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Displaying your best sets of acrylic nails

2017.08.18 15:41 optiglitch A Guide to Buying Promotional Products!

Here I will list all of the promotional products that I sell. You can also view them all from my website, - This is meant to give everyone a wide variety of selection when purchasing promotional products for their events or gifts for employees. You can be invoiced after receiving your product if you are a valid business with ranking on Dun and Bradstreet.

2023.06.03 03:41 chocolatemmm [US-KY][H] DZ60 with Tealios V1 R10/11 (Lubed with 3204), GMMK with box reds, bunch of switches [W] Paypal

Hello, selling the things in the title.
DZ60, acrylic case with Tealios V1 R10/11 (Lubed with 3204) and YMDK Carbon Top Print 87 keycap set (bought off amazon). 120 USD + shipping.
2) GMMK full size. I do not have the original black numpad keycaps. It comes with box red switches on all keys except the numpad which has gateron yellows. 50 USD + shipping.
3) Switches:
Tealios v2 lubed with 3204, plate mount (legs were clipped). Qty: 9
62g zealios. plate mount (legs were clipped). Qty: 10
Box white. Qty: 10
Kailh Heavy Dark Yellows, desoldered. Qty: 42
Kailh Speed Silver, desoldered. Qty: 75 - 15 USD + shipping
Kailh Heavy Burnt Oranges. Qty: 10
Cherry Silent Red, desoldered. Qty: 87 - 25 USD + shipping
For switches without a price listed, you can pick 2 of them to get free with purchase of either keyboard.
If you purchase both keyboards, you can have all the switches free.
Haven't sold anything here in a while, if prices are way off, please let me know.
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2023.06.03 03:33 Ralfop PolyGel Nail Kit The unique putty-like viscosity ensures smooth, flawless nails and color. PolyGel’s formulation combines acrylic powder for strength in a gel base with photo initiators providing workability without any unpleasant odor. Stop wasting time and money at salons, and get the PolyGel Nai

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2023.06.03 02:44 Successful_Sundae906 Are good acrylics impossible?

Are good acrylics impossible?
Hi. I’m crying. Spent nearly 3 hrs in the salon. My nails look awful. This happens every time no matter where I go. Am I cursed or is doing acrylics difficult and I’m too picky? Wtf?😭crying bc I hate waste. Waste of time, money and products
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2023.06.03 01:04 deli-schmeat Experimenting with cheap shuttles

Experimenting with cheap shuttles
I have a lot of equipment for doing acrylic nails and one day decided to take my drill to one of my aerlit shuttles. I changed the shape, mod podged some old sheet music to it and then gel coated and uv cured the whole thing. I’m honestly so happy with the results and am definitely going to be doing this with other shuttles!
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2023.06.02 23:48 Blynn025 Fancy Nails

Hello! I will be moving to Mobile this summer. I have acrylic nails... long coffin shaped. I'm the kind of lady who has a standing appointment every 2 weeks with the same tech. Where do you get your nails did, people? Or is there any place you would avoid? TIA 😊
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2023.06.02 23:28 megaboto A Questionable Bargain - AaD

Terror gripped my mind as the gigantic bear started to charge towards me. My army critically wounded and the first of the few defensive lines compromised, outnumbered, overpowered, overrun... as I desperately searched for any options, a way to defeat my foe, temporarily or permanently, I just found myself running into a wall sooner or later - I could only delay, never actually stop this attack, even if I were to sacrifice my spawners for the temporary mana gain that could let me pump out more denizens, but even then they would just be crushed by the monstrosity, it's hatred alone enough to pierce my defences, a body so large it might uproot the tree itself and a mind behind it that would not stop at anything short of absolute annihilation. "Is this really so bad?" I thought with a weak voice, "Death just means I get resurrected again, does it not?" with every passing thought the idea seemed more enticing, before I came to the horrifying conclusion that I did not actually _know_ what would happen if I died here. I may have been resurrected before, but who is to say that I would have the same chance again, especially after failing, _giving up?_ This core is not just a body, it is the soul of mine - so if Deepholm takes it, _IS_ there even such a thing as heaven or hell for me? And would I accept giving up all of what I've built here to have all my progress and my memories wiped, damning this place to be taken by this abominable presence below?

No matter how I tried to argue, losing here was not an option I was willing to accept, and I could not sink even deeper in my contemplation as I was torn out of them by the bellowing roar that was far closer to me than previously, emitted by the Bear with the Jackalope on it's back, having shaped the bow into a spear and penetrating the thick hide to lodge it between the bones, using it both to delay it's advance and find grip on the movable Bulk which tried to shake her off. Focussing on the Scene, the bear was pelted by a mass of flechettes, though they did little more than slow it down as the few that actually pierced it's pelt were simply pushed out by the regenerating factor, leaving it enraged rather than hurt. And Jackie herself, despite her amazing growth and skill, was struggling to remain on it as it shook, before rolling over and crushing her with it's ~~meaty posterior~~ massive weight. Though I saw Jackie still living, protected by her Aether armor and fast sprouting vines that formed a dome, she was heavily wounded and exhausted by all these actions, the spear still lodged into the bear but proving to be as effective as a nail would against an elephant. Is this really all I can do? Was I doomed from the start, simply for having appeared above something that would not tolerate any other existence? Did I fail to plan for the invasion properly? Is it all my fault, that my loyal denizens, scions and all the people in my domain will die? was I that useless? I feel myself on the verge of tears as The slow but steady grind of Deepholm crushed all that I have, the battle brutal but ultimately hopeless.

Kelvin was making hasty progress through Deepholm's domain but I knew that he would not find the core in time, let alone reach it, and even if he did I doubt that it'll be found without resistance. Giorno was commanding the swindling troops to hold the line just that little bit longer for me to come up with something. Emmet was trying to rushing the production of concoctions, her supplies already low and the draughts providing little advantage against such an overwhelming foe, Alexa was in the air watching over her companions which were decimated just like that time when Deepholm tried to deprive me of another spawner, though this time around there would be no more survivors. And Jackie was still fighting tooth and nail to keep herself from being crushed as well as attempting to find some form of weak spot, some kind of special strike just to hurt the Colossus in any meaningful way yet found herself at her limit as no amount of effort provided any change, her strength waning by the second. Is this it?

I close my vision, praying to the heavens above, as the last of my hope bled out and I had nothing more left. "Heavens above, God, Guardian Angels, please help me! I do not want to die!"

The noise of the fighting continued, my denizens trying to hold off the endless horde

"Please, was it not your will that I find myself upon this planet, fulfilling the role of a dungeon that you so desperately wanted?"

Alexa cries out, having been hit by a sonic wave of the Bat scion, her equilibrium disturbed, falling to the surface

"Why do you do this to me, when I was just doing what I thought you wanted? Did I do something wrong?"

the secret laboratory is consumed in an explosion as the desperate mixing led to a fatal mistake, the chain reaction devastating the entire place

"How can you expect us to live in your image when you allow this to happen? We do all we can, and this is how you reward us?"

Giorno gives off a scared croak as the structures that serves as the defences started to collapse, leaving him under the collapsed rubble

"Do you not love your creations? Is this a punishment for some transgression that our ancestors committed?"

I feel Kelvin panicking as the last of his potions wore off with him nowhere near Deepholm's core


But the only answer I got was the crumbling of the makeshift fortifications as the badgers and bears started to flow in, tearing apart whatever defenders were left. I look to the stars shining upon us, their light providing no guidance


Jackie was lying on the ground, the Armor gone, the horns broken, lungs collapsed as her attempts at simply staying alive were weakening


The twins lie unconscious, exhausted of all their mana and wounds marring their body

*"save me"*


Without even an instance passing I find myself in outer space, or someplace akin to it, stellar bodies surrounding me like trees in a forest, so close yet so far away with their infinite beauty as the nebula in the back ground stretches it's orange, purple and all other facets of color into infinity. There is no up and down, no past or future, and for a moment I find myself left speechless at this arcane wonder I found myself in. There were no words spoken, no sound made and no interruption of the visage had, but a foreign thought reverberated through my mind. Safety. Power, to defend myself against those who would seek to subsume me. The knowledge and guidance to achieve victory once and for all. And a price to be paid, a prize of my choosing. Without even thinking properly, I answer with the one thing that comes to mind, something as priceless yet worthless to me as could be

"In turn, I offer you Deepholm. all it's territory, all it's land. It's scions, it's spawners, it's knowledge. I want none of it. And once the last piece of it's core was subsumed, the last of it's offspring removed, it shall all be yours"

not a sound came out of me, yet the offer was made, and the stars shone in acceptance. The universe itself seemed to expand and contract at the same, my vision focussing out. I let go of the reigns and let s̸̨̧̢̧͓͙̞͖̠̬̊͐͊̈́̅͋̈́̿͋̀̀͆̈́̋̋̓̐̽̀͜͠͝H̷̡̙̖̖̤̻̽͊̎̒̔̓͆̏̈́̎̉̉͛͝e̸̢̼̯̥͇̱͖̻̣͖͒̄̾̐̽̎̒̿̀̈̀̀̇̄̅̔̊̾̆̽͒̽̚̚͝y̸̖̲̯͂͌̅̈̀̕͘ take the lead ***control*** as I black out


Fire. Fire everywhere

That is all I could feel, despite knowing fully well that there was none. And yet, in spite of the calming words I was trying to tell myself, the unconvincing lies that it might be alright, any focus I tried to direct inwards was just torn apart by the horror instilled into me. The battle - no, _slaughter_ that was happening on the once almost idyllic dungeon, the fields and tree covered in blood, the screams of dying creatures of all kinds, and the marks of a battle soon lost, not a single able bodied scion in sight with the last spark resistance pushed back deeper and deeper. Though the comparison seemed far fetched in a sense, my brain lapped it up like a dog from the desert, the colossal bear's brutality and iridescent glowing blood floating around the battlefield almost having a morbid beauty about them if it were not for the uncanny resemblance with the past. I knew I had to get away, if not for my own safety then to report about the murdering that Deepholm has committed, but I was torn. Ignoring the fear that the execution caused, I still felt the need to do something to help Caldera in the back of my mind, as if I would lose something far more important than I could imagine if I just left her to die. Yet, what could I even do? I am merely an inspector, and I already almost got killed by Deepholm's assault when I rushed here to warn the mining party and then Caldera, and now it was an entire army that stood before me, not just some rogue animals. Looking at the exit while contemplating my options, I realised that fleeing was actually just as hopeless as fighting directly, as badgers have set up an uneasy line, disorganized but loyal enough to not abandon their post. Whatever miracle let me live those few days ago, it would not save me now, especially not now that they were on the lookout for anyone else fleeing and had air support as well. The only bit of grim spite I could find was the note that everybody else packed up already, hopefully able to make it back in time without being targeted by Deepholm and maybe even deliver my message for me.

Having no choice in this matter, I finally decided to do what I am best at, my mind slowly calming as I pull out my kanabō

"Let's see how many of you fuckers I can take down with me"

_well, this is it then_ were the thoughts that crossed my mind as I charged into certain death. _Sorry papa. I guess I won't survive for as long as you hoped me to_

strike by strike, I kept the badgers at bay, dodging the hits as I dished out my own, the dead bodies slowly mounting yet the amount of living ones piling up faster

I did not last long until the only thing left that I could do was keep the monsters that encircled me away, my stamina at it's limit. The badgers looked at me with hateful hunger in their eyes and approached me as my strikes slowed to a halt, my body unable to keep this up. A sneering sound akin to a laugh came out of them before they pounced on me and started tearing my flesh from my bones

_"damn. This will be our end then I guess. and you were such a good dungeon too, Calde-_

My thought was torn apart by the abyssal boom that swept over the battlefield, a deep emotion of wrongness griping my body at the shockwave that even the colossus seemed to be unsettled by. A deafening silence followed the wave that everybody witnessed yet nobody heard, every being that was not knocked out staring at the core's location with various looks of confusion, nausea and fear, as even the scions could not comprehend what they perceived. yet then it washed over us all at once, as if god himself has descended to give the answer

***this is not Caldera***

my body merely gave off a croak before I started throwing up, still standing straight and looking at the tree. The tree, once full of life, was now glowing a black light, the skies torn open from any clouds that could obscure the judging stars gazing upon us, and Hell was let loose upon earth

My vision swam together as bears and badgers burst, unholy tendrils and roots having taken their place, their blood watering the soil for the being to fester

The bats, once dominating the skies now were frozen in place, as if time itself has abandoned them, screaming silently into the void with contorted expressions of pain on their face.

the once overwhelming colossus started vibrating in unnatural frequencies, their body torn apart from the inside as their flesh warped and melted into forms I could not comprehend, regenerating factor turned malicious cancer then servant as the new hulk dragged it's boiling body like an amoeba, chunks left behind in it's wake that the dark one all too eagerly consumed.

and worst of all were the denizens, the once animalistic beings' faces contorted into an expression with hate that only gods could muster, their screeching rage tearing apart their voice bands as they rampaged, bodies spitting into pieces through the sheer fervour they fought with, yet still charging even as entire sections were missing.

above them all, 100 meters in front of the tree, a storm started to form, one of purple darkness and of magic not meant for this world, an unmoving vortex twisting matter around it like an artist may in a drawing, unnatural and impossible, an orange haze forming around it all the while

my brain felt like it was about to burst. the universe wept as reality itself screamed in rage, celestial rays piercing the ground at the transgression as I desperately tried to cover my eyes, only staining them with the blood flowing out, my body's wounds closing and sealing as my mind betrayed and consciousness failed me, my body writhing on the floor


"What an utter waste of mana"

Deepholm spoke to itself in third person, mentally pacing through the lavishly decorated sanctuary

"The interloper dares to enter his claimed space, and then resists elimination. INSOLENCE!"

the ground shook, the waves reverberating through his domain. a satisfied smirk appeared on his face. how could it hope to ever stand against him? Whatever trick it pulled against his voice, He would not fall twice for it. That cat it sent, it was a surprise to see it appear in his domain so suddenly, but taking care of it would not take long. Whatever plans it had were shattered with it's body, The sorcerer no match when in foreign domain, and the armies that were sent were probably not even a necessity as his scions alone could have uprooted the tree and destroyed the core.

"What an absolute waste"

It starts laughing, wondering how for even a moment it could have expected anything more. The rush of imminent victory fills his soul as he listens through his bond with the scions about the progress they made, how the last of the interloper's scions fell. How nothing was left to stand between it and defeat. The laughter silently swept across the room, showing itself as ripples through the steady flow of mana pulsing out of the core. This is what it meant to be powerful! He feels mighty! he feels great! he feels-


a scream washes through the dungeon, wiping away any semblance of happiness it felt just a moment before as it recoiled, writhing at the new sensation filling it's perception. Turning his attention at the source hatefully, it finds the once the warm, pulsating domain that laid there like prey gone, replaced with a wall of torment and hostile intent, cold and black as it stood there unmoving. Raging, Deepholm reached out to it's scions, a mistake that it would regret soon after. The moment it established a proper connection with the scions horrifying visions filled it's mind, from the entirety of the universe to a place that was not meant to exist, twisted and tangled in shapes that would cause any other mind to babble and break. As if their body was it's own, for that split second it felt itself growing larger, tendons and muscle mutating into new organs that kept up the painful expansion, as eternity itself stretched out before him, a never ending stream in any given singular instance.

Wailing with unknown emotions, the Dungeon retreated back to it's core, the momentary insight sweeping across him like a wave of acid, leaving festering wound across the entire mental space. "What..._IS_ that damned creation..?" words that came out heavy, tinted by a fear never felt before. The answers came like tendrils, stretching out from the foreign domain and piercing his, deepening the wounds that were already inflicted. "Impossible..." was all he could mutter as his body was pierced by the blackening roots, dividing him into pieces - the pain keeping Deepholm from drowning in the surrealism and impossibility of it all.

And there, where once the corpse of the scion lay, an orb of nothingness manifested itself, the orange glimmer on the outside being the singular thing that prevented all from collapsing in it, a momentary space of reality and it's absence melding together. He could only stare, no arrogance, anger or joy remaining as the space grew to the size of the cave, light seemingly bending around it as he stared into the abyss, and the abyss stared back. There was no need to speak to understand that this was it's end. There is no reality where it could resist, and so he whispered the only thing he could

"How..? " a single word uttered in complete helplessness at the happenings of an assault turned into utter annihilation. Orbs of Plasma from the void all burned him with their stare, beings that were not meant to be seen by the earth locked creature.

a single voice, spoken in a chorus answered










This hurts like Hell

I groan, my entire body aching as if I trained nonstop for seven days straight, opening my sore eyes slowly

This is Calderas domain... ugh, my head is killing me. Did she pull one of her tricks again and knocked me out so badly that I don't even know what I was doing?

I squint my eyes, the glaring sunlight doing wonders by making me feel even worse than before, as I shield my eyes with my hands, providing some much needed relief

"So much for hospitality" another groan, as the thought of Deepholm attacking shoots through me like lightning. The instant jump just makes me sit again as nausea overtakes me, the fast movement not serving well to my intentions of stopping this incessant headache. Looking around, I find the grass swaying in the wind, The tree still standing tall and the pond in the background. there were some denizens here and there, though all seemed to be asleep as me before. Affirming that there does not seem to be an immediate threat at least I focus inwards, letting my stagnant ki slowly come into proper motion, undoing the headache like untying a knot. Feeling somewhat better at least, I stand up, slower this time, and walk around. Though the relative silence is unusual, there seems to be no threat in sight. Deepholm's thralls are not to be seen, and any adventurers that could have gotten hurt must have departed already, as was planned.

suddenly a gust of wind came from below and I felt like throwing up again. Barely holding it in I look down, and stare at the small crack in the ground revealing a cave that looks like burning charcoal if it's fire was a dim purple. from it, I could feel nothing. My senses are still messed up and I cannot afford to find out what it is, so I do the next best action and start running towards Caldera's Core


I lie in a sea of nothingness, swimming through the molasse like a log on a slow river. Lack of duties, a space where there is no touch and I relax in a space of my mind's making...there is no better feeling one can get. I drift, slowly and without direction, my eyes closed in the infinite comforting darkness, faint smile on my face. Yet it was not meant to be. I frown, as I make out some sound. Nooooo...I don't want to wake up. Can't I just sleep five more minutes? Groaning, I turn around, the comfort slowly slipping away and making way for light. I don't think I can ignore the alarm for that long... Ugh, I guess I'll have to do the shitty daily routine then as I always do. As the light embraces me I open my eyes, just to realize that I have none. Ah, right. That happened.

focussing on the noise, I find myself at my core, a red woman yelling something something. Huh? what does she want? I focus on the noise made, slowly tuning my own hearing until I can hear the words

"...DERA! oh thank the shield you are awake!"

Huh? what's that? is it not missing a 'finally' before telling me how I was trying to cross the border with her and that bandit over here? wait, why does it sound like it's so important that I am awake?

sharpening my attention I look at the surroundings, realizing that the aforementioned red woman was Lydia, standing in my sanctum without anybody else to guard her, no frogs, no Jackie - and the network of information spread by Alexa was nowhere to be found

Panic mode settling in I rapidly skim around my domain, finding no invasion, no delvers, not a single thing happening. I quickly calmed down, partially, as the brain fog I woke up with still has not left me, and since this amount of quiet was far too unusual. Refocussing back to Lydia, she notices my attention immediately and asks "Do you know what is going on? I just woke up in the middle of the field, and there is no one to be found"

Trying to answer her I am once again reminded of the lack of voices, so I simply divert my attention to finding my scions, starting with Jackie. I realize mid search that maybe Giorno or Alexa are better choices but I can just search for them later, for now I'll just focus on the task at hand

Finding Jackie in the small space that is my former sanctum, I notice how her horns were shed, lying by the sides as she muttered in her sleep. Now how about you wake up? Of all my scions I expected you to be the least lazy one. In return she simply turned around and muttered something else, the intention this time being felt through the bond and translating roughly into "I do not want to be horny anymore, I just want to be happy". Oh haha, very punny. Well if that won't work, let's try... Hey Jackie, Lydia stole your strawberry chocolate cake and is eating all of it!

Immediately her form changed from 5 more minutes to ready to fight the world as she jumped up and immediately hit her head on the root above, slumping into a crouch as she held her head from the ache as I laughed my ass off, getting an upset glare from her. Her faked anger was short lived however as she touched her head repeatedly to find the horns she's used to missing, just to see them lying on the floor. Looking around frantically, wondering if this is some prank or if she is sick, I focused her and myself away from the distraction on Lydia still waiting anxiously at the core, telling Jackie to sprint over to her while I look for the other scions after a flash of sharing information on the current situation.

Before I was able to find any others however I felt a shudder run up my spine, as my clarity is regained yet the feeling of wrongness only intensifies - and now can actually be pointed somewhere. Right below me, where my border meets - Deepholm! switching over there immediately I find the source of that uneasiness, though it's not Deepholm, and I am unable to decide if what I see is more or less threatening

Right at my border the uneasiness identifies itself as emptiness that rubs against my border, a feeling similar to driving a car with maybe a centimetre of space between it and an obstacle to the left or right, except I also cannot see; not truly. Because what I find is a shrouded space, purple swirling vortexes and darkness, A place where mana may go in, but nothing ever comes out. Whatever it is, it seems to be the only thing there, so from what I can tell...

Deepholm is no more. And I do not know what to do with that.
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2023.06.02 22:45 TRAE-is-Alastor Designation: Death(chapter 8, part 2)

However, C’s power is entirely dependent on his rage, and his rage quickly dissipated after he started attacking.
It’s hard to keep up rage after letting it all out.
V and A were able to very easily get up, and he wasn’t going to be able to do any of that damage a second time.
“That was impressive, brat. But in the end… I can’t die. I am going to outlive every drone on this pitiful planet, everyone will die in due time.”
A’s other bodies all began raining rockets down on C, scorching him heavily. He was completely outmatched.
A flew down, looking at his battered body that was spilling oil out into the snow.
“I am not like those corrupted fools. I’ll never let my work end.” A kicked C in the rib, causing the mental to bend and dent from the force.
She suddenly saw an attack from above however, and narrowly dodged a weird orange colored laser, twisting in mid air to see who fired it.
It was E, the self proclaimed Overhound herself. Just like Uzi, she had a railgun of her own, the only difference was its application.
“Oh, so you want to interrupt?” A fired a missile at E, but she quickly fired a bullet into the rocket, setting it off mid air.
E leapt over the shrapnel, catching some mid air and throwing it at A as a distraction.
A took the bait and cut the shrapnel in half, giving E time to enter her blindspot and impale her through the gut with a sword, which she had turned her arm into.
A’s head twisted at an unnatural angle to give E a sinister grin as her wings ripped out and stabbed E in the shoulder.
E flailed her other arm forward and turned it into a claw to crush A’s head, but A easily caught her arm.
“You insolent little drone. You will never be capable of getting away with an attempt at my life. You throw away your life, every time you try to end mine.”
A turned one of her arms into a gun, and shot E in the throat. Once, twice, thrice, over and over.
However suddenly there was a loud noise behind her, and she felt two sets of claws pierce her spine.
She spun her head around again and saw that after being wounded by C earlier, V had been overwhelmed by the combined efforts of C and L, who had somehow both gotten up, as bad of shape as they were in.
For some reason, most of A’s other shells within her hivemind were still regenerating. C’s explosive sound waves must have gotten them, that had to have been what the sound was.
Both of C’s claws pierced A’s back. His visor’s glow was dim, his rage weakening as his life and hold on the world also weakened.
It was a miracle that he was still stubborn enough to fight. L quickly leaped forward and freed E from A’s wing, but A grabbed C’s claw and threw him.
“Don’t worry. It’s impossible to make your deaths as painful as I want them to be… I’ll have to settle.”
She charged forward and was about to kill C finally, but her arm was cut off by E and she got blindsided by a kick from L.
E quickly began shooting her in the back, as C leapt forward and tackled her down, ripping a small piece of her skull off.
A flipped over and threw him off quickly, and C yet again couldn’t get up. He can only get up with these injuries so many times, and he officially wasn’t getting up again.
She dodged another hit from L, and effortlessly sent him flying with a single backhand claw swipe, but got nailed by a punch from E.
E then charged at A, and grabbed her by the leg before throwing her against the landing pod.
However V and the other bodies of A had already recovered by now. Their efforts really met nothing, the odds were stacked against them.
Meanwhile, X had finally arrived at the location that he felt himself drawn to, and he saw a purple haired drone waiting for him there.
She looked over at him, her eyes were red. There was a grin on her face, as she looked down at her picture of V. She knew that X was part of the same squad as V.
She spoke something in Russian, which roughly translated to: “You felt the signal I gave, now, it’s time for reckoning.”
This drone had lured him here on purpose, and it was even worse because he knew who she was. “Doll?!”
Doll didn’t smile or laugh, she continued glaring at him. She spoke something in Russian that amounted to: “You knew this was your fate, X. You survived our first encounter, but I know you felt the grip of fate.”
Doll lifted her hand to the side, the AbsoluteSolver symbol manifesting in her hand. She made numerous chairs, desks, and small items float into the air, before enhancing and amplifying the strength of their molecules with the AbsoluteSolver.
X was a natural skilled fighter, but he wasn’t invincible. He managed to shoot a chair out of the air with a rocket, but he got hit with a desk and one of the chair’s legs jettisoned from the chair and lodged itself in his skull.
X flipped the table over, and kicked it back at Doll, only for her to disassemble it on a molecular scale right in front of him.
She then reassembled it and launched it forward at him again, causing him to jump to the side, which was her plan as suddenly the chalkboard went flying as well and slammed into him.
The table then rebounded back at him, slamming him in between both of them. X tried firing a rocket at Doll, but she effortlessly redirected it at X and enhanced it’s power mid air, causing it to blow off X’s arm and scorch his torso slightly.
X was still being crushed between the table and chalkboard, which were unharmed as Doll made sure to telekinetically contain the blast radius of the explosion to ensure that it only hit X.
Luckily for X, R suddenly entered the room and sent an enhanced pencil flying through Doll’s arm.
She then cut the table and chalkboard both in half, and used her own AbsoluteSolver in order to weaponize these small pieces and send them flying at Doll.
The pieces all shattered against Doll’s forcefield, causing the dust to spread around and coat the room.
“Godmind_string Gamma Decay: Activate.” R spoke as her AbsoluteSolver symbol was suddenly overlapped by a second symbol, one that was represented by a square with a circular string and a brain shape on it.
There was a burst of multicolored light as a stream of weaponized gamma photons, amplified by the AbsoluteSolver, were fired at Doll.
The burst hit Doll hard, and sent her flying, but even when amplified, it still didn’t have much effect on metal.
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2023.06.02 22:39 Obama-bin-keemstar I think Satan paid me a visit in my sleep.

WARNING: This story will cover dark and disturbing imagery and topics, such as suicide, death, and bodily decomposition. Reader's discretion advised.
This all happened to me while I was sleeping in the night of Sunday before Holy Week of this year, on February 26th. It was a night that I will never forget.
In this horrendous nightmare, I remember being in the backseat of my Mother's car. My Dad was driving in the front, and my Mom was next to him. I don't remember what they were talking about, but I do remember that everything was fine until a car drove in front of the SUV we were in, and we hit it head on. My seatbelt was not on, so I flew out of the roof and hit the ground, inches from the edge of a cliff.
Both my legs were broken, so I could not stand up. I looked over the edge of the cliff down below, and saw a bottomless and black abyss that seemed to stretch on forever. I was horrified at the prospect of dying, so I screamed and crawled as far away from the cliff as fast as I could to the wrecked cars. They were both on fire, and I saw my mother and father get out of the car uninjured. It was at this point where I knew something was wrong, and terribly so.
They both had smiles on their faces as if nothing had happened. I watched helplessly as my Mom and Dad held hands, run towards the cliff, and jump off the edge. I couldn't process what just happened with the pain and the shock I was in, and so I passed out.
I remember waking up in a Hospital with bandages all over my body, and my highschool best friend at my right side. She was holding my hand, and had her face downcast. I asked her to tell me what was going on.
"You were in a car wreck. You made it, but your parents did not survive. I'm sorry."
As these words were being spoken to me, I had a sense of intuition that something was off. I couldn't see her face, and she didn't speak those words to me. It was as if I heard those words in my mind, and her voice got distorted when I heard the words "I'm sorry", and her hand felt as cold as a dead body. I pulled my hand away from her.
"I know you're not [name redacted], you're someone else. Who the hell are you?"
The hospital room all of a sudden turned as black as that abyss I looked at in the car crash. This entity posing as my high school best friend raised it's head to stare at me. That same creepy smile that my parents had when they jumped to their deaths was present on her face.
It was at this point where her whole left side of her head started to rot like a corpse. Her green eye turned white, then yellow, then went out of its socket like sludge. Her white freckled skin turned yellow, then pitch black and rotten, almost like a burned corpse. Two to three of her teeth in the left side of her mouth plopped out, and worms leeked from the sockets of her gums. Her orange hair fell off her skull in clumps and became white. While all of this was happening, her right side of her head was completely normal. It was like the character Two-face from Batman, except much worse. This thing then responded thus:
"I am death. I rule this world, and I seek the destruction of all that lives. I will convince [name redacted] to take her life, and I will drag her soul to hell. I will kill your Mother and Father, and I will make you watch in agony as all of them waste away in the prison I am kept in, the one which you saw at the edge. You think Jesus can save you? He couldn't save himself from me when he was nailed to that tree!"
I woke up at 7:00 in the morning. It felt like something held me in my bed until I could get up, and I gasped for air. I couldn't sleep for the next night after, and I prayed for my mind to be at peace.
The good news is ever since I converted to Catholicism on the Saturday vigil before Easter and was baptized, I've felt better ever since, so I guess it's a happy ending? I still struggle with sin, so I'm planning on going to confession tomorrow and also telling my priest this story.
I can think of only two possibilities: I am severely mentally ill, or Satan visited me in my sleep. What do you guys think?
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2023.06.02 19:40 Free_Fun9 Fake Nails Acrylic, Gel and Wraps for Girls

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2023.06.02 19:07 xtremexavier15 TSROTI 1 (pt 1)

Episode 01: Bigger! Badder! Brutal-er!
The scene faded into a shot of the Earth from space, an astronaut banging on a small communications satellite in the foreground with a wrench. The satellite had the letters 'TDRI' scrawled on the front in black.
"We've been to the movies," the voice of Chris McLean began as the satellite seemed to whir into function, lights on either end of it glowing green. "We've been around the world!" Just as the astronaut gave the camera thumbs-up, the satellite suddenly failed with a jolt of electricity and broke apart, the astronaut palming the visor of their helmet. "And this season," Chris said as the camera rapidly began to zoom in towards northern Canada, "we're going right back where it all began," the camera past through layers of cloud to reach a beautiful morning sky, then panned down to an all-too-familiar island, "at Camp Wawanakwa!"
Chris McLean was already standing just off-center on the dock, right by the 'Wawanakwa' sign – both of which looked like they'd gone through some heavy wear and tear. "I'm Chris Mclean," the host formally introduced himself, "and as you can see, things have changed since we've been away." He walked down the dock to where a male red-shirted intern of southeast Asian descent waited with a coconut drink on a platter; the right side of the camp's sign fell down as he passed by, taking out a small piece of the dock.
"And by changed," the host said with a darkly expectant smile, "I mean gotten really, really, dangerous!" He took the coconut drink from the intern. As soon as he did so a giant pink tentacle rose from the lake with a terrifying roar, and slammed down on the dock – Chris calmly sidestepped it, but the intern and a sizable chunk of the end of the dock were smashed into the water. "Good stuff," the host laughed.
"But the rules of the game remain the same," he told the camera, the scene changing to a panning shot of one of the cabin rooms, a cockroach scurrying over the lens. The room itself looked about the same as it had three seasons ago – decrepit and old-fashioned, but boringly so. "A handful of unsuspecting teens will bunk with complete strangers," Chris explained during the pan, the shot cutting to a stained piece of male underwear nailed to a wooden door that promptly opened to reveal the old outhouse confessional within, "air their dirty laundry in our outhouse confessional, and compete in life-threatening challenges all over the island," the camera cut to a long-distance shot of the thousand-foot-high-cliff, zooming in on the gleamingly jagged rocks in the water below it, "and risk being voted off," Chris continued as the shot cut to the clearing, firepit, oil drum, and eleven stump-seats used for Campfire Ceremonies of the past.
"Last one standing wins," the shot cut from the elimination area to a still image of a wheelbarrow overflowing with money, "one, million, DOLLARS!" A short, grand, and victorious tune blared as the shot zoomed in on the prize money.
"Speaking of our cast," Chris said back on the Dock of Shame as a cool rock theme began to play, "here they are now!"
The shot cut to a small but luxurious red-striped yacht where the twenty-four contestants of the past three seasons could be seen more-or-less enjoying themselves. Brick and Courtney were making out on the starboard side while Ella, Ezekiel, and Sadie danced nearby, Eva looking away from them. On the stern deck, Mike, Owen, and Sky were dancing and Izzy was hanging upside down swinging life rings with Noah watching with disinterest. On a higher sternward balcony, Dawn was meditating, Beth was reading a book, and Cody and Harold played with video game handhelds. Shawn dropped down on the group unexpectedly from even higher up, startling all four. And at the bow, Heather leaned coolly against the port-side railing and smiled at the camera, Topher was looking at his reflection in a mirror, Jo and Lightning arm-wrestled on the railing next to them, Amy and Rodney were dancing to music that Duncan was setting up on his boombox, and Lindsay sat on the very foremost point of the railing posing.
Chris waved at the yacht as it approached...and kept on going, the music scratching to a halt instead of the ship. "NOOOO!" Owen hollered in surprise in anguish as the boat sailed off-screen, and Chris laughed.
"No, not them," he told the camera as it zoomed back in on him. "This season, we've got all new players, fighting for the million!" he announced as the music turned tense and grandiose. "And here they come now, for real!"
The shot cut to another yacht approaching, similar to the last one but with its stripes a pale teal instead of red. Several teens could be standing along the bow, port-side, upper deck, and stern, and the camera cut to those at the head of the ship – Molly and Dave.
"Meet Molly," Chris said, the girl noticing the boy next to her feeling scared.
"What’s the matter? We’re just going to compete where the show started," Molly assured the boy.
"Dave," Chris continued, and the boy blinked.
"Yeah, but I didn't know that the island would consist of toxic waste," Dave told the girl before breaking out the hand sanitizer and rubbing his hands and arms with it, causing the indie girl to raise an eyebrow.
The camera panned to the right to show the next two campers in line – Scott and Trent.
"Scott! And, Trent!" Chris continued.
"Why are you carrying a guitar around?" Scott asked Trent, who was happily tuning up his guitar.
"So I can practice my songs at camp," Trent smiled at the grumpy boy.
"Max!" Chris announced next, the pale boy in question suddenly and without warning popping up between Scott and Trent with enough force to knock the two to the sides with startled cries. From the evil smile he was sporting to the pale skin, everything about him radiated villainy.
"These compestants have no idea what awaits them when we arrive," Max said, speaking darkly as a dark tune played in the background. "For I am the definition of pure evil!" Max degenerated into laughter as the camera panned away from him, showing Leshawna and Sammy, the next contestants.
"Leshawna," Chris introduced the large girl witnessing Max's introduction.
"That boy is not right in the head," Leshawna shook her head with disapproval.
"Sammy," Chris introduced the nervous cheerleader.
"He is a bit free-spirited," Sammy said timidly while holding her left arm.
The camera panned right again to show B. He snapped his fingers for the audience.
"B," Chris finally introduced, "and Scarlett," he added, the camera panning further right to show the girl next to B reading a book.
"You seem confident to be here," Scarlett said dryly without taking her eyes off her book. "Do you know about the substance of toxic waste and radiation?" B nodded in agreement, impressing Scarlett. "That's good to know."
"Katie," Chris continued as the scene cut to a spot further down the yacht, showing the girl holding her tablet.
"Just in," Katie waved pleasantly at the camera. "I'm about to be competing for a million dollars, I-"
As she spoke the camera panned away to Anne Maria spraying her hair.
"Anne Maria," Chris introduced.
"Oh yeah!" Anne Maria looked at the camera. "Three more coats oughta do it."
She was interrupted when Katie walked back into the shot. "Not to be rude," she looked at the camera, "but you panned away before I could finish my introduction."
"Sorry, viral," Anne Maria smirked. "The camera just loves me more."
"Geoff," Chris introduced next as he dashed onto the scene, putting himself next to the two girls.
"Okay, girls," Geoff said in what was a chill tone, "let's not get off on the wrong foot. You'll get more camera time after we're all introduced."
Anne Maria proceeded to spray her hair again, the cloud causing Geoff and Katie to cough profusely.
"Sierra," Chris introduced next, the camera panning up to the girl standing on the upper balcony.
She was hurriedly typing into her phone. "I can't wait to step foot on Camp Wawanakwa and talk about it on my blog!" Sierra said, looking around in amazement until a small flock of pigeons flew past and knocked her over the railing with a scream.
"And DJ," Chris finished as Sierra landed next to the fourteenth and final competitor of the season.
DJ looked down as Sierra landed and gasped. "Oh snap! Let me help you up!" DJ quickly bent down and helped Sierra up. "There you go."
"Yup!" Chris said as the shot cut back to him on the Dock of Shame. "It's our roughest, toughest, most explosive season ever!" He took out a remote control, and pressed the large central button with his thumb.
The yacht that the new contestants were sailing in on suddenly exploded, sending all fourteen of them flying and screaming in every direction.
Chris took a casual sip of his coconut drink, then looked at the camera and raised a finger high. "Right here," he said as a faint version of the series' capstone theme played, "on Total! Drama! Revenge of the Island!" The shot jumped outward as the title was said, showing Wawanakwa island in its entirety with a few plumes of smoke in the distance marking where the yacht had exploded.
(Fade to Opening Theme)
[The sequence begins much as it did three seasons ago, with an open into letterbox format as the camera focuses on the tops of a few distant pine trees. A rusty stage light rotates up and turns on; then the shot changes to a cobwebby spotlight swinging down and turning on as well; then a small security camera popping out of one of several leaky toxic waste barrels; then another camera bursting out of a tree hollow, held by an octopus tentacle and dislodging a few bones; then a pair of fair-skinned arms clapping a film slate in front of the camera which switches to a shot of the island, briefly showing a giant octopus looking out of the lake to the right, then flying forward down the dock and past the buildings, passing under a totem pole that Chris was sitting on and which was being carried by a trio of male interns of mismatched heights.]
Dear Mom and Dad, I'm doin' fine;
[The camera rapidly flies through the trees as the lyrics begin, quickly reaching the top of the thousand-foot-high cliff.]
You guys are on my mind!
[It looks down at the ring of buoys in the water below and dives, immediately cutting to an underwater view as the bubbles disperse to reveal Sammy gagging with several vicious-looking fish watching her hungrily until a claw-like machine grabbed her and pulled her up to the surface.]
You asked me what I wanted to be,
And now I think the answer is plain to see!
[Up in a canoe, B tinkered with the machine, and looked up as it pulled Sammy out of the water and into the sky.]
I wanna be...famous!
[The scene lingers on Sammy in front of the sun for a moment, then quick-pans left to Katie in the middle of the woods posing as she is filming herself; a falling Sammy abruptly hits her on the back and knocks both to the ground. Katie lifts her head to look at the cheerleader, who just smiles bashfully. Geoff runs past them as the camera pans left to Sierra sitting on a tree branch and texting on her phone. Gophers suddenly pop up from the ground and roar, causing Sierra to flee.]
I wanna live close to the sun!
[At the top of a waterfall, Molly and Trent float downriver in a canoe. Trent was playing a song on his guitar, to which Molly was vibing to until she finally spotted the waterfall. Both screamed as they went over the edge.]
Well pack your bags, 'cause I've already won!
[The camera pans down to DJ, balancing a log on his finger. Though he does not see the canoe falling behind him, he does see Molly and Trent as they fall right on top of him, breaking the log he was holding onto and sending all three into the water.]
Everythin' to prove, nothin' in my way;
[Scott is laughing at the three's misfortune, and a monstrous shark with arms and legs bursts out of the outhouse with a toothy grin, making Scott run away.]
I'll get there one day.
[The camera pans to the Mess Lodge, Chef Hatchet's silhouette visible in the window. Zooming in to the room shows him stirring a pot of some greenish slop with a dark grin, and the shot pans over to show Max cackling wickedly until Chef shoves a spoon full of slop into his mouth.]
'Cause I wanna be...famous!
[Another pan to the left reveals Anne Maria spraying her hair. Once she realized she was being recorded, she glared at the camera and sprayed it with her can. The spray cloud moves the scene out of the lodge and into the beach, where Scarlett is calmly reading her book – until a hawk flew right in just to snag it and flew away, much to Scarlett's unamusement.]
(Na-na nanananaa, nanana-nanaa, na-nananananaa)
[The camera pans away from Scarlett and on to Dave applying hand sanitizer. A furry hand taps him on the shoulder, distracting the germaphobe and allowing the arm to snatch away the sanitizer. Dave realizes what's happened, and rushes angrily at the large hairy ape-man now using the hand sanitizer.]
I wanna be! I wanna be! I wanna be famous! (Na-na nanananaa, nanana-nanaa, na-nananananaa)
[The camera pans down to the end of the dock to show Leshawna, blowing a kiss before taking a few steps back. She busts out a few dance moves of her own.]
I wanna be! I wanna be! I wanna be famous! (Na-na nanananaa, nanana-nanaa, na-nananananaa)
[A sudden splash of water comes down on the sista, interrupting her dancing and causing her to send a frown upward – Chris is hovering above him in a jetpack and helmet, holding an empty bucket. He drops the bucket then flies off, the flames from his jetpack taking over the screen. It becomes night as they peter out, and the camera pans down across the stars and treetops and full moon to Anne Maria and Geoff sitting at a campfire together. As they lean towards each other with expectant smiles they are interrupted and separated by Chef Hatchet, wearing a hazmat suit and holding a glowing green marshmallow between them with a pair of heavy tongs.
The shot zooms out to show the rest of the cast looking shocked, whistling the last few notes of the song – Trent, Leshawna, B, Scott, Dave, and Katie on Anne Maria's side; Max, Sammy, Molly, Scarlett, DJ, and Sierra on Geoff's side; and Chris standing next to Chef on Geoff's side as well. The shot continued to zoom out until a signboard was shown marking the presumed entrance to the fire pit; it read 'TOTAL DRAMA REVENGE OF THE ISLAND' in block letters, the third word being the largest and the last word relegated to a board tacked on at the end.]
"AAAAHHH!" Max screamed, the episode fading in to him landing hard on a rock jutting out of the water. "Why must a villainous mastermind suffer like this?" he groaned, pitifully sliding into the water as Anne Maria swam past in the background.
"Chris is so getting a beatdown for this!" Anne Maria said to herself.
Sammy was shown swimming by clinging to a piece of driftwood, then looking to the side at the sound of someone coming up behind her. "Sorry about this!" Trent shouted as he shot past like a torpedo.
The camera followed Trent as he swam past Molly. "There is a thing called open space!" Molly said before continuing her swim.
The shot cut back to Max, now flailing his arms as he struggled not to drown. "Spaz," Scott said as he swam past him.
Max finally sank below the water, but fortunately Scarlett quickly swam over and dived down.
"I pity you, and I also don't want you dead," Scarlett informed as she surfaced, pulling a coughing Max back up with her.
"Get me to land now!" Max demanded.
The camera cut to Geoff. He reached another rock jutting out of the water and pulled himself up onto it. "Okay. How am I gonna get myself to shore?" The party guy then saw a long piece of wood shaped like a surfboard and grabbed it. "I think I know what to do!"
Positioning himself on the rock while laying belly first on the wood, Geoff boosted himself off the rock and rocketed through the water, even managing to get up and maintain himself.
The shot cut to Scarlett helping Max swim to shore, only for a surfing Geoff to unknowingly splash water onto the both of them, causing them to fall under the water.
Leshawna sputtered as she sank and struggled to stay afloat. "I don't think I can stay up for much longer!"
"I'm on it!" DJ and Katie said, appearing out of nowhere and swimming to the girl.
"Oops. You can go first. Sorry if I interrupted," Katie apologized.
"No no. You can go instead. I think it was the other way around," DJ offered.
"Well, I mean, if you insist," Katie chuckled until the hand of Leshawna held onto Katie's head for support, dragging her down.
DJ panicked. "Hang on! I'm coming!" He dived down and got both Leshawna and Katie, the former spitting out water.
"If we weren't in water right now, I'd be tweeting about you saving me," Katie commented.
Confessional: DJ
"So this is my first confessional," DJ opened while looking around the outhouse confessional. "I've watched the first season, and this is where the contestants come in to talk about their feelings or strategy or whatnot."
"We're all newcomers here, so if I see anyone struggling, I'll be there to help them out," he continued with a smile before frowning. "Right after I get used to this island first."
Confessional: Katie
"Hello," Katie said in the next confessional to her tablet. "This is the first time I am in the Total Drama confessional. It's a little disgusting, but that's for another time!" She continued with her perky smile and put her tablet away. "I came onto this show in order to promote my vlogging expertise and gain more followers. I'm a bit of an advice guru, so don't be surprised if I have a solution for some sticky situations." She laughed blissfully. "That was so alliterative!"
Confessionals End
The footage resumed with a rather wet Trent on shore. He looked around, then cheered in victory. "Yes! I'm first!" he cheered. "And my guitar is in one piece-"
His face dropped as he looked to his left, and the camera panned to show Sierra fixing her wet hair.
"How did you get here before us?" Trent asked.
"I practiced swimming back home in case we have a beach episode," Sierra explained happily.
Dave was the next to come to shore, crawling out of the water. "I'm here!" he panted before falling on his face.
Confessional: Dave
Dave squirted hand sanitizer on his hands, and set his pocket-sized bottle aside on the seat, beginning to rub his hands together to spread the cleaning product. "How did I not read my contract fully? I never would've signed up if I had known how unclean the environment was gonna be."
Confessional Ends
B and Max were the next to make it to dry land, the quiet genius dragging the super villain up the beach on his head with the super villain coughing out water.
Confessional: Max
"I do not like yachts, so it was very enjoyable to have it be destroyed," Max grinned. "I just wish it was me who blew the yacht up instead of being on the receiving end like those other fools," he complained briefly.
"I guarantee you, everybody will be frightened by my abnormally large brain and my super advanced hearing. No one has ever, ever been able to sneak up on me!" he declared confidently just as an orange butterfly flew over him. It landed on his head...and with a sickening bone-crunch, Max started to tilt over. "Begone, brutal butterfly!" he cried in pain, falling over onto the seat under the butterfly's weight.
Confessional Ends
The footage cut back to the beach, showing Trent, Sierra, Dave, B, and Max loitering around a large rock further up the beach and revealing that Scott, Scarlett, Anne Maria, Sammy, Molly, Leshawna, Katie, and DJ had all made it to shore as well.
"This is preposterous!" Max ranted, pouring water out of his shoe. "I am not to be treated with disrespect! Chris will rue the day he met Max Mayhem!"
Molly was sitting next to Max and listening without a care. "Is your last name actually Mayhem? If it's not, I'd respect you for creating your own nickname."
Max was about to answer, but a wave and a dramatic riff signaled that another person had washed up.
It was Geoff, who coughed out a small fish.
Confessional: Geoff
"I wiped out for a while," Geoff confessed. "I’m more into parties and having a good time. As long as I get along with everyone and not be harsh, I can last up to the tenth or eleventh episode."
Confessional Ends
"I can't believe we were blown up before we even got on the island," Sammy said, Katie sitting near her. "I've been watching Total Drama for a while, and I can't even tell what's going to happen next," she looked at the girl.
"It's not your fault. None of us can look into the future," Katie told her before looking at her tablet. "Katchy Katie here, and so far, the island is looking pretty bland," she told her viewers.
"Katchy Katie?" Sammy wondered. "What's that about?"
"That's just my vlog name," Katie explained. "I usually record what's going on in my life so I can tell my viewers what to do and not what to do."
"Could you send me a link to your vlog?" Sammy asked the influencer. "It sounds interesting."
Katie gave a slip of paper with her name on it to Sammy. "Here you go. It's best to always keep track of what you see and know on paper so you won't forget in the future."
"Attention, fresh meat!" Chris announced, the shot cutting to a pair of loudspeakers on a tree nearby, then panning down and right to show that all fourteen campers were now waiting around on the rocky beach. "See that trail leading into the forest?" the host continued, the camera following the contestants' gazes right as they looked at where the beach, trees, and rocks met. "Race to the end of the trail," Chris commanded, "and do not disturb the wildlife! That would be bad."
"Does he seriously think that will frighten us?" Scarlett blew him off.
"The tiniest sound can set them off," Chris continued. "Liiike...THIS!" He blew an airhorn over the intercom, forcing all fourteen campers to cover their ears.
The camera panned over to the distant treetops on the left, the airhorn fading in to a loud, terrifying roar that startled a flock of birds to flight. The music became tense as one tree was knocked over, then another closer to the beach. Finally, the cast screamed and fled into the woods.
A clock wipe transitioned the footage ahead to an adorable little purplish bird singing on a branch...until a frog-like tongue snapped out of a hollow behind it and dragged the bird into darkness.
The camera panned down to a finish line, just as Geoff and DJ ran past it with the brickhouse in the lead. "Alright! First place!" DJ turned to the party guy. "Don't worry. Second's not that bad."
"I know," Geoff smiled. "I don't get why people are worked up over it though."
It was then that Chris rode up on a red ATV, his usual smile on his face. "Party Time, two steps left. You're on Team A," he directed, Geoff nodding happily and walking a few steps back towards the finish line. "Big Friendly Giant? Move right. You're on Team B," he told DJ, directing him to the right; he complied just as Scott crossed the finish line, skidding to a stop next to Geoff.
"Pit Sniffer," the host told him, "you're on Team A." Molly slid in next. "Free Spirit, Team B," Chris told her.
"Alright then," Molly said with a smile and ran off to the right. B stopped running and came to a halt.
"Silent Treatment, Team A," Chris told him, causing him to give his signature greeting to Geoff and Scott before Trent arrived. "Guitar Hero, Team B," Chris told him.
"Okay!" Trent went to his designated team.
Sammy and Katie arrived next, the nervous cheerleader bending over to catch her breath and the influencer clutching her chest. "Sour Sport. Team A. Perky Influencer. Team B," Chris said.
"I'm not that bad," Sammy mumbled while Katie ran to her team.
"Blogspot, Team A," Chris continued over a shot of Sierra running and stopping at her team. Dave arrived next. "Germ Avoider, Team B."
The camera zoomed out a little ways from Team A just as Leshawna ran up, panting and out of breath.
"Loud and Proud, Team A," Chris said. "Tan in a Can, Team B," Chris continued as Anne Maria arrived, walking rather than running.
"I'm… so… tired!" Max moaned while dragging himself through the floor.
"Maniacal Max, Team A," Chris directed. As Max joined his teammates they all looked back towards the finish line, with Scarlett simply walking to the finish.
"Aaand Quiet Genius, Team B," Chris finished with a smile.
"What was that thing in the forest?" Sierra said, trudging past her teammates.
"I'm pretty sure that cry does not sound like any normal animal," Trent added.
"Relax, it'll all make sense eventually," Chris explained, his impish smile quickly degenerating into long, evil laughter that caused the two teams to stare at him and look at each other in awkward, nervous confusion.
Chris finally stopped laughing, and wiped a tear from his eye. "Now, this season of Total Drama will be a little bit different," he explained. "For example, in every episode, someone will be eliminated."
The campers gasped, and an ominous chant played in the background. "It's never been that hard before," Sammy remarked in shock.
"I know," Chris told her with a smug grin, "I'm good. But since you're all first-timers, I'm gonna cut you a break and hide this bad boy somewhere in the campgrounds." He held up what appeared to be a small wooden carving of his head, and the shot cut in for a close-up. "A genu-ine McLean Brand Chris Head! Your free ticket back into the game!" The small carving was shown against a radiant white and blue background, an angelic chorus playing as images of Chef Hatchet dressed in a lavender leotard and tutu, angel wings, and a halo flew into the corners of the screen while holding harps and singing.
"Even if your teammates vote you off," he added as B and Geoff were shown staring with wide eyes. "Whoever finds it," Chris continued over a shot of DJ, Dave, Scarlett, and Molly also watching with wide eyes, "will become the most powerful player in Total Drama history!" Both Sierra and Max were shown smiling in awe.
The angelic chorus ended as Chris brought the statue in for a closer look. "Is the cleft on my chin really that big?" he asked in concern.
"Yep, and it looks like a butt," Scott answered, earning an annoyed glare from the host.
"Moving on," Chris said forcefully, "time for the team names!"
"I hope the names won't be stupid!" Molly immediately said. "I don't want to be defined by a name like the Silly Bunnies?"
"You got that right Molly," Chris told her, "The names have been chosen by moi. Team A, you shall henceforth be known as, the Toxic Rats!" A short but energetic riff played as the screen switched to a green, red, and yellow starburst-patterned background, a green logo spinning up to the front. It bore the image of a six-limbed rat standing up on its hindlegs and bearing its teeth menacingly.
The Toxic Rats stared blankly for a moment before Max laughed and said "How evil!"
"And Team B," Chris continued, turning his head to the other six, "you are hereby dubbed, the Mutant Maggots!" A different energetic theme played as a teal, yellow, and orange sunburst-patterned background took over the screen, and a red logo spun up to the front. This one depicted the head of a three-eyed maggot, its mouth frozen in a gaping hiss.
The Mutant Maggots stared blankly for a second as well. "What's with all the chemical waste references?" Dave asked.
The perspective switched to a group shot as another loud roar shook the area. "It's the monster!" Anne Maria shouted in terror, making the others look around in shock.
The shot cut to some distant trees, a flock of birds flying away as one fell, then the camera panned to the right as another closer tree fell. Dave, DJ, and Katie gasped in fear, the brickhouse quickly grabbing the influencer's arm for comfort, and the camera zoomed in on a bush in front of the last fallen tree.
A small hairless squirrel with big yellow eyes jumped out and looked around.
"So we panicked over a small squirrel?" Scarlett said in disbelief.
"Aww, it's kinda cute!" DJ gushed...until it blinked sideways, and he cringed audibly.
"What happened to it?" Katie asked from off-screen as the squirrel happily blinked and looked around some more.
"While we were gone," Chris explained, "I rented the island out to a nice family-oriented biohazardous waste disposal company." As he spoke, the camera cut to a pile of oil barrels stashed in and around a tree. All of the barrels had a hazard sign on them, and most were leaking some sort of foul bubbling green liquid. "Sweet people," the host remarked.
"But," he added as the focus cut back to him on his ATV, "the waste is having a teensy bit of an impact on the flora and fauna." The hairless squirrel was shown again, blinking as a monarch butterfly flew close to it. It snapped out its tongue like a frog, and swallowed the butterfly up.
"This may be odd, but that squirrel is cool!" Geoff said with a grin as Max and Sammy gave him odd looks.
"You know," Leshawna said, cautiously approaching it with a smile on her face, "it looks weird but I'm sure it's perfectly harmless! Am I right?" She reached out to pet it, and it roared the same deep and terrifying roar that had scared them all earlier, then shot lightning from its eyes at the ground Leshawna was standing on. Leshawna screamed and ran away, and the squirrel blew her a raspberry before hopping back into the bush.
Chris was laughing hysterically as the shot cut to Leshawna jumping into the arms of a surprised Geoff in fear. The camera cut back to Chris as he stopped laughing, then in an elated and dramatic tone said "Most. Danger. Ev-er~!" as an equally sharp and dramatic tune played.
Confessional: Leshawna
"That guy is some kind of crazy," Leshawna confessed to the outhouse camera in outrage. "Adding toxic waste to the island? That's gotta be a criminal offense if it endangers us."
Confessional Ends
"Now," Chris said with a wide smile as the scene cut back to him once again, "before we start our very first challenge of the season, let's give out some rewards. DJ," he turned to the left, "because you made it up here before anyone else, your team gets a trampoline!" A grand tune played as the shot cut to a close-up of the trampoline, and moments later Chef Hatchet bounced down upon it. "And the Rats, get a hacksaw," Chris added, the shot cutting upwards to show his glowering assistant holding the tool in question.
Chef suddenly lost his balance and fell with a crash; Max laughed and had the hacksaw thrown at his head for it; and Scarlett silently laughed too, and in turn got crushed by the trampoline that was thrown at her, making her groan in pain.
"What do these items have to do with this bomb?" Chris asked, holding up a square of plastic explosives with a wireless timed detonator attached to it.
"Uhh, he's not gonna blow us up again, is he?" Trent nervously asked an equally nervous Scarlett.
"Who knows," Chris said with a sly smile, leaning in between the two with the bomb. "Find out when we come back!"
(Fade to Commercial)
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2023.06.02 18:49 Throwawaydooduh Filler and finish for red oak countertop - DIY

Need some help/suggestions/hive mind. I'm building my kitchen countertops out of red oak flooring over a 3/4 in radiata ply base in a herringbone pattern. Yes, I know, it's not gonna last long enough for my grandkids to be using it. That's ok. I got the wood for $65 and I want something better than particle board. Good enough is better than perfect. My question is, what do I use to fill the gaps/imperfections that's stable enough for countertop use? My plan is to seal it with an oil-based poly until its perfectly flat and pore-less. But I couldn't find a flat finish in oil-base and I'm hesitant to use acrylic (looks cloudy to me) I want something that's indestructible and not high maintenance. Secondly, do I need to worry about warping/expansion/contraction? The only holding medium will be wood glue and brad nails.
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2023.06.02 18:47 OutsideNo9888 Best MelodySusie?

Best MelodySusie?
What do you think of this MelodySusie for someone just getting back into it and just practicing? I’ve also only used other people’s drills and I’m really not ready to drop a ton od money right now. I need one to use at home and practice on friends and family until I get better.
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2023.06.02 18:44 Dogsrlife23 Gel Allergy Update: Patch Test Results

In this sub and other nail related subs, people have posted about their gel nail polish allergy (including myself), but I have not seen any follow ups or updates about actually being tested for these allergies, hence why I am writing this post.
A bit of background -- I started doing my nails myself because I was cheap. Bought the beetles kit on amazon, was using it and started itching a bit so I stopped. With moving and some nicer events, I started getting gel nails done at salons. Went to a russian manicure place and had no reactions (looking back I think its because they are so careful with the polish that nothing touched my skin) and then went to a different place after I moved. Once at the last place, I have a full on allergic reactions. My fingers got so puffy that I could not put my engagement ring on, so itchy that I could not sleep. Since then, I have only been using regular nail polish.
I am lucky that I have health insurance and this patch test was converted. I went to an allergist in my area on Tuesday and they slapped on 80! allergen patches ranging from acrylics, metals and fragrances just to see if anything else was triggering an allergy.
Other than not being able to exercise or wash my back for 3 days, it was a pretty easy test. Luckily I work from home, so I hid in extra large sweatshirts for comfort. If you can get it done, just do it.
I just got back the results today and they are the following:
HEMA - Significant
Ethyl Acrylate - Moderate
Methlyl methacrylate - Mild
Formaldehyde - Mild
Now that I have concrete answers/actual medical proof of what is causing my allergies, it is now time to do research into what I can/cannot get done in terms of any nail application.
If you learn anything from this post, it is to be careful doing your nails at home. Now I have to be careful with any type of dental work/implants/orthopedic work due to HEMA being used in those procedures.
Happy to answer any questions!
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2023.06.02 18:40 lucidityxblossom I Am Still Running - Jon Foreman Cover MK hi, love ya. sometimes my hands feels like i'm suffocating and i need to cool them and provide water and nail polish also feels like suffocation. acrylic nails was a fascinating experience. i had to breathe 🙃

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2023.06.02 17:45 EnthusiasmTiny6362 Help!!

I asked for French tip acrylic and then he added the acrylic as white instead of clear, thought he may paint the nude color to make it so it wasn’t half my nail white and just the tip but not how it works I guess. I asked if he could make less white and he couldn’t and then put gel on top. I hate it so much idk what to do or ask for. Do I ask him to take the gel off and just do polish? I hate saying I don’t like shit but I have graduation next week and a wedding this weekend. Do I just go home and put polish over it? Any advice would be great
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2023.06.02 17:07 happy_username Fingernails

Does anyone maintain nice fingernails with regular horse activities? I discovered dip powder manicures and loved them but you can't use them repetitively because they thin the nail. I tried the glue on nails too from the salon but they all came off at varying times and one of the worst was inside my glove during my lesson (this was one attempt so may try these again). A regular gel or acrylic of course is chipped within days. Has anyone figured out something that works? 🤣
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2023.06.02 16:38 yournailsupplier Size, shape, and material selection for E-file carbide bits: the complete guide

Size, shape, and material selection for E-file carbide bits: the complete guide
Electric nail files are a practical solution for professionals who want to expedite their nail services while still producing a faultless finish. E-files have become a common tool in the nail business due to their ability to swiftly and effectively shape and smooth nails. Choosing the best e-file component for the work is crucial given the wide range of cute easy nails options available. Carbide bits can help with this.
When utilizing an e-file, carbide bits are a professional nailist's must-have equipment. They are available in a variety of forms, dimensions, and materials, each with a specific function for providing accurate and effective nail services. You can guarantee a profitable and secure nail service by choosing the proper carbide bit for each unique client and service.

1. Aspects of Carbide Bits

One of the most important tools for nail technicians is a carbide bit since it has several benefits. Therefore, being aware of the advantages and distinctions of nail drill bits gives you the ability to easily produce outcomes that are professional-looking while also achieving faultless and exact nail enhancements.
Carbide e-file bits, in contrast to other sorts, are constructed from a hard, dense substance that is intended to remove products effectively without harming the natural nail. They work well for shaping and perfecting nails as well as applying hard materials like acrylic and hard gel.
They are made for different jobs and available in a variety of sizes and forms. A cone-shaped bit, for instance, is excellent for precise work in the cuticle area, whilst a flame-shaped bit is perfect for removing products from difficult-to-reach places. For shaping and smoothing surfaces, the barrel-shaped bit is a common option. In order to provide safe and effective nail services, it's critical to select the appropriate carbide bit for the task.
Follow the manufacturer's recommendations and suggested RPMs while using a carbide bit to avoid overheating or harming the natural nail. Always begin at a low RPM and raise the speed gradually as necessary.
Overall, they are an excellent tool for creating stunning and durable nail modifications. They can save the time and effort required for your nail treatments while still producing precise and efficient results when used and maintained properly. It's crucial to exercise caution when using any instrument and to put your customers' safety and wellbeing first at all times.

2. Electronic File: Electric Nail Drill

With its superior performance and cutting-edge features, the electric nail drill revolutionizes the sector and raises the bar for top-notch nail care. You can begin on a path of expertise and advance your skill to unmatched heights with this ground-breaking tool at your side.
The electric nail drill's inventive replaceable bit system, a true game-changer in the nail care industry, is at the core of its genius. With the help of this ground-breaking function, you can quickly adjust to a variety of nail care needs and expertly shape, smooth, and remove acrylic or gel polish with accuracy and finesse. With a wide range of specialized bits at your disposal, you have the ability to produce faultless, expert-level results that will awe and impress.
By making the investment in an electric nail drill, you may easily improve the complexity of your elaborate patterns and nail modifications. Limitations and compromises are a thing of the past. You are enabled to meet your clients' various preferences and particular nail care needs thanks to the option to swap between parts. With this game-changing tool, you can realize any concept, whether it be big and spectacular or delicate and refined, guaranteeing that every client leaves your salon smiling.

3. Cleaning and Sanitizing Your Carbide Bits

For these components to function well and last a long time, proper care and upkeep are essential.
To get rid of any dirt or nail polish buildup after each use, the bits must be carefully cleaned. Professionals can do this by using a brush or bit cleaner and then sterilizing the bits with a disinfectant solution. It's also vital to note that experts shouldn't immerse carbide bits in acetone or any other harsh solvents since this could harm the bits' surface and affect their effectiveness.
In order to avoid contamination or damage, professionals should keep these parts in a clean, dry environment when not in use. Furthermore, a lot of nail technicians choose to keep their pieces in a special holder or container so that nails art blog they are simple to find and use when needed. Inspecting carbide bits for wear or damage on a regular basis is also crucial. It is best to change a bit if it appears dull or has any nicks or chips in order to guarantee the security and caliber of your nail services.
Long-term time and financial savings for nail experts can be realized by giving them the proper care and maintenance. In order to keep their carbide bits reliable and efficient, nail technicians should adhere to these best practices.
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2023.06.02 15:48 SavingsSpare8104 Launched: brand-new Instant Acrylic Press-on Nail Designs!

Launched: brand-new Instant Acrylic Press-on Nail Designs!
There is something for everyone in our brand-new Instant Acrylic line. It offers a wide range of looks, including timeless classics as well as the more contemporary trends that you've probably seen your favorite influencers flaunt on social media. Whether you want a subtle, everyday look that goes with any outfit and keeps your nails looking great nails art beauty even on days when you're running errands, an attention-grabbing look that will draw compliments and attention wherever you go, or a truly extravagant look that you'll want to base an entire outfit around, you'll find a set perfect for you in this new line! See some of the highlights in the list below.

1. Vintage Sets

Blush Ombre: This set, which has a short almond shape and transitions from a rosy nude at the bottom to a glossy white at the top, is essential for everyone. It goes with any outfit. Women of all ages will look great with an almond shape, which is universally flattering. This set gives your nails a timeless, refined appearance that is suitable for work.
Acrylic ombre: Although these sheer nudes are a more modern take on the nude aesthetic, they are nonetheless a classic! The stiletto form provides a touch of drama without being overly flashy, and this set offers your fingers a chic and refined appearance.

trendy short gel nails

2. Modern Sets

Golden Edge: The design of this set is even more fashion-forward, and the coffin form is generally associated with fashionistas. With a shimmering, metallic gold striping at the cuticle for added visual impact, it has a warm, matte tone of peachy brown. Although the metallic gold accent is understated, it is nonetheless likely to draw attention.
Down to Earth: Designed for fans of earth tones, this set includes matte nail colors that create an ombre effect from the thumb to the pinkie by transitioning from a rich dark brown to a light tan. The set can give flair to any ensemble thanks to its neutral tones.
Wilderness: This unusual set will let you go wild with one of the fads of the last year, which is animal print nails! Every nail has a different print, including tiger, cow, jaguar, giraffe, and zebra, making each finger special. You should base your attire off of this set!
Grayson: This collection displays the subtle veining short gel nails natural that so many people adore in marble, one of the most beautiful materials in the world. To make these nails stand out from other sets utilizing the marble trend, we added metallic gold accents for an additional splash of color.
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2023.06.02 15:47 lilacleeches Sizing advice for the new-style shapewear?

I have the seamless sculpt brief bodysuit in xxs/xs (black) and s/m (pink) from before they did the redesign. the s/m is slightly loose in the butt, and the xxs/xs snatches me beautifully but kind of digs in a little at the straps. both wearable and still my favourite bodysuits by a long shot, only i accidentally punched a hole in the black one with an acrylic nail lmao so figured i will repurchase.
what size should i go for in the new line, xs or s? what changes did they make to the suits with the sizing overhaul anyway?
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2023.06.02 15:37 SnooBooks6345 The Truth of SEELE creation and Human Instrumentality Project in ANIMA LN

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2023.06.02 15:32 SnooBooks6345 Evangelion ANIMA. The truth of SEELE creation, and The Human Instrumentality Project

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2023.06.02 15:04 hbdguy YSK Long Nails carry more bacteria

Why YSK: It’s important for people to maintain proper hygiene and know that more bacteria can cause extra health related issues putting you and your loved ones at risk.
What YSK: Long nails have more surface area than short nails leaving more room for bacterial growth. Various research studies have found that at least 32 different types of bacteria and 28 different fungi under nails including staphylococcus. This is why medical staff are required to shorten their nails as they pose a health risk to patients and can even be fatal in some cases. Studies have found that it doesn’t matter what type of nails (fake/acrylic/natural/etc) you have they all carry increased amount of bacteria.
That said it’s always important to remember finger hygiene. Wash your hands well and make sure you get under your nails to prevent harmful bacterial growth.
Get a nail brush and be sure to scrub under those nails!
Also yes I know it’s obvious to many of you big things means more bacteria, this is just to inform people to be more hygienic and to wash your nails carefully because you’re carrying around more bacteria than you realize.
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