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Older guys usually look better with a softer, more balanced facial appearance instead of an overly sharp or chiseled one, fuller cheeks and face makes them cute. A naturally rounder face already helps, but even angular faces can look softer with a well maintained beard. The key is not letting the beard make the face look too long or narrow if it does, trimming it shorter or shaving it a bit usually looks better. For the head, shiny bald or crew cut or short trimmed hairs tend to look betta than long hairs. Overall, balance and softness (e.g. Russell Crowe) tend to look better than an overly chiseled look (e.g. Hernan Drago). AND PLZ, if you can keep your hair/beard color as natural as possi...

​ Sprinkles of rain pelted me as I raced down the river road. I wheezed, trying to keep up with Claire. Every breath tasted like dust kicked up by her red Schwinn, even after she vanished around the curve up ahead. My chest tightened. I thought of my mom constantly nagging me to always carry my inhaler, even though it’d been years since my last asthma attack.  Around the bend, Claire swerved from one side of River Road to the other, not pedaling. Her bike's sprocket sang mechanically, “I’m waiting for you.”  “Hurry up,” she shouted.  I left behind my own cloud of dust as I sped up. Gravel crunched under my tires. Leaning over the handlebars, I balanced o...

How’s everyone doing? Good? Good. ————————————————————————— Summer pieces from orSlow are piling up in the shops. Let’s just a hit a few highlights here, because honestly they have an extensive, diverse collection this season. First up are their summer fatigue pants, this time in a new, lightweight cotton duck canvas in four colors. Blue Owl is putting three colors up for sale at 10AM Pacific today: Green [https://www.blueowl.us/collections/new-arrivals/products/summer-fatigue-pants-in-green](https://www.blueowl.us/collections/new-arrivals/products/summer-fatigue-pants-in-green?variant=41395272613946) Black [https://www.blueowl.us...

Use the provided reference image as the identity anchor. Create a photorealistic 9:16 high-fashion artist-studio editorial image of the same adult woman, preserving her recognizable facial structure, facial proportions, skin tone, eye shape, distinctive features, hair premise, and adult age read. No readable text, no logos, no watermarks, no poster layout. Place her inside a working painter’s studio with stained tables, brush jars, palette knives, paint tubes, stacked canvases, raw wood stretchers, shelves of pigment bottles, and large abstract canvases leaning against the wall. The space should feel actively used and tactile, not staged or decorative. Keep paint labels unreadable. Shoot...

You can make arguments about whether or not certain changes are good, but you can't say it looks exactly the same. In ong of Ryan Cohen's most recent interviews, this was one of the things I did not agree with. Making changes is one of the few things I would say eBay has done a lot of in the past few years, especially in the collectibles space. EBay has done a lot with grading add ons, authentication, and soon they will have Price guidance for trading cards.

“*Four, six, three, three, four, two* \- I am cold and hungry, because the ground is cold, the fire is not lit, and I have not yet eaten” I turn to Elias “How are you feeling?” “…Okay” “Why?” “…Because I am” “No, *why* are you feeling okay” “Uhh… because we’re sat now, the tarp’s up, the rain isn’t on me anymore” I unfurl my brow and return the dice to my backpack, tie the straps around a jutting peg. The padlock clicks and I give it a stern shake. Locked, I’ve locked it, and the key is in my back pocket. I can feel it. We set off into the dense canopy of trees to gather wood enough for a fire. We fry tins of beans over the embers then c...

*"Are you ready?"* *"As ready as I'll ever be."* Sunny And Adam stood on the front porch of his familiar childhood home. Overhead the sky was grey, and the ground was dusted with patches of melted snow, dirty with mud and the remnants of fallen leaves. He was wearing his leather jacket and a hat to stave off the chill. Sunny wore the knitted hood that Martha had made for her, along with a matching cloak in stunning blue to match her carapace. Sunny, and Drev in general for that matter, didn't really wear shoes, but Sunny wasn't used to the chill of Earth. She had originally insisted that it would be fine, but one step onto cold concrete had Adam raising ...

“*Four, six, three, three, four, two* \- I am cold and hungry, because the ground is cold, the fire is not lit, and I have not yet eaten” I turn to Elias “How are you feeling?” “…Okay” “Why?” “…Because I am” “No, *why* are you feeling okay” “Uhh… because we’re sat now, the tarp’s up, the rain isn’t on me anymore” I unfurl my brow and return the dice to my backpack, tie the straps around a jutting peg. The padlock clicks and I give it a stern shake. Locked, I’ve locked it, and the key is in my back pocket. I can feel it. We set off into the dense canopy of trees to gather wood enough for a fire. We fry tins of beans over the embers then c...

“*Four, six, three, three, four, two* \- I am cold and hungry, because the ground is cold, the fire is not lit, and I have not yet eaten” I turn to Elias “How are you feeling?” “…Okay” “Why?” “…Because I am” “No, *why* are you feeling okay” “Uhh… because we’re sat now, the tarp’s up, the rain isn’t on me anymore” I unfurl my brow and return the dice to my backpack, tie the straps around a jutting peg. The padlock clicks and I give it a stern shake. Locked, I’ve locked it, and the key is in my back pocket. I can feel it. We set off into the dense canopy of trees to gather wood enough for a fire. We fry tins of beans over the embers then c...

“*Four, six, three, three, four, two* \- I am cold and hungry, because the ground is cold, the fire is not lit, and I have not yet eaten” I turn to Elias “How are you feeling?” “…Okay” “Why?” “…Because I am” “No, *why* are you feeling okay” “Uhh… because we’re sat now, the tarp’s up, the rain isn’t on me anymore” I unfurl my brow and return the dice to my backpack, tie the straps around a jutting peg. The padlock clicks and I give it a stern shake. Locked, I’ve locked it, and the key is in my back pocket. I can feel it. We set off into the dense canopy of trees to gather wood enough for a fire. We fry tins of beans over the embers then c...

My entire life changed in high school. Some people got a deeper voice, a few inches, and a scholarship to an impressive college. I got a broken home. My last year at Rythm Heights, for a long time, was something that needed to be relegated behind the doors of a therapist's office rather than a yearbook to look back on. Until I went to Pikeral Park. "Everyone is going after midnight tonight. You in?" Dylan asked. "You know parks are open during the day," I said as I closed the steel door of my locker, half paying attention to him. The rest of my focus dedicated to a Calc finale I was woefully unprepared for. Dylan rolled his eyes and elbowed me. "Dude. Two ...

# The Last Move *By Emmaline C* “Honey, are you almost done packing?” David shouted to his wife, Becky. “Yes, dear—just a few more things.” They were moving from an apartment in a town called Ocean Springs, Mississippi, to a Texas farmhouse in the blistering heat. Since their daughter went to college, Becky wanted a new start—and she had always wanted to live on a farm. David wasn’t so sure. He was comfortable where he was, in his small, normal home with a normal job and a boring lifestyle, because that was just the man he was. It had worked while their daughter Lily was in high school. But Becky convinced him, after many arguments and much begging, to start anew and buy a...

I have done did a thing and I’m blaming the Krev brain worm that won’t leave me alone. It has eaten through my memories so… I um…. The krev brain worm is the best thing to ever happen to me, everyone should have one installed. Once again, tank you to u/SpacePaladin15 for creating the NoP universe and I don’t think he’ll like the sugar mommy fic I just wrote. But oh well. Seriously though, big inspiration from orphan destroyer’s story and yeah, hopefully I can achieve something with this one.   **Memory Transcription Subject: Jacob Berry, Tellus Colonist** Date \[*Standardized human time*\]: May 11, 2160   \*Beep\* \*Beep\* \*Beep\* \*Beep\* My hand slammed down on the...

So as the poster says, My 26th birthday is this weekend! And since I've never really tried to a event style thing I figured 'why not give it a shot now?' So what we're doing for this one is a simple one: Dress up your OCs! Everyone loves making new outfits for them.......right? Alright. So here's how this senario is playing out: Your OC sees this poster scattered all around **** and decides that they would like to enjoy a weekend of fun games, great food, and destruction to the point where someone \*might\* need to be flown to the nearest hospital. So when the weekend comes you head put to the race track, try some of the fair food and go on some rides like a roller...

What's good! Get your heat at a great price! With the status of overseas shipping in limbo, get these for a great price and fast domestic shipping! CURRENT VOUCH THREAD: https://www.reddit.com/r/RepVouch/comments/ntvbpw/usaca312_part_3/ * **VENMO, CASHAPP, ZELLE AND PAYPAL F&F PRIMARY PREFERENCES. I AM VOUCHED, SO NO G&S NOR PAYPAL INVOICE ONLY VENMO, ZELLE, CASHAPP, AND PP F&F** * **USA BASED. ALL PRICES *INCLUDES USPS SHIPPING* FOR THE CONTIGUOUS USA. PLEASE LET ME KNOW IF YOU ARE NOT FROM THE USA, OR FROM HAWAII/ALASKA** * **I'M A FAST SHIPPER. WILL BE SHIPPED THE DAY OF OR THE VERY NEXT BUSINESS DAY. TRACKING PROVIDED SAME DAY OF PURCHA...

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(AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is the prologue and first chapter of a longer story currently being posted on the Creepypasta Wiki. If you're interested, the link to the full story so far will be at the end of the post. Thanks!) Recently, my grandfather passed away. Cancer’s a *****. My grandfather was an interesting man, to say the least. He was your usual redneck recluse; living in a rickety old house, driving a rickety old pickup truck around the rickety old town only when absolutely necessary, sitting at his rickety old desk carving rickety old wood ornaments. We still hang them up on our Christmas tree. He fed the feral cats and wild skunks out on his front porch, and somewhere burie...

(AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is the prologue and first chapter of a longer story currently being posted on the Creepypasta Wiki. If you're interested, the link to the full story so far will be at the end of the post. Thanks!) Recently, my grandfather passed away. Cancer’s a *****. My grandfather was an interesting man, to say the least. He was your usual redneck recluse; living in a rickety old house, driving a rickety old pickup truck around the rickety old town only when absolutely necessary, sitting at his rickety old desk carving rickety old wood ornaments. We still hang them up on our Christmas tree. He fed the feral cats and wild skunks out on his front porch, and somewhere burie...

(AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is the prologue and first chapter of a longer story currently being posted on the Creepypasta Wiki. If you're interested, the link to the full story so far will be at the end of the post. Thanks!) Recently, my grandfather passed away. Cancer’s a *****. My grandfather was an interesting man, to say the least. He was your usual redneck recluse; living in a rickety old house, driving a rickety old pickup truck around the rickety old town only when absolutely necessary, sitting at his rickety old desk carving rickety old wood ornaments. We still hang them up on our Christmas tree. He fed the feral cats and wild skunks out on his front porch, and somewhere burie...

(AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is the prologue and first chapter of a longer story currently being posted on the Creepypasta Wiki. If you're interested, the link to the full story so far will be at the end of the post. Thanks!) Recently, my grandfather passed away. Cancer’s a *****. My grandfather was an interesting man, to say the least. He was your usual redneck recluse; living in a rickety old house, driving a rickety old pickup truck around the rickety old town only when absolutely necessary, sitting at his rickety old desk carving rickety old wood ornaments. We still hang them up on our Christmas tree. He fed the feral cats and wild skunks out on his front porch, and somewhere burie...