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I don't live in the area but I will be visiting DC/baltimore this weekend for a wedding. I wanted to know if I went to some of the schools that I am planning to apply to, on a Sunday, would I end up just staring outside of buildings? I can't on monday because I am leaving early morning.

Hi, All.
We're looking for someone to spend, like 2-3 hours a couple of days a week to expose our kids (4 & 5yo) to Korean.
We're flexibile. We're currently thinking something like: arrive 5pm-ish (4-ish? 6-ish?), speak/read/write with the kids a bit before dinner, have dinner together (we feed you!), spend a little time after dinner, leave 7-ish (8-ish?). Again, we're flexible
If you're interested in more hours, there's more we could do, like we'd be interested in someone who could watch the kids 1 night a week. Another idea is to pick up the kids from school.
We're flexible on everything. Only thing is you need to speak Korean. We live in SF.
DM me if you're interested.

Hi, I am a 36 year old male located on the Peninsula and I would really like to find someone who just wants to laze around and cuddle. I have missed that feeling of being close to someone, even if it's just cuddling for a couple hours. My ideal situation would be someone that just wants to binge watch shows/movies/listen to music, really anything while we cuddle. We could make it a day thing, order food, enjoy one another's company or we could just meet up for a couple hours, cuddle and go about our days. It's totally up to how comfy we feel with another. My ideal person would be super laid back, definitely have a sense of humor, and someone who just wants that human touch. Other than that, I don't really have a preference. I like all types and think that bigger women make the best cuddlers. Physically I am 5'9, brown hair, hazel eyes, stocky build, average looks, chubby, black glasses and I can get along with most anyone. Well if this sounds like something you'd be interested in feel free to message me for a pic or with any questions you may have. I am an open book ready to answer anything. Well hope to hear back from you, good luck out there and be safe!

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See pictures at link above. We have a shower in our home that we use everyday. Recently we had a plumber fix the shower fixtures because of hard water corrosion. He noticed that the small area of drywall right underneath the shower head was bubbling a bit and damp. Damp to the point where he felt like he could push his fingers through it. I’ve noticed the bubbling before, about a year and a half ago, but assumed that was just normal for after a shower. But when he noticed the bubbling, the shower hadn’t been used for about a day. He also said that the previous shower head hadn’t been fully installed correctly, and he was worried about a leak and mold. So we had a remediation company come and check out the moisture levels. Moisture levels were high right below the shower head and in a small section of floor right on the other side of the wall where the shower head sits (and basically aligned with where the shower head is), so it’s clearly been dripping down and pooling in that small area of floor. This has probably been going on for more than 2 years (probably whenever the shower head was installed, which we don’t know). We moved in 2 years ago and the house is 20 years old. Remediation company advised to take the shower out completely and check all 3 walls (it’s one of those prefab showers), but they also said since they didn’t detect any moisture on the other 2 walls, we could just open up the wall where the shower head sits and take a look/dry it out that way (but we’d have to sign a waiver of liability if we choose this option). This second option (open the wall) is just about drying out the existing moisture and treating any mold that might be in line of sight. They said mold exists everywhere and it’s better that it’s currently dormant inside. But since we fixed the shower head, won’t it just dry out on it’s own? The plumber came back the next day for an unrelated issue and he said that the drywall underneath the shower head already felt drier than the day before. I looked at it today (about 5 days after) and it’s mostly dry, there’s one small spot that is a little damp, but my husband has been using the shower daily. If we open it up and disturb it and then don’t even treat all the mold in there, is it really worth the risk of activating the spores? I’m concerned about this because this is the bathroom connected to the bedroom my husband and I and my 5 month old daughter sleep in. I am very concerned about my daughter’s health.
Can anyone give advice on what is the best course of option?

1. Remove the prefab shower and treat everything (very expensive and even the remediation technician seemed to think that was overkill)
2. Open part of the wall and dry it out with fans and treat any mold in line of sight (in this one, the technician even suggested we didn’t need to pull up the floor that had high moisture from the leaking)
3. Do nothing and reassess in a month to see if the moisture levels go down.

Today I slept in. Me and my fiancé made breakfast while we played jazz on the record player. We danced. We ate. We went to the grocery store in our pajamas and got slushies on the way back. We watched TV while drinking them. Our dogs cuddled up next to us. We’re now at my parents house, and it is a beautiful day. It’s hot but not too hot. I put on my swimsuit under overalls and threw a hat over my unbrushed hair. We swam in the pool and I ate watermelon until my belly was bloated (and I didn’t care). Today, I feel like a child again, and not in the bad ways.

I'm 32 years old, and I'm about to marry my best friend. He's been a part of my family for the past 12 years. Unfortunately, my sister, who is 35, has never been kind to him. Things have only gotten worse since we announced our engagement.
When I told her about my wedding plans, her response was filled with annoyance. We all attended a family event together, and he was naturally included in our family photo, just like before. However, a few days later, she had the audacity to ask, "Why was he in our photo?" I simply told her that he's part of the family, to which she replied, "You're not even married yet."
A few weeks later, she starts organizing her birthday trip to Miami, which is still six months away. When I mentioned that I would be married by her birthday, she made it clear that she didn't want my fiancé to come along because she found it "awkward to have a couple on the trip." It's worth mentioning that the most affectionate we get in public is holding hands. I pointed out that we wouldn't be the only couple there, but she simply dismissed him as "annoying."
Here's what really gets under my skin: she invited my ex-boyfriend to her 32nd birthday party two years ago, so her excuse about not wanting couples on the trip is complete nonsense. I honestly can't fathom why she's behaving this way. I tried expressing how hurtful her actions are, and all she did was sarcastically ask if my therapist gave me that advice. My therapist never suggested cutting ties with her, but she did hint that it might be necessary.
I'm doing my best to maintain a relationship with my sister, but it feels like I'm the only one putting in any effort. If my husband isn't invited to her birthday celebration, I've made up my mind to skip it altogether. My dad believes that her rude behavior stems from jealousy over my impending marriage, but that's no excuse for her treatment of my fiancé.

I’m fortunate to have an office right now. I have equipment for my own small businesses that I’m considering renting out but I’d like to help out those who need it most and maybe find and link up some people with like interests and complementing needs to look out for and help each other.
I’m not sure exactly what would be wanted/ needed. Or what the arrangement would be exactly. I’m open to suggestions. Per my lease I have to be here the entire time a guest is present, basic cleanliness standards and reasonable and respectful noise rules are really the only restrictions.
I have a laser printer, laptop with Adobe suit, Cricut Maker, hat press, heat press, mini press, button maker, sewing supplies, needle point supplies, screen printing supplies, painting supplies, leather making supplies, beading supplies jewelry making supplies.
Tools including, drills, rotary tool, hand tools, circular saw, multi-tool, reciprocating saw, sander, router, etc. Some will need to be used at the park or after business hours in the parking lot.
I have and can get the extra attachments as needed to make anything the Cricut Maker 3 is capable of. I have vinyl, t-shirt making vinyl, sticker paper, laminate, color card stock, paper of different weight, etc.
I can offer some things at the clearance prices I pay for them and you can bring your own. We can also discuss your needs and to be able to put an order in together to make is cheaper at a bulk rate or such.
I’m also looking for a graphic designer to make a few graphics for me. Cannabis friendly artists please link your portfolios. You do not have to be local.
I also work in Neurofeedback and will need a new trainer soon. I’m looking to meet any nurses that may want to be on call for in home appointments. I’m looking for good heads. Those clients are a little high maintenance, think wealthy and neurodivergent. Uniform is scrubs with branded logo (I can put it on any type you like or a branded t-shirt and black joggers)
I’d also like to see how a group could shop collectively in bulk to save money and allow for higher cost things to be divided to allow a treat but at a lower price. For example use my Costco card buy the pre discussed list and then buy individually at the bulk price.
For anyone interested I’d like to find divers who can trade and sell me their scores. It’s sometimes impossible to save so much food from going to waste. I’m happy to buy/ trade direct from divers and divide as needs as well, open to ideas and suggestions. Ooo Maybe using the park grills to cook it all and serve to who shows up. We can charge a dollar to those who don’t contribute so those funds go to what wasn’t covered by diving and such. Time could be a little restrictive because of work schedules but I have kids (fiancés who live with her) who love to be at the park for hours and if anyone messages an “order” I can have a plate for them to pick up from me or someone closer to them after their shift.
I also have a gym membership that I can get guests in with. As long as you can be respectful and clean up after yourself appropriately we can meet there so you can get access to a shower and even work out. Bonus if you can motivate me to do some lifting and stretching lol I only go once or twice a week so maybe a few bucks a shower as well to make my time worth it. Let me know if that doesn’t sound fair and what does.
I’d like to meet at a park a few times before making any choices and arrangements. I’m thinking of BBQing at a park. Food on me and anything anyone would like to contribute. A chance to get to know each other in an informal way so everyone is more at ease and comfortable.
A little about me, I’m in my early 30s, grew up on a ranch in SoCal, said goodbye to my abusive parents and have been enjoying my sinful lesbian life style since/s My long term goal is to buy a ranch and set up a commune to do all of this and more to help people. Then teach those who are intreated to buy and run their own, creating a network of ranches and farms all over for houseless, vagabonds, car dwellers and travelers to take a break, make some repairs, and find some community.
I’m not the type to be fucked with. I will have no problem or second thought defending what is mine. I’m not an easy target so if you needed to read this move on to your next victim. I’m not them. The building has 24 hour security. I’m an easily well liked person. I’m friends with all and have their numbers. They will know when anyone is scheduled to be here and text and call to check in.
If you’re interested comment your ideas or intended use of space and a little about you. Please include, sex, age, job history, where you’re originally from, interests, etc. And answer the question, what are you proud of doing? There’s at least one thing even if it was brushing your teeth this morning or something from when you were a kid. I wanna hear about it. I won’t be responding to any messages. Comments only right now.
Stay safe out there 🤙🏻

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Chapter 6 - From the Ashes
Winrow, Vanstead Dukedom of Augustein, Year 991
She remembered the sounds of screaming. That day came to her in flashes of disjointed images and sensations. In one moment, there was the usual constant chill of the facility, and then in the next there was a burning heat spiraling outwards, climbing up the walls and dying the grey into red.
She remembered twisting shadows and contorted figures. Those magicians, distant and immoveable figures for so much of her life, collapsed to their knees and choked on smoke.
She remembered smaller figures writhing in the flames. A hand crushed beneath debris reaching towards her. A smoking corpse she couldn’t recognize.
She still wondered, sometimes, lying on the cot and staring up at the wooden ceiling, if it had been Tom or Ben. She would focus on the little details of the figure, laboring over the smoking limbs and the exact hunch of the shoulders. She never did know for certain.
She supposed it didn’t matter in the end.
—
Joan inhaled, tightening and loosening her grip on the tray of food she was carrying with her. Once she was done mentally preparing herself, she pushed back her shoulders, gripped the door handle, and turned it.
The door opened with a loud creak. Joan had decided to leave it unoiled on purpose; Amara never responded to knocks, so the least she could do was give a very obvious advance warning when she entered the room.
Joan plastered on a large smile, ignoring the numbness that had been growing on one side of her face, and stepped over to the figure seated on the bed. Amara didn’t even turn, her eyes fixed on the open window and the flowing curtains. It was a bright day, the towering white clouds drifting peacefully across a vast expanse of blue. The sight was particularly welcome after a week of non stop rain.
“Good morning,” Joan said in her most cheery voice. She set the tray down on a small table placed beside the cot. Slowly, Amara turned her head to stare at her. Joan swallowed.
Ever since Amara had woken up, she’d barely spoken or even acknowledged her surroundings. All her movements were dulled, as though she was wading through water, and Joan had yet to see any true reaction from her.
Even when she’d first quietly explained what had happened, that the building was gone and that there weren’t any other survivors, Amara had just listened quietly, perfectly still and unmoving. When Joan had finished speaking, all she’d said was, “Can I see the ruins?”
Joan hadn’t known how to respond to that. Part of her suspected she still hadn’t fully processed what had happened and seeing the destroyed building might provide closure, but she also had to be honest and tell Amara that she was in no condition to move. Amara hadn’t responded to that, but she would still ask, every now and then. Those were the only times she would speak without first being prompted. Besides that, she only ever answered in short, clipped sentences, never referring to Joan by name and never saying more than necessary.
When Joan had confided in Leila, the watchman had made a sympathetic noise and shaken her head. “Poor thing must be in shock,” she’d said.
It was the most obvious explanation and the one Joan had immediately jumped to as well. And yet, the longer she spent around her patient, the more she started to wonder if that initial assessment was wrong.
Despite how dulled her movements seemed and how little she spoke, Amara’s eyes never had the same look to them. Even when she stared off into the distance, there was a constant sharpness there, a hardness that seemed at odds with the rest of her behavior.
Even now, seated on the hospital cot, Amara studied her with that same uncanny perceptiveness, a gaze that always made Joan feel like she was being judged. She forced her own eyes to remain steady instead of darting away like her first instinct was. She briefly considered how absurd it was for her, a former Rose, to be intimidated by an injured patient who was probably half her age and barely old enough to no longer qualify as a “girl.”
Joan cleared her throat, the sound seeming to echo in the pervasive silence.
“How are you today?”
A silent stare was her only answer. Joan suppressed the urge to sigh, instead keeping her smile plastered on. She nodded at the tray of food and stood again.
“Well, if you need anything, I’ll be right there doing work.”
Some time after Amara had woken up, Joan had gotten some neighbors to help her move a table into the patient room so that she could keep an eye on her while working. Amara hadn’t voiced any complaints about it, and it made Joan a little less uneasy, so she’d stuck with the system.
Joan settled down in her seat, squinting down at the stack of letters. She didn’t start reading, however, until she heard the familiar clink of silverware as Amara finally ate. Her shoulders slumped in relief, and she leaned over the table and began to work, ignoring the sensation of eyes on her back as she did so.
—
“You’re healing well,” Joan commented as she carefully inspected an unwrapped wound. She was sure to move slowly and with deliberate gestures, not missing the way Amara’s eyes followed her hands whenever she checked her injuries.
As Joan moved on to the next bandage, she once again considered how lucky Amara was to have survived the explosion. Though she hadn’t seen the building collapse herself, a few of the onlookers had told her that it was sudden and violent. “What do you think happened?” one of them had asked. Joan had told him that she didn’t know. Truthfully she suspected it had been an experiment gone wrong, but she hadn’t wanted to reveal Amara’s secret. As far as the other villagers were concerned, the building was just a lone orphanage that had suffered an unfortunate accident.
“Can I see the ruins?”
Joan frowned. “Not yet,” she said slowly. “Not until all your bones are healed.”
When she looked up again, Amara had turned her head away and was staring at the sky again. Joan sighed and continued the check up.
—
A knock sounded from down the hallway. Joan set down the shirt she was patching and stood with a frown.
“I’ll be right back,” she said before rising and hurrying to the door.
When she opened it, she found not another patient, but Leila still in her watchman uniform. She blinked at the woman, eyes briefly darting over to the basket she was carrying, then back up.
“Leila, it’s good to see you. What’re you doing here?”
“I was patrolling around the area and thought I’d stop by. Here.” She raised her hand and passed the basket over. Joan took it and peered down at its contents. Inside, she found various ripe fruits, some bright flowers that Leila must’ve gotten fresh from the florist, and a small pouch that, when opened, contained an array of glinting coins. Joan’s eyes widened.
“Leila, you didn’t have to—”
“They’re from the watchmen,” the other woman interrupted. She smiled. “I told them I was stopping by and they pooled together some money to help out.”
A warm feeling rose in Joan’s chest. She swallowed, carefully closing the pouch again and setting it back inside the basket beside a bright yellow blossom. “Thank you,” she whispered. “Please tell them thank you for me.”
Leila reached out a gloved hand and patted her shoulder. “After all the times you’ve had to heal us, this is the least we could do,” she joked. She glanced behind Joan at the hallway and lowered her voice. “Speaking of which, how’s she doing?”
“She’s healing well,” Joan said. “I estimate she’ll be able to walk around within the month.”
“You really do work miracles.” Leila shook her head and stepped back. “I ought to get back on patrol. Remember, if you ever need anything, you can ask me.” With a wave, the woman turned around and walked away.
Joan watched her retreating back, shaking her head with fondness before moving to close the door. Basket carefully balanced in her hands, Joan made her way back down the hallway and to the patient room.
“I’m sorry about that, Amara,” she said as she stepped through the doorway. “Leila visited and—”
Joan’s voice cut off.
The cot where Amara usually sat was empty, the wrinkled sheets haphazardly pulled aside. Joan’s eyes darted frantically around the room, landing on her desk table, where her sewing box was overturned, its contents spilled across the table, chair, and wooden ground. Fabric strips, threads, pins, cushions of needles.
And there, a few feet away from the desk, she could just barely make out the top of a head poking out from behind the bed.
The basket fell to the floor.
“No no no—”
Joan didn’t think, immediately sprinting towards the back of the room, cursing herself for being so stupid. Am I too late?
“Amara!” Joan called, stumbling as she leapt onto the cot and peered over in dread, her heart pounding against her ribcage.
There, seated on the ground with her back supported by the bed, sat Amara. She turned her head to face her, and Joan saw that in one hand she held a gleaming pair of scissors and in the other, a thick bundle of wavy hair that lay half scattered across the ground, blown around by the wind billowing into the room.
“You’re back,” Amara observed. Her gaze was as sharp and perceptive as ever.
Joan’s eyes rapidly scanned her, but there were no new injuries to make note of. The only change was her hair, which had been cropped short so that it sat in an uneven line below her chin.
All at once, the tension bled away and Joan slumped down.
“You cut your hair,” she said weakly. Her head throbbed, and she absentmindedly rubbed at it.
“Yeah.”
Joan released a long breath and slowly straightened. She closed her eyes for a moment, calming her rapid heart rate. When she spoke, she forced her voice to remain as still and calm as possible, though she couldn’t entirely mask the slight tremor in her voice.
“Amara, the next time you want to cut your hair or—or do anything, please tell me first. Please.”
Amara stared at her, quiet for a long time. She shifted her position, and for the first time since she’d woken up, something in her eyes changed.
“Okay,” she said.
—
It was a windy day. Joan shivered and pulled her cloak closer, but she didn’t remove her gaze from the figure walking just beside her.
“Are you sure you want to do this?” Joan asked. Amara just nodded, not even turning to look her way, and Joan sighed and shook her head. She faced forward as well, eyes following the dirt path and remembering the last time she’d walked along it.
The closer they got to the ruins, the more Joan’s unease grew.
Amara had continued to heal at a rapid pace, and when she’d first started being able to walk around on her own, she constantly did so, moving with a silent, steady determination. The end result of that persistence had led them to their current situation, on the road to the ruins, Amara with only a few bandages left on her skin and walking by herself, albeit a bit slowly, and Joan, whose eyes kept darting over, watching for any reaction.
As far as she could tell, there were none. Amara moved with remarkable calm, shoulders relaxed and eyes steady.
Joan exhaled and kept walking. Ever since the scissors incident, as Joan had dubbed it in her head, Amara had started speaking more. She was still mostly quiet, but she seemed a little more engaged, more interested in her surroundings. She’d even requested Joan teach her how to read, after Joan had given her a tour of her little home and shown her the library. When Amara was sitting there quietly, listening as Joan taught her basic letters and spelling, Joan could almost tell herself that she was just an ordinary, curious young woman if not for the array of scars on her skin. Joan had tried to heal them, but form magic couldn’t alter colors, and so the marks still lingered.
That near normalcy, however, was where the doubts had begun. Initially she’d assumed Amara wanted to see the ruins to give her closure so that she could move on, but what if it had the opposite effect? Joan wasn’t a fool, she knew Amara’s behavior was in no way normal. She had to be repressing things, or perhaps the truth hadn’t really settled yet. What if seeing the ruins caused her to break down?
The longer they walked, the more the doubts grew. Joan quickly became lost in her thoughts, so much so that she didn’t immediately notice when they stopped walking
“Which way?”
Joan blinked and looked up, seeing that they’d reached a familiar fork in the road. Her heart sank and she swallowed. “Left,” she said, voice hoarse. She cleared her throat. “It… it’s just past that hill.”
Amara nodded and turned without hesitation, slowly making her way up the slight incline in a steady rhythm. Another breeze blew past them, carrying scattered tree leaves with it. Joan watched Amara reach the hill top and begin descending until she’d disappeared from view.
Joan stared at the path, limbs suddenly heavy. She tightened her grip on her cloak.
“Get it together,” she muttered. There was no reason for her to be so nervous, she told herself. It was absurd, after all the things she’d already seen throughout her life. But Amara had an uncanny ability to make her feel like a lost child again, someone completely out of her depth.
Joan waited a little longer, listening for any sounds, but there were none besides the wind and rustling flora surrounding them. And so, after a deep breath, Joan lowered her head and made her way over the hill.
When she looked up again, the ruins were in sight. She slowed her pace as she approached.
Where once a simple sturdy grey building had stood, there now lay a pile of debris. Only the bottom sections of the buildings remained standing, jutting out from the ground like broken blades. Charred, splintered wood lay strewn about the grass, and large chunks of shattered stone formed crude boulders.
Surrounding the ruins, colorful blossoms grew in bright patches. Originally someone had suggested burying the bodies—at least the ones they’d been able to recover—there. But Joan had shuddered at the thought of forcing the experiment victims to rest eternally near the broken facility, so she’d requested they move them to Winrow’s graveyard instead. Thankfully people hadn’t questioned her, though the move in the burial site hadn’t stopped people from planting flowers around the area as a memorial.
Joan’s eyes scanned the ruins, finally landing on a single figure standing just in front of the collapsed building. Slowly, Joan approached until she was a few feet away, her footsteps crunching as she stepped over debris.
Amara’s back was turned to her. She didn’t move, simply standing there staring at the destruction before her. The wind blew her now short wavy hair against her neck, and her cloak billowed. The movement caught Joan’s eye, and she caught a glimpse of Amara’s hands hanging at her sides, balled into tight fists that shook barely perceptibly.
Joan opened her mouth and closed it, not knowing what to say. Hesitant, she took another step forward.
And then, all at once, the trembling stopped. Slowly, Amara’s fingers loosened, uncurling themselves until they hung limply at her sides. She raised her head, lifting her face towards the deep blue sky. Joan saw her whole body breathe as another wind blew past them, as though she was trying to fill her lungs with as much air as possible.
A few seconds passed, and Amara’s shoulders fell as she exhaled. Her head lowered back down to eye level, and slowly, she turned around.
Strands of hair lay strewn haphazardly against her face, mussed and twisted by the wind. Her posture was perfectly relaxed and casual, not a trace of tension in sight. The scars running up her arms seemed almost to move in the shifting shadows cast by her cloak. Her sharp eyes, a bright green that gleamed in the sunlight, were piercing.
But what caught Joan’s attention the most was her smile. It was bright, unreadable, and utterly unfamiliar.
“Joan,” Amara said, voice calm. “Let’s go back.”
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Curly girl question! Do you do your makeup before or after your hair is set?
I have an engagement photo shoot coming up and I’m thinking of going curly. When I do my hair thought it has to be sopping wet, applied product, set in place then diffuse blow dried.
I’m worried that if I do my makeup first my hair is going to drip on it and mess it up- but then I’m worried if I do my hair first, the girl that does my makeup will need to pin it back off my face. The last thing I want is frizz and the front of my hair getting destroyed by touching and pinning. 😖
Thoughts? Experience?

Rewatching season two. The mansion is just so dirty. The rugs, the beat up leather couch in Mary Office, the list goes on and on. I would not have lasted a day at that place. So gross. Also, watching the playmates again, when I was younger I just thought those looks were unattainable. Now, they are just regular girls, close ups show skin that’s not so great, and hair that’s basic. The magic of the photo shoot is just that, magic. The juxtaposition with old Hef with these girls who are 19-23 is just nauseating. What a crazy time, glad it’s over LOL

I don't see my sister and her family very often so when o do I tend to splurge on them. I am child free for now and the foreseeable future. But probably not forever.
I took her family out for dinner and I said it was my treat. So it was my sister, her husband, his mom who lives with them, myself, and three kids ages 15, 12, and 10.
I took them out to a steak place on their city I always wanted to try. My 15 year old nephew looks at the menu and says he wants the tomahawk steak. I said it was three pounds of meat plus three full sides and he should probably pick something smaller.
My BIL says his kid can eat it all and I said it was my treat and that I'm trying to cheap out. It is $190 for the steak.
I said fine but if he doesn't eat it all then you have to pay for it. He agreed.
We order and the waiter tells us the tomahawk is usually shared between several people since it comes with three sharable portions of sides as well.
I ask my BIL if he is sure. He looks at the kid and smiles and says no problem.
We ordered and when the food came out the tomahawk and sides took up almost half the table.
The kid finished less than a quarter of the steak and only a little bit of the sides.
When the bill came I asked to pay for seven meals, all the drinks, and all the tip. The Tomahawk steak on a seperate bill for my BIL.
He paid with ill grace. My sister said that he used the budget that they had earmarked to take the family to see new Spiderman movie.
I felt bad but I think that he was an asshole to try and waste my money. He thinks I'm an asshole for following through and making him pay for something that mostly went to waste.
Yes they took the leftovers home.

Hello everyone! I’m currently looking for a rp partner who is semi-lit and i usually write 5-15 lines.I mainly do fandom role plays with canon characters. I mainly do mxm because I’m most comfortable with that writing style. I don’t have any triggers and I’d like fast-ish replies. I’m completely fine with smut and angst as i love building plots. I have multiple plots to use as well! I usually reply as fast as i can because i usually hate leaving people on delivered. I prefer doing cannon characters mainly because ocs tend to get quite confusing for me. On a lighter note Here’s a brief short list of the fandoms I’m in: -my hero academia -seraph of the end -free! -mystic messenger -twisted wonderland -ouran highschool host club -genshin impact -demon slayer -Jujitsu kiasen -helluva boss I could list out more fandoms if needed! If you’re interested please comment down below if you’re interest! I have multiple plots. But my main one is soulmate au: muse a and muse b are room mates. In order to find your soulmate in this universe you feel the same physical pain they do and get the same bruises,cuts ect. Muse a ends up getting hurt in some way and muse b feels it, at first they think it’s just a coincidence but then it turned out to be a re occurring thing.

Grew up on ino. Figured I’d love working there too so I applied. I prepared for a high intensity job cause I know how busy they are but that’s an understatement of what this is. I’m talking heart pounding, dripping sweat 10 minutes after clocking in, I’m talking being told to do x,y,&z while you’re literally mid a, b, &c. I’m talking don’t even have time for a sip of water or using the restroom. I’m talking the second you go to fix the DR a cust comes in and you have to go right back when you literally haven’t even wiped one table yet. And then right after that order they tell you right away again to go to the DR as if I wasn’t already doing that if you would just let me finish what I was currently doing. I could go on. I’ve had literal panic attacks before from losing my nametag&clip because they act like it’s the end of the world if you slip up. I literally feel like the Marine Corps is stricter. I can’t do this anymore I refuse to be undervalued & overworked for 19.75. I also dislike the work environment, it’s very much unprofessional judgmental high school clique-like and if you don’t kiss their ass understand their inside jokes and lingo well boohoo you’re not part of their club gtfo. There’s one girl who is so mean to me for absolutely no reason that I brought to the managers attn which he replied that they meant to handle her and now absolutely will be doing so and that multiple other people have issues with her and I am not alone. So they just pick favorites and let shit slide ? Lmao absurd & y’all should’ve been had said something to her not now after multiple complaints wtf?Yet when I was interviewing she asked what ?s I had for her I asked about the work environment and she said “it’s great we pick the bad apples out as soon as we can!” Not when yall show favoritism y’all don’t! These mandatory store meetings at the crack of dawn on my weekend off is absurd. I’m sorry but I really don’t care like that to get up at 7am to meet new hires and clap for graduates and play communication games. As a customer my orders were perfect, as an associate?! Fuck you lol! Even HR doesn’t give a fuck!😍 I called and they literally said there’s nothing we can do about it but they can let the manager. Which you’re still not helping lol right your wrongs please. Why I gotta have HR tell you the same damn thing y’all should listen to me my associate voice should matter. It’s sad that they don’t care when you’re an associate all the sudden. Which really sucks! Cause one of my favorite things about ino used to be the customer service but seeing they don’t care about their employees experience makes me sad. I order light fries and they’re nearly crunchy. I order a protein style and get bread. I order no tomato and I get tomato. I order a light fry and it’s a measly 10-15 fries put inside the burger paper wraps. I order 2x extr lett and get regular lett. Hell, i order a fry and I get FUCKING HAIR IN MY FRIES TODAY. I’m so damn over it. Y’all can find someone else to undervalue and dehumanize. The company doesn’t care about you out of 100 other employees and they’re constantly hiring so leaving won’t have an effect in the slightest. It’s absolutely always something. If it’s not one thing it’s another. Down to even crazy shit like what I’m allowed to wear when I exit/enter. Can’t even wear the hat/shirt when leaving or entering apparently. Like damn you can’t breathe at this job. Lol, literally. If it’s not one thing best believe it’s something else. Genuinely how does anyone put up with this? Does the pay at higher levels just become worth it or something? Do y’all have literally no other option?I feel bad for taking sometimes time away for my 7 trained shifts last month but I didn’t know it was gon be so hellish hopefully they’re not mad at me. HOLY FUCK update in live real time I can’t believe this I just found more hair in my burger too. Cherry on top bruh I’m out . I get the memo now that ino only cares about you if you’re a customer smh. I’ll return as a customer but I regret thinking working for them would be great. It’s been nothing of the sort. I will & I know it’s the right thing to do but I barely wanna put a 2 week notice in I never want to go back after today I’ve had it. I gotta go I am definitely not built for all this. I genuinely am curious how & why people work here or if this is an isolated experience cause ?!

(Typing on mobile sorry for any mistakes) I (23f) have a friend Sid(24f). Sid and I have been friends since middle school. Needless to say, Sid and I are very close. Sid is also friends with her ex-step-cousin Kate(29f). I loathe Kate. Kate has no sense of personal space, is generally weird, and lacks any social awareness.
Things she's done include, taking food off my plate without asking multiple times, being overly handsy with my boyfriend (sitting on his lap, playing with his hair, and grabbing his chest) and continuing to do so after being asked by him to stop multiple times, being overly handsy with me (grabbing my arms, sitting in my lap, touching my face and lower back randomly, and grabbing at my stomach) and she again continues to do this even after being asked to stop, she is always making comments about how sexy I am and about how she wants to be me, drinking from my drinks, Pouring her half drunk drinks into my glass (multiple times), and trying to steal my clothes.
Now onto the actual story, a couple of days ago Sid invited me and my BF over to her house for her boyfriend's birthday party. I told her I would head over after work but I wasn't sure how long I'd stay since I had a shift the following day. Sid said it was okay and my day went on.
The morning of the party a friend of mine who was going to the party mentioned Kate was going to be there. I didn't say anything to the friend at the time but I did text my BF to let him know she was going. My BF said he wasn't comfortable being around Kate and wasn't going to go. At the time I was still going to just drop by for a couple of minutes say happy birthday then leave.
But by the end of my shift, I decided I didn't have the mental bandwidth to deal with Kate. I texted Sid and told her I wasn't feeling good so I wasn't going to be stopping by. Sid was a little upset but understood.
My roommate who was also at the party asked why I didn't go. I told her honestly it was because of Kate. This somehow got back to Sid and Sid called me screaming about how rude I was and that she was going to announce she was engaged at the party and ask me to be a bridesmaid but I ruined it for her and hurt Kate's feelings. Sid called me a huge bitch and a complete ass for disrespecting her family and said if I didn't apologize to her and Kate I wasn't in her wedding.
My Bf and roommate think I'm in the right. But Sid is refusing to speak to me until I apologize to her and Kate. I feel like a huge asshole I love Sid but I can't stand being around Kate she creeps me out. IDK if I'm really the asshole in this situation.

My dog Leo is a Corgi/Blue Heeler mix and we've had him ever since he was a puppy. He's almost 3 years old now and my wife and I have been having a lot of issues with him recently. Whenever I descend or ascend the stairs of our home he will get extremely aggressive: growling, snarling, nipping and excessive barking. He even barks and snarls when I walk past the top of the stairs when he's at the bottom.
He only does this when my wife and I are both home. If it's just one of us he's a perfect little angel and is just as cuddly and loving as I'd ever wanted him to be. But as soon as both of us are home he starts exhibiting this behavior. We believe it's an extreme case of seperation anxiety and I genuinely don't know what to do.
At first we tried distracting him with play, where my wife would throw his toys or play tug of war with him whenever I would go upstairs but he'd quickly run over as soon as he noticed and begin barking and snarling.
Then we tried distracting him with treats, where we'd bring him away from the stairs with treats and have him lay down and only give him the treat after he settled down. But that only seemed to associate a reward for barking as whenever he starts barking and snarling now he runs over to the area we give him treats at and starts begging for treats while barking and continuing this behavior.
At this point I don't know what to do. I've tried muzzling him, holding his jaws shut, kenneling him, shouting at him, just about everything that I know won't help but I'm just so out of my league I don't know what to do. It's so stressful to have to go through this every time I try to welcome my wife home from work, grab dinner, go to work, or anything involving the downstairs. It feels almost like I'm imprisoned in the upstairs.
And I am just so angry with myself, I don't want to hurt him or scare him but it's the only thing I know how to do and I hate hurting him. I just end up going upstairs and crying in the shower and hating myself even more whenever I do and I'm trying to be better and not do that. I love him so much and I don't want to have to give him up.
At this point we're trying to get our Vet to prescribe anti-anxiety meds which they suggested he may need but it's been a struggle as they say they don't want to until he's older but I don't think there's another option.
I know I'm new here, and I know I've done a lot wrong but I genuinely don't know what to do and I only want what's best for him. He's such a little angel and I really do love him. I hope I can find some good advice here so I can try to find more constructive and helpful ways of curtailing and dealing with this behavior.

my hair used to be so nice and able to style. Now almost every time I style my hair it looks different. How can I fix this? 23M. Get a mid skin fade every 3 weeks and get quarter of an inch off the top every time. Been my hair style all my life. Hair gel and hair dryer. Really worried I cooked my hair!

So names Justin im a introvert I love video games and anime I also love hiking my depression and anxiety get to me sometimes but I try to keep a positive attitude and look towards a bright future I'm looking for a loyal and honest woman to spend my life with my age range is 23-35 I'd prefer if you lived in the USA if possible as I do want to meet up and be in person eventually I work in retail when I'm not working I'm taking a walk or playing my games but I don't have a body type I'm looking for I kinda have a dad bod myself I'm 6.2 brown hair blue eyes so send me a chat or add me on my stuff from my profile I don't know what else to say so I'll end it there hope to hear from you

I just keep going back to why don’t I just take a hit to feel better. I feel so shitty all the time. It’s probably mental stuff that the weed was treating. My therapist has been suggesting prescriptions, I was on them for my depression / anxiety for half a decade (since before I started using weed) and for my adhd for about a year, and both of them made me feel like shit. I got off them and started relying on a little weed at the end of the day instead. My grades went up and I felt like life had purpose. I had motivation to work, too. I can definitely tell my motivation to go outside and do stuff like cook for myself has gone up since stopping, but my motivation to do school shit has plummeted. I used to draw, too, and now I feel like shit when I try drawing cause it takes so long. With weed it was so much easier. I just needed to get these feelings out, if you’ve quit weed and are looking for motivation, PLEASE do not take this to heart. I am improving in some areas, and everyone’s experience is different.

I've been dating my bf for about a year and a half now and we're long distance so we rarely get to see each other let alone get intimate so we send spicy vids instead among other things one time he sent an old vid with him and one of his flings I of course got mad not even at the fact that he had the vid more so the fact he sent it to me he apologized and said he deleted the vid over a year later when we actually got to meet up he gives me a his phone to scroll through vids and photos and I see the exact same video I deleted it with saying anything but I've been mad about it for the past week I'm still with him and it's his birthday so I don't want to start an argument or even ruin the vibe it does feel intrusive to delete it but idk am I the jerk?