Coconut beach tanning salon

Does anyone have a spray tanning place that they love that is located in Reisterstown/Owings Mills/Pikesville? I'm looking for a person or salon that does airbrush spray tan with color mixing/undertone adjustments as I'm white as a ghost and spray tans can be tricky for me.
I've found a few places that seem promising but they are all either down in Baltimore City or just regular tanning places that offer booth tanning, which isn't what I'm looking for. I've looked into Two Bronzed Babes which looks like a great option but their prices are steep because they are mobile only.

Hey Aaryn,
Good morning ☺️ just putting this here for h to see when you begin your daily Reddit run. Last night Liv, your mail lady, was on live for hours bashing you, talking about how u made her run you around to your tanning salon appointment( about your kratum use, how RUDE and disguting you and your mom were to her. How you only paid her $350 for your toes and hands even though she told you she doesn’t do feet, she talked about how u kept forcing her to go live with you while she did your nails and she felt very uncomfortable with that, she talked about how u were pretending to hit on her to make your ex girlfriend jealous, she talked about what you did to EJ and how u sent him disgusting, vile voice notes, she talked about how EJ wanted to surprise h and i were ungrateful because u wanted the surprise to come for Cory and NOT EJ, she talked about the voice notes u sent her and almost came close to telling the live what u texted her, she talked about how NASTY your mom was to her and how you and your mom BOTH have God complexes, she talked about how she had to tell u Jax could not come to the appointment with you because it was in her terms and conditions that she does not allow kids at her appointments, she talked about how u could not sit still throughout the whole appointment and she also talked about the okra you made for her.
THENNNNN…..
The minute someone told her that people from Reddit were watching and recording her and that you would probably doxx her the minute u caught wind of it she completely changed everything she said about you. You’re a “phenomenal mom,” you “just need some love,” “you have a kind heart and are just misunderstood,” you “just need someone in your life to tell you the truth” and the list goes on.
Anyone else that was on the live feel free to add anything else that two faced weirdo said 😏

I've been lurking this sub since I found out I was pregnant. Long story short, IUD baby.. husband pressured to birth baby even when I sobbed for an abortion.. gave in to exterior pressure from family and friends that "I would fall in love once it was here" FUCK NO. And fuck every person who blamed hormones for my feelings. Anyways I was 27, had already graduated college, lived abroad a few different times, fresh into my new logistics career and I loved my husband. I was always a generally happy person, bubbly and excited about living every morning. I lost everything after having a baby.. it started with my body, then my friends, then my autonomy, then my sleep, then my happiness and with that I lost my marriage, my sanity and my will to live. I never wanted to be a mom. I always thought babies were extremely boring, toddlers were dirty and annoying and I never experienced any type of baby fever. I wake up every morning hearing him cry and all I can do is grit my teeth, here we go again. Endless cycle of crying, feeding, bathing, changing until it's bedtime and I'm to drained to eat anything after eating half a banana the whole day. I used to spend my god damn days smoking weed and tanning my hot body on different costa rican beaches and now I'm a depressed overweight shell of my old self that cries everyday wishing she could crawl back to her old life. My advice to anybody on the fence or currently pregnant, just don't do it. Stay child less and enjoy your life please.

The day seemed like it would be ordinary until the aeronautical community’s most sought after document showed up on my doorstep.
It came wrapped in brown kraft paper tied off with twine, and the exterior packaging had no return address nor any indication of a postage stamp. It was as though it had been simply bundled up and dropped into my wall-mounted mailbox by a random passerby.
No part of me was willing to surrender the strange parcel without opening it first. Regardless of who its contents truly belonged to, my eyes would be the first to see it. I removed the twine and then dug a thumb under a fold in the packaging paper before clawing it away to expose a brown tan notebook circa 1900. It was full grain buffalo leather with a crisscross of cord for the spine and a thick hand cut string keeping it sealed shut.
When I undid the string, the pages that had been gripped tight by the leather fanned out gently then returned to their original position, my eyes landing on the front page. It was without a printer’s mark and read in big handwritten type: “THE DIARY AND RECORD OF HENRY H. HELGELAND.”
I knew in that instant the package was in the hands of who it was rightfully sent out for. Not just because I’d recently lost my job as an associate at our city’s art museum but because of a separate, much deeper connection to the diary’s author.
Perhaps it’s in my best interests to turn it over to the National Archives, or the US Arctic Research Commission, or maybe even the U.S. Capitol Visitor Center, but at the risk of seeing it blue-penciled to death, I’ve elected to instead share it here and now.
The world needs to know what happened.
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Henry H. Helgeland — my great grandfather — was a severe looking man with a walrus mustache and a bone to pick with anyone who ever doubted him. He was born in Oakland, California in 1871 and was, by all available accounts relayed to me, well-behaved and well-liked. His father worked a lucrative job in the shipping industry, transporting timber between San Francisco and the Central Valley. Two years into Henry’s life, his mother would contract a fatal case of diphtheria and die shortly thereafter; when he was old enough to understand what had happened, Henry “yearn[ed] fervently for a reunion to mend [his] great anguish and sorrow.”
Near the turn of the 20th century, Henry attended Stanford University’s Department of Mechanical Engineering, where he learned everything from thermodynamics to machine design. But it was a lecture about polar transportation that would ultimately kindle his interest in a separate enterprise: arctic exploration. Indeed, the race to the North Pole was well underway, with naval officers, geologists, and aeronauts around the globe vying for the chance to make history. My great grandfather, like many of his peers, propounded the theory that he, and he alone, would be the first to reach the Great White North.
In 1895, Henry graduated with a Bachelor of Science degree in mechanical engineering and sought to expand the member list of the so called Ascension Society, a student organization he’d assembled to aid engineering graduates with materials science. Many of its constituents had engaged in research projects and experimental setups to hone their craft of mechanical systems, but in time, however, the venture would instead prove a hotspot for investors and philanthropists. Donations averaging up to $5,000 helped fund and promote the fantastic ambitions of my great grandfather. So long as the Ascension Society was gracing him with their support, he’d be the first to reach the North Pole.
In early 1898, armed with enough capital, Henry used the proceeds to purchase the materials required for the balloon.
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A notable circus at the forefront of traveling attractions in the early twentieth century was The Fielding Troupe. With its impressive lineup of talent — from fire eaters and aerialists to equestrians and strongmen — the ensemble drew crowds from nearly every town in western America during its historic run. Its wide reach would ultimately reel in many notable faces, including my great grandfather.
Prior to a performance in Oakland, the Fielding Troupe led a procession through the town around Stanford University, announcing their arrival with a parade of wagons, floats, and animals. The strategy, as it were, was to drum up as much publicity and fanfare as possible. Evidently it worked, as a healthy fraction of the faculty and student body at Stanford made the trip over to Oakland in order to see the troupe in action.
Surrounding their arena with two hundred feet of heavy duty tent canvas, the troupe put on a show for the ages the night Henry was in attendance, with extravagant acrobatics, trained animal performances, and a special appearance from Curtis the Clown. Following a skillful display of juggling and good natured audience ribbing, Curtis’s master stroke was an intricate stunt involving balloons and wire flying. Firstly, he would inflate several multi-colored balloons and tie them off with string, securing them firmly in his grip. They served as a flashy distraction from the piece of flexible metal snaking out from the harness he had concealed under his equally flashy costume. Then, with a whisper of strength, a couple stagehands hoisted the balloon-carrying clown thirty feet into the air to make it appear as though he was levitating by virtue of the balloons alone. A separate performer — a marksman — showed off his sharpshooting skills with a Winchester model rifle and gunned down the balloons, exploding each one as the stagehands loosened their hold on Curtis’s harness until he was eased to the ground.
Henry watched the routine with eager delight. Seeing Curtis the Clown float above a hundred or so onlookers helped stir within him a plan. The ceiling of the Big Top Tent where Curtis had concluded his ascent represented more than the centerpiece of a traveling circus.
“Ascendancy,” Henry muttered to his wife Ruth. “This is how we get to the top of the world.”
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The spherical vessel measured sixty-five feet in diameter, with a capacity of over 200,000 cubic feet. Its construction was overseen by Henry and a couple french engineers who installed in its gondola three berths and ample ballast to keep it stable. The gondola, a carefully constructed assemblage of wicker and chestnut wood, was built as such to bar any interference to the magnetic instruments of the explorers. Keeping it shielded against severe weather conditions was a varnished silk calotte and a vaselined net composed of over four-hundred hemp cords. A bamboo pole was attached bellow the carrying ring to attach the side sails and, perhaps most notably, the balloon was fitted with hemp and cocoa nut fiber guide ropes to help steer and maintain a consistent altitude.
After two years of exhaustive construction, work on the balloon was completed in 1900. Henry named it Ascension, after the society that funded its creation.
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What follows are several selected passages lifted directly from Henry’s memorandum, transcribed by me. The first entry reads:
“At nine o'clock on the forenoon, May 5, 1900, under the auspices of the Ascension Society, we embarked from the 71st parallel on our quest of the Pole. Our great journey sets off from Point Barrow, Alaska following a grueling adventure aboard the steamer Sursum. I, Henry Helgeland, travel forth, accompanied by Charles Ringvold, esteemed navigator, and Edward Meyer, long celebrated physician, into the arctic wilderness. Together, our efforts will generate a most formidable team and an unwavering spirit. We will ascend.”
Indeed, the SS Sursum disembarked from a port in San Francisco in mid May of that year; it offered easy access to the Pacific Ocean and sailed through the Bering Strait, covering over 3,000 nautical miles before reaching Point Barrow on July 2.
When the balloon took off, carried by a fierce north east wind, it was to a thunderous applause from those that had come to bear witness to the bold endeavor. Among them were crew members of the SS Sursum, high ranking associates of the Ascension Society, and carpenters tasked with helping the balloon reach its initial phase of liftoff.
As it elevated to 300 hundred feet and passed around an onlooking whaler, Henry was reported to have shouted: “To the top of the world, hurrah!”
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36 hours would elapse before a second entry was made.
“July 4, 1900, Lat. 77° 48' N, Long. 143° 4' W. We are soaring at a height of 600 feet above the Earth's surface, traveling at a speed of approximately seven kilometers per hour. Our morale remains similarly aloft. Charles relayed to me that, God willing, we anticipate reaching the pole in roughly 800 miles. Beyond the drag ropes lending their ballast to our journey, optimism is our guiding force. We will ascend.”
Turbulent air currents had a different plan in mind, however.
“July 5, 1900, Lat. 80° 8' N, Long. 138° 37' W. Alas! Our aerial journey came to an abrupt halt yestereve on the 80th parallel. We voyaged as many as 500 miles before a forceful downdraft spun our vehicle on its vertical axle and compelled it into a sharp descent; we had lost what we estimate to be just over 100 cubic feet of gas.
“Edward suffered severe injuries during the initial impact and claims his vertebrae have been shattered, leaving him immobile. We’re at the mercy of the floe on which we now rest, at the mercy of the Polar Sea. Should we face the specter of death, we shall meet it with unwavering honor. We will ascend.”
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“July 6, 1900. We find ourselves solitary in the barren expanse, accompanied only by bergs, ice-fields, and majestic glaciers. Our rations encompass a container’s worth of hardtack, enough salted beef for approximately one week, canned stew, dried apricots, some chocolate bars, and seven bottles of ale.
“Edward’s outlook remains grim; he suspects he’ll never walk again. In witness of his current state, I’m beginning to share in such apprehensions. Edward, whom we have reposed on on of our sledges, fears that the opportunity to make known the great love he holds for his mistress Rebecca is one he’ll never be granted. ‘You shall be reunited at once,’ I assured him. ‘Our journey to triumph will not be thwarted by minor inconveniences.’
“We’ve plotted the course to our next destination: that being Herschel Island, located off the coast of Canada in the Beaufort Sea. Charles — who shares in Edward’s dismay — estimates a three month footslog spanning just under one thousand miles is in store for us, perhaps more given Edward’s ailment. I am determined to see this mission to its completion, yet survival remains a paramount desire. Who’s to recount our extraordinary journey should we fail?
“While establishing our encampment and scouting the local flora of the area for additional sources of sustenance, I happened upon a plant of an unknown species. Half a meter tall, bulbous tubers, and thin roots terminating in clusters of white flowers; intuition suggests this is a water hemlock, which precludes it from edibility. Nevertheless, I shall regard this finding as one of great fortune. A portent of divine value. We will ascend.”
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Two days later, gold prospectors off the Alaskan coast at Nome beach were in the process of emptying their sluice boxes when from the sky flew a carrier pigeon directly to their mining site. It bore a label with the inscription “Helgeland” and contained the following dispatch:
“July 7, 1900. First dog watch. Three southerly traveling carrier-pigeons were sent off at approximately 7 h. 40 p.m. Pacific Standard Time, the following among them. This is Rear Admiral Charles Ringvold of the United States Navy and the Helgeland Balloon Expedition of 1900. Our hopes of reaching the pole have been reduced to naught. Assistance urgently needed. Our destinies have hitherto been unknown, and now my fears have been actualized. GO IN TERROR OF HENRY HELGELAND. He is not who he proclaims to be. I volunteered for a man of honorable stature and venturesome drive. The man before me betrays neither.”
The remainder of the message was a hasty scrawl, decrypted only by the best in linguistics and modern codebreaking.
“UNASSISTED WE WILL PERISH HELPED WE WILL PERSEVERE PLEASE GOD HELP US HENRY WILL KILL US ALL DO NOT BELIEVE WHAT HE PROCLAIMS.”
The communication was immediately passed off to the Smithsonian Institution, where word fell within the earshot of Ascension Society proponents and additional members of the US Navy. A follow-up expedition — a rescue team led by Captain S. P. Matthews — was put together at once with the authorization of the Secretary of War.
Months later, after a congressional bill introduced to secure grant funding for arctic exploration — and thereby a rescue mission for Helgeland’s lost expedition — was successfully passed, the USS Greenwich departed from the San Francisco Naval Shipyard with a crew of thirty boatswains, medics, and deck officers among others.
What they would ultimately uncover puzzled them all.
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“July 7, 1900. The team has fractured. We are without our provisions and without the morale that has served us thusly.
“Charles and I set upon the pursuit and capture of a walrus, a most strenuous task in the Arctic Circle. Furnished with a Winchester model .40-82, the sport skews in our favor but we are in no short supply of peril. These are one ton beasts with the strength of a hundred strongmen as they stave the ice, and yet it is not them I should have feared.
“’I can’t allow you to proceed further.’ I heard the click clack racket of the Winchester as Charles chambered a round and raised the rifle, training its twenty inch barrel toward my back after I had volunteered — quite ignorantly — to take the vanguard.
“’Charles?’ I managed between clattering teeth.
“’You’re a man of bold stature. An honorable man at that. But not honorable enough to die for. And that’s it, Henry. I will not die for you.’
“’You speak out of distress, not rationality.’
“’I’m as rational as one permits when I say we won’t all make it to Canada. You can’t expect us to sledge Edward for the next month and retain our strength. Our sanities.” I could hear him gulp, ‘our lives.’
“’You’re not who you say you are.’ I realized in that moment. ‘Not even an ensign would renounce his own crew. Who are you really, Charles?’
“His credentials were a farce; a clever scheme to scrape through the expedition’s vetting process. He was no navy-man nor expert nor navigator and if you piled his life’s accomplishments on top of one another, they’d be equal to that of a cretin.
“’Doesn’t matter any more, Henry.’
“’Then why haven’t you shot me?’
“I sensed beyond his terror a hint of reluctance and felt within him the trepidation of an amateur. The man had never wielded a firearm in his life and wouldn’t start hence.
“’In Your infinite mercy, hear my prayer. In Your boundless grace, grant me Your forgiveness,’ he muttered below his breath. I could’ve believed he’d have squeezed the trigger if not for the unexpected convulsion that suddenly brought him to his knees. Befallen by the strange attack, Charles unhanded the Winchester and collapsed to the ice in the midst of a crippling seizure. And in a matter of moments, he had succumbed to death.
“With some activated charcoal or perhaps an emetic, he could have eluded such a painful demise. I stepped over to look upon his body, his pupils dilated to the size of dimes. Reviewing the immediate symptoms, intuition tells me he’s become the latest victim of hemlock poisoning, the kind of amateur mistake I’d expect from someone such as Charles. Ideal timing, if I may speak candidly.
“Hope remains alive. I will ascend.”
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Investigators with the crew of S. P. Matthews found everything except answers.
It took them all of three months to zero in on the campsite left behind by Helgeland’s expedition. Any prospect of finding the balloon itself was dropped by the wayside to preserve manpower and time.
The camp was discovered on the 79th parallel, not in any particular state of disarray but with enough evidence to suggest conflict had broken out between the members. Edward was discovered in a tent with the rest of the rations and a bullet hole stamped in the side of his head. There was no telling how long he’d been dead for.
Forty-five meters away from the camp, buried under a stalagmitic gathering of ice and snow, was the body of Charles Ringvold. A followup inquiry would prove my great grandfather’s claims that he was a fraud, but like Charles himself, the truth is buried deep under the surface. Edward and Charles are commemorated for their failed — albeit honorable — efforts in the face of great opposition.
The body of my great grandfather, however, was never found. Theories thus abound in the saga of Henry H. Helgeland and we are no more the wiser now than we were a century ago. He is remembered for murdering his men in cold blood, deserting them, and then yielding to the elements somewhere in the frozen hell of the arctic. The carrier-pigeon message sent by Charles corroborated the apparent facts.
But I know the truth. Because only I have the answers.
“July 8, 1900. All that remains is me, for everyone else has vanished. Edward and I regaled each other with stories of our mistresses as night fell upon our place in the arctic wasteland. Rebecca, Edward’s beloved, works as an expert seamstress in San Francisco and will no doubt be devastated when news of his fate reaches her. But the great memories they shared together, I assured him, will serve her well in the years to come.
“‘You shall be reunited at once,’ I whispered to him once more before executing the dying man with the Winchester. It is my turn to face whatever awaits me on the ice.
“My great anguish and sorrow have been mended.
“Ruth is calling to me now. Our son promptly requires our presence.
“I shall go to them."
The fruitless search for my great grandfather peaked at last with the unearthing of a path of footprints snaking away from the tent where Edward’s body lay. Investigators followed them for approximately ten meters before they abruptly ceased. Captain Matthews is quoted as saying: “it was as though the walker had simply floated away.”
And indeed, it was our family that won in the end, for my great grandfather received exactly what he wanted. The final, undated entry of his diary is comprised of but three simple words:
“I have ascended.”

Resulta que hace dos semanas me deje con la que era mi nvia, ella me dijo que me terminaba, porque las segun ella las cosas eran iguales. Ella tuvo un casi algo antes que fuéramos algo, ese casi algo nunca la dejo en paz, que incluso cuando vio que yo la estaba enamorando y todo eso, me conto todo lo que el habia hecho con ella( tanto cosas intimas como cosas normales, eso me dejo vuelto mrda, pero no le di importancia y segui con mi vida, porque se que era para que yo cogiera celos, hubo un dia que ellos se besaron ( el frecuentaba ir a su casa todo los dias ) sin embargo yo a ella no podia reclamarle porque todavia no eramos nada, resulta que yo si le dije y ella al ver que el no era capaz de guardar eso, pues le dejo de hablar. (Ellos durante 6 meses si hablaban pero eran cosas escolares ya que estan en el mismo salon) Resulta que hace dos semanas ella me terminó, yo quede tan mal, porque se supone que todo estaba bien, hace una semana los vi juntos, a su ex casi algo y a el estaban sentados y el me ve y empieza acercarse a tener contacto físico con ella, pero ella se separaba, en pocas palabras el lo hizo con el fin de que me diera celos, ella en sus redes sociales a tenido un comportamiento algo como si le gustara alguien mas, que incluso yo le eh preguntado si en realidad me dejo porque le gusta alguien mas, pero ella me dice que no, que no le gusta alguien mas. Ayer ambos subieron una historia a Facebook, cada uno subio una foto con canciones algo realistas y con los mismos emojis, a lo que yo hoy le pregunté si es que en verdad tenía algo con el, ella me nego y dijo que no, diciendo que fue un error etc.. Yo a ella le creo, pero es que sus acciones no van con lo que sus palabras dicen. Yo tengo conocimiento en informática y redes, asi que con algo de astucia logre obtener la cuenta de Facebook del ex casi algo y tengo la oportunidad de entrar y llevarme la verdad de que ellos si estan juntos y ella me dejo por estar con el, o de que me vaya con el sentimiento de culpa, al no haber creido en su palabra. ¿Que hago?

Have some time to finally write a trip review for Maui and the Big Island of Hawaii for my honeymoon in December 2022 for two weeks. Mid December and left for home on Christmas Day. This was our first time redeeming cc points for anything, so lots of trial and error and lessons learned.
My wife and I had gotten married in October and were actually not planning going on honeymoon until Spring 2023 until we researched further and managed to make December 2022 work in our favor. We started planning and booking reservations TWO months before our trip. We are very fortunate to have done it in that time span and managed to make almost everything work out.
IAD - DTW - SEA - OGG on Delta, First Class One way.

• First time using a lounge ever was at DTW. We had access to the Sky Club there. Pretty good food here, very roomy. No time to lounge in Seattle
  
• only I used points for this one way flight. Transferred 95,000 Amex points to Delta. Wife paid $958 before tax for hers through the Amex travel portal. I think she got a steal as I had written on a note somewhere that the cash cost was $1533 through Delta directly but cannot remember if that was the increased price after purchasing the tickets or at time of purchase, otherwise it would have been 1.61 CPP.
  
• Very nice service in first class. Abundant alcohol and food was very nice as well.
  

Maui
Day 1
Got to Maui late in the night and picked up our rental car, a Chevy Equinox, with Enterprise. Used my Hilton Aspire to get 7x points.
One night at Courtyard Marriott by the airport and paid $500.
It was the best we could do with our timing.
Day 2 - 6
Breakfast and lunch was by the food trucks near Costco. Shopping nearby for supplies for our vacation.
Meals (Costco food trucks):

• Mo 'Ono Hawaii acai bowls
• Da Nani Pirates fish tacos
• fresh coconut water

5 nights at the Grand Wailea - 440,000 HH points
Left to check into our resort the Grand Wailea in Wailea. Both the wife and I are Hilton Diamond members. Mine through the Hilton Aspire and she has status through actual stays. We booked these nights through her account and using all Hilton points. Each reward night was 110,000 points and we got the 5th night free. So 440,000 points total.
This resort was huge and immaculate. Words can describe how nice this place is and the customer service is SUPERB. Literally, the best we have ever experienced. You only have to see and experience it for yourself. My wife and I still talk weekly about the Grand Wailea.
We booked the Terrace View - 1 King Bed as the Standard Night Reward and upon arrival we were upgraded to the Deluxe Ocean View - 1 King Bed in the Molokini wing. Breathtaking views! Avg cash price so this room type is around ~$988 before taxes, fees so it comes to 0.89 CPP (if not including taxes, fees in the total). All meals, incidentals, shopping, and experiences were put onto my Hilton Aspire. Daily food and beverage credit was $25 each for the two of us and used usually at their divine but pricey breakfast buffet. No resort fees charged for booking with points which saved us hundreds of dollars. We immensely enjoyed ourselves at this resort and the lush, manicured surrounding area.
Meals:

• Lineage Maui. A favorite in the Wailea area
  
• Morimoto - Maui. Getting the sticky ribs is a must. As well as the ishi yaki buri bop. The guy won Iron Chef because of that, apparently
  
• Wolfgang Puck's Spago at the Four Seasons. Got the best seat in the house here. Get the "Poke" cones and Hawaiian snapper
  
• Mama's Fish House. Literally the hardest restaurant to get on Maui. Must reserve 4-6 months in advance. I called two months before our trip and managed to get a table for the two of us for late lunch. We arrived and we got the best seat in the house overlooking the water! Shout out to Mike for his superb service.
  
• Lahaina Grill. Another favorite for tourists and locals
  

Experiences: renting a cabana at the Grand Wailea pool, spa day at the Four Seasons with outdoor hale beachside, Wailea Beach, hiking Twin Falls, Baby Beach, Haleakala National Park
Day 7 - 8
Two nights at the Hotel Wailea, Relais & Chateaux using Amex FHR.
Paid total ~$3400 for the One bedroom, Luxury Suite, Ocean View. Unfortunately, no upgrade upon checking in. Hotel was sold out. Daily breakfast in the form of $30 credit per person and $100 food/bev credit given through the FHR. This stay triggered the $200 FHR credit for my wife's Amex Plat
Quiet, small resort, adults only. We enjoyed our stay here and loved our room. Bed was harder than what we were use to and it was far from the beach. Otherwise we loved the restaurant and the ability to "get away". One of the top hotels in Maui and all of Hawaii. Price tag to boot.
Meals:

• The Restaurant at Hotel Wailea. Another great dinner watching the sunset
  
• Leoda's Pie Shop. Any pie is great, get the banana cream though. Lines out the door
  
• Merriman's Maui. Another top-notch restaurant with hard to get reservations. One of my personal favorites the whole trip. Another sunset dinner favorite
  

Experiences: cabana and pool day at Hotel Wailea, spa day at Montage Kapalua Bay. Outdoor hale with hot tub.
Big Island of Hawaii
Day 9 OGG - KOA (Big Island) round trip booked with Hawaiian Airlines. $106 for each of us before baggage fees. Booked direct using wife's Amex Plat.
Arrived to the Big Island and rented a Toyota Prius though Budget. Paid using Hilton Aspire.
Day 9 - 15
We booked the Hilton Waikoloa Village using all Hilton points, 6 nights in total with one night free. 350,000 pts in total used, 70,000 each night. Initially the standard room redemption was for the Palace Tower Resort View - 1 King Bed and was going for ~$540 a night before taxes/fees so CPP was 0.77. We realized even before our trip that the Palace Tower and old, needed a refresh, and was terribly far from the beach and the parking lot. We asked for an upgrade when we checked in and was given the option to move to the Makai Tower - Ocean View 1 King Bed for an additional $75 per night. We promptly took this offer. This room runs ~$694 per night before taxes/fees and if I subtract the $75 per night, I calculate this to be 0.88 CPP. The Makai tower was much better, our room overlooked the ocean and part of the resort. Frankly, Palace looked like dogshit. Daily F&B credit was $18 for each person. Incidentals again went onto my Hilton Aspire.
Towards the end of our stay, we stayed at the DoubleTree Hilo using 50,000 pts. Room rate was $308 before taxes/fess. CPP was 0.61. This was on the other side of the island and very far from Hilton Waikoloa so we decided to stay overnight there after hiking Volcanoes NP instead of driving to the west side in the middle of the night.
Meals:

• Brown's Beach House - at the Fairmont Orchid
  
• Kilauea Lodge
  
• Merriman's - Big Island
  

Experiences: Kauna'oa Beach, Mauna Kea sunset and stargazing (this is a must!!), Captain Cook monument snorkeling, Pu'uhonua o Honaunau National historical park, Punalu-u Black Sand Beach, Volcanoes National Park, Akaka Falls.
Trip home: OGG - LAX - IAD. United, First Class One way.

• Used 220,000 Chase UR rewards to redeem this flight for the both of us. Cash price of each ticket was ~$1485 before taxes/fess. CPP was 1.35
• Service was fine, food in 1st class was not very memorable.
• Did not have time to get into the Centurion lounge at LAX

Overall, an EXCELLENT trip. We were amazed and thrilled to do so much in two weeks and in such short notice. Again, only two months to plan once our dates were finalized. Between my wife and I, we have the Amex Plat and Gold, Hilton Honors and Aspire, and CFU, CSP. Each card strategically used during our trip. The FHR credit triggered for my wife, and my Aspire triggered the $250 resort credit. If I had to guess, we saved ~$15,000 or more by redeeming CC points. Hope this data point helps some of you trip planning, happy to answer any questions.

Good day!
(I started this ramble as a feedback e-mail, but before finishing it found this sub-reddit where I heard the devs are active? Current game version as of writing: 1.5.4.)
A big thank you to everyone involved in developing and delivering Pickle Pete! It is easily in my top 10 most fun mobile games and I very nearly consider it a masterpiece of the genre. I've put in dozens of hours of playtime at the least.
I'll lead with critical bullet points, follow them up with elaboration and my experience, then end with praise bullet points for those that care to read it.
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Opportunities for Improvement:

1. There is no in-game method to replay the intro sequence.
2. Each playable character should have their own, even if very short, intro animation.
3. Intro animations / bestiary for enemies.
4. Add more bang for more bucks.
5. Honor those that spent gems on chests before additional rewards for cumulative openings was added.
6. No in game text tips.
7. Narrow preferable choices for mutations and equip-able active skill.
8. Weapon attachments
9. Farming the last available boss could be more rewarding.
10. "Blessings" is an awesome system, but isn't congruent with the game thematically.
11. Long animation delay on skill selection cards. Not an issue for new players.
12. Add weapon trade-in vendor.
13. Possible bug: when swapping apps and returning to Pickle Pete while playing Endless game play will continue, but pickles will refrain from dropping making points no longer acquirable until the run is terminated. Possibly intentional to reduce cheating.

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I've been playing Pickle Pete over the last few weeks and it's clearly a step above most mobile games on the market now. I had completed all main campaign levels and additional game modes just before the level twelve update. This was of course followed closely by multiple other updates which kept resetting my endless rank. ::MadNotMad:: After 3 committed attempts I've broken into the top one-hundred twice and top ten once. I did all of this without purchasing anything...yet, nearly acquiring all of the bonus blessing stats, and working up to a purple SMG for a starter weapon. I still have no legendary gear...yet.
I've loved video games since my grandparents let me load up games I can't completely recall on their MS-DOS computer. I don't always have as much time as I'd like to game, but I have been mashing buttons for nearly three decades. I believe there is some overlap between what makes a game fun and what makes a game well designed. What people find fun will vary, but I see good design as a more objective truth. Even though I'm no professional it's clear to me that Pickle Pete had/has at least a rock star or two infusing good design principles.
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1. First things first. The intro animation may have been added after I started playing for a bit. I can't recollect. In any event I skipped some of it. Sure I can and have viewed it on youtube, but it's still taking up space on my phone right? Can we get an in-game button to replay it?
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2. Speaking of intro animations.. each character should get one! Even if just a short one that plays when acquiring one. (And maybe also a replay button.) It could highlight or hint at the different bonuses that apply at the end of their roll moves.
**Mr. Peely** \- Running, slips into a back flip, beginning of slip flip face is surprised/worried, midway through flip face is determined/smug, animation becomes a blur, lands while doing a split and swinging upward with an axe cleaving an enemy in two.
**Corny McCob** \- A yellow cylinder is rapidly spinning on two squares of butter, butter drops are being flung away at various directions, the cylinder launches away, three point hero landing, camera panning up from feet reveals a maniacal cob of corn holding a pipe bomb, glancing left and right, I don't like that look in his eyes or that blinking red light.
**Willy the Wiener** \- Is that a rapidly disassembled picnic table riddled with bullet holes flying through the air? Camera pans down to a beach front while cinders and charcoal pieces are jettisoned from a barbecue grill. Willy is tanning hides with a quickness holding dual uzis. Arms and uzis are a blur until they snap into clarity between each volley.
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3. It's only fair that the enemies of the game get a little love. They're getting slaughtered out there! Something has to raise morale. Why not a little intro sequence highlighting their attack? And/or a bestiary somewhere in the menus. Descriptions with similar tone to what is found in the game Plants vs. Zombies would be fitting.
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4. I find the current monetization models most prevalent, specifically in the mobile market, shameful. If I could go back in time and kill baby Hitler - I wouldn't. I'd smoke the mofo that thought it was a good idea to make Candy Crush monstrously profitable. Just kidding. Ninety-Nine dollars is a big chunk towards the latest gen console or a kick ass graphics card. Or... a pile of in game currency that shaves off some time and possibly puts you ahead of fellow gamers... I know it's just the way of things currently, but the cliche gem crates for various prices including one for ninety-nine dollars is personally a huge annoyance. It is one of the first things I look for in a game and determines along with the obvious passion that was put into the games creation that determines whether I will spend any money within it.
Money is part of what makes life unfun for many, and now more than ever it's detracting from a core reason gaming is fun. In my opinion games should be as level as a playing field as they can be outside of 'real life'. Paying to win robs fledgling gamers of skill ceiling, feelings of accomplishment, and the bragging rights that come with leveling up without swiping a credit card.
So dump the uninspired gem boxes for money or at least throw in some extra cosmetics, alternate soundtracks, or the option for players to add their own content. Something to move the needle in the other direction and show appreciation to those who help fund access and development for those that can't. The move would ideally garner more appreciation and wind up netting more money anyway. Or I might need to see an optimismoptomitrist about adjusting the shade of my glasses.
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5. I haven't yet, but I will be spending some money on this game. It's too good not to. I'd like to at least craft a legendary starter weapon beforehand though. Just so I can say I did. It makes me wince a little inside knowing that if I had saved my marshmallows I would have spent enough gems on large chests by now to acquire a guaranteed legendary item. I opened three before the update was released that added the cumulative reward. Any chance a catch-up / credit can be implemented for all in the same boat?
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6. I must have missed the message that explains the way the uncollected pickles and the pickle jar interacts. It took me longer than I'd like to admit to figure out what the jar was all about. Could we get this and other such game tips added? Maybe incoming update teaser message as well. They could be auto-cycling fade in/out text messages in the empty space underneath the boss picture on the stage selection screen.
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7. I've read some google reviews of the game suggesting that melee weapons need adjusting. I think they're just fine. They receive strong bonuses from the viking four-set. They're best used to supplement range damage as the timing of damage between melee and low fire rate range is staggered. If you want to up the difficulty of the game, try going for full melee builds. It's like a hidden difficulty slider. An active skill equip could be added to enable the player to throw their melee weapons for a duration, turning such builds into a challenging wave clearer, but a monstrous boss killer. If nothing else throw in some Lightsab...I mean... Laser Swords.
What I find simultaneously the most easily fixed and largest flaw of the game is the narrow preferable choice in mutations and equip-able active skills. Similar to my perspective concerning melee weapons this system could be viewed as a difficulty slider. I think it would instead be more fun to modify them to make them more compelling. The damage bonus to enemies on fire would be more viable if the active skill that set the enemies on screen on fire was on a shorter cooldown. Now that I'm thinking about it though this combo may be just fine if you want to build up larger health enemies first or do more damage to bosses. The cooldown and fire duration still seem kind of dissatisfying. Maybe add hidden bonuses that increase the draw rate of things like the fire mace while either or both are equipped.
The knock back skill is more underwhelming than the fire. The most viable use I can think of for this one is securing supply crates. The cd could be shortened on the skill or turn the skill into a time warping bubble that begins with a knock back. While the bubble is active increase player attack speed and damage taken, but any enemies or projectiles entering the bubble will have drastically reduced movement speed.
Maybe more diverse enemies could then be added so that occasionally what once was an optional item is near mandatory for a time. Urging players to try out new builds for success while making more items feel like they've earned their place in the game.
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8. One last item modification idea. Weapon attachments! Scopes, Stocks, Barrels, Carbon Fiber Axe Handles, stuff like that to modify 'Own' weapon stats. Maybe you have to collect pieces for them from specific bosses. Late game players would have a reason to return to earlier levels and in turn see the progress they've made as they rack up way more pickles than their first time through. This would also give a bit of a push/pull mechanic to the energy system. The energy system I suspect is just there to prevent supply crate farming abuse. I've rarely run out of energy while still wanting to play which I like. All attachments could be lost upon upgrading or resetting the weapon to keep the hamster wheel spinning, make the efforts toward building them more meaningful, and delay the realization of weapons full capabilities.
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9. The above change would make farming the last available boss more rewarding as well. The latest boss being the most difficult to kill and dropping the latest released weapons attachments would give successive runs more meaning.
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10. Another change that I feel should be done quickly is 86ing the blessing system. Not entirely. It is a win-win addition that makes watching nearly pointless ads more satisfying. But it just doesn't mesh with the Pickle Pete theme. Idea: 'Condiments' may not make sense for all of the characters, but thinking 'Hot Sauce' for the +25% damage boost. Visual effects for each can be added to the character to cement the system in the player's mind. "Aww crap my character isn't throwing off glitter sparks. I forgot to grab the the gold gain bonus."
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11. This change suggestion is more for experienced players that have earned their stripes. When doing long endless runs especially the animation delay after picking skill cards is slightly annoying. It's not major, but I wanna go fast! Make this delay toggleable after the player has cleared all the extra game mode levels or killed the final available boss or meeting both requirements. Let's gooooo!
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12. A change that would be good for players of all experience levels would be a weapon trader. Maybe you can set up a trade-in shop preference before level select. Should you find the merc vendor in a level you can trade one of your currently equipped weapons for an equal grade preferred weapon. Even if at an additional cost...gotta make pickles somehow.
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13. Possible bug: when swapping apps and returning to Pickle Pete while playing Endless game play will continue, but pickles will refrain from dropping making points no longer acquirable until the run is terminated. Possibly intentional to reduce cheating.
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Things that make you go 'Awesome!':

• Pickle Pete! is not another copy and paste code cash grab. ...I'm imagining a darty eyed programmer hesitantly grinning 'right' while slowly nodding. :D
• Viability of numerous gear and skill selections.
• Excellent sound design. I especially love the long battle track that only reveals itself as you progress to long lasting waves.
• Animations and weapon targeting is on point.
• UI and loading screen design.
• Creative additional game modes.
• Competitive Endless!?! This is a massive boon to replay-ability, keeps the game off the 'eh I may as well uninstall' list, and takes me back to playing Diablo 2. Yeah you beat the game, but how many people have you beaten that have beat the game? I love it. The only improvement I would consider for endless is implementation of a wave skip feature. You'll get more points faster, but only be able to skip as far as progress you've earned minus X amount. Skip too much and you might not be able to crush the wave with your relatively diminished gear. Maybe wave skip is only available once a day too.
• I'm Pickle Pete!

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• BLUSH / BRONZERS: https://imgur.com/a/wpgYiPt
• CHARLOTTE TILBURY Beautiful Skin Sun-Kissed Glow Cream Bronzer , Medium BNIB $32
• CHARLOTTE TILBURY Blush Sex on Fire BN $25 now $22
• CHANEL Blush Comete, Coral Etoile BNIB $48
• CLINIQUE Cheek Pop Trio, Warm Up. Swatched. $30
• DANESSA MYRIKS Colorfix Mattes, Latte, Swatched $8
• GLOSSIER Cloud Paint, Storm, probably 70% left. $5.
• GXVE Bronzer Contour Duo, Heat Wave. Swatched. 8.
• ILIA Liquid Blush, Before Today. 80% Left. $5
• LILAH B Bronzed Beauty, Used Twice. $20
• KOSAS Blush Duo, Velvet Melon. Used 3x $8
• KOSAS Blush Duo, 8th Muse. BNIB $10
• KULFI BEAUTY Mehndi Moment Blush, Blessed Berry BN $15
• MARC JACOBS lush and Libido used 3x. $10
• MILK Baked Bronzer, Dazed $12 BN
• PAT MCGRATH Skin Fetish Divine Blush, Nude Venus. Used Twice. $20
• PIXI Honey QUartet Quad BN $7
• PIXI On the Glow Bronze Rich Glow, New. $8.
• PIXI On the Glow Bronze Warm Glow. Swatched. $8
• SURRATT Blush La Vie En Rose $24 $20 New
• WESTMAN ATELIER Peu de Soleil. Swatched. $45

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• BITE Daycation Blush, Coconut Rum. Swatched. $10
• CHANTECAILLE Radiance Cheek Duo, Rose. New. LE. $85
• NUDESTIX Matte, Sunset Strip. Used 3x $8
• ROSE INC Solar Radiance Refill, Brilliance. New. $10
• PAT MCGRATH LABS Nude Venus Divine Blush and Glow Cheek Palette, Highlighter Swatched $30
• SURRATT Blush Tu Mai Face Rouger Used Once $20
• SURRATT Blush, Parfait, BN $25
• TATA HARPER Blush, Charmed. Used 2x. $10
• TAN LUXE The Face Illuminating Drops Light - Med $25
• LYS Blush - Kindness. Used 3x. $8

EYE MAKEUP: https://imgur.com/a/cxlVmdW

• BOBBI Brown Long Wear Eye Stick - Bone - used 2x $10
• BOBBI BROWN Dual Ended Cream Shadow Stick - Golden Pink / Taupe BN $20
• CHARLOTTE TILBURY Legendary Lashes Mini Mascara. $8
• COLOURPOP Zodiac Shadow, Libra, Swatched. $10
• KULFI Shadow - Bronze Brocade BN $15
• HOURGLASS Curator Invidividual Shadow: LUX. New. $20 $10
• HOURGLASS Custom Curator Palette 5 pan with 3 swatched shadows as shown $30
• KULFI Zari Eyes Eye Shadow Bronze Brocade BN $12
• NUDESTIX Rustic Grotto Mini New. $5
• PERSEPHONE Shadows - FREE JUST PAY SHIPPING
• PAT MCGRATH Eye Dolls - Rose Venus - $20
• RARE BEAUTY Discovery Palette BN $16
• URBAN DECAY Primer Potion, Eden, Swatched $10

EYE MAKEUP ALBUM 2 https://imgur.com/a/a08o8cC

• BOBBI BROWN Long Wear Gel Eyeliner Chocolate Shimmer Swatched $15
• BOBBI BROWN Dual Ended Long Wear Shadow Stick Bronze Pink / Espresso BN $15
• CHANEL Les Beiges Warm Glow. BNIB $50
• CHANEL Les 4 Ombres Spices BNIB $45
• FENTY Mascara BNIB $10
• NUDESTIX Rustic Grotto. Used Twice. $5
• GLOSSIER Play Eyeliner, Disaster Class, BNIB $25
• Lilah B, B Stunning Quad. Used 3x. $25
• NATASHA DENONA Yucca Palette. BNIB. $48
• OLAPLEX LashBond Serum. BN $35
• RMS Eyelight, Sunlight, BN $15

EYE MAKEUP ALBUM 3: https://imgur.com/a/vPqDB9Y

• FENTY True Neutrals Palette, missing light shade, other shades used 3x $5
• HOURGLASS Curator Invidividual Shadow: ACT. New. $20 $10
• RARE BEAUTY Brow Harmony Duo. Taupe. $10
• GLOSSIER Boy Brow. Blonde. Used 5x. $5
• GLOSSIER Lid Star, Cub. Used 3x. $8-----------------------------------------------------------------------

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• CHARLOTTE TILBURY Nudegasm, Swatched $95
• DIOR Face and Body Foundation, 1W, 90%+ Left. $20
• FENTY Pro Filter Soft Matte Foundation Shade 175 BNIB $2
• HUDA Concealer , Vanilla Swirl BN $15
• LAWLESS Perfecting Setting Powder, Light, BN but a scratch (came like this) $25
• KOSAS Cloud Set Powder, Comfy (has box, not shown), swatched. $20
• MILK Cheek Stick, Werk, Swatched $8
• OLE HENRIKSEN Banana Bright Stick, Banana $10
• PAT MCGRATH Concealer Shade 5. Used 5x. $10
• PAT MCGRATH Concealer Shade 6 BNIB $17
• RARE Beauty Always an Optimist Powder, Deep, New. $5
• RITUAL DE FILLE Highlighter, Solar Flare, Used Twice $12
• SURRATT Perfectioniste Corrector Palette Shade 6. New. $3
• PURLISSE BB Concealer, Fair BNIB $10
• SEPHORA Best Skin Ever concealer Swatched 17.5N $5
• TOWER 28 SOS Spray Used 3x $10
• YENSA Super Serum Silk Foundation Fair 3 BNIB 15
• YSL NEU Bare Tint Mini. Shade 5. $5

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• BOBBI BROWN Skin Full Cover Concealer, Warm Ivory. Swatched. $10
• BY TERRY Brightening CC Serum Apricot, New. $35
• BITE Changemaker Foundation. L15. Swatched. $7
• COVERFX Concealer, Shade G1. Maybe 50% left? FREE
• CHARLOTTE TILBURY Flawless Filter Shade 2 Swatched $25
• ESTEE LAUDER Double Wear 1N1 ivory nude BNIB $25
• FENTY Matchstix Mini. Sinamon. Used 3x. $5
• GLOWISH Bright Light Concealer Fair Light Swatched $10
• IT COSMETICS Bye Bye Undereye. Light Golden. Light Use. $8
• KULFI Concealer, Rose Rush. New. $15
• MAKEUP FOREVER Mist and Fix BN $20
• MILK Future Fluid Concealer 3N. Swatched. $15 $10
• OLE HENRIKSEN Banana Bright Stick Pumpkin BN $15
• PATMCGRATH Skin Fetish Concealer L6 BNIB $17
• PAT MCGRATH Skin Fetish Under Eye Powder Light $15
• PIXI mind your own glow palette. $5
• REM BEAUTY Sweetner Concealer. Fair 6n. Swatched. $10
• 0REM BEAUTY Sweetner Concealer Light 2n. Swatched. $10
• SURRATT Concealer Shade 3 Swatched. $28
• SURRATT Surreal Skin Foundation Wand Shade 4. Used Once. $35

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• ANASTASIA Pro Pencil Shade 1. Used 3x. $10
• BOBBI BROWN Skin Long-Wear W-026 Warm Ivory. BNIB. $20
• ESTEE LAUDER Futurist Hydra Rescue 1W1 Bone. Swatched. $15
• PETER THOMAS ROTH Instant Firm Primer 30ml New $25
• RARE BEAUTY Positive Light Tinted Moisturizer 20W swatched $18 $15
• GIVENCHY Prism Libre Matte W245 Used 4x, pump is finicky but works fine $20
• GUCCI Luminous Matte 5ml Mini. Shade 220W. $8
• GUCCI Luminous Matte Foundation 160N BNIB $45
• HOURGLASS Veil Powder FS BN. $30
• ILIA Super Serum Skin Tint Shade 4. Exp 5/24. $30
• ROSE INC Softlight Concealer LX030 Swatched $15 $10
• ROSE INC Softlight Concealer LX040 Swatched $15 $10
• ROSE INC Skin Luminious Tinted Serum 040 used 3x $25
• ROSE INC Sunscreen Mini. 5.
• SHISEIDO Synchro Skin Radiant Lifting Foundation 160 Lace. Swatched. $22
• SUPERGOOP Glow Setting Powder. BNIB $20
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• JONES ROAD Golden Shimmer Cool Gloss $10
• KAJA Balmy Bento 01. $10
• RMS BEAUTY Flirtation of Color Lip Palette New $20

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• CHARLOTTE TILBURY Collagen Lip Bath BNIB Refresh Rose. $20
• GXVE Mini Lipstick, Original. $5
• GXVE Lightweight Longwear Matte Lipstick, Tomboy. BN $10
• MILK Lipstick, CREAM. Light use. FREE
• RARE Beauty Lip Liner, Fun, Used once. $9

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• CHARLOTTE TILBURY Eye Blender Brush $10
• NECESSAIRE The Body Cream BN $20 (heavy)
• PAT MCGRATH Concealer Brush. New. $15
• SEPHORA PRO #45 brush $10
• SURRATT Sculpting Brush, new. $65 now $55
• SURRATT Artistique Foundation Brush, New. $60 now $50
• SURRATT Artistique Concealer Brush Grande New $35 now $30
• ST TROPEZ Luxe Tan Tonic Drops $25
• ST TROPEZ Luxe Body Serum $20 (heavy)

HAIR ALBUM 2: https://imgur.com/a/XOUqehv

• AMIKA Water Sign Hydrating Hair Oil $17 $15
• DAE Monsoon Moisture Shampoo $10 heavy
• GISOU Honey Infused Hair Mask 75ml BN $15
• VEGAMOUR Hydr-8 Deep Moisture Repair Mask BN $30 heavy
• VEGAMOUR GRO Serum BN $35

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• DIPTYQUE Dancing Ovals LE Roses Candle. NEW $100
• DIPTYQUE Kyoto EDT - Sprayed 3x. LE. $250
• DIPTYQUE Do Son Eau de Parfum 100ml - 95% left $150
• DIPTYQUE Do Son EDT 3.4 oz LE blue Bottle. $110
• HENRY ROSE Queens and Monsters. BN. $75
• NEST Grapefruit Mini Candle $5

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-SKINCARE ALBUM 1 https://imgur.com/a/UT4JTZE*AVENE

• Cleanance SPF 50 (bought in France) New exp 2025 $20
• CAUDALIE Premier Cru Serum BN $60
• CLARINS Total Eye Lift New. $40
• DRUNK ELEPHANT Protini Cream BN $40
• DR ZENOVIA Benzoyl Peroxide 5%. New. $5
• FARMACY Waterless Vitamin C used 2x $10
• FRESH Black Tea Advanced Age Renewal Cream BN $40
• HYLAMIDE Pore Flush 95%+ Left $10
• OLE HENRIKSEN Strength Trainer Cream BN $20
• PIXI Nutri Eye BN $10
• PEACE OUT Repairing Moisturizer BN $15
• PETER THOMAS ROTH Max Vitamin D Fense SPF 50 BN $20
• SUPERGOOP Glow Setting Powder BN $20
• WISHFUL Yo Glow BN $15
• YENSA pink Lotus peptide cream. New. $10

SKINCARE ALBUM 2 https://imgur.com/a/doHPaep

• DRUNK ELEPHANT Baby Facial Used once $30
• DRUNK ELEPHANT Protini Powerpeptide Serum 5ml $8
• FRESH Kombucha Facial Essence BN full sz $50 (heavy)
• ISLE OF PARADISE Mini Self Tanning Drops FREE (1 each)
• LANEIGE Retinol Firming Cream BN $25 $20
• NEOGEN Cranberry Foam Cleanser $10
• DR ZENOVIA Advanced Retinol Night Repair $20 $15
• REN Limited Edition AHA Tonic. Used Once. $10
• THE OUTSET Caffeine Micro Polish BN $20
• SUNDAY RILEY CEO BN $45
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SKINCARE ALBUM 3: https://imgur.com/a/ATUTAKv

• KATE SOMMERVILLE Hydrat Kate Recharging Serum BN $35
• KIEHLS Ultra Facial Cream SPF 30 BN $10
• KLAIRS Freshly Juiced Vitamin Drop BN $10 exp 1/2025
• KOPARI Face shield spf 30 BN $15
• PEACE OUT Dark Spots Serum BN $15
• THE INKEY LIST Succinic Acid Treatment BN $5
• STRIVECTIN Multi Action Super C Retinol, 75% left $15
• SUNDAY RILEY B Nice $40
• TATA HARPER Regenerating Cleanser Mini 15ml $8
• YOUTH TO THE PEOPLE Superberry Dream mask BN $30 $25 (heavy)
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SKINCARE ALBUM 5 https://imgur.com/a/T1Xt9AT

• CHANTECAILLE Eau de Rose 90% left. $30
• DR DENNIS GROSS Vitamin C BN $55
• FRESH Black Tea Overnight Mask 30ml. New. $20
• FRESH Rose Mask 1 oz. New. $12
• FRESH Black Tea Instant Perfecting Mask. 1 oz. new. $20
• INNIS FREE Green Tea Seed Cream BN. $15 (heavy)
• KORA ORGANICS Plant Stem Cell Serum $35
• MARIO BADESCU Facial Spray - $5
• MARIO BADESCU Brightening Eye Serum. $10
• PIXI Rose essence oil - FREE
• - PAULA CHOICE C5 Super Boost Cream. $20
• PAULAS CHOICE Hyaluronic Acid Booster BN $20
• PAULAS CHOICE 1% BHA Sensitive SKin. $25
• PAULAS CHOICE Healthy Glow Invisible Sunscreen Oil. 20.
• THE ORDINARY HA 60ml bottle used once. $5
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SKINCARE ALBUM 6 https://imgur.com/a/viZEcDb
ALPHA H Balancing Cleanser, NEW. $20 $10

• PAULAS CHOICE C5 Super Boost Eye Cream. $22
• BANILA Clean it Zero BN $10
• JOSIE MARAN Pineapple Enzyme Cleanser BN $15 heavy
• THE ORDINARY Salicylic Acid 60ml BN $6
• THE ORDINARY Multi Peptide HA Serum BN $15
• SUMMER FRIDAYS Midnight Ritual Retinol BN $35
• NECESSAIRE The Body Retinol BN $25 heavy
• SUPERGOOP Unseen Body Sunscreen BN $25

SKINCARE ALBUM 7 https://imgur.com/a/ZmLaI8N

• ALGENIST Liquid Collagen Gift Set - 10 day results kit $88 at sephora - BN $30 (heavy)
• BELIF Aqua Bomb 25ml LE design. $15
• CLARINS Beauty Flash Peel $20
• DR DENNIS GROSS Fill and Repair Serum $45
• DERMALOGICA Circular Hydration Serum MIni FREE $10
• PIXI Volume Infusion Sheet Mask BN FREE
• PIXI Collagen Tonic FREE (heavy)
• ST TROPEZ Self Tan Whipped Mousse and mitt, new $20
• JLO Booty Balm BN $20 heavy
• MURAD Correct and Protect SPF 45 exp 5/24 BN $28
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So, it was June 23, 1970 that marked the emergence of a new legend in Recife, the capital of Pernambuco, which would draw a lot of attention at the time and, to this day, is always remembered by local residents. On the day in question, the body of a girl was found in Beach of Pina by coconut seller Arlindo José da Silva. At the time, it was reported that the victim had his face buried in the sand and was found with his hands tied. (The killer) The case generated a huge commotion among the residents of the capital of Pernambuco and became a huge mystery. At first, Arlindo was arrested, suspected of having committed the crime, but soon after he was released. It was only six days later, on June 29, that investigations pointed to mechanic Geraldo Magno de Oliveira. The worker, in turn, confessed to the crime in a statement to the Recife police, and said that he invited the girl to spend the night with him. In addition, the mechanic said he had offered her 5 cruzeiros, but since he had no change, the girl started cursing him as a "crook" and "old fuck". Despite the confession, Geraldo said shortly afterwards that he only told that story because he was coerced and tortured by the police team. Even so, his preventive detention was decreed at the time - in prison, he was murdered even before his trial. In the records, the name of the dead girl was never mentioned, but that is not by chance, after all, no one ever knew her true identity. The main theory is that the girl was homeless. (Idk how to pin images so if y'all need just tell me)
https://g1.globo.com/pe/pernambuco/noticia/2023/06/04/documento-revela-novos-detalhes-sobre-assassinato-brutal-que-parou-o-recife-em-1970-conheca-historia-da-menina-sem-nome.ghtml (link of the news in Portuguese)

Hey fellow Beach Boys enthusiasts! Prepare to have your minds blown by the latest revelation from the musical genius, Brian Wilson. After countless hours of meticulous studio sessions and inspired melodies, Brian has uncovered a mind-boggling secret chord progression that not only captivates our ears but also miraculously heals sunburn!
In a recent interview, Brian confessed that while basking in the California sun, he stumbled upon an otherworldly combination of chords that emitted a soothing energy. He excitedly shared, "I was just strumming my guitar and suddenly the sunburn on my back started to tingle. Lo and behold, my sunburn was vanishing, note by note!"
The revelation has sent shockwaves through the Beach Boys community, with fans eagerly awaiting the release of Brian's forthcoming album titled "Sunny Serenade: Harmonies That Heal." The album promises to be a unique blend of quintessential Beach Boys harmonies, catchy surf-rock riffs, and a therapeutic twist that will revolutionize the sunburn recovery process.
Speculations about the chord progression's mystical properties have sparked a frenzy online, with fans dubbing it the "Wilson Wave." Supporters are already contemplating the possibility of using this breakthrough to alleviate various ailments, ranging from sand in shoes to seagull attacks.
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Please note that names have been changed for the sake of anonymity, as have also some events for the sake of simplicity and to help you understand the personalities.
Our city, once a humble town nestled in the embrace of the Andes Mountains, has undergone a remarkable transformation over the years. Evolving into a bustling capital and a prominent city within our country, it now stands as a symbol of progress and growth. Yet, beneath its surface of modernity and development, lies a hidden truth, a dark side that lurks in the shadows, concealed from the eyes of the uninitiated. It is a truth woven into the fabric of our city's history, whispered in tales of terror, and attributed to the elusive and enigmatic presence known as the "Twilight Menace." While outsiders may dismiss it as mere legend or the machinations of a criminal underworld, we, the locals, know better. We live in perpetual fear of this unseen terror that haunts our city.
And now, I find myself compelled to share this story with you, even as the memetic hazard surrounding the Twilight Menace threatens to erode my sense of reason. It is as if I am speaking to an inanimate object rather than a person, yet something within me tells me that you, a foreigner, possess the curiosity and open-mindedness necessary to understand and appreciate the fascinating and eerie history of our city.
Let me provide you with some much-needed context. The Twilight Menace is a term we have assigned to a group of nocturnal predators that have plagued our city for generations. They consist of ten distinct subspecies, each possessing its own unique characteristics and hunting techniques. Allow me to shed light on a few of them.
First among them are the Shadow Stalkers. These humanoid creatures boast pale or dark skin, sharp features, and unnaturally elongated limbs. Strikingly, they lack eyes, relying instead on their heightened sense of smell and acute hearing to track their unsuspecting prey. Like all members of the Twilight Menace, they are vaporized upon exposure to sunlight. Shadow Stalkers move with eerie silence within the shadows, patiently observing their targets for hours, waiting for the opportune moment to strike. It is worth noting that the largest known hunting party of Shadow Stalkers comprised a mere four members, prompting them to refrain from attacking when faced with a numerical advantage or disadvantage. The only known defense against them is to gather in groups of five or more, for it seems that their hunting instincts are deterred by such a formidable force.
Next, we encounter the Night Terrors, smaller and more agile than their Shadow Stalker counterparts. These creatures are adorned with fur as dark as the night itself, possessing razor-sharp jaws, claws, and piercing, luminescent eyes that aid their vision in the darkest of environs. What sets them apart is their uncanny ability to create illusions, disorienting their prey and rendering them vulnerable to capture. Similar to their brethren, they dissipate into nothingness upon exposure to sunlight. Unlike the Shadow Stalkers, however, the Night Terrors exhibit no hesitation in attacking their victims even when faced with a numerical disadvantage.
Another subspecies of the Twilight Menace is the Dread Fiends, hulking creatures draped in dark fur and bearing piercing yellow eyes that emit an otherworldly glow. They possess unmatched speed and move through the darkness with uncanny silence, often launching surprise attacks from behind. Their powerful jaws and claws allow them to mercilessly rend their victims apart, reveling in sadistic pleasure as they toy with their prey before finally delivering the fatal blow.
We must also contend with the Blood Mist Creatures, amorphous blobs of mist capable of shape-shifting at will. These entities often assume the form of a menacing, misty cloud, complete with glowing red eyes that flicker ominously. Their method of attack involves engulfing their prey in their ethereal mist, suffocating them while simultaneously absorbing their life-giving blood.
The ranks of the Twilight Menace also include the Silent Horrors, tall and gaunt figures reminiscent of the Shadow Stalkers. They possess long, spindly limbs and an eerie absence of facial features. Swift and soundless in their movements, they strike from the shadows, relying on their ability to induce paralyzing fear within their victims before delivering the final, fatal blow.
Another formidable adversary is the Dark Whispers, small and ghostly creatures resembling a swirling black mist adorned with gleaming green eyes. These elusive entities can effortlessly traverse through walls and floors, making them virtually impossible to evade. With their insidious whispers, they sow seeds of madness in the minds of their victims, driving them to the brink of insanity before ultimately sealing their fate.
The Graveyard Ghosts, skeletal apparitions with glowing red eyes, haunt the resting places of the deceased, emerging from the ground to assail unsuspecting victims. Their unique ability to phase through solid objects grants them an advantage in their pursuit of prey.
Among the Twilight Menace, we also encounter the Moon Howlers, creatures reminiscent of wolves with their black fur and hauntingly radiant blue eyes. These formidable hunters operate in packs, utilizing their sharp teeth and claws to bring down their chosen targets. Their haunting howls under the moonlight have a paralyzing effect, rendering their victims immobile with fear and vulnerability. The Moon Howlers are known to encircle their prey, amplifying the terror and panic experienced before delivering the final, fatal strike.
No discussion of the Twilight Menace would be complete without mentioning the Soul Snatchers, small and elusive creatures cloaked in shadows, their purple eyes glowing with an unholy light. Possessing an ethereal nature, they can effortlessly phase through walls and floors, rendering physical barriers futile. The Soul Snatchers are infamous for their ability to steal the very souls of their victims, leaving behind only empty shells of once vibrant beings.
Lastly, we have the Phantom Hunters, tall and ethereal figures that appear ghostlike, their piercing white eyes glowing with an otherworldly radiance. Often found in areas burdened by great tragedy or loss, these relentless hunters show no mercy to their prey. With the ability to pass through solid objects, they haunt their victims relentlessly, seizing control of their very essence before ultimately snuffing out their lives.
The abilities possessed by these entities may indeed instill terror and a sense of hopelessness. It may appear as though there is no conceivable way to counter their menace. However, there exists a method to confront and challenge them, albeit one that is only accessible to a chosen few. Fortunately, I am among the privileged individuals bestowed with this ability. My means of defense manifests in the form of a sword, an instrument of freezing cold capable of temporarily banishing these entities back to their home realm, known as the twilight lands.
You may wonder about the fate of those who lack the means to defend themselves. Do they inevitably succumb to the Twilight Menace? This is where the second part of the legend takes hold. We possess a protector, a human chosen from the multitude, tasked with wielding the fabled sword of Nott. Despite its connotation in certain languages, the sword stands as a potent tool bestowed upon the most loyal subject of the sun god, harnessing the very power of the sun itself. Any adversary unfortunate enough to cross paths with this radiant weapon is instantly consumed by its searing light, vanishing into oblivion. This chosen protector assumes the mantle of "Phantome."
The enigmatic Phantome remains veiled in mystery, an elusive figure who seemingly possesses the ability to be present in multiple locations simultaneously. They are the sole individuals granted permission to traverse the realm of the Twilight Menace, engaging in communication with these ethereal beings. Although no one has ever laid eyes upon Phantome, the blinding brilliance of the sword's collision with the enemy stands as a testament to their unwavering presence and devotion.
Let me introduce myself properly. My name is Sean van Delphi, and I'm no ordinary teenager. At just 15 years old, I have already faced more dangers and challenges than most adults. As a monster hunter, it's my job to protect the city from supernatural threats that lurk in the shadows. But that's not all there is to my life. When I'm not fighting monsters, I'm just a regular high school student. I attend New Lands, a private school located near my home. To get there, I ride my trusty electric bicycle - I mean, why waste energy on pedaling when I can conserve it for hunting down creatures of the night?
My house may be small, but it's my home. It was built when this area was still rural, but over time it has become a suburban haven, located just outside the bustling capital city. And believe me, when I say that what I'm about to tell you might sound unbelievable, I really mean it. But I need you to trust me, because what I'm about to share is the truth - and the truth can be stranger than fiction.
I live with the monsters I hunt.
My last name is not commonly found in this part of the world, with its European roots (until I experienced the supernatural firsthand, I was skeptical of the legends). My parents, a Dutch father and a Polish mother, chose this small Andean city as the place to start their new life together, and I was born shortly after their arrival. While I wish I could say more about them, my memories of my parents are few, but I do know that they loved me dearly and sacrificed everything for me. Their loss is one of the main reasons why I hunt monsters.
After my parents' death, I was left alone in the world. I spent at least a year wandering the city like a vagabond before stumbling upon my new family: a group of Phantom Hunters. They were searching for survivors of an explosion that had occurred in a nearby restaurant and, in my desperation, I was prepared to become possessed by a supernatural entity. Instead, they took me in and brought me to their home. I still don't understand why they were willing to take such a risk on a stranger, but I am eternally grateful for their kindness and generosity.
With the context out of the way, I’ll tell you my story and how it changed this city forever. It was a normal day, as normal as it can get in this city. I was at school, bored out of my mind, the teacher was giving a lecture about Figurative Language. I guess it was important to learn English but the way the teacher spoke about it just made me want to sleep. I yawned, then nudged my friend Mike to keep him awake. If I was going to be tormented by idioms, he was going to be tormented by metaphors and similes too. I glanced at the clock, it read 1:15 p.m.. Only 5 more minutes until recess, I thought, you just need to stay awake for 5 more minutes Sean. I then glanced at the schedule, I groaned, it was a monday, which meant we had English, recess and then English again. I wanted to kill myself, I wouldn’t be able to last those last 40 minutes. Time ticked by extremely slowly, I swear I nodded off at least 15 times before the bell rang, indicating that recess had started.
As I did every day, I headed to the nearest court, where all my friends were, to play volleyball. Today, however, the teacher denied us a ball, so we were left on our own trying to find what to do. I remember myself thinking Oh god, first English class and then this while I made my way to the parking lot, where there are 2 basketball courts. On the way, I passed through some young ones playing soccer. I figured I had nothing else to do so I took a seat at the edge of the field and watched the game unfold. I knew some of the people that were playing because my adoptive… foster brother was their age and up until some years ago he had been in the same school as me, that was until he decided to change to his old school. Oh, sorry I forgot, over the years, my family has adopted 2 other people, my brother (not related by blood) who is 12 years old, and my little sister (also not related by blood) who just turned 5 last week.
As I was saying, I had just taken a seat to admire the game when I was approached by 3 girls, they seemed the same age as my brother so I dismissed it as probably some of his friends coming to ask me “Oh, are you Jean’s older brother?”. I won’t disclose a lot of details about this conversation because I don’t really remember it that much, but I remember the start of the conversation because it was hilarious.
“Hi! Do you know she likes you?” the girl to the left, she was of average height, had a slightly tanned skin tone and wore glasses, greeted me cheerfully at the end of her dialogue she pointed to the one in the middle, a little bit taller than the first had a pale skin tone and a dark brown hair, the latter put a hand on the girl’s mouth only to recoil with an “EWWW”; they started bickering and wouldn’t calm down for at least five minutes.
“I’m sorry for my friends’ behavior,” The third girl interrupted, by far the tallest of them, standing just five or six inches shorter than me, even though I’m a good 5’9”, she had the appearance of a foreigner, I didn’t know many locals who were blonde with blue eyes, she spoke with a slightly off tone and when I looked at her in the eyes, I felt like my fight or flight instinct was kicking in, panic bells rang off inside my head, but not because I was talking to someone I liked, I didn’t, this feeling… I had only felt this feeling when my life was in imminent danger, like if I was being followed by a shadow stalker. “Name’s Zeph” It took me a moment to react, “Sean”. “Good to meet you” she said, and then proceeded to introduce her still bickering friends. “She’s Holly” she said as she pointed to the one in the middle, “and she is Sam” she pointed to the one on the left. The conversation that ensued in something I can’t recall, the only thing I remember is feeling weary all the time. There was this aura of calmness emanating from Zeph, it was so calm that it bothered me, like how a silent horror would attack its prey.
After the conversation, I left the soccer field and headed to the basketball court where Mike and the others were. I quickly told them what had happened, and Mike was ecstatic. “You’ve got yourself a girlfriend, Sean!” he said, with a huge grin on his face. “Shut up, Mike, I don’t even know if she likes me like that,” I replied, rolling my eyes. We started playing basketball, and I couldn’t stop thinking about Zeph. There was something strange about her, something that made me feel uneasy.
The bell rang, indicating that recess was over, and we headed back to class. I couldn’t focus on the lecture, my mind kept wandering back to Zeph. I decided to look her up on social media, and to my surprise, I found her profile easily. I scrolled through her pictures, trying to learn more about her. There were pictures of her at the beach, pictures of her with her friends, and even pictures of her playing guitar. I couldn’t shake off the feeling that there was something off about her, but I couldn’t put my finger on it.
The next day passed by slowly, and as soon as the bell rang, indicating that classes were over, I rushed home. I went straight to my room, turned on my computer, and started researching. I spent hours reading about different cultures, different religions, and different beliefs. I couldn’t figure out what was wrong with Zeph, but I knew that there was something.
Days passed, and I couldn’t get Zeph out of my head. I tried talking to her, but every time I did, I felt the same uneasiness that I felt the first time we talked. I decided to talk to my parents about her, but they didn’t seem to know anything about her. I tried talking to my friends, but they just laughed at me, thinking it was some sort of lame excuse to try to throw them off of bothering me with her. Then, one day out of the blue, the group of three decided that I was their perfect victim to their bickering.
As I waited for my parents to come and pick me up from school, I couldn't shake off the uneasy feeling that crept up on me. My bicycle had been totaled in an earlier fight, and I didn't feel comfortable walking, especially in the areas where darkness lingered, tempting unsuspecting victims into traps. Ignoring the ominous atmosphere, I tried to focus on something else, anything else.
"Hey!" Suddenly, I felt someone grab my arm, sending shivers down my spine. Sensitivity to touch was a part of my condition, and physical contact with others often made me feel claustrophobic. I turned to see who had grabbed me and found myself face to face with Holly. The proximity made me jump, and I knew I had to keep my guard up in case of a fight.
As I tried to compose myself, I felt something move behind me. I tried to turn around, but when I did, there was nothing there. Dread filled me, and I debated whether to draw my sword or not. In the end, I decided against it.
I turned my attention back to Holly, only to be met by Zeph, who appeared out of nowhere and scared me out of my wits. The uneasy feeling in my gut grew stronger, and I couldn't help but wonder what kind of trouble I had gotten myself into.
Out of the shadows emerged Sam, whom I hadn't noticed before. My gut feeling intensified as I looked around, trying to find a way to escape. I was trapped, backed against a tree and surrounded by a group of wild 12-year-olds.
"How are you doing?" Sam grinned, her glasses reflecting the sun, hiding her eyes. I searched for a way out and saw Holly standing arrogantly in front of me, while Zeph was on my right. As soon as I met Zeph's gaze, I expected to feel a sense of dread, but instead, I felt nothing.
“Hey, don’t be rude. Sam asked you a question,” Holly said, stepping closer to me. I could feel her breath on my face.
“I’m fine,” I managed to say, trying to keep my voice steady. “Just waiting for my parents.”
“Oh, we know,” Zeph said, stepping closer to me as well. “We just wanted to chat. You know, get to know each other better.”
I swallowed hard, feeling like a trapped animal. “I really need to go. My parents are waiting.”
“Oh, come on,” Sam said, moving closer to me too. “We’re not going to hurt you.”
But I knew better. These kids were trouble, and I had a feeling that they were up to no good. I looked around, trying to find an escape route, but I was surrounded.
Just as I was about to panic, I heard the sound of a car pulling up. Relief washed over me as I saw my parents getting out of the car. The group of kids scattered, disappearing into the shadows like they had never been there
I quickly walked towards my parents, feeling safe now that they were there. As we drove away, I couldn't help but wonder what kind of trouble those kids would get into next. And I made a mental note to avoid them at all costs in the future.
I got into the car, my dad was there, the vehicle was dark, so his shining white eyes were so easily found. “Who are those people that were talking with you” He said, his speech a mix of natural sounds and low screeches, it was the Twilight Lang, their form of speech I had learnt through the years.
“They are some weird friends” I answered him, shuddering, then added “Thanks for saving me there, you were just on time”
I don’t know if he knew something was off or he was just suspicious of something but he looked directly at me through the rearview mirror, his pale face a mix of worry and relief.
“I’m glad to be of help, as always” We didn’t speak more during the return trip, he left me to wonder what my fate would’ve been if he hadn’t shown up just then.
As we arrived home, I went straight to my room, feeling exhausted and relieved at the same time. I lay on my bed, thinking about the events that had just occurred. I knew I had to be more careful in the future and avoid getting into situations like that.
But the nagging feeling in my gut wouldn't go away. I couldn't shake off the feeling that there was more to the encounter than what I had seen. I wondered why those kids had targeted me, and what they had wanted from me.
I went to school the next day, still feeling a bit uneasy after the encounter with the group of kids. As I walked through the halls, I caught glimpses of the girls from the day before. It was strange, but I didn't feel the same sense of dread that I had before. In fact, Zeph seemed different somehow, as if her aura of calmness had suddenly disappeared, at least for me.
As the day went on, I tried to avoid them as much as possible. I didn't want to get involved with them again, especially after what had happened the day before. However, they seemed to be everywhere, like they were purposely trying to cross paths with me.
At lunchtime, I sat alone in the cafeteria, trying to eat my sandwich in peace. But soon enough, Holly and Sam appeared at my table, uninvited.
"Hey there," Holly said, smirking at me. "Mind if we join you?"
I didn't really have a choice, so I just shrugged and nodded. They sat down across from me, and I couldn't help but feel uneasy.
"So" Holly said, looking expectantly at me. She didn't say anything more so silence reigned over our table.
"So?" I asked, eager to break the muteness in the air
Holly leaned forward, a wicked glint in her eye. "We were just wondering if you've changed your mind yet. About joining our group, I mean."
I shook my head, they hadn’t asked me anything before, but I wasn’t going to join their group even if I wanted to die. "No, I haven't changed my mind. I don't think I want to be a part of your group."
Holly's smile faded, and her expression turned cold. "Well, that's too bad. We could've had some fun together."
I tried not to let her words affect me, but I couldn't help feeling a little scared. What did she mean by "fun"? And why did they seem so fixated on me?
The rest of lunch was uncomfortable, and I couldn't wait to leave the cafeteria. As I walked down the hallway, I heard footsteps behind me. I turned around and saw Zeph walking towards me.
"Hey," she said, her voice soft and hesitant. "Can we talk?"
I was surprised by her sudden change in demeanor, but I nodded anyway. We walked to an empty classroom and sat down at a desk.
"I just wanted to apologize," Zeph said, looking down at her hands. "For what happened yesterday. We didn't mean to scare you like that."
I wasn't sure if I believed her, but I appreciated the apology nonetheless. "Thanks," I said, still feeling wary.
Zeph looked up at me, her eyes searching mine. "I know Holly and Sam can be a bit intense sometimes. But they're not all bad. We just...we have our own way of having fun, you know?"
I raised an eyebrow. "What kind of fun?"
Zeph hesitated for a moment before speaking. "It's hard to explain. We just like to do things that are a little...different. Things that other people might not understand."
I couldn't help but feel a little intrigued. "Like what?"
Zeph smiled, seeming to relax a little. "Well, for example, we like to explore abandoned buildings. Or go on night hikes in the woods. Stuff like that."
I wasn't sure how to respond. On one hand, it sounded kind of exciting. On the other hand, it also sounded kind of dangerous.
Zeph must have sensed my hesitation because she quickly added, "But of course, we only do those things when it's safe. We're not stupid or anything."
I nodded, still not completely convinced. "I don't know, it just seems kind of risky."
Zeph shrugged. "It's not for everyone, I guess. But if you ever change your mind, you're always welcome to come along."
With that, our conversation ended, and we left the classroom. As I walked away, I couldn't help but think about what she had said. Maybe there was more to these girls than I had originally thought.
Oh how correct I was.

This post is about a couple of older and elderly women who vanished without a trace. I wanted to include women who disappeared without much of an explanation. When elderly people go missing, their disappearances can often be chalked up to a dementia-related event. I believe many elderly people who vanished with their cars may be in the bottom of lakes and rivers. Those who lived near wilderness may have gotten lost and died of exposure. Those who were picked up or hitchhiked could've been brought to a hospital where they were unable to communicate their true identity. The women I included went missing under more suspicious circumstances.
Mayme Hart Johnson - Disappeared June 12th, 2000 from Nashville, Tennessee.
Mayme is the first on the list and the reason I decided to do this post. On June 12th, 2000, Mayme Hart Johnson, a local historian, researcher, and teacher went missing from Nashville, Tennessee. Mayme, who was 85, lived in the 100 block of Bosley Springs Road in West Nashville with her son, Sam, in his apartment. At 6:30 am that morning, her son woke to find his mother gone. While he reported that he wasn't initially concerned because Mayme occasionally left the apartment around that time, he became alarmed when she didn't return by lunchtime. Where Mayme would go/what she would do at that time is not known. Richland Creek is close by to the apartments, but from what I've seen, it's narrow and a body would probably soon be found if it was in there, despite it being 28 miles long. Of course, there is always a chance she made it into a larger body of water that concealed her. A maintenance man from the Johnson's building told authorities that he had seen Mayme at 6:30 am the day she went missing. This was around the time Sam woke up. Whether this employee saw her outside the building, inside the building, near or on her apartment floor, or down the street is not mentioned. At the time of her disappearance Mayme was 5'5, 120 pounds, with brown eyes and gray hair, and last seen wearing pink pants and a pink blouse. Whether these were pajamas or not (possibly indicating a dementia-like episode, where she got up out of the house and left without telling her son or getting dressed) is, like many things in this case, unknown. Mayme, as I mentioned, was a historian and if you google her name you will find a few sites that show her body of work. In 1986, she published "A Treasury of Tennessee Churches". A search for Mayme was conducted in the Nashville area and extended to Huntingdon, TN, where her husband's grave was, and where she had been visiting the weekend before she vanished. There was also an aerial search of Eastern Maury County that took place in July 2000 after law enforcement came up with a theory that she could be a target of the I-65 rapist. I'm not sure where police got this idea from. The I-65/Days Inn Killer, now identified as Harry Edward Greenwell, murdered three hotel clerks (ages 21, 24, 34) in the late 1980s. He also sexually assaulted a 21 year old hotel clerk in 1990. While LE does believe he's connected to more violent crimes, I'm not sure how they link Mayme to him--if you know, please add your knowledge in the comments. After the aerial search, nothing was found linking anything to Mayme. In 2008 she was declared deceased.
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Helen Joyce Rawley - disappeared June 4th, 2003 from College Park, Maryland
Helen Joyce Rawley lived in a bungalow on the 4600 block of Knox Road in College Park, Maryland with her son. 75 year old Helen went by her middle name "Joyce" so that is how I'll refer to her. Seventy-five year old Joyce and her son, Tom, had lived together since the death of Joyce's husband of 48 years, Nelson, in 2001. Between 6:45 and 7:00 am on June 4th, 2003, Joyce was last seen by her tenant, a man who had rented a room at the Rawley home for the last eight years. Joyce was seen by him on her porch that morning as he returned home from work. Beginning the day after her husband died in February 2001, Joyce suffered two strokes four days apart. Because of the strokes, she was unable to talk and considered disabled because of her inability to communicate. In 2002, Joyce underwent chemotherapy and radiation for rectal cancer. She was on medication that made her tired and weak. She didn't go out anywhere by herself except to get the mail. Her mind remained "sound", according to her son. The day she went missing, her son returned home from his foreman job at 3:30 pm, and found the house empty with the lights off. Joyce's purse and wallet remained left behind in her bedroom, everything was in place, and there were no signs of a robbery. Police tracked Joyce's scent out the front door which she never used, and to the corner of the block. However, she went missing on a "rain-soaked" and "dreary" day and it's possible the bad weather could've washed away any more of her scent outside. Since the death of her husband who died unexpectedly in his sleep, and her two other sons who died together in a 1982 boating accident, Joyce's immediate family consisted of her remaining child Tom, who was unmarried and childless at the time of his mother's disappearance. If she had other family out of the area is unknown. She does have a beach house in Annapolis, Maryland, but had not visited there after she went missing. She was 75 when she disappeared, standing between 5'4-5'5 and 110 pounds. Due to her cancer, she wore a colostomy bag and was on several medications that she can't go long without. Fliers with Joyce's information went out, woods were searched, local bus drivers were notified and questioned if they had seen her, and hospitals had been checked. A helicopter flew over the city at night with a heat-detecting device. No sight of her was ever found. She had brown eyes and white hair and was last seen in a sweatshirt and slacks. She enjoys gardening, crossword puzzles, and reading. Police don't suspect foul play and Tom isn't considered a suspect (neither is the tenant who was the last to see her), but they aren't sure what could've happened.
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Maebell Dawson - disappeared January 3rd, 1998 from Jefferson Township, Ohio
68 year old Maebell Dawson had lived in a one bedroom apartment on the 2nd floor of the Martin Luther Manor Living Center on Liscum Drive for about a year when she went missing. Maebell was divorced, had two daughters, and had retired from a hospital housekeeping job two years prior. Maebell was close to her family, and when calls to reach her went unanswered for two days, by January 5th, her residence was checked. Nothing in the second-story apartment was missing or out of place. Her winter coat was draped over a chair, her wallet, credit cards, cash, and a check for rent dated 1/8/98 were all found in her purse on the table. Her bank account was never accessed again. There were no signs of forced entry, a struggle or robbery inside the apartment. LE does not believe Maebell was attacked from her apartment or lured from the premises, but they do believe foul play was involved. According to CharleyProject, suicide "has not been ruled out but has been deemed unlikely". In 1998, Maebell was between 5'4 - 5'6 and 180 pounds. She had brown eyes and gray hair, wore glasses, and was last seen in a tan jogging suit. She was last seen entering her apartment at 9:30 pm on January 3rd. Five and a half years after her disappearance, Maebell was declared legally dead.
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Norma Mae Maynard - disappeared February 3rd, 1979 from Boone, Iowa.
Norma Mae Maynard went missing in early February of 1979, just two weeks after the unexpected death of her husband, Carl, on January 19th. Norma and Carl had been married for three decades and Norma was deeply grieving the loss. Norma lived with her 30 year old son, and he was the last to see his mother. He stated that shortly before noon on February 2nd, he found a note from his 61 year old mother that stated she was on her way to Los Angeles, not to look for her, and that she'd get in touch again someday. The validity of this note (if seen by LE, if handwritten analysis was performed, etc) is not known. Norma's purse and a few items of clothing were missing, but her checkbook and jewelry were left behind. There was no sign of a break-in at the house. Her husband's pension which she lived off of and her bank account with savings was not touched. Norma was a shy woman who spent most of her time at home and had a regular routine. She didn't drive and her brothers stated that she had never been more than a few miles from her hometown. Her husband's funeral bill was paid for by a check dated four days after she vanished and signed by "Mrs. Carl Maynard". According to Charley Project, "The signature appeared to match Maynard's handwriting, and her son said she had signed a blank check and left it with him to fill in and pay the bill". The validity of this is not known either. A sighting of a woman matching Norma's description was seen by a local Greyhound bus station employee. The woman was boarding a bus bound for Los Angeles. Police are not sure of the accuracy of this sighting and consider it "shaky". Norma didn't drive but she didn't normally travel by bus, and why she allegedly went to Los Angeles is unknown: she had no friends or family there. Norma's son was not considered a suspect in her case, though some members of her family believe he was involved in her disappearance. He has maintained his innocence and has since moved out of state. Norma was 5'3 tall and weight 175 pounds, with blue eyes and gray hair. If she was alive today, she'd be 105. I believe someone close to her knows what happened and made up the story about her leaving for California. My second theory would be suicide, and she made up the California story so her family wouldn't worry.
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Yu Chin Goodson - disappeared March 25th, 2005 from Russellville, Franklin County, Alabama.
Yu Chin Goodson is one of the youngest on my list, and at 57, I wouldn't classify her as elderly, but she is an older woman with a lot of mental and physical issues, who went missing under mysterious circumstances like these other women. Yu Chin is an Asian woman suffering from paranoid schizophrenia, diabetes, and a heart problem which required daily medication. In 2005, she was living in group home for patients with mental disabilities in Russellville, Alabama. On March 25th, 2005, a witness claimed to see Yu Chin enter a small, older grey or silver car with a loud muffler. The car was headed toward the Decatur, Alabama area, which is where her son lives. Staff at the group home were informed that Yu Chin was gone, and within 15 minutes of her disappearance, the police were notified and a search for Yu Chin began. No trace of her was ever found. Her son, who lives in the Decatur area, was never contacted by his mother. There has been no mention of foul play, and authorities believe she could currently be homeless and living in shelters. At the time of this write up, she has been missing for almost twenty years and would be around 75 if still alive.
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Barbara B. Blount - disappeared May 2nd, 2008 from Holden, Louisiana
Barbara B. Blount was a 58 year old widow who lived on the same road as her children, kept in regular contact with her family and friends, and was active in her local church. It came as a surprise one morning when her nephew came over to visit her residence in rural Livingston Parish, Louisiana, and Barbara was nowhere to be found. A neighbor had just spoken to her over the phone, and Barbara had said she was cleaning out her kitchen cabinets. By the time her nephew had arrived for a visit, the front door was wide open, Barbara's phone was lying on the floor with the battery pulled out, her car was gone, and Barbara was missing. Besides for the unusual circumstances in the home, police didn't find any proof of forced entry. A few hours later in the late afternoon, the silver four door 2006 Toyota Camry Barbara owned was found a quarter of a mile from her home. It was found 25-30 yards off the main road and out of sight, hidden by trees. No trace of Barbara was discovered, baffling friends and family who described Barbara as a cautious individual who carried a gun when she went outside to milk the cows and didn't open the door to strangers. Waterways and woods were searched in attempt to find Barbara, but nothing was ever found.
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edit: ooof messed up the title.

I'm a femboy who really likes to go to beaches. But obviously, while I'm in there I get tanned, and so far, I realized that I've lost most of my original skin color, and now I'm tanned. So, do you guys rather pale femboys or tanned femboys?
(I'm not that tanned, but you can clearly see that my skin is not white at first sight)

ive been going to collins for about 7-8 years now, usually as often as i can through the summer, so... a lot.
public sex is illegal, indecent exposure is illegal, public masturbation is illegal. staring at folks, recording folks, uninvited intrusions are extremely poor form. we all know these things.
personally, i more or less accept the lesser creeps - the older single men who look a little too long, sit a little too close, or try to chat up every young lady on the beach ... youre noticed by all, expect to get the occasional snide comment in response to your poor form.. but whatever.
and actual sex acts - not everyone will agree with me on this, from ethical and/or legal standpoints, but its my contention that even sex acts are acceptable at the beach so long as you dont make it public. if a couple (whether together or strangers) wants to go off into the thick shrub and find a spot to get frisky, fuckin go for it. especially up at the "gay end." dog knows ive had a romp or two out there, but never in front of others - youd have to be out bushwacking to come upon us. or inside a tent, or when theres nobody else around and you can see folks coming long before they can figure out what youre doing. and the letter of the law supports me on this.
so all of that said, heres the problem as i see it, and what i would like to do/see done about it........
when my partner cant just relax, like really at all, for sake of all the fuckin scumbags out creeping around our blanket; when they feel intimidated, inhibited about going, or feel like they have to wear a bathing suit despite hating tan lines; when i find myself going alone half the time because they dont want to deal with the creepycrawly feelings theyre sure to experience, it becomes a real big problem for me. and im not somebody who just puts up with bullying when i observe it, and you creeps are essentially just that: fuckin bullies. you get off on making others uncomfortable. its a power thing. very similar to the psychology of r--e.
the few times ive had to take care of shit, ive been a little surprised that i always end up standing there alone and a lone voice against this bullshit. its always met with the same response - "im not doing anything," and a refusal to leave the area. im not one to draw police attention and i dont enjoy making a scene, and certainly dont want to end up being the one in the wrong/on the wrong side of the law by getting physical with some saggy assed 60 year old dude who refuses to move his chair somewhere other than facing our blanket from 15-20' away while moving his hand between his legs, but one angry dude cant get much done by himself without becoming the law-breaker himself.
so im proposing we draw some lines in that dredge sand, and have it in our minds well in advance, that when someone crosses the line and someone calls them out on it, we stand up for each other.
line crossing, to me:

• open displays of arousal ... unabashed standing with a full blown hardon, walking along the water with a full blown hardon (talking about you, douchebag from yesterday), etc
  
• openly masturbating/masturbation visible to strangers in any capacity, at least anywhere south of the "gay end" (its certainly potentially highly inappropriate up there too, but that is the area where lines blur a lot more)
  
• single dudes setting up uncomfortably close to folks who arent solo cis males when theres plenty of room and prime real estate elsewhere
  
• covert recording of anyone, ever, at all, for any reason. its poor form to be taking pics or vids with nonconsenting folks in perspective, if not illegal. but when you do it in an obviously directed way i dont give a fuck if its illegal or not - i might just be sending your phone about 50m offshore. good luck getting it back. think im just tough talking? try me.
  

fuckin tired of this shit, gents. i never even realized how bad it truly is, being someone who always respectfully keeps his eyes out of others' business, but since my current partner has pointed out the dudes that creep on her, jesus christ man - i see it almost constantly when we go. she stopped wanting to go to the north end because were cis male and female and it made her feel like we were intruding, i reckon - but now she pretty much refuses to go anywhere but the north end.
where i get creeped on mercilessly instead. 🤣
in summary, i just want us all to be thinking and talking about the conduct thats just a hard "no" on the beach, cement these lines in our minds, and at LEAST be willing to back each other up when something needs to be said, if not be willing to take the initiative. and i understand not everyone is interested in taking initiative, but i think all decent folk are morally obligated to at least aid in the resistance of offensive behavior.

do we have here in this sub any of the "regulars" from the volleyball area? you particularly well-tanned folks that are there every weekend and have been for decades? i would love to get yalls perspective on on this, because even though ive been going for quite some time myself an have considered myself a regular for a while now, i dont subconsciously classify myself as any kind of collins guardian of conduct decency, and the times when ive wanted to say/do "something" and havent are when some regular creep - like the short, fat, old, long haired, deeply tanned solo man who likes to masturbate everywhere from his chair to whilst standing thigh-deep in the river facing everyone - is barely hiding his dick-stroking, and not a goddamn body much closer to the misdeed seems to have a problem with it. are you guys just so numb to it that it isnt worth calling it out, or h'wat? im not calling anyone out with this question, just straight up wondering.
anyway.. i reckon thems my thoughts. all others welcome, to include opposing viewpoints.