how much the merchants on Alberta pay the city for extra cops?” A shrug, and that smirk warms to something more sympathetic. “You want to beg forgiveness instead of ask permission and I can respect that, but there’s this delicate balance. You gotta be big enough to get noticed, but you can’t be so big you get noticed, you know?” Looking out, over the cavernous space below. “And all this you want to do in a week.” Turning back, hands spread in a hapless shrug, a burble of sound, “I like you,” she says, “I do, I like the idea,” looking up. It sounds like someone’s singing up there.
Up there, up at the edge of the planks laid across the joists, up by the brief ladder bolted to the wall a couple of long bare legs kicked over and orange underpants, ee, ee-oh nor, the keening voice a grunt, doo da-da dee, doo da-da dee, down the ladder to the walkway up there, a wild mad cloud of white-gold hair, “and quickly was received, enthusiastically,” and Thorpe looks down, over at the paintings leaned, at the image on the enormous monitor. “Some say that it had more to do with her,” the singer’s making her way, hand on the railing, “improper sense of dress, than her talent, or her diligence,” opening a door up there, painted with letters that possibly once said Ranchers, or Gardeners, and closing it muffles her song. “I’m sorry,” says Anna, drawing back their attention. “It seems Marfisa forgot we were meeting this morning.”
“I’ve seen,” says Thorpe, “I’ve heard her, before.”
“Salt and Straw,” says the woman on the couch, but then, lifting a finger, “no, that’s the ice cream.”
“She kinda came with the place,” says Gloria. Up there a crash of water, flushing, that door opens, Marfisa’s stepping out, “Cartier Bresson!” she shouts. “Max Ernst, Paul Eluard, George Bataille,” as she’s making her way back along the wall above them. “Their misogyny really irritated her, but she wasn’t, she,” stopping, standing there, wavering a little, looking down at them. Absently scratching just beneath a breast, and sunlight flashing from the gold dust spangling her skin.
“I heard you play once,” says Thorpe, abruptly.
Her wide smile spreading, Marfisa tips back her white-gold head, “Lee, ee-oh nor!” she sings, reaching for the ladder. “Lee, ee-oh nor!” Climbing back up toward the makeshift floor above.
“Stone and Salt!” says the woman on the couch. “That was it.”

Ding the microwave, she opens the door of it, reaches in with a hot pad for a steaming pink mug that says Sophia & Dorothy & Blanche & Rose. In she dunks a purple octopus infuser, dandling its delicate chain a moment. Color blooms.
Out of the kitchen, across the living room, dark wood paneling, grey-green shag, shuff and snap of her slippers into a nook of a hall, too brightly lit. She nudges open a door left ajar, into a small dark room lit only by sunlight staining the edges of heavy curtains drawn, and almost entirely filled by a great wide bed. “I’ve brought tea,” she says, setting the mug on the nightstand in the corner. “Hey.” Sitting on the edge of the bed. “I called Reg,” she says, reaching along the margin of the thick dark comforter, and a gentle stroke for the blond head there, turned away. “Told him we’d need another week. He wasn’t happy, but hey. Fuck him.” Tucking a lock of her own hair, as blond, as straight, behind her ear. “Chrissie,” she says. “Chér.”
“I don’t want any tea.”
“Yeah, well,” says Ettie, and she gets to her feet with a sigh. “This would be why I stick with men. They can’t break your heart.”

The door swings open, for a moment all’s revealed, scarred floor and drifts of grit against the bar, peeling dimpled paint along the front of it and its cracked vinyl bumper, dust furring the bottles along the top shelf, the washed-out flyspecked neon lights, the bartender, spiky hair flared palely to a golden brown, hand up against the raw daylight, skinny arm festooned with shadowy tattoos, “Jacks?” says Jessie, blinking, but the light’s swallowed away as the door swings shut, and dimness closes about the warm neon, the sparkle of glass, the rattle of drums and a couple of jangled chords, bubbling bass, “Jackie?” says the bartender, his hair gone black. “Ah, naw. She ain’t here.”
“Oh,” says Jessie, in her puffy pink parka. “Sorry. I thought,” and she shakes her head, Americans were thus denied, someone’s singing, with the guitar and the drums, all right to travel to the other side. “She usually works mornings,” says Jessie. “Any idea when she’s in next?”
“No, see,” says the bartender, “I mean, she’s not here? Anymore?” Folding those skinny arms, leaning his elbows on the bar. “And we can’t be giving out people’s schedules, come on. Basic security.”
“I’m a friend,” says Jessie, and then, “I used to dance here? About a year, year and a half ago. Went by Rain?”
“If you’re a friend,” says the bartender, “I mean, she left, what, right after the holidays? Two, three months ago? So, I mean,” and he spreads his hands. “Want something to drink?”
“Where’d she go?” says Jessie.
“I don’t know, Eugene or something? But even if I did I couldn’t tell you, because, security, you know. Coffee? Anything?”
Betcha my life, there’d be no violence there, and she opens her mouth to speak but everything lights up again, washed out, as the door swings open, two women, raincoat, trench coat, gym bag and backpack, nodding to the bartender who waves hello as they head through empty tables past the empty little stage, toward the nondescript door back there. “How about Chilli,” says Jessie. “He back there?”
“He, naw, Chilli, we’re,” the bartender jumps as she walks away, “we’re under new management,” he calls after her, “so,” but there’s confusion by that nondescript door as it opens, those women stepping through around and past a man who’s stepping out, brown leather vest and rich red hair flopping from a widow’s peak, “I need you to,” the bartender’s saying. Jessie waves him off. “It’s Gaveston,” she says. “I know Gav.”
But Gaveston’s holding the door for someone else, a tall woman in a white track suit, short hair greenly yellow, and Jessie stops short, in the midst of the empty tables. “Chariot?” she says. The tall woman’s saying something to Gaveston, as she heads off past the little stage. “Iona?” says Jessie, and the tall woman looks over to see her there in pink. “Oh,” she says, stopped short. “Rain.”
“Is she here?” says Jessie. “The,” a cough, “the Princess? Uh, Queen? Ysabel?”
Iona’s shaking her head, “I’m merely here on her behalf,” she says, stepping away, but “Iona,” says Jessie, “Chariot, tell her, please,” and Iona stops, looks back. “Yes?” she says.
Jessie looks away. “Nothing,” she says. “Don’t tell her anything. Not even, that you saw me.”
“As you wish,” says Iona. Jessie’s still looking away, there among the empty tables. I’d want the giddy-up, the guitar jangles, I’d want to live it up, I’d want the pick-me-up, and the nondescript door back there’s now shut. The bartender isn’t behind the bar that flares, scoured once more by daylight as Iona opens the door outside. She steps through, the door swings shut, the darkness returns.

Nox Sea Raid say the letters punched in light across the screen. Choose Your Squad swooshes in below. A husky contralto says Set em up Sarge over the speakers, and the guy on the beanbag thumbs and clicks the controller in his lap, wheeling the view on the screen about a motley crew of centaurs, each stepping up to present arms as the focus settles fleetingly on them, uttering a catch-phrase, Rock an roll, rack em and pack em, they will fear my song, buzzbombs why’s it have to be buzzbombs, reportin for beauty! rock an rack em rock an pack em why’s it have to fear my rock an roll an reportin! “This is gonna suck,” says the guy on the beanbag, “I need more’n one tank for this.” Wrinkles about his eyes and gingery stubble along his jaw. “Whaddaya think,” he says, looking away from the screen, “would a Mixolydian,” but there’s nobody beside him, there’s a man headed away, over toward the grand dark staircase, dodging around a dark wood column, his sweater bulky, red, he’s looking up to the woman stopped there on the stairs, black trousers, a bowtie unclipped about her winged collar. “Long as he needs,” she’s saying, and “Oh,” says the guy on the beanbag, turning back to the screen, “Ellen’s home.” Clicking through the figures on the screen, rock an roll, reportin for beauty, they will fear, “The hell was he doing, wearing my shirt?” and the guy on the beanbag looks up again at that, the man in the red sweater a step or two up the stairs, and Ellen above him, maybe a shrug, “It looks better on him,” she’s saying, turning away. Why’s it have to be, says the centaur on the screen. Rack em!
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2023.06.07 14:49 lockenkopf_boutique Jessicurl Aloeba Daily Conditioner Best Conditioner For Curly Hair Lockenkopf

Weightless moisture for your curls.
Curls need moisture. But every hair is slightly different and there is a risk that the curls will be "flattened" by the weight of the product. Aloeba contains oils of jojoba, coconut and avocado that moisturize your curls without weighing them down. The added herbs make it a Best Conditioner for Curly hair that can also be used as a leave-in.
Application: Apply to damp curls, leave on for 3 to 5 minutes and rinse. If you need more moisture and want to control frizz you can also use Aloeba as a leave-in conditioner.
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2023.06.07 14:49 canPaykek An Unforgettable Hair Transplant Experience at Hair Upload Clinic

Choosing Hair Upload Clinic for my hair transplant was a decision I will never regret. From start to finish, the entire experience was exceptional, and I am thrilled with the remarkable results.
Hair Upload Clinic, located in the heart of Turkey, exceeded my expectations in every way. The team's expertise and professionalism, led by the amazing Dr. Erkam Caymaz, were truly commendable. Dr. Caymaz's extensive knowledge and attention to detail gave me confidence throughout the entire process.
The staff at Hair Upload Clinic made me feel welcome and comfortable right from my first consultation. They listened to my concerns and provided honest and transparent information about the procedure. The clinic's state-of-the-art facilities and advanced techniques reassured me that I was in good hands.
During the actual hair transplant procedure, Dr. Caymaz and his team exhibited precision and skill. They meticulously implanted each hair follicle, ensuring a natural and aesthetically pleasing result. The post-operative care provided by the clinic was exceptional, and they were readily available to answer any questions or concerns I had during my recovery period.
Now, several months after the procedure, I am amazed at the transformation. My hair looks fuller and more youthful, and the best part is that it looks completely natural. The results have exceeded my expectations, and I couldn't be happier.
I would highly recommend Hair Upload Clinic to anyone considering a hair transplant in Turkey. Their professionalism, expertise, and dedication to delivering outstanding results make them a top choice. Thank you, Hair Upload Clinic, for giving me a new lease on life and boosting my confidence!
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2023.06.07 14:48 FishCivil6779 Things that i don't like/is overused in AUs.

So,i know AUs are made for people to reimaginate the Five Night at Freddy's lore.But there is stuff i dislike ois overused in AUs.(If you do these,please don't take this personally.Theses are my opinions)
1.William having a traumatic backstory,to explain his murders,and when everybody he killed knows it,they forgive him for RUINING THEIR LIVES (or making william a victim)
2.Michael being a hero,like,he has done bad things in his life,he's not a saint. Plus ,Gachatubers usual make his friends controls mike just because the GachaTuber wants Mike to be a saint.
  1. William Either Simping for Mrs A. or Henry(Like,it's overused,and i dislike that tbh)
4.Stereotypical Designs:Why does the animatronic have hair??It's a robot!
5.Shipping robots with robots
6.Stereotypical Designs for Aftons:I think everybody thinks that the stereotypical designs are the designs we mainly used in 2020,but no!it's more the designs we use NOW!like William being awlays portraited having Purple,or for future aftons making them have awlays illusion disks(it's overused)
7.Shipping the same charachter with themself (the once-cest was enough)
  1. CC being Vengefull,it's a great idea,but usually it gets annoying,and it even make him seem like bratty(even tho it was probably not the GachaTubeCreator's intention)I see great potential tho.
9.Character designs having lots of Neon designs.(i don't hate it,it's just it distracts me a lot)
10.Very similar designs,i know getting inspired is good,but if it's too similar,then ask the GachatubeOwner of the designs if you can do it or not.
(I will probably make a second part soon)
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2023.06.07 14:47 fakefurcoat Swingo 20 / Levonorgestrel review

Swingo 20 is 0.1 mg Levonorgestrel and 0.2 mg Ethinylestradiol
I’ve been taking this birth control for 9 months. So far it’s a fairly neutral birth control. No bad side effects really. However, I naturally am an anxious person, have a lower libido, and have thinning hair. Who is to say what’s the cause of birth control and what’s been there all along. That said, no change between birth controls.
Ive been on 50 mg spironolactone for many years (5+) so this should counter the androgenic effects of Levonorgestrel. I suspect this is the cause of my suppressed libido, but considering my hair loss it’s a good balance.
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2023.06.07 14:46 aesa1 My husband has been WFH since 2020 and I’m sick of being around him 24/7

My husband and I have been together for a long time. We have almost 20 great years together under our belt. We have two kids. Our life is really amazing and we are fortunate to be able to enjoy many small luxuries and afford to do the things we want to do. My husband is a wonderful person that would do anything for us, which makes me feel really awful for what I’m about to write…
When the pandemic hit, his company had him start working from home. It was great for a while but it’s been over 3 years and he’s never gone back to working in an office. He is still with the same company, but I guess they figured out he can do his job from home just fine so he now works from home, maybe forever? I don’t know.
I have always worked from home and set my own schedule, so I was already here during the day. Now that we’re both home 24/7, it’s really starting to grate on my nerves. In the beginning, I was able to carve out alone time for myself when I did things like go to the gym, or taking a walk outside alone…. Aside from working, I have a pretty full routine myself. I am also an athlete and I spend a lot of time on fitness and nutrition - these things are important to me but I always fit it into my day in a way that doesn’t take away from my family. Working out became one of the only times I got to spend alone, without my husband or kids being up my a** like hemorrhoids.
Over the last 3 years, my husband has decided to get in shape too. At first, he would go to the gym at a different time than me, but now he insists on going in together. I hate this. He has started to tag along with me when I go for walks. This is made doubly irritating because many times I’ll be ready to go and he’s like “I just need a few more minutes” or maybe one morning it will be me that’s moving a little slower but he will be making me feel rushed or like he’s waiting for me even though I never asked him to wait for me to do anything (and literally don’t want him to… I want to do these things by myself.)
Even if I say I’m just going to run to the store real quick, he tries to insert himself into the activity. The other day I just wanted to get out of the house and meander around Home Goods and my husband practically gave me an interrogation about it…. “Well what do you need? Are you looking for something in particular? How long will you be gone? Are you going to get food when you’re out? Do you want company?”…. Meanwhile I’m thinking to myself, “I’m actually just trying to get away from you for a few minutes and get some time to myself.”
I rarely do anything alone and it’s starting to get on my nerves. At home, he literally follows me around if I leave the room. I don’t think he realizes he’s even doing it, but if I get up to go to the bathroom in our room, I’ll come out and see that he has also come in and is laying on the bed just looking at his phone. But It’s like why are you in here? Or for another example, I’ll be standing in the mirror doing my hair or makeup and he will decide he just has to jump in the shower at that moment….. another example is the other day I was in my closet just trying on different outfits and he came in and sat down and lingered there watching me and asking me what I was doing, if I was going somewhere….. I wasn’t. I’m a woman that just likes trying on clothes.
I can’t even find personal space in my own home. This is super hard for me because I am someone who needs their alone time and space. I don’t like being questioned about everything I do or having to explain why I’m going somewhere. Back when he worked outside the home he has no clue what I did all day. I could go to the gym any time I wanted, run any errands I wanted, buy myself lunch out, etc. and no one was here to slow me down or ask me a million questions like I’m a child that can’t be alone.
I can’t exactly tell my husband I want him to leave me the F** alone (respectfully) without hurting his feelings but I am 1000% fed up with his constant presence and infiltrating things and activities that were previously my only alone time.
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2023.06.07 14:45 dball37 [Sun Care] Sunscreen amount for bearded face?

Does anyone have insight on how much I should be putting on with a full beard that starts at about mid-cheek? I can put some sunscreen in the top part, but down by my jawline and below there is enough hair for me to not worry/not want sunscreen there.
The traditional recommendation is 1/4 teaspoon for face/neck. How far down does that cover? My beard may be about half or a little less than half of that area.
I want to be putting on enough, but sometimes if I put the full 1/4 tsp on my exposed face it feels like too much. Any guidance is appreciated. Thanks!
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2023.06.07 14:44 Smurdette Conflicting adoption stories

I was adopted in the 1970s through a Lutheran adoption agency. Growing up, my adopted mom told me a story about meeting my bio parents (she was a small blonde high schooler, he was a tall bearded high schooler with red hair).
After my mom passed, I decided to track down my biological parents. I found my bio mom via DNA test on Ancestry.
Now the thing is, when I spoke to her and mentioned her meeting my adopted mother, bio mom said she never met my adopted mom. She said she had no idea what happened to me, her parents never told her what they did with the baby, she didn’t even know the name of my biological father. She actually asked to see any paperwork I had from the agency (I don’t have any).
My question: Do you think my mom made up the story of meeting my bio parents, or do you think the adoption agency faked a young couple for her to meet?
This is just something I’ve wondered about and obviously can’t ask my mom.
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2023.06.07 14:43 queen-of-the-butt I love being Indian/South Asian

So I've seen a LOT of hate recently about Indians on the Internet. I saw a post about a guy that hates being Indian.
While I wasn't born in India, I currently live in the UK and was born in the Caribbean. I see a lot of my fellow Indo Caribbean people claiming only to be from the Caribbean as they are ashamed to be Indian.
Although I don't speak the language, or may not be as authentic as someone who actually lives there I am SO proud to have Indian ancestry.
I love the music. I love the culture. The country looks beautiful and I would love the visit one day. The clothing is so beautiful and vibrant. Indian cuisine is delicious. I always see people calling it 'dirty', and yes some of those street food vendors do look unhygienic but if cooked safely the food is amazing.
I LOVE my brown skin, my black hair and dark eyes. My skin, my nose, my features are a combination of both my Indian parents and they are my world. They have taught brought me up educated but shown me such love. They've taught me generosity. How to cook. How to respect people. How to live.
I think people think they can 'bully' Indian people because they don't usually fight back. A lot of people seem ashamed to be called Indian, yet if they are mistaken for being from another country they'd be so happy. I beg, if you are Indian and someone makes fun of you stand up for yourself. Don't sit back and watch people demean you and your people.
I have many Pakistani and Bangladeshi friends and we have similar cultures. South Asian culture is beautiful. I love the focus on family.
I know Indians aren't perfect. The colourism and caste system itself is an example how how even within out own people, it's seen as shameful to look 'too Indian'. Every culture has it's problems though.
Indian and South asian men are beautiful. I see many who feel undesired but I love them. They are home to me. I love their beards, their kind eyes, their beautiful brown skin. I love a man with a 'freshie' accent. It's the cutest thing ever. I would love if my future husband was South Asian. I want my children to have glowing caramel skin and my curly black hair. I want to see myself in them. I want to see my parents and my ancestors in them.
If anyone looks down on Indians, you can suck a big back of dicks.
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2023.06.07 14:43 Maximum-Habit-7575 35 [M4F] #Toronto GTA Canada // Married BBC Dom...SEEKING FREEUSE SLUT. BE MY DIRTY SECRET!

In search of a woman that enjoys being a freeuse slut. I need a gal that loves to suck cock, be told what to do, get spanked, choked, kissed and spit in your mouth, hair pulling, forced orgasms, and creampies.
I like a woman who loves to serve and please a dominant man. I want to have you taking dick in a ton of positions, being a wet mess for me, toss you around like a ragdoll, let you know you are my slut, your purpose is to please, and make you my nasty lil fucktoy. I want you creaming and squirting for me, moaning loudly and telling me how much you love being used. I want you swallowing, taking facials, and feeling my thick cock throb inside of you while I empty my load in you.
I enjoy smoking 420, travel, good drinks / food, and I am a gentleman in public. I have a thick uncut cock, perfect to hit all your good spots, stand 5'10 tall, 190lbs, and have been told I am very handsome and sexy. I have a few tattoos and a dark caramel complexion with a nice line up.
I want to fuck you like my personal property, tell you that you are a good girl, call you slut, whore, and my bitch. Ask you who's bitch or slut are you and have you tell me daddy owns that slut pussy. I am very verbal, direct, and love a woman that likes to get nasty, enjoys dirty talk, and also has a filthy mouth like myself.
I do have pics, can host or travel. I do drive and can pick you up. I am mixed, black, married and not looking to change things. I want you to be my dirty secret. Open to any age / race / relationship status.
Be clean, std free, down to fuck, and be eager to please.
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2023.06.07 14:41 Darkinho15 Does anyone know If there's an acessory for Chun Li's hair buns?

Have gone pretty Far in World tour but i still couldn't find It.
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