Hair straightening near me

/r/CaptainHair59 Go one, go all, Captain Hairs 1-58!

2015.12.30 22:26 CaptainHair59 /r/CaptainHair59 Go one, go all, Captain Hairs 1-58!

Hopefully the other CaptainHair\s will leave me alone here...

2014.11.08 20:09 14th3road The Unofficial Subreddit of The Around The NFL Podcast

A subreddit full of heroes - a place for fans of the Around The NFL Podcast to talk about our favorite podcasters, writers, guests and lunatics.

2012.11.27 06:41 TANK23415 Good Guy Turtle

The Official Subreddit for the Good Guy Turtle Meme!

2023.06.08 01:30 Longjumping_Bug6315 My Conan O Brien Collection For The Public

Hey guys, for anyone who has been on DHExchange or has heard about my Conan Project in the past, this is what I just shared on that page. The link is down below for my collection! I hope you all enjoy and if there is any way you want to help, please feel free to! Peace out!

My Conan O'Brien Collection For The Public (READ DESCRIPTION FIRST)

Hey everyone, I wanted to make a post about this cause it's started circulating again which is awesome. I had made a torrent for this the other night that has sofar been getting worked on by many people to help me out with this! I have here the magnet link through a wordpad file that I saved it on so all of you can start downloading this too! I want to thank u/clayh u/bubbledress u/blue_hunt u/SkinnyV514 and everyone else who has wanted to support the seeding and contributing and such. I know we still gotta figure out whats missing. Trust me, that's gonna get worked on in the near future if it isn't already. So for that part, everyone please be patient! If you would like to contribute in any way you can, whether it be extra Conan stuff like interviews, specials, whatnot that isn't already there or if you can tell right away which Conan NBC or TBS episodes are missing that you might have, that'd be awesome! For the meantime, here is the whole collection of mine that is over 2TB. Enjoy my friends and thanks again to everyone who has helped out in one way or another with this!
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2023.06.08 01:30 whenimnsfw Unruly children and their awful parents

I was at the grocery store a bit earlier this evening to pick up some fresh vegetables for a soup I'm making. As I approached the leafy greens I notice a woman and her 4(?) children. I think it was 4, they were running around screaming and throwing green beans first on the floor, and then at me when I had to walk near them to get a bag of kale. Meanwhile, she pretty much ignored them, except to half heartedly yell stop once or twice. I was appalled. If you can't teach your children not to behave like rotten little heathens in public, maybe don't bring them out and about.
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2023.06.08 01:30 dontsmellthesoup Hand burns after soaking hand with bleach

It sounds dumb, I know. I impulsively dyed my hair last night and my hands were stained black. Tiktok showed me a remedy involving soaking ur hand in bleach and baking soda for a minute. I had a business meeting today so I was very desperate to get rid of the dye. My hands smell like rubber tires for some reason now, and there are a few red areas that sting and burn a little. Should I be okay?
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2023.06.08 01:29 c2833 Anyone else like the look of dark/grown roots rather than having bright bleached roots?

I get my roots touched up every 12 weeks usually. I’m really stuck in between. Because, when I get my roots bleached , I feel like it immediately washes my face out, and I look odd. I like myself so much better when I have grown out roots, as my natural hair colour is brown. I just feel like it compliments my face more and just looks BETTER on me. The problem is: I like to have my hair dyed pink after being bleached. If I leave my roots grown out too much, I won’t be able to get it pink again and most of my hair will be brown. Also, it would get more expensive for me to ever bleach it again. So right now, I’m stuck with feeling bad about myself for the first 3 weeks after getting my roots bleached until my roots grow a bit. I’m wondering if anyone else feels the same?
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2023.06.08 01:28 ThrowRA454654 Me (26F) and my gf (20F) have a bumpy relationship, and I'm the problem.

This is a very weird situation, and I honestly don't know what I'm expecting from this post, but I wanted to speak about it a bit and see what this could bring.
I'm an autistic woman struggling a lot with a lot of concepts and with very little relationship experience due to being non-verbal, and am in a LDR with my gf a trans woman who's also autistic living quite far away from me. These factors combined led us to have a majority of our relationship beinng though writing and virtual.
I have a lot of issues with managing my anger. I have been working on this for a very long time, but it is very hard to do so, yet I never gave up on attempting to correct this.Now, onto the issue :
My and my gf have had disagreements on a near weekly basis, sometimes, way more often than this. This can get really heated and end up in me saying quite hurtful things that are only meant to hurt her as self defense mechanism. Initially, I did not realize my guilt in this issue, blind to it, I was assuming that we simply were struggling due to both being autistic and struggling with social cues and misunderstandings leading to disagreements. In fact, we both believed that.
However, with time, I started to realize something. One of the ways I have to keep myself busy is to overstimulate my brain, so I will often cumulate a video game with a game of sudoku or a chess game against a bot and various other distractions all while listening to rslash videos, leading me to listening to the channel's videos continuously all day long, over and over and over... Which is where I realized something : In a lot of stories dealing with abuse and overal horrible people, a lot of the actions and behavioural patterns, I can list a lot of events where I myself have acted in that very same way... Often.
I've tried to talk with my gf, often times attempted to make her realize that I may be abusive towards her and be negative for her mental health and I may be heavily dragging her down, but she doesn't seems to see nor believe me. After I pointed to her what I said previously about my behaviour, she did agree that maybe there was something wrong with me, but I'm not sure how much she believes it.
Well, either ways, here's the issue : I have been trying, the best I can, to mitigate these issues and to "fix" myself as much as possible, but honestly, I feel like I am completely failing and am feeling like a massive burden to her but she refuses to agree with it. I want to do better and to be better, I know I should seek professionnal help, but I don't have the financial means to do so, so, while I was overthinking the situation in a bit of panic, I thought about what made me realize in the first place the kind of potential abuse I was making her live though and figured it would cost nothing to attempt to post here.
I have no idea what I'm expecting, really, but, if someone has some ideas on how to manage anger, or how to push me in a better direction, anything, I'll take it, because, alone, I have no idea what I'm doing.. So, what can I do to fix this ?
(Apologies if the writing of this post feels weird and bumpy, not only is English not my native language, but it's very hard to stay focused long enough to write coherent sentences, the same applies to giving examples, it is something extremely difficult for me to bring specific events to mind)
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2023.06.08 01:28 Abject-Duty-8931 [21][M4F][Twin cities area][MN,USA]

I personally wouldn’t call myself unattractive I just have a difficult time speaking to people who I am interested in. I am 5’5” skinny ish to average build with dark hair and dark eyes I wear glasses but prefer no to. I still struggle with a bit of acne which hasn’t helped with my self confidence but I know that I notice it more because of my problems with my self image.if anybody really looked at it they probably wouldn’t notice.
I personally wouldn’t call myself confident so I would prefer someone who is confident/forward and I would also like some who could teach/show me what they enjoy aswell. I’m open to most kinks and I guess you could call me adventurous.
I’m not much of a drinker but will on special occasions, If anybody is interested feel free to shoot me a dm.
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2023.06.08 01:28 Inappropriate-9977 God Bless Hart 💔😢 another case of not in her best interest

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2023.06.08 01:27 PeaceSim I attended my high school’s ten-year reunion. There’s something terribly wrong with the rest of my graduating class.

There’s a saying in my hometown: “Nobody leaves Copper Hill for good.”
For years, I’d mostly managed to defy it. In the decade that followed my graduation from Copper Hill High School, I hardly set foot in its vicinity.
Instead, I absorbed myself in my studies at an out-of-state university and, eventually, my career. I spent the little free time I had with my girlfriend, who I’d met as a sophomore in a chemistry lab, and her friends. When we eventually broke up, I lost not only her, but also what little social life I had.
It was in this state of loneliness that I found a letter from my old high school in the mail. This surprised me, as I hadn’t realized that anyone there even knew my current mailing address.
I opened the envelope to find an invitation inside. Its design was fancier than I’d expected, complete with gold-colored glitter, a royal blue background, and a finely-drawn silver border. It read, in cursive letters: Cheers for 10 Years! Zachary R. ___, Please Join Us for the CHHS Class of 2012 Official Reunion. It went on to list a start time and the school’s address.
On its back, it even contained a personalized handwritten note: I know you live far away, Zach, but it would mean so much to me if you can make the trip. Paul and I will be there, and Arthur may fly in as well. I’d love to catch up! Hope to see you soon – Vince K___, Co-Chair, CHHS Reunion Planning Committee.
Vince had been one of my best friends, once. You see, Copper Hill is one of those rare small towns where you can easily graduate from high school alongside the same friends you first made in kindergarten – in my case, my buddies Arthur, Paul, and Vince.
I’d spent most of my youth with them. The four of us were in the same scout troop, played on the same sports teams, and took mostly the same classes. On weekends – and on weeknights, when we felt like sneaking out without permission – we often stayed up late together playing video games and drinking whatever cheap beer we managed to keep hidden from our parents.
We’d meant so much to each other once. So why, since graduation, had I neglected them so badly? I couldn’t even remember the last time I’d talked to any of them.
Perhaps this reunion could serve as an opportunity for me to reignite friendships I’d let fade. At a minimum, I knew that spending time – even just one evening – with my old pals would do me a lot of good, especially considering how lonely I’d been lately. Accordingly, I resolved to attend.
By the time I reached Copper Hill, I was an hour behind schedule due to congestion caused by an accident. As I approached town, I observed amidst the fading evening light that it appeared even quieter and more deserted than I remembered. Bars that had reliably drawn decent crowds on a Friday night ranged from boarded-up to barely occupied. Meanwhile, the few other cars on the street drove lethargically at speeds far below the limit, and I spotted no pedestrians.
In my memory, the school was only a short distance from the courthouse, city hall, and post office that formed most of ‘downtown,’ but my GPS took me down a long, unfamiliar route bordered on both sides by tall cornfields. I was about to pull over and double-check the address I’d entered when, sure enough, my headlights illuminated a sign in the school’s distinct black and red colors that stated: CHHS: Home of the Patriots.
The brick building that loomed behind it was just as I remembered, from its tall, towering middle section to the two narrower wings that stretched out to the left and right. Through the rectangular windows that lined the main building, I made out indistinct, shadowy figures milling about inside.
A banner displaying Welcome – 10 Years – CHHS Reunion stretched over the stairs that led to the main entrance. Underneath it, a familiar figure scurried towards the main entrance. “Arthur,” I said to myself with a smile.
Seeing Arthur improved my mood. He was the only other member of our class to leave town after graduation, and I suspected that he might share somewhat of an outsider status with me.
It’ll be just like old times, I reassured myself as I approached the building. Strangely, though, it still didn’t feel that way.
For one, the air had a staleness to it that was difficult to describe. It felt artificial and thin such that, as I climbed the front steps, I found myself needing to breathe in more of it than usual to avoid getting winded.
Plus, the school’s location still seemed off somehow. It didn’t make any sense – it’s not like a building this large could have been relocated. But, amidst the eerily quiet surrounding countryside, everything felt more isolated and remote than I remembered it being.
I tried to stop worrying. After all, with any luck, I’d soon be laughing and reminiscing with old friends who’d be happy to see me.
Inside, balloon garlands, multicolored streamers, triangle flags, and small banners welcoming attendees decorated the main corridor. I observed tables stocked with snacks, pamphlets, and information about fundraisers.
The only noise came from the intercom, which planned an era-appropriate Calvin Harris song. Everything necessary for a reunion was there, with only one notable exception: the people.
As I approached an unmanned table marked “Check In,” I wondered where everybody had gone. Perhaps the event had moved to a different room? I was late, after all.
As I added my signature to a sign-in sheet, my eyes scanned the list of other attendees who were marked as having already arrived. I recognized many names on it.
Like Alice, who’d shared a stand with me in orchestra. Our conductor was a hard-ass, a real disciplinarian who snapped at us constantly, and Alice was one of the many students he’d driven to tears on a semi-regular basis.
I’d had this petty fantasy of comforting her after class, and then mustering the courage to ask her out. But I never did it. It was Vince, actually, who’d ended up with her.
That had always annoyed me. I’d confided in Vince about how I felt about Alice and, soon after, the two of them were together. It felt as frustrating as it sounds. But, oh well, that’s what I get for hesitating for as long as I did.
Drifting down the hallway, my eyes caught the words “Reception” displayed over double-doors that led to the gymnasium. It made sense as the main location for the event – that’s where homecoming, prom, and plenty of major sports events were held, after all.
I could hear chatter, laughter, and the loud thump of dance music just beyond the gym doors. I approached it excitedly.
But, when I stepped inside, all the noise instantly cut out, leaving me in an eerie silence. Even more perplexingly, the room before me, like the entrance corridor, was entirely devoid of people.
A party had just been here, no doubt. I spotted a makeshift bar stocked with a standard assortment of liquor, tables holding half-finished drinks and refreshments, and an area cleared for a dance floor in the room’s center, but there were no people around. Had I missed everyone again? Where had they gone?
“Hello?” I called out, to no avail, as I drifted around the room in a state of bewilderment.
As I did so, I came across the entrance to the boy’s locker room. Just a whiff of the musty, sweaty smell emanating from it unlocked long-buried memories of the time I’d spent in there.
I remembered one occasion, in particular, where Paul had gotten pissed at me. Paul was usually a pretty low-key guy, but when he lost it, he went wild. On that particular occasion, he’d been angry with me, hadn’t he? But why?
I recalled his hot breath as he got in my face and screamed at me. When I gently nudged him away, he responded by slamming a locker door into my head.
My memories from that moment forward were hazy. There was a growing pool of blood, the pain of his fist against my cheek, and the cheering of the classmates who had encircled us. They were egging us on to continue the ‘fight,’ as if my beating could be called that.
I hadn’t thought about this event in years. How could I have forgotten something like that? My mind churned in confusion. Feeling dizzy, I took a seat on a bench that appeared to be part of a crude photobooth setup as my mind continued to replay this repressed memory.
As Paul had continued to pummel me, I’d spotted Vince among the gathered crowd. I’d begged for him to intervene. But neither he, nor our strangely absent instructor, had done anything to help me. It was only when Arthur got between us that Paul had reluctantly cooled off.
It had taken weeks for those bruises to heal. Had Paul ever been punished for it, or even apologized? Surely he must have. We’d remained friends, after all.
A strange pressure around my shoulder and a sudden bright light jolted me back to the present. The flash on the camera facing the bench I was sitting on had…gone off, somehow, even with nobody around to operate it. How was that possible? Maybe it was automated to go off every so often?
It didn’t make sense, just like so much else that was happening. Where was everybody, and whose voices had I been hearing? I’d seen people from the road, and I’d even watched Arthur come inside, but, as far as I could tell, the event was deserted.
I texted Arthur asking if he’d found anyone. For all I knew, he could have changed his number in the many years that had gone by since I’d last used it, but I figured it was worth a shot. To my relief, he responded right away.
Hey man, long time no see! Paul just called me. He says everyone’s up on the third floor, in Mr. Minelli’s old room. I’m on my way there now. Meet you there soon.
I couldn’t fathom why the entire event would relocate from the area clearly designated for it to the third floor. There wasn’t much up there, after all, aside from classrooms and a few administrative officers.
Nonetheless, I resolved to head up there. Arthur was there, after all, and hopefully the rest of my friends would be as well.
Navigating off my memory of the building’s layout, I hopped up a small set of steps that connected the gym to the second floor. From there, it would just be a short walk past a few classrooms before I’d arrive at the central staircase, which would take me to my destination.
I’d never seen the school quite this gloomy before. Each footstep echoed through the halls. The classrooms were weirdly empty, too, bereft of any decorations or other signs of use.
I recognized one as my calculus classroom. I remembered how, after class had ended one day, I’d come across a group of students congregating in the hallway.
Mary, Michelle, and Abby, like so many of my classmates, had grown up with me, and I’d always gotten along with them. But that day, they were harassing a shy girl – Morgan, I think. Calling her all sorts of names – ‘slut,’ ‘whore,’ ‘bitch’. She was trying to get away from them, but they wouldn’t let her leave. Their taunting of her became a regular thing, and it often left Morgan in tears.
What ever happened to Morgan? Like most of my friends, I’d known her since I was a little kid. She was quiet, but she was perfectly nice.
Then, one day, gossip about her started to spread. The type of nasty, embellished rumors that often make their way through high schools, full of sexist undertones and double standards. Her former friends shunned her, and she’d been subjected to taunting and ridicule as she walked to class and sat alone at lunch. And, one day, she was just…gone. I’d always assumed that her family had moved away, but was that true?
Growing up, Mary, Michelle, and Abby had always been sweet girls. I’d never seen them treat another person the way they’d treated Morgan. But Copper Hill High School had a way of bringing out the worst in people. There was just something about this building, this place, that ate away at their – at our – souls.
Had I bullied Morgan, too? Maybe not, but, once her mistreatment started, it’s not like I’d made an effort to be kind to her, or ever invited her to sit with me and my friends in the cafeteria. I could have done more.
I reached the central staircase. With each step that I took up towards the third floor, a feeling of dread ran through me. I’d seen something terrible happen up here, hadn’t I?
It was Paul and Vince. Arthur had done something to offend them. It could have been the rumors spreading about his reasons for never having a girlfriend, his diminutive size, or the way he’d reacted when Paul had beaten me half to death.
Whatever the reason, Paul and Vince – without my knowledge – had decided to subject Arthur to a cruel prank. After school one day, they’d lured Arthur up to the third floor, where they’d taken hold of him and tried to wedge him into his own locker.
Now, there’s a reason this sort of thing occurs primarily on 90s sitcoms: most people simply can’t fit inside of a locker. Arthur, as short and skinny as he was, turned out to be no exception, but this only made things worse for him.
As Arthur later related to me, Paul and Vince laughed rowdily as they slammed him repeatedly into the metal frame. By the time they finally relented, Arthur had bruises all over his body.
There were other horrible acts, too. Other victims, other beatings. It dawned on me that this place had been an absolute hellhole. It’s no wonder I – and Arthur, too – had gotten as far away from it as we could at the first opportunity.
The peculiar thing was that, in the years that had passed, I’d somehow forgotten all of this until just now. Instead, my recollections of high school were all happy, all positive. Had false memories of camaraderie and friendship drawn Arthur back as well?
Finally, I reached the third level. The overhead fluorescent light fixtures flickered sporadically, revealing, in brief spurts, dilapidated lockers, litter, and layers of dust and dirt that coated the floor.
I approached Mr. Minelli’s classroom. Through the shaded hallway window, I could discern the outlines of roughly a dozen figures inside. I heard a voice, too. It was muffled and indistinct, but I could tell that the speaker was giving some kind of speech. She stopped, and a loud round of applause followed.
I reached for the door handle, unsure of what to expect. Hopefully, it would just be the people I’d driven four hours to see. But, after the events thus far, I half-expected the room to be empty. If so, I was jumping ship and going home.
To my surprise, just before I made contact with it, the door slowly opened on its own. The brightly-lit room before me was filled not with people, at least in the general understanding of the word. Rather, the still, bony forms before me resembled the kind of props a biology teacher might use to teach human anatomy.
The skeletons that stood silently throughout the room – that stood posed with drinks, that sat at desks, and that had assembled around a speaker - had to be props, right? Even though Mr. Minelli was a history teacher?
My mind searched desperately for some kind of explanation. This had to be an elaborate prank, right? Had Vince and Paul lured me, and maybe Arthur, too, out here just to freak us the fuck out? I wouldn’t put it past them – it’s precisely the kind of thing they’d do, even if the whole set-up, complete with an array of prop skeletons, was a bit extreme.
But, then, who was making all the noises I’d been hearing? Was that part of the prank, too?
Fuck it, I thought. If this was a big gag at my expense, then I’d just have to deal with the embarrassment later. I was getting out of there.
Zach,” called a strained voice in the hallway.
“If this a joke, then it’s not-”
The voice interrupted me. “Zach, help me, please!” It was Arthur’s voice, and it was coming from the hallway nearby.
He sounded like he was in serious trouble, so I hurried after him. Eventually, I found myself in a corner of the hallway – one where, if I remembered correctly, he and I used to have lockers. But, once again, I found myself alone.
I yelled out his name several times: “Arthur! Arthur!” It was no use. I appeared to be at a dead end.
That’s when the locker next to me shook. I jumped back, surprised.
It was shut, but not locked. I gripped the handle and pulled it open.
Nothing could have prepared me for what I saw inside: it was Arthur’s torso. The rest of his body was gone, and something was dragging what was left of him further away, further back into a dark abyss where the wall should have been.
Blood gurgled out of his mouth as he gasped my name one last time. He reached out a blood-covered hand. Hoping to somehow pull him out, I tried to take it, only for whatever unseen force had taken hold of him to pull him away, leaving behind a wide hole in the back of the locker. More blood gushed through it, leaking onto the hallway floor.
So glad you could make it,” said a monotone voice behind me. I whirled around to see two fleshy arms emerge from another locker across from me. The skinless figure left wet, red stains on the white surface as she got to her feet and stepped towards me. “Don’t you recognize your old crush? Surely ten years haven’t been that rough on me.”
“A-alice?” I stuttered, stepping backwards.
Lockers all around me started opening, each accompanied by a new pair of bloody, seemingly boneless arms of figures that slowly crawled outwards.
My survival instincts kicked in. I sprinted away, my legs frantically carrying me towards the main staircase. All around me, figures emerged, reaching out to me as I passed by. Through an open door, I noticed that another classroom was filled with skeletons, just as Mr. Minelli’s had been.
When I reached the main staircase, it was guarded by a tall, fleshy figure. “Don’t you want to be with us?” it asked in a familiar, deep voice that I knew to be Paul’s. “We can be complete. A full class. All of us, together again. Like old times.”
He lurched for me. Just barely, I managed to dodge him, but I lost balance in the process. Before I knew it, I was tumbling down the stairs. Pain shot through me as I collided with step after step.
Finally, I landed on a level surface. Dizzily, I climbed to my feet and did my best to ignore the soreness that spread throughout my body.
A quick glance upwards confirmed that the bloody figures – the ones that somehow resembled my old classmates – were, indeed, heading towards me.
Meanwhile, the temperature inside was rising noticeably, and the walls around me were steadily changing in color from a dull gray to a deep red.
As I scrambled down the rest of the stairs and across the main corridor on the first floor, an intense tremor ran through the building, sending me sprawling to the ground. Despite a sharp pain that spread through my ankle, I hobbled as quickly as I could to the exit.
I didn’t look back as I made my way across the parking lot to my car. I started the ignition, backed out, and headed towards the long road I’d used to get there.
In my rearview mirror, I chanced a glance back at the school. It was shaking violently, like it was being struck by an earthquake.
My car lurched in different directions as the ground underneath me also started to rumble. In an effort to avoid my car being sent off the road and into the neighboring fields, I frantically steered it to the center, between the lanes heading into and out of town.
When I looked back again, the school was, somehow, even closer to me than it had been before. How was that possible? Was it following me?
I floored the accelerator. Row after row of cornfield flew by me as I drove at the fastest speed of my life.
I was on the edge of town, close to the nearest interstate ramp, when local police pulled me over.
As the officer approached me, I stared into the rear view mirror. At the first glimpse of whatever it was that had chased after me, I’d hit the road again, law enforcement be damned. In truth, I hadn’t seen my pursuer since I’d exited the cornfield a few minutes ago, but I hardly felt safe.
“Clocked you going nearly a hundred, son,” said the officer.
I stayed silent. My baffled self was unsure of how to best handle the situation.
The officer gave me a quizzical look as he examined my ID and registration. “You’re Don and Fran’s son, aren’t you? The one who left town?”
I nodded.
“Why’d you come back?”
“There was, uh, a ten-year reunion. For my graduating class.”
He shook his head. “I doubt that.” He looked down, then at my perplexed face. “Where, exactly, was this ‘reunion’?”
“At the school,” I said. I struggled to understand his reaction. What about my story didn’t make sense? And, regardless, was I about to be booked for driving fifty miles over the speed limit? Is that something they throw you in jail for?
“Wait here,” barked the officer. He went to his car where he proceeded to have a long conversation over his radio. After a few minutes, he returned to me. “Get out of here, son. Leave, and don’t come back. Don’t do something like this again. You hear me?”
“Yeah, yeah, that’s fine,” I said, astonished.
“Then scram,” he ordered.
I obliged and began the long journey home.
~ I had no idea what to make of what occurred. I can hardly find anything at all online about Copper Hill High, or any of my classmates who went there, and I’m not exactly eager to reach out to any of them.
I can’t make much sense of what happened, but I am sure of one thing: that I barely made it out of that situation, and that I shouldn’t press my luck much further.
My ankle needs some more time to heal. Once it does, I’m going to try joining a social club and making new friends. After what happened to me in Copper Hill, I decided that the past is not a place where I need to dwell any longer.
Two weeks have passed since the reunion. Today, an envelope with no return address arrived with my mail. It contained a single photograph on glossy paper with a short note written underneath.
The photo featured me on the bench in the photo booth. Sitting to my side, with his arm over my shoulders, was Vince. He wore a blue collared shirt and looked…normal. No missing skin, no bloody imprints on the surface around him.
Paul crouched behind us, a dopey grin on his face. He, too, looked just as I’d imagined he would in his late twenties. To Paul’s right, Abby, Morgan, and Michelle posed together with their arms around each other.
It was…a perfectly ordinary image - the exact kind of photo you’d expect to be taken at an event like that.
The handwritten caption underneath read, “Although your visit was briefer than we preferred, we all had a splendid time catching up with you, Zach! Please feel free to come by anytime! Nobody truly leaves Copper Hill, after all. – Vince K___, Co-Chair, CHHS Reunion Planning Committee.
P.S., the note continued, We are delighted that Arthur has finally joined us. Maybe you will, too, at our 20th.
The writing up to this point was cursive font in traditional black ink. The last few words, however, were larger in size, messily scrawled, and colored a deep shade of red: See you then, buddy, if not sooner.
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2023.06.08 01:27 Longjumping_Bug6315 My Conan O'Brien Collection For The Public (READ DESCRIPTION FIRST)

Hey everyone, I wanted to make a post about this cause it's started circulating again which is awesome. I had made a torrent for this the other night that has sofar been getting worked on by many people to help me out with this! I have here the magnet link through a wordpad file that I saved it on so all of you can start downloading this too! I want to thank u/clayh u/bubbledress u/blue_hunt u/SkinnyV514 and everyone else who has wanted to support the seeding and contributing and such. I know we still gotta figure out whats missing. Trust me, that's gonna get worked on in the near future if it isn't already. So for that part, everyone please be patient! If you would like to contribute in any way you can, whether it be extra Conan stuff like interviews, specials, whatnot that isn't already there or if you can tell right away which Conan NBC or TBS episodes are missing that you might have, that'd be awesome! For the meantime, here is the whole collection of mine that is over 2TB. Enjoy my friends and thanks again to everyone who has helped out in one way or another with this!
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2023.06.08 01:27 SixthFall 2023 early ledger viewing 2023

Hey all, figured I’d post this since it’s very relevant. Original credit is due to millertime1216 on the drs sub.
2023 Early Leger Viewing (Post 1)
Hey all you beautiful apes! I have some really big news to share!
I apologize for keeping this so quiet up until a few days ago, but a handful of investors reached out to me a month or two ago to let me know that they were going to Grapevine to view the ledger. This ledger viewing started yesterday. If you check out my post history you can see a handful of the photos that they were kind enough to share with me. Although this post doesn’t have all the information gathered so far from the ledger, I wanted to share part of the massive amount of information that was collected with you as soon as possible.
I’m going to try and keep this short, as there is a lot of data that will be put together over the next few days that will be posted here daily. The people lucky enough to see the ledger are people that I know and trust who trust me as well. Each has given me their full name along with positions. I have documentation from each person including photos, emails, flight info, etc. All ledger viewers (like myself) are DRS and all confirmed each other’s positions.
The first thing I want to talk about is that a few days ago, I made a post about “needing some help”. I received nearly a dozen requests from people who trust me. They provided me their name and positions. I was specifically looking for accounts that were “enrolled in the plan” on the day of the ledger cutoff which was April 21st. These accounts held DRS shares and plan shares with fractionals. All accounts were verified regarding “how they showed up on the ledger”. I’m in the process of reaching back out to each person individually to verify the findings. It was verified that everyone who reached out to me had their positions recorded on the ledger correctly. Book and plan shares were separate totals.
The biggest news I wanted to share is that 3,479,326 DirectStock shares are on the ledger. In combination with those shares are another 18,517,911 book shares held by the same owners. That means that nearly 22 million shares were “enrolled in the plan” as of April 21. This is where it gets weird. As stated above, there are 2 columns on the ledger. One is titled CA1_CLASS_TOTAL (which are Class A Common shares) and the other is titled SP1_CLASS_TOTAL (which are DirectStock shares). GameStop legal confirmed these classifications.
A few interesting sneak peaks:
1. Gamestop owns 78,012 shares in an omnibus account. 2. There are a massive amount of single share holders and 4 share holders (probably 1 share pre split). 3. Cede & Co. has 2 accounts. The big one and a second one with just 16 shares 
Last but not least, there are some VERY interesting names on the ledger, BUT oddly enough there are even more VERY interesting names NOT on the ledger.
Stay tuned, and thank you everyone. Thank you for those who continue to put trust in me and thank you to the guys who took time away from their friends and families who spent their own money to get this information that benefits the whole community.
Please share this sub with all your friends and share outside of Reddit. Changing the world is what’s at stake!
I love you all! 🦍💕🦍
Edit: trying to clarify, IF 72.5M in class A column (book). 3.5M in Directstock column (plan). For record holders that had any directstock, we totaled both columns for just those record holders (DSPP account/mix of plan and book) and this totaled 22M shares. So, in other words, IF 76M is DRS’d, only 54M is pure DRS. I didn’t see the ledger, friends did. They are traveling atm.
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2023.06.08 01:26 strawberrybrownnnn I attract money so easily, but not love

I grew up with a debt sticken *lower* middle class family - but my parents tried to live like we were upper middle class, buying a house in a beautiful neighbourhood, sent me to the best schools, paid for anything they could to give me the type of life all my rich friends had. Looking back it was sad because the debt literally killed one of my parents with stress. I know that living beyond means is dangerous.
Me personally - money has always fallen into my lap somehow. As a teenager I was working babysitting jobs, and would get paid extra all the time, would always find money on the ground regularly, like hundred dollar bills. My dad always said "money burns a hole in your pocket doesnt it?". I would spend money like that quickly. These days I am smarter about money but to me it's just replaceable and therefore it comes - I always get jobs, tips at work, a new government job, I always get a huge tax return somehow, I have been able to pay off all my debt, have had the opportunity to live at home for years and save, etc.
When it comes to dating I have absolutely abysmal luck. Perfect seeming men ask me on a nice date and get my hopes up then end up ghosting for no apparent reason, guys I date end up discarding me in favour of another girl, I have been stood up, men tend to use me and not take me seriously, etc. Even my friends are shocked at how terribly I always get treated despite my best efforts. I CARE most about relationships, more than money. I wonder if wanting it so badly drives men away? I tend to fall hard but I have good social and self awareness so I don't necessarily show it.
I notice I have always had a positive mentality around money - despite growing up in a situation where my family did not have money. Conversely, my family and most people always said I am loveable and beautiful yet my attitude has always been extremely negative toward my looks. I am never happy with my appearance, I never have been, and I have always had a core belief that I will never find a boyfriend. I am nearly 30 and haven't had one.
Technically if you look at my life the money and the dating things should be reversed. Any theories or advice? I cannot seem to break the cycle of horrific luck with dating and I know it has to do with self beliefs but I am unclear on why they started, and how to change them.
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2023.06.08 01:26 daddyproblems27 Braiding question

Braiding question
My hair is waist length when stretch out. I want to do a boho vibe braids by getting knottless box braids with my own hair and just have the ends with human hair so the leave out on the end of the braid that is left unbraided. Is it possible to just braid in the human hair and it look ok and decently seamless? I can find a YouTube vidéo like this which makes me think it’s isn’t possible and I just got braids but it’s too much hair I think she used too much hair. It’s overwhelming. This is the look I’m going for with my own hair
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2023.06.08 01:26 figglefargle dog snapping at daughter

We are a family of 4 with me, my wife, 13yo daughter, 11yo daughter.
We have a 14 month old male dog.
Embark DNA test says he's:
52% lab, 20% Australian cattle dog, 12% golden ret, 5% border collie, 5% pit, 5% other
He was neutered 3 weeks ago.

We got him at 9 weeks old (craigslist). Met the mothedam who was very sweet, didn't meet the sire.
He's never been boarded, never in a shelter, etc.
We've never used aversive training, or physical punishement.
I made an effort to socialize him to different types of people, situations when he was in his critical impression phase.
He gets a minimum of 1 mile walk every day, and averages about 10 miles a week of walking/hiking.

Sweet dog for the most part, likes people, likes other dogs, not shy or fearful in general. Never had anyone be mean to him. We are always home so he's never really been alone for more than a few hours. He was an extremely mouthy pup, fwiw.

The problem: he has snapped at my 13yo 3 times now, as well as a vet tech.
1st incident - 9 months old - Dog was laying in bed w my wife. Room was dark. Daughter came into room and was sitting on bed talking to wife for a few minutes. She was petting him and suddenly he snarled/snapped at her. She pulled away and he didn't break skin, but left a mark.
2nd incident - 11 months old - Dog was laying in bed w me, light was on, dog awake. Daughter comes in and talks to me for a couple of minutes. She reached down to pat his head and he immediately snarled/snapped. Didn't make contact as she pulled away. I was watching and didn't see any warning signs.
3rd incident - 14 months old (3 weeks past neuter) - Daughter is standing in kitchen talking to mom, dog is standing near her. She reached down to pat his head and he immediately snarled/snapped. Didn't make contact as she pulled away.
He also snapped at my wife once, but it was the day after neuter and she was rubbing his belly - we chalked that up to meds/pain.
We haven't had an incidents with the other daughter. But he will act jealous. Like he hangs out w me during the day in my office. If the younger daugher comes in he will immediately get up and come to me - like to get my attention and get in her way. Similar reaction you'd see if you pet another dog and a jealous dog comes and tries to steal the attention and edge the other dog out.

Also - I've seen him raise a lip at a vet tech who tried to touch his ear (he had an ear infection). And the vet reported that he snapped at a tech who tried to cut his nails.

With me I can touch his head, ears, belly, etc. He'll let me put meds in his ears. But he won't let me touch his feet. He doesn't growl or raise a lip, but will very lightly mouth my hand to tell me to stop.

I'm the person who primarily walks him, neither daughter interact with him very much, but he has known them since he was a small pup.

Thoughts? Is this "fixable" or an untenable situation?
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2023.06.08 01:25 whitetiger577 33 [M4F] #NY let’s elope in Vegas.

Ok maybe not. Looking for meaningful, fun connection. Would enjoy a nice girl to hold hands with on a park bench.
About me: white, brown hair and eyes, unbelievably handsome.
Kind. Easygoing. A bit sarcastic.
Introvert. Enjoy learning new things.
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2023.06.08 01:25 MollieEquestrian A lot of me working with this girl is just finding out what she knows. It’s entirely possible and likely that she has been ridden before, so groundwork training is hard because I have no clue what she knows. Clearly she’s been handled, just… badly.

A lot of me working with this girl is just finding out what she knows. It’s entirely possible and likely that she has been ridden before, so groundwork training is hard because I have no clue what she knows. Clearly she’s been handled, just… badly.
She came in with 4 other horses, 3 of which we know have been ridden before. So it’s likely that she was also ridden. They rode a 2-3 year old mare, a skinny and muscle-less 20 year old gelding, and another young mare and I believe barrel raced her. So I see no reason why they also wouldn’t have ridden this girl. Obviously I wouldn’t, I wouldn’t have ridden any of them, but clearly the condition these horses came to us in shows us they didn’t really care about their well being.
For the past few months I’ve literally just been getting to know her. Only now are we actually starting the training. She knows how to do everything I’ve thrown at her so far, but badly. It clearly hasn’t been done in a while and was also trained in a choppy rushed manner. If you really wanted to I’m sure you could throw a saddle on her and ride in a day, but you’d probably hit the ground and traumatize her while your at it. And that’s probably exactly what happened in her past. All they cared about was riding these horses, so they rushed through all the groundwork training, got it just good enough that they could do it somewhat okay, and hopped on. I think she’s waiting for me to do the same. Obviously I’d love to ride her, but I want to do it in the most comfortable way for her. I’m going to get groundwork done as best I can, pick up all four feet, pick them out, comfortably stand behind her, be able to climb a fence and be above her, jump around her, etc etc. And even her first ride by me is probably going to be bitless and bareback just so it’s as simple and easy as possible.
Yesterday I took her on her second walk down the driveway. I mean, our second walk. People might have taken her on walks before I knew her (she’s been with the ranch for a little over a year now, I’ve been there for 10 months.) but I’m not sure. Our first walk went alright, it was a little stressful, and she did try to trot past me a few times on the way back but it was easily corrected. Our second walk yesterday was a million times better. Her pen mate has separation anxiety and even while she was whinnying extremely loud to her the entire time, she acted like she couldn’t hear her. We went up to the barn, the hose being dragged on the ground was a little bit spooky but a little flinch is all she gave it. Even walking past the pen of 30 horses she’s never met before she just looked at them and continued on. Then we hung out on the lawn for a few minutes and grazed. Last time I took her to the lawn she was so stressed she refused to graze and just walked in circles around me. On the walk back yesterday she didn’t trot past me or even think about it, and even stopped to poop in the driveway 😂 which I had to clean up after!!
Before our walk I decided to pick out her feet. I’ve worked on picking her feet up, but I’ve never taken a hoofpick to them and actually picked them out. She did pretty good!! She doesn’t like holding her feet up for a long time, like 30 seconds at most, but she’s not rude about it, she just pulls her hoof out of my hand. She’s also had her hooves picked before, because she has had farrier work done a bit obviously. I have only tried to pick up her back feet once so far, so I obviously didn’t pick them out yesterday. She was a little dramatic about picking up one of her front feet once yesterday, as shone at the end of the video but nothing big lol. A lot of the work with her is just going to be repetitive and boring until she just gets used to it.
P.S I might also be starting to work with another mare. An untouchable mustang. She has been touched and saddled before but she’s been left untouched for years and reverted back to a wild mustang. She’s got a bad knee that we need to take care of and we also would like to get her handleable so in the future we don’t have to tranq her and all this stuff just to fulfill her basic needs like hoof care, dewormer, vaccinations etc. So, be on the lookout for some posts about her in the near future hopefully! My work with her will only be groundwork. She’s 20 years old and as mentioned she has an issue with her front left knee that we need to sort out. It’s possible she will be sound for riding once we take care of that but she’s older so it’s really not worth it to train her to ride. She’ll probably be living out the rest of her life at the ranch anyways, so we will just be leaving her basically retired.
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2023.06.08 01:24 General-Leading-2101 30 Days on Olumiant 2MG

I have alopecia Universalis and was able to obtain a prescription of Oluinat 2 MG. After completing my first 30 days on the drug I have started to notice a little peach fuzz growing on my chin and cheeks. No hair has returned to my head or my eyebrows but the stubble that has come in has left me feeling optimistic.
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2023.06.08 01:24 Seigel00 Just lost a save file :'(

I just lost a save file, accidentally overwrote it with a NG+ with that option enabled (you know what option i'm talking about). It isn't in the files either, so F for me
Does anyone have like a savefile with endgame gear but near to none arena progress? It's like the only thing that was left for me to do and I'd like to start it without grinding through the whole game again :/
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2023.06.08 01:24 wannabemanho 38 [m4f] Just browsing…

I’ve been behaving myself for the last few months, but that got boring, so here I am again! I’m looking for a woman to get to know.. I’m open to short and long term. I’m getting too old for games, so be up front about your wants and intentions.. no sense in wasting each other’s time.
About me: Married. Doesn’t matter to me whether you are or not. White Age: 38 Body type: slim to average Dark hair, brown eyes, and a beard.
Ladies… I’m looking forward to hearing from you! Say hi!
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2023.06.08 01:24 Constant-Ad6804 [Routine Help] Looking for daily care routine to heal recurring Angular Chalitis

Though I never really got Angular Chalitis for the vast majority of my life, in the last 1.5+ years I've been getting occasional breakouts, the most recent which was nearly certainly due to an annual dentist checkup and the saliva build up from that.
I was prescribed a combo of antifungal and hydrocortizone creams but I don't seem to find it helping much. Admittedly I do use (sterile) fingernail clippers to lightly cut off some of the dead / crusty skin (the pretense of which makes opening my mouth a lot more painful than after those bits are trimmed), and usually if I do it carefully enough it doesn't make me bleed or anything, if anything it makes my mouth opening/closing easier.
But the main issue seems to be that it can't heal as a normal cut with, say, a bandaid because the mouth is always opening and closing and that "gap" doesn't seem to fill in. Anecdotally the best relief I've found is from small acne patches that I can leave on for hours overnight, but during the day due to work and eating I can't really have them on, and they tend to re-crust even when healing.
It's honestly been like 2 months already since the last time and I don't see significant progression. It's pretty unnoticeable to others but it just really messes with my internal well-being and mood because of the pain and sensitivity opening my mouth . :(
Anyone who has dealt with this and has some helpful tips, I'd be infinitely appreciative!!
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2023.06.08 01:24 Iloveyourcatitsmine I lied to my friends, but this time I’ve taken it to far

So pretty much, I’ve always wanted to fit in and for people to like me. So I have lied about having my first kiss, things I have, and things like that. This time however it’s different, I’ve lied about me getting my hair dyed, hear me out okay?
I’ve dyed my hair a few times, and I haven’t done it in a while so this was pretty new to me. So I dyed my hair purple for my High School’s field day, an d my bestfriend’s favorite color happens to be purple. So I text her, telling her about how I’m going to dye my hair and crap like that.
Here’s where you can start to piece it together, a little bit.
So my mom dyed my hair, right? The next day I wake up and my hair feels like a mold. I couldn’t shape it, so I took a shower and cleaned all the dye out. But then I realized my friends might get mad at me. So yeah.
However, I explained to them what happened and they believe me. I know, it’s not that interesting.
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2023.06.08 01:23 A_Amari 1st real outfit out I Public

1st real outfit out I Public
Let me know if there is anything yall would recommend I try explore and experience! I am limited by hair as are army regulations but and still going for the hair part as anyone who doesn't like it can argue with my trash bin am thinking of a wig though...
I am pre hrt working towards the titty skittles :D
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2023.06.08 01:23 NightPaints Guinea Pig Hair Loss

Guinea Pig Hair Loss
One of my guinea pigs has always had a v-shaped patch of uneven hair on his back. I never worried about it because we have been to vets and had no issues. However, I got up this morning and noticed that it had gotten much worse (the hair loss that is). Throughout the day, he has lost more and more hair. We are seeing a vet tomorrow, but can anyone let me know if you have any ideas?
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