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Wait, is this just GATE? (376/?)
2023.06.09 23:09 PepperAntique Wait, is this just GATE? (376/?)
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First Writer's note: My bad about the past few days. A stomach bug and work got in the way. But all's good. Now learn some tragic backstory, a bit of Earth info, and the status of everyone's favorite omen of misfortune. Enjoy. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The King was already conversing with Colonel Muhammed when James finally caught up with him in the command room. He jogged in at a brisk pace, but stopped when he saw the two of them talking on the small tablet in front of the King.
King Farrick cocked an eyebrow as he saw James. James just shrugged while mouthing "I know." and gesturing at his beard. The King shook his head as he looked back down at the tablet.
"We're just glad our people could be of assistance sir." The Colonel said. "Even if it only ended up being during the cool down after everything had already resolved."
"It is greatly appreciated Colonel." The King replied. "Seeing as the dungeon is currently erm... ruined... we'll have to let the last few of your people there out. Though they'll still be restricted in their movements." He added. The Colonel nodded, as if she'd expected as much. "As for the weapons." He continued. "Well," He sighed deeply. "I look forward to the.... paperwork.... regarding its use in necessary situations."
Colonel Muhammed let out a quick snort. "I'll see if I can get em to keep it short and sweet." She said.
The King motioned for James, who walked over. "Captain Choi is back earlier than expected, as I'm sure you know." He said as James got next to him and he turned the tablet so its camera caught James too. "I'll let you have him for a bit."
And just like that James was looking at his commanding officer while sporting a neon pink beard.
"Evening ma'am." He said with his cheesiest smile.
Muhammmed's eyes glazed over as she saw the ridiculous facial hair.
"Do I even want to know?" She asked.
"Nope." James replied honestly. "But I made friends during my trip." Then he shook his hand in a so-so gesture. "Well... one of em might just be an...." Then he rethought his standing with the Vatrian Emperor, Vateris. He also hadn't talked with command about his personal vendetta against the so-called gods. "Look. I didn't end up in prison or dead. And things went mostly well."
And suddenly a very grainy, sand-coated, hand was holding James's. He did what he could not to jump with surprise.
"By the way. Meet Glag!" He said excitedly as he panned the camera down to the rock monster's face. Glag looked at the screen with wide, amazed, eyes. James was surprised to see that Glag looked surprisingly dark, and just a little red. "He's a new companion!"
"What in the hell is that?" The Colonel asked as she peered at the screen on her end.
"Glaaaaag." Glag replied.
"Introductions done." James said. "So, what's the deal with the Zootopia duo?"
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"Okay. It was weird at the store." Samantha said as she looked around. "But this is just plain strange."
Around them the restaurant was empty. The bistro Fletcher had brought her to, The Blue Tree, was a ghost town. A few of the staff stood at the greeting booth on the other side of the room. But other than that it was completely deserted. It was so quiet that they could hear the kitchen staff working prep in the back, for what had to be ONLY their food.
"Admittedly I think they took this a bit too far." Fletcher said abashedly as he peeked at the small menu. "This can't be cheap for the hospital, or government or whoever is funding the rehabilitation program."
There was an awkward silence for a few moments as they both tried to think of what to say. Neither of them would admit it, but it had been a while since either of them had dated.
And neither of them had ever dated in THIS particular scenario.
"So... how long have you been a lawyer?" She asked hesitantly.
"Um... about... eight years now?" He said uncertainly as he tried to do math in his head. "Close to nine. How bout you? How long were you in the Army before um.... well. You know."
She nodded. She was getting a lot better about acknowledging what had happened. But it was still a sore spot.
"I was about half way through my second term. So about six years." She answered, even though she was certain he'd probably read that in her file at some point. "Wasn't gonna reenlist again though."
"No plans to make it a career?" He asked.
"No." She said with a shake of her head. "No I intended to get out and get certified as a ration enforcement officer once I was done."
"Ration enforcement?" He said with raised eyebrows. "That's a dangerous job. Even compared to being an MP. Planning on staying near your family?"
She chuckled. "Yeah." She admitted. "My fathers shop is small and usually gets shunted by the bigger ones in the area. Wanted to stick around and keep the queues in order so it didn't happen."
"Ah. Makes sense." He responded as one of the wait staff came over.
A few minutes later, and after Fletcher had ensured that they'd been warned about Samantha's new dietary difficulties, the young woman departed with a smile and promise that their drinks and appetizers would be out in just a few minutes.
"And what got you into law?" She asked once they were alone again.
"My wife." He said, causing her to spit out the small sip of water she'd taken after asking the question. He smiled and there was a pain there. "Don't worry." He said. "I'm not married anymore."
"Divorced?" She asked, trying to figure out what was happening now.
Fletcher's mouth opened for a moment as he tried to think for a second. Did he really wanna have THIS talk on, what was hopefully a first, date. "Widower." He said softly.
And just like that she was thrown off balance again.
"I'-I'm so sorry." She said hastily. "I didn't know."
He held his hands up in warding. "It's fine." He said reassuringly. "It's been.... almost a decade now. I'm... I'm okay."
There was another awkward silence, though this time NOT because neither of them had anything to say.
Fletcher spoke first.
"She was a Paramedic." He said. "She was helping with some humanitarian work overseas and um... She got sick from some of the fallout." He nodded as he took a deep breath. "The organization she worked for was uh.... less than honorable about helping her get cared for afterwords. I started reading up on as many laws and regulations as I could to help her fight for it. But uh.... too little too late." Then he fake-smiled. "But I found out I was good at understanding legal jargon so I uh.... found my calling. I guess. Retooled my college classes and the rest is history."
"That's awful." She said quietly, not knowing what else to say given what she'd just heard.
"It was, yeah." He agreed. "But uh... thanks to that I've been able to help a lot of people who've been screwed by similar situations. So... I don't know. Guess that's something."
She smiled too. "Well you helped me." She said. "Didn't expect the ARMY of all organizations to back down from some legalese."
He pointed out at one of the windows, at the people outside walking about. Across the street a few teenagers were watching as one of them tried to levitate. The kid rose about a foot or so before beginning to wobble and then flipping over and falling on his face. The other two fell out laughing and jeering as he picked himself up.
"Between the two packs that split off and headed north and south, and all the people that have started to have ACTUAL magic powers." He said with a shrug. "I think they just have bigger fish to fry."
"Your appetizers and drinks." The server said, startling both of them.
"Ah." Fletcher said with a genuine smile this time. "I think you're gonna like the crab sliders here. They actually use REAL crab."
Her eyes widened. Real crab was rare nowadays. Then she looked at the server, who was nodding. "They closed this place and you guys serve REAL crab?" She asked.
"Sure do." The server replied with a smile. "We're one of the few restaurants in the city that gets any.
"God you weren't kidding." Samantha said as she turned back to Fletcher. "It must have cost a fortune to close a place like this for a night."
"I told you." He said jokingly with a grin.
She slumped, a little embarrassed at everything that had to have gone into this. She didn't deserve all this.
"So we'd better make the most of it before the hospital's finance department catches on." He said as he raised his glass of wine in a toast. "Again, assuming this isn't government funded. Which... it probably is."
Samantha lifted the large stein of light ale and, as gently as she could, clinked it against his glass.
"Enjoy." The server said as she nodded and stepped back.
And just like that the tone of the conversation lightened, and the rest of dinner was much more enjoyable.
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Vickers awoke with a gasp.
Everything hurt.
He'd been beaten up pretty badly before. Had even been way too close to explosions a few times and spent weeks in the hospital recovering afterword to make sure he didn't have any unseen injuries. Then there was the time some turbulence had caused him to botch a wet insertion from a helicopter that had already been almost at the max height for a dive.
Those had all had him SORE for weeks.
This was different.
He felt both hot and cold at the same time. And not just his skin, but his entire body, inside and out, felt like they were infused with IcyHot.
And try as he might, he couldn't see, and everything was muted.
"He's awake." Someone said from outside of him.
"Fetch the Archmage and master Farstorm." "Whe-" He tried to say. But his voice was horse, and cracked as he tried to wheeze out the question. "Where?" He said weakly after struggling to swallow with a mouth that was drier than it had ever been before.
Someone touched him on the chest, and even though the touch was light and delicate he groaned in pain as every nerve in the area screamed.
And even in that excruciating moment, the part of his brain that nobody could ever fully get rid of, no matter how much training they underwent, joked.
So this is what Choi's life is like. It said sarcastically.
Running through life like a marshmallow that got dropped in a camp fire every few months. Tough little fucker. "Calm down Mister Vickers." One of those muted voices, that he thought sounded familiar, said.
"We only woke you up so the Archmage could ask a few questions. We'll have you back under in a minute. Let me give you something for the pain." "Not until the lead healer has okayed it." Another voice said somewhat harshly.
"We don't even know how your Earth medicine will affect his body now." "I do." The first voice replied.
"I've used this stuff on were-people before. It works just fine. I just have to up the dosage. And Shrend knows it." The first voice, which he now faintly recognized as Choi's mom, said.
There was a pinch in the middle of a bloom of fire on Vickers' throat as a needle was pressed into one of the veins there.
And suddenly the pain, and everything else for that matter, seemed to drop away.
"Thassss..." He began. "Thasssalot... bedder."
"Shhhh." Mrs. Choi said as he felt, faintly, her touching his head.
"I'm gonna take off some of your bandages so you can hear and see." She finished as his hearing cleared. "Plus we need to check your eyes and ears anyways."
A moment later Vickers' eyes opened and he was surrounded by a swirling mix of green and amber light. It was blurry, though he was mostly just happy he had any sight at all.
"Still cloudy." Mrs. Choi said as she pried his eyes open ever so slightly and looked inside. She as about to check his ears when the door opened.
Vickers turned his head with a slowness that was not intentional.
"Chief Vickers." Said the old mage who usually spoke so slowly, and looked so frail. But he didn't look or sound anything of the such at the moment as he pulled up a chair and sat where he could look at Vickers.
"Thaassss....me." He said as his head swam with whatever Mrs. Choi had given him. Probably Ketamine or something.
"I know you're in a lot of pain right now." The old mage said. "But we need to know what you saw. What was on the other side of that door before the Elemental manifested?"
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2023.06.09 22:59 dickles_pickles 26 [M4F] - New Jersey/East Coast/USA - Closeted goth "gamer" guy and tall girl appreciator looking for loving relationship. Open to relocation, pictures included!
Here's a very informative post because I'm very serious about finding the right person for me. I've clearly marked and categorized everything, so feel free to skim the parts that interest you the most.
What brings me to reddit for dating: For the short of it, I've been doing online dating for about 7 years, and could only describe my experience as a sisyphean struggle. With more traditional dating platforms having been
absolutely torturous and a complete waste of time, with me rarely ever finding matches and those I do get ending up being ghosts or people who just don't respond less than productive, I'm hoping this might give me a breakthrough.
Age: 26, open to 18-32~. I’m less about age, more about attraction.
Appearance: 5'8", medium length blond hair (pictures are from when it was short), blue eyes, white skin, slim fit body type. I dress almost exclusively in black if I can help it, hence "closeted goth". I've been told I'm fairly handsome, but I'm including a few (poorly taken) pictures, so you can decide for yourself whether or not I've been lied to!
(Imgur seems to be having problems lately so if you're getting an error that's why. My posts tend to get automatically removed if I include any other image hosters but if you message me I can send alternatives no problem.)
Face: https://imgur.com/a/ykiCkwQ Body (Warning: Shirtless): https://imgur.com/a/zO96e63 Interests: Many of my interests fall into the "nerd" category. Games (video and tabletop), anime, music, art, sci-fi and fantasy stuff of all varieties. I enjoy a lot of RPG's, and some of my favorite game series include kingdom hearts, fire emblem, dark souls, and a fair few others. I play a lot of league at a fairly high level, but I'm not exactly proud of that because the game damages my sanity at times.
In general, I like to keep in shape, play games with friends, share music I think is great, watch tv/movies/anime (horror and psychological stuff especially), share memes, read, and do some amateur writing. I'm also rather intelligent/insightful and enjoy some nuanced discussion.
Location: Currently in central NJ, somewhere in the no man's land between nyc and philly. I'd prefer someone local who I can meet in person, but won't pass up someone great online who's willing to eventually relocate or that I can eventually relocate to.
Looking For: Monogamous relationship, ideally something serious. I feel that what I'd like the most is to find someone very special to me, who I can love with all my heart and spend my life with. It'd probably be my greatest joy in life to be able to do that, and have someone do so in return. That said, this is just a description of my ideal scenario, not what I'd expect out of every relationship.
Traits I'm Looking For: Kind, loving, trustworthy, understanding. Good sense of humor, emotionally intelligent, communicates well. In this regard, I wouldn't ask for anything I don't freely give. I also very fond of women who are dominant/aggressive in a playful way, as well as role reversal dynamics.
Personality: Generally cool headed, laid back, and kind. Introverted, but can be extroverted when I'm in my element and otherwise comfortable. Deceptively intelligent despite how incredibly basic my pictures look, but I also tend to clown around a lot so that's not easy to discern at first. I’m also very reasonable, with a strong preference for peacefully resolving issues, so you can expect very little to no drama and good communication. Oh, and according to a myers briggs test, I'm an INFJ?
Fun facts: I have a deep and sexy voice which many people don't expect, and a great many people tell me I should get into radio or voice acting. I'm also a bit dead on the inside but that's probably because there's a skeleton living inside me.
Partner preferences: I'm a big fan of goth/alt girls, as well as tomboys. I also really like short hair, usually between pixie and neck length, and have a sizable interest in women that are taller than me. But these aren't dealbreakers! As long as I find you attractive, everything is fine.
Dealbreakers/Requirements : Similar interests are pretty important for me. I tend to play a lot of games in my free time for entertainment, so having a partner that I can do that together with is my ideal. I do have a strong preference for body type that I unfortunately can't get past, with that preference being the thinner end of the spectrum when it comes to proportions/body fat. So basically petite/slim/fit/muscular.
PLEASE DON'T BE A SOCIOPATH, OR ACT LIKE ONE! If you have any questions about anything I mentioned (or didn't), just ask and I'll absolutely answer them for you. I'm very friendly so absolutely feel free to come talk to me.
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2023.06.09 22:55 anonymoushag Matched my outfit to my hair today
2023.06.09 22:50 theinfohoarder Never had a routine! How to start?
| Hello, everyone. I will start by saying my hair is damaged. I do trim regularly though. My hair has been bleached/ highlighted in the past (quit doing) and I used to use a straightener my entire teenage life. I never knew how to take care of it properly. Now that I am older, I would like to revive it and start a routine. I have attached two photos. This is what it looks like on a good day. Note I DO NOT use any wavy hair products, gels, or shampoos. I just use a cheap shampoo from walmart called Tresemme Botanique Nourishing Hydrating Shampoo. I always air dry and never diffuse it. It is usually frizzy because of the damage anyways. Also, I have stopped straightening for months! My questions are: • Should I invest in a wavy hair shampoo and conditioner maybe? My hair is very dry bottoms/oily-ish on top. I have thin hair too just to note! • How can I repair the brittle damage? I had hard water damage too since moving to my new house.. Are there any repairing products for wavy hair? • Should I start some type of routine or really work on fixing the damage? I am so new to this. I would really appreciate any feedback you have! Thank you so much <3 submitted by theinfohoarder to Wavyhair [link] [comments] |
2023.06.09 22:49 The_Liamster03 20 [M4F] Brighton, UK - I want to meet my soulmate and fall in love
This is going to be a long post but here I go anyway. My name is Liam, I have never been in a romantic relationship before. I literally have no love life whatsoever, I’ve tried Tinder but I hardly get any matches and I got rejected by my crush when I was 16 but that’s a story for another time. I’m quite desperate at this point and I’m really lonely. This will sound cliché but when I was younger I always imagined that I’d get married to a beautiful woman, have one or more children, go on holidays to different countries, own a nice car and live in a big house. Fast forward to today and that idyllic lifestyle is more of a dream that probably won’t ever come true. Life isn’t a stereotypical romcom as much as I wish it were true. I know I’m young and I might get lucky one day, no one knows what the future holds. Anyway moving on. I’ll be honest and say I’m not that good looking but I am mature for my age. To describe my appearance, I’m white, 5’5, average build, blue eyes and have black hair. I’ll be happy to share pictures in chat if anyone is curious. I’m very shy and introverted but I do try my best to have a conversation. I’ve been told I’m funny and nerdy but also have a nice personality as well. My star sign is Capricorn but that’s all I know about it. My favourite hobbies (if you could call them that) are playing video games, watching movies/tv shows and occasionally reading books. I’m a very big Star Wars fan and my favourite Netflix show is Wednesday. This might be embarrassing to admit but my celebrity crush is Jenna Ortega lol. My music taste is pretty much just anything mainstream but I like Lewis Capaldi. My favourite Pixar film is WALL-E. Call me lazy but I love to just chill and relax at home in my pyjamas. I’m a family oriented person and an animal lover with two cute dogs who I adore. I’m looking for a woman who will love me for who I am, to build a special bond with and to have a future together. As cringe as it sounds, I just someone to love me as much as I’d love them. I guess I’m a hopeless romantic lol. I don’t know if I should say this here but I do really want to have children one day but that would be something that would happen in the long term and I’m no rush anyway. I am a great uncle to my niece and nephews and fatherhood is something that appeals to me. I’d like someone who is close to my age but that wouldn’t be a deal breaker. I don’t want a long distance relationship as I can’t travel and I want someone who is not too far. I’m not bothered about appearances as personality means much more to me but my “type” would be a white, petite, hot, curvy woman with black or blonde hair and blue eyes. I want us to get to know each other first and then possibly meet up for a date. Hopefully we can “click” right away but I understand it might take time. Anyway I don’t want to keep on rambling so this goes out to any women out there, if you want to talk or ask me questions then feel free to DM me. I look forward to hearing from you all and thank you for reading my post
Liam x
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2023.06.09 22:44 WyldHart 37 [M4F] #Phoenix, Arizona, any women want to be pregnant but DON’T want to raise the kid?
I know this isn’t how things usually work on here, but I’m looking for a woman who wants to be bred, get pregnant, have the baby, but who doesn’t want to raise it or be involved in any way. Maybe you want to be a surrogate and help someone build a family, maybe you want all the attention that comes with being a pregnant woman. I don’t know your reasons, and I don’t really care. I want to be a single father. I have for as long as I can remember. I have a strong support system of family friends, and I make enough money to provide a good, stable home.
On the more sexual side, for those that are interested, I’m 37, white, 6 feet tall, a little overweight but getting in better shape. I have brown hair and blue eyes and I’m 7 inches and uncut. I’m bi, so open to couples, and race doesn’t matter to me.
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2023.06.09 22:40 FarAd1587 29 [m4f] US/Texas/online- just looking for someone to chat with and get to know, daily chats flirty banter and who knows
Hello if you’re reading this! Like the title says, not looking for anything specific, just someone to talk with and get to know, and who knows from there!
About me:
Don’t want to say everything on this post, can save that for when we chat. I’ll keep it brief. I’m a huge sports guy. Love playing and watching sports. Quite the binger of movies and tv shows, especially a good comedy or action. Do play video games, but wouldn’t say I’m a gamer. Enjoy staying active, whether that’s sports or whatever.
Looks wise I’m 6’2, blonde hair blue eyes, fit but not liked ripped or muscular or anything lol
Anyways, I look forward to hearing from you!Send a pic and a random thing about you to start off!
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2023.06.09 22:37 JoshAsdvgi The Sacred Origin of Smoking
| The Sacred Origin of Smoking Smoking is, of course, originally an American custom, and with the Indians of North America possesses a sacred origin. "Of the sacred origin of tobacco the Indian has no doubt, although scarcely two tribes exactly agree in the details of the way in which the invaluable boon was conferred on man. In substance, however, the legend is the same with all. Ages ago, at the time when spirits considered the world yet good enough for their occasional residence, a very great and powerful spirit lay down by the side of his fire to sleep in the forest. While so lying, his arch-enemy came that way, and thought it would be a good chance for mischief; so, gently approaching the sleeper, he rolled him over toward the fire, till his head rested among the glowing embers, and his hair was set ablaze. The roaring of the fire in his ears roused the good spirit, and, leaping to his feet, he rushed in a fright through the forest, and as he did so the wind caught his singed hair as it flew off, and, carrying it away, sowed it broadcast over the earth, into which it sank and took root, and grew up tobacco. "If anything exceeds the savage's belief in tobacco, it is that which attaches to his pipe. In life it is his dearest companion, and in death is inseparable; for whatever else may be forgotten at his funeral obsequies, his pipe is laid in the grave with him to solace him on his journey to the 'happy hunting-ground.' ' The first pipe' is among the most sacred of their traditions; as well it may be, when it is sincerely believed that no other than the Great Spirit himself was the original smoker. "Many years ago the Great Spirit called all his people together, and, standing on the precipice of the Red Pipe-stone Rock, he broke a piece from the wall, and, kneading it in his hands, made a huge pipe, which he smoked over them, and to the north, south, east, and west. He told them that this stone was red, that it was their flesh, that of it they might make their pipes of peace; but it belonged equally to all; and the war-club and the scalping-knife must not be raised on this ground. And he smoked his pipe and talked to them till the last whiff, and then his head disappeared in a cloud; and immediately the whole surface of the rock for several miles was melted and glazed. Two great ovens were opened beneath, and two women (guardian spirits of the place) entered them in a blaze of fire; and they are heard there yet, and answer to the invocation of the priests, or medicine-men, who consult them on their visits to this sacred place. "The 'sacred place' here mentioned is the site of the world-renowned 'Pipe-stone Quarry.' From this place has the North American Indian ever obtained material for his pipe, and from no other spot. Catlin asserts that in every tribe he has visited (numbering about forty, and extending over thousands of miles of country) the pipes have all been made of this red pipe-stone. Clarke, the great American traveller,relates that in his intercourse with many tribes who as yet had had but little intercourse with the whites he learned that almost every adult had made the pilgrimage to the sacred rock and drawn from thence his pipe-stone. So peculiar is this 'quarry' that Catlin has been at the pains to describe it very fully and graphically, and from his account the following is taken: "'Our approach to it was from the east, and the ascent, for the distance of fifty miles, over a continued succession of slopes and terraces, almost imperceptibly rising one above another, that seemed to lift us to a great height. There is not a tree or bush to be seen from the highest summit of the ridge, though the eye may range east and west, almost to a boundless extent, over a surface covered with a short grass, that is green at one's feet, and about him, but changing to blue in distance, like nothing but the blue and vastness of the ocean. "'On the very top of this mound or ridge we found the far-famed quarry or fountain of the Red Pipe, which is truly an anomaly in nature. The principal and most striking feature of this place is a perpendicular wall of close-grained, compact quartz, of twenty-five and thirty feet in elevation, running nearly north and south, with its face to the west, exhibiting a front of nearly two miles in length, when it disappears at both ends, by running under the prairie, which becomes there a little more elevated, and probably covers it for many miles, both to the north and south. The depression of the brow of the ridge at this place has been caused by the wash of a little stream, produced by several springs at the top, a little back from the wall, which has gradually carried away the superincumbent earth, and having bared the wall for the distance of two miles, is now left to glide for some distance over a perfectly level surface of quartz rock; and then to leap from the top of the wall into a deep basin below, and thence seek its course to the Missouri, forming the extreme source of a noted and powerful tributary, called the "Big Sioux." "'At the base of this wall there is a level prairie, of half a mile in width, running parallel to it, in any, and in all parts of which, the Indians procure the red stone for their pipes, by digging through the soil and several slaty layers of the red stone to the depth of four or five feet. From the very numerous marks of ancient and modern diggings or excavations, it would appear that this place has been for many centuries resorted to for the red stone; and from the great number of graves and remains of ancient fortifications in the vicinity, it would seem, as well as from their actual traditions, that the Indian tribes have long held this place in high superstitious estimation; and also that it has been the resort of different tribes, who have made their regular pilgrimages here to renew their pipes.' "As far as may be gathered from the various and slightly conflicting accounts of Indian smoking observances, it would seem that to every tribe, or, if it be an extensive one, to every detachment of a tribe, belongs a potent instrument known as 'medicine pipe-stem.' It is nothing more than a tobacco-pipe, splendidly adorned with savage trappings, yet it is regarded as a sacred thing to be used only on the most solemn occasions, or in the transaction of such important business as among us could only be concluded by the sanction of a Cabinet Council, and affixing the royal signature." submitted by JoshAsdvgi to Native_Stories [link] [comments] |
2023.06.09 22:36 JoshAsdvgi The Sacred Bundle
| The Sacred Bundle A certain young man was very vain of his personal appearance, and always wore the finest clothes and richest adornments he could procure. Among other possessions he had a down feather of an eagle, which he wore on his head when he went to war, and which possessed magical properties. He was unmarried, and cared nothing for women, though doubtless there was more than one maiden of the village who would not have disdained the hand of the young hunter, for he was as brave and good-natured as he was handsome. One day while he was out hunting with his companions hunted on foot in those days--he got separated from the others, and followed some buffaloes for a considerable distance. The animals managed to escape, with the exception of a young cow, which had become stranded in a mud-hole. The youth fitted an arrow to his bow, and was about to fire, when he saw that the buffalo had vanished and only a young and pretty woman was in sight. The hunter was rather perplexed, for he could not understand where the animal had gone to, nor where the woman had come from. However, he talked to the maiden, and found her so agreeable that he proposed to marry her and return with her to his tribe. She consented to marry him, but only on condition that they remained where they were. To this he agreed, and gave her as a wedding gift a string of blue and white beads he wore round his neck. One evening when he returned home after a day's hunting he found that his camp was gone, and all round about were the marks of many hoofs. No trace of his wife's body could he discover, and at last, mourning her bitterly, he returned to his tribe. Years elapsed, and one summer morning as he was playing the stick game with his friends a little boy came toward him, wearing round his neck a string of blue and white beads. "Father," he said, "mother wants you." The hunter was annoyed at the interruption. "I am not your father," he replied. "Go away." The boy went away, and the man's companions laughed at him when they heard him addressed as 'father,' for they knew he was a woman-hater and unmarried. However, the boy returned in a little while. He was sent away again by the angry hunter, but one of the players now suggested that he should accompany the child and see what he wanted. All the time the hunter had been wondering where he had seen the beads before. As he reflected he saw a buffalo cow and calf running across the prairie, and suddenly he remembered. Taking his bow and arrows, he followed the buffaloes, whom he now recognized as his wife and child. A long and wearisome journey they had. The woman was angry with her husband, and dried up every creek they came to, so that he feared he would die of thirst, but the strategy of his son obtained food and drink for him until they arrived at the home of the buffaloes. The big bulls, the leaders of the herd, were very angry, and threatened to kill him. First, however, they gave him a test, telling him that if he accomplished it he should live. Six cows, all exactly alike, were placed in a row, and he was told that if he could point out his wife his life would be spared. His son helped him secretly, and he succeeded. The old bulls were surprised, and much annoyed, for they had not expected him to distinguish his wife from the other cows. They gave him another test. He was requested to pick out his son from among several calves. Again the young buffalo helped him to perform the feat. Not yet satisfied, they decreed that he must run a race. If he should win they would let him go. They chose their fastest runners, but on the day set for the race a thin coating of ice covered the ground, and the buffaloes could not run at all, while the young Indian ran swiftly and steadily, and won with ease. The chief bulls were still angry, however, and determined that they would kill him, even though he had passed their tests. So they made him sit on the ground, all the strongest and fiercest bulls round him. Together they rushed at him, and in a little while his feather was seen floating in the air. The chief bulls called on the others to stop, for they were sure that he must be trampled to pieces by this time. But when they drew back there sat the Indian in the centre of the circle, with his feather in his hair. It was, in fact, his magic feather to which he owed his escape, and a second rush which the buffaloes made had as little effect on him. Seeing that he was possessed of magical powers, the buffaloes made the best of matters and welcomed him into their camp, on condition that he would bring them gifts from his tribe. This he agreed to do. When the Indian returned with his wife and son to the village people they found that there was no food to be had; but the buffalo-wife produced some meat from under her robe, and they ate of it. Afterward they went back to the herd with gifts, which pleased the buffaloes greatly. The chief bulls, knowing that the people were in want of food, offered to return with the hunter. His son, who also wished to return, arranged to accompany the herd in the form of a buffalo, while his parents went ahead in human shape. The father warned the people that they must not kill his son when they went to hunt buffaloes, for, he said, the yellow calf would always return leading more buffaloes. By and by the child came to his father saying that he would no more visit the camp in the form of a boy, as he was about to lead the herd eastward. Ere he went he told his father that when the hunters sought the chase they should kill the yellow calf and sacrifice it to Atius Tiráwa, tan its hide, and wrap in the skin an ear of corn and other sacred things. Every year they should look out for another yellow calf, sacrifice it, and keep a piece of its fat to add to the bundle. Then when food was scarce and famine threatened the tribe the chiefs should gather in council and pay a friendly visit to the young buffalo, and he would tell Tiráwa of their need, so that another yellow calf might be sent to lead the herd to the people. When he had said this the boy left the camp. All was done as he had ordered. Food became plentiful, and the father became a chief, greatly respected by his people. His buffalo-wife, however, he almost forgot, and one night she vanished. So distressed was the chief, and so remorseful for his neglect of her, that he never recovered, but withered away and died. But the sacred bundle was long preserved in the tribe as a magic charm to bring the buffalo. Their sacred bundles were most precious to the Indians, and were guarded religiously. In times of famine they were opened by the priests with much ceremony. 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2023.06.09 22:35 Chemist-with_Beard [29][M4F][Karlsruhe][Germany] Just a german guy hoping to find a nice woman to lose his virginity.
Hello to everyone reading this. My name is Jule. I hope you have a nice day. Being shy and introverted led to me being single for all of my 29 years on this earth. I am also a virgin for the same reason and same amount of time. I intend to change this before I turn 30 next year.
Let me first tell you something about me, starting with my looks. I'm 1,75m (5'10) tall and weigh 100kg (220lbs). I have white skin, blue eyes, glasses and light brown hair. I go to the gym three times a week with slight success and I really enjoy working out. I also enjoy reading, sometimes even devouring one book in a day if I have the time. I love listening to music, alternative rock most of the time but sometimes I enjoy other genres. I also play the bass, albeit not really good. I can also be a binge gamer when a new and ineresting game comes out. The last time it happened was last month with the new Zelda. I would describe myself as a kind man with a quick wit. My humor can be quite dark and sarcastic. I prefer not to talk much if I don't know another person good enough but if I know someone, I can talk like a river. I'm slightly socially awkward so our conversation might be a bit awkward too.
Now just a little bit about who I'm searching for. You should be nice and understanding. I'm a bit of an overthinker so a patient woman would be ideal. It would also be nice, but not neccessary, if you would be willing to take over control and show me the ropes (if you are experienced). As long as you are over 18 I don't care how old you are. Ethnicity and looks don't matter as much as long as the traits I described above are there. It would be nice if you live near me or in Germany or one of the surrounding countries. It would also be ok if you are willing to travel to me.
Don't be shy to ask me any questions you have in private. I will be glad to provide answers and a picture of myself, if you are willing to do the same. I also hope to get to know you a bit better so a connection can build and it will not just be a quick and dirty business. Maybe it will even lead to something more in the future.
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2023.06.09 22:33 SirGorti There are rumours that during Italy 1933 crash they recovered 7 feet bodies of beings with blond hair and spacious foreheads
I looked deeper into the story of alleged Italy 1933 UFO crash retrieved by Italian military. As some of you probably know, Luis Elizondo once gave credence to this story. On the BlackVault website there is intriguing article written by dr Roberto Pinotti who provided telegram document in which Mussolini did order 'absolute silence is required about an alleged landing on national soil of unknown aircraft'.
On the LiberationTimes there is an article from 2021 written by Christopher Sharp, who is very good source of information about UFO and whistleblowers. Here is what he found:
'Mussolini’s next priority was to study the craft. Italy’s top scientists and engineers were assembled to form a top-secret group, supposedly headed by the celebrated engineer Guglielmo Marconi, inventor of the radio.'
'Initially, no one (including Mussolini) strongly believed the craft was of extraterrestrial origin. The most widely held belief was that it was German.
After all, the bodies retrieved had a strong resemblance to Germans, with their blue eyes and blonde hair.'
'Although strongly suspected as German, the Italians always referred to the craft’s origin as ‘unknown’ (as stated in documents), meaning nothing conclusive could ever be proved.'
Story about those bodies in Wright-Patterson base. '
Two bodies allegedly lay on a table. They look like twins. They’re dead and preserved with formaldehyde. The bodies are in bad shape. They look like victims of a bad car accident – but the heads remain intact. But their features trouble a French biologist invited to study the bodies. 'Two males, very tall (around 7ft), long blonde hair, very high and spacious foreheads, clear blue eyes that look somewhat Asiatic, small noses, small mouths, small chins, thin lips, very clear pale skin, but no signs of facial hair. Their hands, although slender are human-like, their toes are small and their feet flat. The story gets weirder. Their skin appears perfectly white but shows no signs of keratin granules, which play an important role in providing natural moisturization for the skin, in addition to UV protection, and water retention. Startlingly, the biologist discovered that their lymphatic systems were dominant and practically replaced the blood system, providing a high degree of protection from any disease.' 'They were not human, at least as we know it. That’s at least how the story goes. There are two accounts of these alleged recovered bodies within Wright-Patterson, which inform this story. The first was from William Brophy, whose father claimed to have seen the bodies when serving as a Lieutenant Colonel in the United States Air Force (USAF). Brophy claimed that his father told him the story, among those of other UAP encounters whilst serving in the USAF.'
'The second account is from UAP researcher Leonard Stringfield, who told the story of the French biologist in his 1982 book, named ‘
UFO Crash/Retrievals: Amassing the Evidence: Status Report III’. U.S. officials allegedly confirmed to the French biologist that the bodies were not human and were of extraterrestrial origin. After much hesitancy and many years, the biologist decided to tell his story, and his account was picked up by Stringfield.'
Obviously we don't know if that's true or no. However it's worth to mention that those kind of beings were reported during 1954 UFO incident by Jessie Roestenberg and in 1975 by Travis Walton.
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2023.06.09 22:21 hvingsomefun 48 [M4F] #Minnesota, #Online, geeky introvert seeking friends first, now with 200% more pictures!
Hi! First, the basics: I am 6'1, 220 lbs. Dad-bod. Working on it. Workout 5-6 days per week. Bald (shaved) but dark hair and blue eyes. Attractive.
Awkward mirror selife! Schlubby me! Separated but not divorced yet. Live alone.Things I enjoy: Movie buff. Love all kinds. Let's watch our favorite movies together and have fun conversations about what we loved and hated about them after.
Love musicals, be they stage or screen. Love going out to see live shows.
I do game quite a bit (PC). Having someone to game with would be great.
I read, mostly fantasy, sci-fi and post-apoc. I write some (fiction).
Enjoy going for walks (outside, don't like treadmills). Love weekend driving trips. Have started getting into cooking.
I skew pretty introverted. But once you get me past that initial nervousness I tend to be almost over communicative. I do love me a fun conversation. Being compassionate and empathetic are important to me. I do my best to be both of those things. Sometimes I'm better at it than others, but I always try.
Love to hear about your day. Love to hear what you're passionate about and what interests you. So please have interests that you are passionate about. Better yet if you can articulate the what and why of said passion :)
What am I looking for? An emotional connection with someone. Friendship first, and then maybe more. Or maybe not. Friends are great too. And I am definitely not in any sort of hurry. The opposite in fact.
I'm attracted to confidence, but also compassion (too many people seem to think that in order to convey confidence, they have to be a jerk. That doesn't convey confidence, to me it makes you appear insecure to be honest). Strong women are insanely sexy. I am looking for an equal in all things if it ever reaches that next level. Maybe more than an equal?
Physical attraction is a thing, but I don't necessarily have a "type". I will find your wit and intellect far more attractive than anything else.
Wow. That was a lot wasn't it? If any of the above clicked with you even a reach out and let's see what happens. Happy to move to Discord or Telegram.
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2023.06.09 22:15 HorrorJunkie123 I Work at a Small Town McDonald's. My Manager Makes us Follow a Strange Set of Rules - I Think I'm in Way Over my Head.
If you need to catch up, you can do so
here.
A couple of college kids stumbled in, trying to hide the fact that they were obviously stoned out of their minds, and retrieved a pickup order. I watched as they clumsily staggered out the door. One of them held it politely for a small old lady. An old lady wearing a shawl. She didn’t utter so much as a thank you, beelining up to the register with purpose. I was exhausted, up well past my normal operating hours, so I had completely forgotten about the rules. Big mistake.
The woman glowered up at me, face obscured from view. Her head covering was black as well as the rest of her outfit, not unlike a ninja you’d see in a movie. The aura she radiated frightened me, but not enough to release me from my sleepy haze.
“Hello, how can I help you?” I yawned, lazily covering my mouth.
The woman didn’t move a muscle. She scowled at me, yellow reptilian eyes piercing my psyche and sending my heart into overdrive.
“Ma’am? Would you like to order something?”
Nothing. The longer we continued our staring match, the more sedated I felt, and not just due to the lack of sleep. She had some sort of strange pull over me. I nearly nodded off, my mind wandering back to the instructions.
Before I passed out, I murmured, “where’s Tony?”
Suddenly, I was released from my trance and the woman was nowhere to be found. Like she had simply vanished into thin air. My eyes widened. That was close. Too close. I trudged to the sink and splashed some cool water in my face, then poured myself a large cup of coffee. I knew it would probably keep me up well past closing, but hey, if it helped me avoid another incident like that, I was all for it.
I had just finished dumping the dustpan into the trash when I felt it. A peculiar sensation crept over me like bugs crawling on the back of my neck. I was being watched. But from where? I sensed it coming from the drive thru. I whipped my head in its direction. Empty. It shifted to the dining area. No one was there. I grew lightheaded and panic began to surge through my system. A breeze swept past my ear, and I swear I could hear a soft almost imperceptible voice whisper, “Blair.”
I bolted to the office, slamming the door shut as quickly as I could. What
was that? I paced around the office like a caged animal, anxiously waiting for something, anything to happen. After what felt like an eternity, it began to dissipate without incident. I sat there for a moment, contemplating if this was really the right career path for me.
Was every night like this? I was snapped back to reality by static emanating from my headset. I ripped it off until the noise stopped. A bumbling male voice crackled through it.
“Hey, uh, is this place open?” he slurred, obviously under the influence.
“Yeah. What do you want to order?”
I was beginning to lose my cool. Between all the strange occurrences and the inebriated customers, my patience was wearing thin.
“I’ll have a filet-o-fish meal.”
“Coming right up.”
I made my way back to the kitchen and began preparing his order.
“Who the hell comes to McDonald’s at one-thirty in the morning for a freaking filet-o-fish?” I grumbled, purposely dousing his sandwich in sauce.
I served the man, hoping to be rid of him as soon as possible.
“Thanks. Hey, is that a kid at the counter?”
I turned my head and sure enough, there he was. A mess of blonde tangles and deep blue eyes peered at me from the register. I sighed.
“Yeah, I’ll take care of him. Have a good night.”
A child. Unaccompanied in my restaurant. Just what I needed. I began to approach the counter when rule seven blared in my mind like a tornado siren. I froze mid-stride.
“Just ignore him, Blair. It’s almost two. You got this,” I reassured myself, starting my closing duties early.
That was easier said than done. The child began wailing, shrill high-pitched screams reverberating off the walls. He ran into the kitchen area, allowing me a full view of his tiny frame. The boy couldn’t have been older than six. His Pac-Man T-shirt looked well outdated, and he was filthy, as if he hadn’t showered in years. He began tugging on my shirt, begging for attention.
“Please help me, lady. I can’t find my mommy,” he cried, tears streaming down his rosy cheeks.
He was relentlessly pulling at my clothing. That was it. I’d reached my breaking point. If this child, monster, demon, whatever he was, planned on killing me, he could go ahead and put me out of my misery. I was done.
“Get out! Just screw off and leave me the hell alone!”
He immediately quit sniffling and straightened up as if I’d flipped a switch. Red tinged his striking pupils. Dread began sinking into my gut. A malicious grin blossomed across his lips.
“You made the right choice,” he growled as he headed toward the exit.
“Weirdo kid,” I mumbled, returning to cleaning.
I finished up and waited around for two to hit, praying for a quiet, uneventful end to my first nightmare closing shift. Of course, my prayers went unanswered. I had a mere three minutes until I was supposed to clock out when I spotted it. A dark red viscous liquid oozing from beneath the stove.
“Great. Awesome. Just what I needed.”
I filled up a mop bucket in the storage closet and began sopping up the mystery fluid. If it wasn’t blood, you could’ve fooled me. A persistent copper taste assaulted my tongue every time I opened my mouth. I gagged, forcing vomit back down my throat. The stuff just wouldn’t stop coming. On my third bucket-full of sloshing crimson, I finally started gaining an upper hand.
I mopped fervently as blisters erupted across my hands from the friction of the wooden handle. All the not-blood had been disposed of. I breathed a sigh of relief, careful to avoid splashing myself as I dumped the last of it down the drain. I’d done it.
“Take that, bitches! I win!” I cheered as if I’d just claimed first prize at the Indy 500.
My celebration was short-lived once I glanced down at my phone. 2:35 A.M. I bolted to the freezer, scooping up a couple bags of frozen patties. I slashed them open as quickly as I could, hoping in vain that I’d be able to make it out in time. I dumped their contents on the grill, then turned to toss the packaging in the trash. My heart plummeted into my gut.
A man stood before me. His black dead eyes matched that of the small mask encompassing the top half of his face. Wispy red hair sprouted from his floppy hat. A matching tattered black and white striped uniform framed his features, accompanied by a dingy red tie dotted with images of burgers. He grinned at me, jagged rotten teeth sending a chill undulating through my entire body. He spoke, a rough gravelly voice shattering the tense silence.
“Look, I know you’re new here, so I’ll spare you
this time. But if I ever catch you in here this late again, I won’t think twice about increasing my calorie intake.”
His wicked smile exuded a malevolent hunger that still haunts my nightmares. A wet gray tongue wormed its way around his cracked withered lips. I felt like a mouse about to be devoured by a rattlesnake. He scowled at me.
“What are you still doing here?
GET OUT!” I suddenly regained my mobility. I tore through the dining area and burst into the cool night air. The Hamburglar’s soulless stare followed me into the vacant parking lot. I hurriedly locked him inside and raced to my car as a torrent of emotions flooded through me at once. Fear, anger, and confusion were all prominent on my desolate drive home. In the end, rage won out.
I wasn’t scheduled the next day, but I was determined to make that smug prick in charge at
least give me some sort of explanation. I returned to the golden arches around four hours later running on zero sleep and a whole pot of Maxwell House. With fire in my eyes, I flung the door open and marched straight to Dave’s office.
“Oh, yeah, it was great. Had his car repossessed and everything. Oh, hey Blitz. Uh huh. Yep. I-”
“For the last freaking time, it's Blair! B-L-A-I-R. Not Blitzen, not Blaziken, not Blakely.
BLAIR.” Dave furrowed his brow, mouth slightly agape.
“Yeah Jim, I’ll have to get back to you.”
He ended the call and furiously pocketed his phone.
“Do you even know who that was? I mean, why the
hell do you think you can just storm into my office like this-”
“No, you listen to me, Davey boy. I just had the worst night of my life. Every weird thing that could’ve happened, happened. And you don’t care one bit.”
“I see you’ve become acquainted with our more… troublesome clientele.”
“Yeah. I have. And I’m not dealing with that crap again. I quit,” I hissed, dramatically slapping my hat onto his polished cedarwood desk before turning to walk out the door.
“Wait! Twenty-five an hour.”
I stopped dead in my tracks. I reluctantly faced him. A sly toothy grin was stamped on his greasy face. I mulled it over. That was almost double what I was currently making. I could have my college paid for in no time.
“Twenty-seven and you’ve got a deal.”
“You drive a hard bargain, Mrs.
Blair. I accept,” he said, extending his hand.
I begrudgingly shook it, cringing as his sweaty palm gripped mine.
“I’m glad you were able to see reason. Welcome to the night crew.”
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2023.06.09 22:12 Mobile_Twist2163 21 [M4F] London/Online - Let’s have some deep convos! Who knows? Maybe a friendship develops! FWB?
Hi my name’s Jessie. It’s still early, so I might not respond quickly, but i’m gonna try my best.
I’m currently a third year student studying Computer Science. My favourite color is an off-white blue and I’m obsessed with pizza and pringles. I mostly listen to pop music.
I like to collect dadjokes and pickup lines, although I never actually use them to impress people. I also play FPS games and huge fan chess. I’m a firm believer of being nice gets you further in life. There are way too many dicks in this world, literally.
I’ve got 4 books to read, I used to read a lot, but I just havehad the courage the pick them up and finish them, more than happy to answer questions about them!
A deeper question could be what’s the purpose of life? Or when have we achieved our ultimate success and why is my ultimate success different from your ultimate success?
I’m a tall guy, coming in at 6ft (184cm) and I’ve got an athletic build, although on the skinnier side. I’m still working on it. Blue eyes and brown hair. Square jaw, for those interested.
I’m looking for a lady friend, please be 18+. I just wanna chat for tonight,sexual interactions aren’t prohibited and definitely encouraged, should you be so inclined :)
I’m open to discussing any topic and will gladly find out more if I don’t have an opinion!
Anyways, hit me up!?
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2023.06.09 21:54 highonfilmss Blue Jean is an important film about being queer.
Dyeing one’s hair into something other than its natural color is a true act of rebellion. So, when debutant director Georgia Oakley’s ‘Blue Jean’ opens with our protagonist dyeing her hair, you are instantly put into a headspace of a rebel. However, that very image is soon shattered when the lonesome Jean (Rosy McEwen) is unable to stand up and be open about her sexuality. Of course, people around her know that she is a lesbian, but some sort of invisible wall or a sense of fear doesn’t allow her to completely open her wings and fly.
Much of Georgia Oakley’s directorial debut hinges on Rosy McEwen’s ability to channel the pain and frustration of women who have to confront their own truth. McEwen plays Jean as a quiet, traumatized person who somehow puts up a brave front but is unable to breathe properly. The tension in her mind to just shout at a single person about her reality is palpable, and McEwen conveys it with gentle, intimate brushes of honesty. Kerrie Hayes and Lydia Page ably support her as people who have unloaded that burden but are also aware that being queer is a constant state of rebellion.
Hélène Sifre, who has written the film, conveys the true nature of being queer, and the fact that her writing still stands true makes it all the more powerful. That said, I believe the period piece lacks a bit of authenticity. In trying to replicate the bigoted era of Margret Thatcher’s regime, we are never provided with a sense of political urgency. All the uprisings and cultural clashes are put into the background, and only radio chatter is the way we can really understand what’s going on beyond the few characters we meet.
What are your thoughts on the film?
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2023.06.09 21:44 IfMarsWasMine 25M4F - I am drinking whiskey and sleepy. Anyone up for a Discord call before I sleep? [chat]
I am a 25-year-old guy from Europe.
I am into producing techno & trap music, playing an electric guitar, reading books, playing pc games.
White skin, fit body, slightly hairy, blonde hair, blue eyes.
Message me.
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2023.06.09 21:43 IllHighlight2930 Hair colour advice for warm spring?
| I don't think I have any extremes in my colouring but have settled on warm spring and am looking for hair colour recommendations. Skin tone- light, both burns and tans, would say it's 'peach' toned with a mix of yellow and pink. Eye colour- blue/green/grey. Dark grey ring round the iris with a couple of brown freckles within each iris (you have to look very closely lol). Hair colour - naturally very light brown (a level 6 or 7), cannot work out the undertones at all in it- sometimes it has little golden strands, other times it's almost a greyish looking brown. I find my natural hair colour very boring on me so am looking to dye it but cannot work out what suits me. Recommendations for warm spring are usually like honey/golden blonde or copper. Whilst I was white blonde as a kid, last time I dyed my hair blonde it looked very harsh (and the root growth looked awful!). Have tried copper but it's too bright and artificial, like my colouring is too soft even though I wouldn't say I'm soft season? Have also tried medium brown but as you can see my eyebrows and lashes read light so it looks strange and flat. I want to work out that 'wow' colour but nothing seems right :( any suggestions? Open to suggestions both on hair colours and season https://preview.redd.it/hc398nz4q15b1.jpg?width=1125&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=93039e113e1018717d55790453a0d1a9007006af submitted by IllHighlight2930 to coloranalysis [link] [comments] |
2023.06.09 21:39 lbabinz Weekly Top Deals Sale at Best Buy: June 9 - 15 (PS Days of Play, Xbox Digital Games / Controllers, Meta Quest 2, SEGA, Square Enix, Play at Best Buy, more)
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2023.06.09 21:35 AutoNewspaperAdmin [Top Stories] - The beloved Dyson Supersonic hair dryer is at its lowest price ever CNN
2023.06.09 21:34 No-Seesaw8439 35 [M4F] #Ohio - seeking a mature lady to have new experiences with
As the title reads, I’m a 35M seeking a mature lady. I define mature as simply older than me. 40+ ideally.
I’ve lived in Ohio for about two years and am still getting to know the area. I don’t have any family in the area and only a few friends, so I’m seeking someone new to adventure around will.
Me: 35M, white, 6’0”. 200 lbs, solid build, light brown hair, red beard, blue eyes, thick one. Solid career, grad degree.
You: ideally 40+ female. Solid career. I’m not really into bbw; sorry.
If you’re interested in getting to know each other, Dm me.
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2023.06.09 21:31 NormanTheThinker TIL Katarina used to have Blue hair on release
Excluding the fact she had tentacles on her head, her hair used to be blue and Mercenary was the base skin.
I learned this just recently...
And now the old joke about Blue Katarina being the only real Katarina makes way more sense
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2023.06.09 21:30 lolagr4ce Anyone know what colour I should dye my hair? I’m torn between blue and purple but I’m open to suggestions!!