Str0king to Michelle- like what you see?? Session 05b52941af9e9239e9485c64ed5adb8dac059fbec02669f8bce63d321c50398c22
2024.11.26 16:44 Objective-Pin4207 Str0king to Michelle- like what you see?? Session 05b52941af9e9239e9485c64ed5adb8dac059fbec02669f8bce63d321c50398c22
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2024.11.26 16:44 mynajf Creepy gift ideas for my mom
My mom loves weird and creepy things and I was looking to get her something funny for Christmas. For example she owns a life sized mannequin. The only thing I have found so far is this crucified Jesus with a mouse head but its out of my budget.
I took the mannequin to a football game my sophomore year of high school.
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2024.11.26 16:44 No-Tear5101 What shape is an Enor Pearl?
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2024.11.26 16:44 Worldly-Stomach-9247 Best monitor for this pc build
Please let me know I been doing research but it's still confusing on which ones are the best to get .https://pcpartpicker.com/list/tZDXgB Not a request new build or upgrade?
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2024.11.26 16:44 Timely_Try4520 Micro-dosing Semiglutide Has anyone tried and did it work?
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2024.11.26 16:44 Rei_Caixo It was never about hostages
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2024.11.26 16:44 No_Efficiency_1644 How many cars can you put on world says at a time
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2024.11.26 16:44 peachbuns69 is this mold?
i’m doing a deep clean of the kitchen and was cleaning under the sink and saw this on a pipe. is this some sort of mold? and if it is, does anyone know what kind? i tried searching on google and the pictures didn’t resemble mine. thank for the help!
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2024.11.26 16:44 ShaunDoed [Fiction] Summer Tyme with the Collectors: Chapter 12
Mirrors: Few recognize the incredible potential of mirrors. If crafted with the correct materials, they can reveal creatures for what they truly are, stripping away any glammers or charms in their reflection.
The world reflected by mirrors may look ordinary and mundane, but do not be fooled. They display only what stands before them, and what is on the other side. A reflected item or creature exists in their world as well as the faelands, each with striking resemblances. Similarly, these ‘reflections’ will behave just as the one on the opposite side. They will mimic each movement and even match the strength of their counterpart when they touch.
Due to this, mirrors are often perceived as a flat, solid surface. This could not be any less true. While most mirrors in the human realm today are made using glass, and are for all intents and purposes ‘solid,’ they are portals to the other side. One needs only get their reflected self out of the way, rather than pushing against an equal, opposite force.
Many creatures are able to utilize mirrors to their full potential as portals, one such example is Vampires. These members of the Banished cast no reflection naturally, and are able to pass through the otherwise unyielding barrier without any trouble. Other creatures often employ the use of potions or otherwise enchanted items to separate themselves from their reflection in order to move through the portal.
A word of caution. Just as the mirror shows a ‘mirror image’ of the world around its user - one that is virtually the same, yet opposite, so to is one’s reflected self. These reflected versions are just as similar and opposite as anything else held within the mirror’s border, and will reflect the user until the connection is broken. Once both sides lose sight of the other, neither are confined to the actions of their counterpart. This is to say, moving through the mirror will replace them with their reflected self. The reflected self set loose is free to wander, just as the individual who slipped through the portal. Be careful who you set free. Then again, perhaps you are the one opposite the glass.
Wonderful chaos. That’s how Summer would describe what she was waiting on the other side of the door. An elaborate hoard of misfitting knicknacks sit on rows of unmatched desks, benches, tables, and some chairs, while other interesting items hang from walls and even the ceiling. Most of the items are entirely new to Summer, but others are similar to things she has seen before.
Each window allowing light to stream through has something like a dreamcatcher over it, and every dreamcatcher in view has an assortment of stones and beads tangled in the elaborate webbing within the wide ring. A lengthy table to her right, set against the wall next to the door has a glazed cookie jar in the shape of a Christmas tree, an assortment of red, green, blue, yellow, and orange crystals and stones of varying shapes and sizes, a hand mirror with an overly ornate handle and frame, and a miniature grandfather clock. Next to the small clock on the far side of the table, stands a full size grandfather clock, crafted out of polished chestnut wood. The face of the tall clock is golden, with Roman numerals of a darker metal forming a twelve-pointed circle around the center. Surprisingly, there are no hands on the clock to depict what time it might be.
Summer’s eyes wander to another table, the platform of this one being a circle no more than three feet wide. It sits in the corner on the other side of the clock, and has more crystals of assorted sizes, shapes, and finishes, but these crystals have been sorted based on color. They form a spectacular rainbow all the way around the edge of the table, with darker, more pronounced hues at the ledge. The crystals get lighter in color closer to the middle as white slowly becomes more dominant, until she sees a large, white crystal sitting right in the center.
The wall behind the circular table bears plaques of various materials - wood, metal and glass. Each plaque looks to have been specifically carved or forged to fit the item fixed to its surface. A wooden backdrop supports and frames a dagger with a curved blade, and Summer sees more sigils carved into the fine blade. Beside the dagger is a glass plaque holding a green sword, one Summer is tempted to reach out and touch. More sigils are carved into its blade, and there are violet gems arranged in the hilt, which appears to be made of Jade?
She looks at another wooden plaque, this one supporting an interesting array of scales. The scales are too large for any reptiles or fish she has ever heard of, and gleam reflected light as she moves her head in front of the display. There are seven scales in all; green, black, yellow, red, blue, silver, and orange. The scales form a ring around sharp, twisted glass, and Summer can see small grains of sand embedded within the random spindles reaching from its central bulb.
There are plenty of other things on the wall to look at, but a persistent tap-tink-tap-tap pulls her attention to a large, transparent jar. It looks to be large enough to hold a gallon of… something, but appears empty despite the noise coming from it. Summer bends lower to the table to examine it closer, and sees the slightly open baggie of stones, black and white rabbits feet, and opal sphere through the curved, empty glass.
“What do you think?” a voice suddenly calls out.
Summer jumps at the sound of Mother’s voice. She hadn’t heard the older lady approach, and was startled to find her right at her back. The young woman takes a step back from the homeowner, and accidentally bumps into the table she had just been hunched over.
The jar jolts to the side, then tips over on the table. It rolls quickly to the edge, and seems to jump over the wooden cliff. Summer swoops low in an effort to catch it, but the jar crashes into the carpeted floor with an anti-climactic thud. The lid doesn’t even pop off, and Summer is relieved that the glass jar hadn’t broken. Not even so much as a crack can be seen as she picks it up and checks for any damage.
“Sorry, I didn’t- I’m glad nothing broke, sorry,” she says, assuring herself more than her host.
“I’d be surprised if it had,” Mother says with a smirk. “Can you hear it?”
Her whispered tone carried the weight of the world, despite sounding so gentle. It was as though the older woman was trying to convey an obvious, hidden message, attempting to communicate something Summer should already know.
“Hear… the tapping?” Summer replies cautiously, her eyes drifting from Mother and down to the jar.
There was nothing inside, nothing she could see. Her palms and fingers pressed firmly to the sides of the jar, clearly visible through the glass as she held onto it. The tapping had come to an end when the jar was held between the two women, but Summer was certain she could even feel the tapping when she had picked it up off the floor.
“Do you see anything?” Mother asked, probing her young guest with intense eyes.
Summer could feel the older woman’s gaze as she so intently looked at her. The young woman focuses on the curved surface of the jar, turns it in her hands, and hears the faintest scratching as the transparent cage rolls. It sounded as though something was sliding across the inside of the jar, but… there was nothing? She shakes her head as a wordless reply while carefully placing the jar back onto the table.
“There aren’t many who can…” the older lady said with a sigh.
Steam drifted up from the black mug in the older lady’s hand as she offered it to Summer. The young woman smiled and reached out to accept, but a thought struck her mind like lightning. Had Mother been holding anything a second ago? The concern must have been clear on her face as she held the warm mug, staring at the caramel colored liquid inside.
“Don’t you worry about that,” Mother says dismissively.
The calm instruction left Summer wondering what worrisome thing she was referencing. Was she talking about the sudden appearance of the mug, the accident with the jar, or Summer’s inability to see whatever it was that was within?
She brings the mug to her lips and blows gently, sending the billowing stream of steam away with one soft breath. Whatever is within the mug smells wonderful, but she’s unable to place the scent. It’s sweet, while carrying faint hints of hazelnut, caramel, and… apple? Summer was eager to taste it, but something else caught her eye before she could tip the mug for that first sip.
Another jar sits on a small table near the middle of the room. Arranged in a circle around it are thirteen stones, seemingly ordinary dried bits of clay, but lazily crafted into flattened figures. They almost look like miniature people, or melted versions of gingerbread men. Inside the jar are dozens of gold coins. Some of the coins have gems or silver set into their middles, but one stands out even from several paces away.
Mother looks away from Summer, her eyes following the young woman’s gaze until she finds what has distracted her guest. The older lady lets a knowing smile curl her lips, and puts her attention back onto Summer.
“What do you think of my collection?” she asks, putting a strange emphasis on the final word.
“It’s incredible,” Summer replies, her eyes still trained on one specific golden coin.
“I’m an avid collector,” Mother adds, again putting some heaviness in her statement. “Is there anything in particular you would like to know about?”
A chaotic swarm of thoughts erupts within Summer’s mind at the offer. She wants to know about everything in the house, but none of it has anything to do with her new boss and mentor. Wasn’t that why they were there in the first place? Didn’t Mother have something she needed help with? What was all of this?
“That’s leprechaun gold, isn’t it?” she asks while keeping her eyes on the jar of treasures.
“What do you know about leprechaun gold?” Mother replies, seemingly confirming Summer’s suspicions with a question of her own.
“Just… stories, really,” Summer answers, lifting the mug back to her lips and blowing across the simmering liquid.
Mother leans closer, shifting just a little in Summer’s peripheral vision. She wordlessly urges the younger woman to take a sip, but keeps herself from any actual encouragement.
“Stories. You know, just about any story, myth, or legend we tell tends to have a kernel of truth. Some are exaggerated, others don’t do the tale justice.”
“May I?” Summer asks, turning her attention to Mother while taking a step closer to the jar of golden coins.
“Be my guest,” Mother responds, remaining in place while Summer walks to the low table.
Summer places the mug onto the table outside the ring of clay figures and pauses. Steam rises from the caramel liquid in the black mug, now sitting directly on a polished wood surface. There are no coasters nearby, and she would hate to leave a mark on the fine table, so she picks the mug back up.
“Thank you, dear,” Mother says from somewhere behind her.
The young woman nods with a smile, but her attention is now fully on the coin she had spied from the other table. It is nearly identical to the one she stole- retrieved from Ralv last night. On the shiny face is a loopy ‘2’ leaning against a cursive ‘h,’ the same symbol on Gavin’s coin. What was it he said? Each leprechaun has their own specific mark? Did that mean… was this one of his coins?
“Every leprechaun has their own unique insignia, of sorts,” Mother provides, again answering a question Summer hadn’t asked aloud. “Keeps them from preying on each other.”
“You’re not concerned about a herd of leprechauns knocking down your door, or anything?” Summer asks with a smirk.
“Heavens no,” she replies. “It wouldn’t do them any good, anyway. Fairyfolk aren’t allowed to take or steal. Besides, there’s a clear warning all around the jar.”
Summer looks at the sloppy clay figures. Each appears to have something that resembles an arm reaching in vain for the jar, but the featureless surface makes it difficult to tell. Could be an arm, maybe a leg, even an elongated head for all she knew. She didn’t understand how it could be interpreted as a warning, hardly the first thing she didn’t understand after stepping through the front door.
“They’re all gold?” she asks, drumming the fingernails of one hand against the side of her mug.
“As a foundation, at least. Some are pure gold, others have precious stones or platinum crafted in.”
“Platinum…” Summer ponders aloud. “I thought that might be silver in a few…”
“The fae rarely get along with silver. It’s… I suppose you could consider it a kind of allergy,” Mother supplies.
“It hurts them? What, like werewolves?”
There was a sly humor in Summer’s voice, and she lifted the mug to her lips to disguise the smirk that settled on her face until she could force it away. Mother chuckled behind her as she walked up to stand beside the young woman.
“To an extent,” she answered. “Silver and iron, poke a fairy with either of those and they’ll have… about as bad a day as anyone else.”
“Is that what those are made of?” Summer asks, tipping the mug at the daggers and swords decorating the wall.
“Yes, most of them. The green shortsword is enchanted jade, one of the more prized pieces of my collection.”
“Enchanted,” the young woman repeats, wondering if any of this would sound remotely possible if she hadn’t come to grips with the reality of the supernatural.
Mother hums her confirmation, “It’s magically enhanced in both strength and potential. The man who gave it to me said, ‘any who tastes the bite of this blade will too be jade.’”
“Nice little rhyme,” Summer posited, holding the mug under her nose to smell the sweetness once again.
“I’ve never tested it, of course, but it is quite pretty.”
“What is your most prized piece?” Summer asked.
“I’ll show you,” Mother responded with an eager smile. “This way, come- come.”
The older woman shuffled down a narrow hallway with Summer hurrying to keep up. She set her mug down onto a glass table as she walked by, certain it wouldn’t cause any damage as a faint tapping again tickled her ears. This whole collection was strange, and likely would have been nothing more than random junk without the prior knowledge of fairies. How had Mrs. Boggury’s mother come to have such a collection?
“Through here,” Mother instructed.
She was holding a rather ordinary looking door open, then followed Summer into the inadequately lit room. The only source of light were the flickering flames of nearly a hundred candles lining the walls, each seemingly sitting on the floor. Summer looked down at her feet to see that the ground beneath her was a smoothed stone, and the light bouncing off the walls revealed a similar stone behind the rows of candles.
In the center of the room was one simple mirror. It’s in the shape of a long oval, standing perfectly vertical, and well over six feet tall. Summer watches her reflection approach as she walks up to the mirror, and notices how her head tilts slightly to the side with her brow furrowing at the lack of what she sees. The older lady is nowhere to be found in the framed glass, even though she is slightly behind and to the left.
“Respice ad fiet,” Mother says, as if reciting the letters etched into the violet stone frame above the reflective plane. “This is no ordinary mirror, as you may have already noticed.”
Summer nods, and watches as her reflection copies the motion. Apart from the lack of anyone else in the reflection, there were inaccuracies in her own image. Even in the low light, Summer could tell that her reflected self was a little older, and there was a slight hardness in her features. While the eyes staring back were her own, there was a subtle hint of worry. The gentle smile that perpetually provided a relaxed curve to her lips was absent in her reflection, and her mirrored self seemed to be standing a little taller.
“It shows the you you are to become,” Mother continued, “a vision for you alone. Only what is needed to be seen to help be better prepared.”
Something in Summer’s reflection pulled at her attention as Mother spoke. Summer’s hands were empty, hanging relaxed at her sides, perfectly imitated by her reflection. Without realizing it, Summer had curled the fingers of her right hand beside her skirt, a gesture her reflection perfectly mimicked. Her reflection, however, had her fingers curled around something. Any lingering normalcy was further broken when Summer looked back up into her face to see her reflected self nearly smiling, with the slight worry in her eyes replaced by something more hopeful.
Acting on a hunch, Summer straightened the fingers of her right hand. As expected - impossible, but expected, her reflection copied the action and dropped the flat stone she had been holding. It fell to the ground at her feet without any noise, and the two quickly looked down to where it had landed. Together they crouched down to retrieve it, with both looking through the mirror to the other side as Summer searched for something that wasn’t actually beside her. She watched her reflection’s fingers slide along the stone floor until they brushed against the little rock, then used the mirror to grasp it. They stood back up together, both looking into the other’s open, extended hand.
There was nothing in Summer’s hand, but a flat, white stone with black flecks scattered throughout and a hole worn into the middle rested on the palm of her reflection. It was simply impossible, yet right in front of her eyes. The older lady had said something about seeing what is needed, but what could Summer possibly need with some random rock? She looks into her reflected face hoping to find answers, and feels compelled to touch the glass.
“What are you seeing, dear?” Mother ponders gently.
“I’m… I’m holding a rock?” Summer replies, unsure of how it might sound to the older woman.
Summer moves her left hand forward, her palm facing down and fingers fully extended. The empty hand of her reflection copies the movement until they’re both touching the glass separating them, and Summer’s heart pounds in her chest. She moves her hand down along the transparent barrier, expecting to feel her fingers drag against the smooth glass, but there’s no resistance. The expected friction is simply not there, a simple absence that shatters whatever remained of her grasp on reality.
“How is- what… How?” she stammers, struggling to get just one question out while dozens swarm into her mouth.
“How what, sweetie?” Mother asks, her voice soothing and comforting.
“There- just, there’s no… what is this?”
Everywhere her fingers move across what should be a solid surface, her reflection moves. That much is expected, something that is still normal. While there is the vague sensation of an unyielding barrier, glass for instance, she doesn’t feel it sliding beneath her fingertips.
“It’s a mirror, of course,” Mother supplies as though the answer speaks for itself.
“No,” Summer retorts flatly, shaking her head in disbelief. “No, no she has- it’s not-”
“Your reflection is holding a rock, you say?”
Summer nods, but then shakes her head again. Denial seizes her mind as she struggles with an ever-changing reality, but it’s right there in front of her. A strange fear slowly takes hold while the world she knew crumbles, but she takes a long, deep breath to steady herself.
“In, in this hand,” she says, lifting her open right hand quickly.
Her reflection copies the motion, and the rock in her hand floats upward from her palm. The flat rock soars up, then one side of it dips lower while succumbing to gravity. It lands back onto her reflection’s open palm, and Summer is only partially surprised when she doesn’t feel such contact.
“But you’re not holding a rock,” Mother notes, stating the obvious as if trying to help Summer make some kind of connection.
“Um… no,” she replies, trying to keep her tone from being sarcastic or disrespectful.
“There’s no reflection of the stone she’s holding?”
“Not that I can see, anyway,” Summer says with a smirk, pretending to search her open, empty hand for the rock that simply doesn’t exist.
“Well…” Mother starts thoughtfully, “...why doesn’t she simply give it to you?”
Confusion strikes Summer’s head at the question. How did any of that make sense? A reflection can’t give you anything, they’re just a reflection. Right? Mirrors are supposed to- they shouldn’t have, a reflection should be just that. It’s supposed to be light bouncing off a reflective surface to show exactly what is in front of it. Not something that isn’t even there.
Summer looks at the older woman beside her, then back at the mirror. Somewhere along the way she had forgotten that Mother wasn’t casting a reflection - another impossibility that couldn’t be denied. Her skeptical side would be having a field day, searching for some hidden camera, rationalizing that this is all some AI generated, real-time video. It would be. If she didn’t have any experience with fairies or magic, her sanity would be crumbling even more than it was now as she looked back into a reflected face that was and wasn’t her own.
“accept the impossible,” Summer says through an exhaled breath.
A shiver rolls up her arm as she watches her reflected hand mimic her movements again. She gets her reflection to move the stone onto her fingers, then pinches it between the curved side of her index and thumb. Their hands move toward the glass with the stone’s edge arriving first. Summer gasps through a wide, nervous smile, and pulls her attention from the stone emerging on her side of the glass to look at her reflected face. Within the similar features is an underlying sense of relief, and they both gasp at the same time when the narrow distance between their hands closes further.
The thin stone slips between Summer’s finger and thumb until the image on both sides is a near-perfect match. Their knuckles press together with neither budging, providing the sensation of a solid barrier between them. Summer grips her end of the stone tightly and pulls, but it doesn’t budge. She tries again and is met with the same resistance, which is when it clicks. Just as her reflection matches the pressure she can put against it, the force she uses to pull away will be the exact same.
“So,” she starts, voicing her thoughts while still processing, “there’s not really any glass, just an almost perfect copy of yourself?”
Her reflection still holds the stone just as intently as herself while she searches for a way to pry it away. No matter what she does, they both hold onto it with neither able to budge until they both let go. Summer’s eyes widen at the revelation, and she perks up as she looks into her eyes. She releases her grasp on the stone and lets her hand pull away, and the stone falls down the length of the mirror with no one supporting it.
“Smart girl,” Mother praises with an approving grin.
The stone hits the amethyst frame of the mirror with a clack as it bounces away. It falls onto the rocky ground at Summer’s feet, and she looks through the mirror to her reflected shoes. There is no stone on the other side, which is somehow surprising. She bends down to retrieve the stone, then turns to face Mother with the stone resting flat on her hand.
“A seeing stone,” mother says with a wide smile. “That will be quite useful on your journey.”
“Journey?” Summer asks, rolling and flipping the stone on her palm. “What do you mean?”
“Maybe go home and give that tie of yours a look,” she replies, poking the stone resting on Summer’s hand, “with this.”
“The- how do you know about…” the young woman begins, but her question trails off.
It was all right in front of her all along, too obvious to be noticed. The relics and artifacts scattered throughout the house, the way this woman talked so casually about fairies, how knowledgeable she was about all of this… Mother had a past with the fae, one that was likely long and colorful. Anything she could ever want to know, this woman would surely know, and Summer had so many questions. The first, however, needed to be answered back in her apartment.
“Thank you,” Summer said, though there was too much else in her mind.
“There will be time for more later,” Mother announced, again seemingly reading the young woman’s mind. “For now, I think it’s best you go.”
Summer doesn’t push back, she keeps the torrent of questions locked away in her head as she nods then walks to the door. She pushes the door open, squinting as the brighter light beyond assaults her eyes, then turns back to look at the older lady.
“Thank you,” she says again, unsure of what else she even should say.
She doesn’t even think to ask what Mother sees in the mirror before stepping through the open door and into the hall. Summer rushes down the hallway to the main room, and again hears the faint tapping coming from the jar. Her eyes fixate on the transparent siding while hectic lines of thought weave a confused spider web behind her eyes, and decides to test the ‘seeing stone.’
Another gasp shoots into her lungs when she holds the stone to her eye, peering through the hole at the very much not empty jar. A small humanoid creature pounds against its glass prison, silently screaming with an expression of frightened fury. Sprouting from its forehead are two small horns, and a pair of butterfly-like wings flap rapidly on its back. The creature’s skin is a dark black with unsettling cracks streaking down its arms and legs, and its teeth appear broken into jagged points.
It sees Summer looking directly at it through the seeing stone, and throws itself against the glass wall right at her. The jar wobbles just a little to the side, but comes to a rest right where it had been to begin with. Another full-body ram against the glass is just as futile as the first, and the little creature returns to pounding its closed fists on the glass.
Keeping the stone at her eye, Summer takes a quick look around the overly-decorated room. Wispy auras surround every item. Glittering gold spills from the open top of the jar with so many golden coins, and pure white swirls around each individual clay figure on the table around it. A green cloud spills from the hilt of the jade sword, with the cloud dissipating just a little under the pointed end. The blade of the dagger she had looked at earlier has what looks like a violet fire licking at the sharpened silver, and even the large grandfather clock has its own green aura. Every crystal around the room seems to be glowing through the stone, and the heavy door leading outside has thrumming waves of varying shades of blue emanating from its surface.
“wow,” Summer whispers, mesmerized by the sights all around her.
She would definitely need to come back and ask about everything, but the tie was waiting to spill its own secrets. Her hand reaches the door knob, and she gives it a quick turn while thoughts of the tie back in her apartment swirl through her mind. There would be time to return later, and she knew there was much that Vivian’s mother hadn’t shared.
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2024.11.26 16:44 Matilda_Mother_67 Why haven’t teachers in the US organized a mass walkout yet if pay and even the kids they teach are so bad? What’s the holdup?
More and more often, on Reddit and TikTok especially, I see so many teachers of so many grade levels saying how much it sucks being them, specifically because their pay is so low and the students they teach are either not up to par with their standards as most kids should be, or they’re just more disrespectful and uncaring about their learning from the start.
So, since you can’t force parents to do better with their kids at home (assuming this all stems from a bad home life), it makes most sense for the teachers to just walk out and force the education system to give them what they want. So why haven’t they done this?
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2024.11.26 16:44 Icy_Rub9075 If the king of the Kikin Hawk species is a peaock, what would Ben's reaction be to him?
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2024.11.26 16:44 Prestigious_Onion696 Looking for Astrologers & Content Creators to Test a New Astrology Tool 🌟
Hi everyone!
I’ve been working on a new GPT called AstroCalendar, created for astrologers, content creators, and businesses to streamline astrology-inspired content planning. It generates captions, hashtags, post ideas, and even full content calendars based on astrological events like lunar phases, retrogrades, and zodiac seasons.
I’m in the soft-launch phase and would love your help testing it out and sharing feedback! Here’s how you can try it:
✨ Ways to Test AstroCalendar:
1. Ask it to create captions or hashtags for an upcoming astrological event (e.g., “What should I post for the next Full Moon in Gemini?”). 2. Use it to generate a content calendar for zodiac seasons (“Plan posts for Aries season.”). 3. Explore its ritual suggestions (“What rituals align with the New Moon in Scorpio?”). 4. Try advanced personalization by specifying an audience (“What content works for a wellness coach during Virgo season?”). • Access to free features for testing. • A 7-day trial of Premium features, including personalized content calendars, rituals, and more. If you have a moment, please share your feedback after testing! I’d love to know what works, what doesn’t, and any ideas for improvement. Whether it’s a quick impression or a detailed review, every bit helps.
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2024.11.26 16:44 Capper7 Random Amount of Leaf Tickets Left
I bought some fortune cookies and some leaf ticket exclusive items that looked nice in anticipation of Thursday. Now I have 31 leaf tickets left and I wondering what else I can do. Any suggestions?
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2024.11.26 16:44 UnderstandingLow4027 QUIERES SABER COMO PIDE INFO
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2024.11.26 16:44 True_Development1716 A message from my ex wife
Last night my ex wife sent me a text out of the blue. We don’t talk much so it was kind of a surprise. We divorced in 2018 after 6 years of almost zero sex. Maybe 15 times in the last 6 years. She remarried 3 years later. This is what she wrote:
“Hey, I just want to say I’m sorry. You were a good husband and I took that for granted. Patrick has completely ignored me in the bedroom and I now know what I put you through. Every single feeling you described to me that I laughed off or ignored is true. Your feelings were valid and I am truly sorry. I would have divorced me over this too.”
Guys!! I feel validated, I feel like closure has finally happened, but oddly, I also feel very sad for her. I wouldn’t wish this on my worst enemy. We actually had a pretty civil divorce, even though she refused to take any blame. I simply responded to her text with “thank you. I really truly appreciate this message”.
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2024.11.26 16:44 KlashBro Lots of battery deals...
Been watching all the BF 20V deals. Most are great if you need batteries and get a free tool or two.
But some of us already have way too many batteries from last year's deals.
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2024.11.26 16:44 tootyhydra60 STAR WARS: The Holy Sith Empire. Episode 1, Chapter 2: Ghosts From The Ancient Past
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2024.11.26 16:44 Low_Database_8294 Are seat belt signs able to determine which seat in a vehicle an occupant in a MVC was in?
CLINICAL INFORMATION PROVIDED: 32 years Male; "32-year-old male high-speed MVC. Head injury seatbelt sign left anterior chest".
Can it be concluded that this occupant was seated on the left side, or the right side, of the vehicle during a head-on collision, with the driver properly restrained and the vehicle having normal seat belts. Post MVC bruising of the upper left pectoral muscle towards the armpit.
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2024.11.26 16:44 Comfortable-Bad-5198 Tailored Insights for Success at EuroProMarkets
One of the standout features of EuroProMarkets is the access to dedicated Financial Analysts who provide personalized support. Their insights are not just generic tips; they take the time to understand my trading style and goals. I appreciate how they offer tailored recommendations that align with my risk tolerance. During our discussions, they’ve pointed out opportunities I might have overlooked, helping me make more informed decisions. This level of personalized attention has been instrumental in enhancing my trading performance. Having experts in my corner is a huge advantage!
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2024.11.26 16:44 iris-fell Does the Happier Than Ever multi-color vinyl come with two records or just one?
Every video i see of someone opening it looks like it comes with two, but I originally thought it js came with one. Please let me know!
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2024.11.26 16:44 Master_shadowpaw Smug dragon (Art by dexechii)
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2024.11.26 16:44 basically_cable Thinning latex paint to make liquid cosmetic look
I’m in the process of trying to take a latex paint (need latex due to paint match + quantity), and thin it down a great deal to appear as a liquid makeup foundation.
Having two problems:
1) an incredible amount of bubbles, when it needs to be perfectly smooth.
I’ve tried distilled water, agitating w magnetic mixer, gently with a drill mixer, and running through a thin hose. No luck
2) at a certain point when dilluting, the pigment begins to break up and it just looks like watery paint.
This will be a sort of macro shot for a cosmetics brand & running out of ideas.
Anyone have insight or similar experience?
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2024.11.26 16:44 Desperate-Low155 Bear hunt debate
will 4 jessie with lvl5 first expedition skill help to deal more damage as compared to a mix of jessie, jasser, seo yoon with lvl5 first expedition skill ?
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2024.11.26 16:44 moodycat468 5DPO with 9 DAY LP -- thoughts?
 | I finally saw a spike today after very slow rises post-ovulation. What do we all think so far? My LP is 9 days which is on the shorter side but I've been doing a lot to make sure I boost my progesterone through diet this month. submitted by moodycat468 to TFABChartStalkers [link] [comments] |
2024.11.26 16:44 Hot-Copy-5994 CC blasters preordered from Dick’s in October arriving today
FYI in case anyone else preordered, it seems that they are starting to ship out.
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