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I've been the police chief of Greyhaven for almost 11 years. Long enough to watch the town shrinking. I recognize people by the sound of their trucks. I know which houses like to keep the lights on at night, and which ones can't because the bank finally got them. Maybe that’s the only reason people survive up here. You know everyone enough to forget how alone you are. The roads twist around the cliffs like they were carved by something scared of heights. Half of the town disappears under the fog after sundown. In winter the snow so deep the state plows stop pretending they care about us. Greyhaven was once thriving thanks to logging. But then the mill was closed. And whe...

long post sorry in advance!! i'm turning 18 soon and i strongly suspect i’m autistic, but i’ve never been evaluated or diagnosed, and i don’t know what to do anymore ever since i was little i’ve always felt kinda off compared to other people, but not in a way i could explain properly. i’ve always had really intense sensory issues that people around me noticed pretty early on. textures, sounds, food, clothes, silverware.. metal in my mouth as a whole, certain noises (especially wet/mouth noises), stuff touching my neck, all of that affects me way more than it seems to affect other people. there are certain foods i physically can’t handle because of the texture, and when som...

I think this sums up the current state of holiday brand. People waiting patiently for months on end, no updates, seeing new projects, taking more money from unsuspecting people (including another drop today of NYLA hats where you know he made bank yet again), with Nick throwing a tantrum when you ask him where your overpriced order from 7 months ago is. Nick should be happy he has people who still blindly give them their hard earned money. instead he’s angry you’re asking him why he’s ripping you off. Absolute disgrace of a brand, that has no legs to stand on aside from hype from a 5 year old hat design now. If i want you to take away anything, it’s that Nick doesn’t care if he ...

https://preview.redd.it/dzwtan7wqd1h1.jpg?width=1600&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=14e0a92f19bf6281a6ab0369e2a22029786f330f # The Wicked Tax (Circa 14th Century) *As told by a gong farmer* Cold was the night. The stars burning distantly twinkled through the crisp autumn chill like snowflakes catching the light on a breeze. Warm was my breath, huffing out in little clouds that caught on the breeze. Warm was my body, heaving and shovelling, my leather kirtle tossed aside while I worked. Hot burned the dung of my neighbours, my friends, my family, as I hurled it shovel by grimy shovel into the pit below me. It landed with a slosh each time, mixed with bones and debris, hay ...

Seriously. I haven't really be able to talk about this with anyone. I may be a **** but I don't really think my friends would approve of this particular escapade. By the way we are both adults I'm 22 she's 20.  This did really happen and while i try to explain it all it was a while ago and the exact conversations may be slightly off but its the gist. After she finished her exams in April she came to visit me on the way home. Spent a couple nights at my place. Going to concerts, exploring the city, catching up in general.  Also i didn't realize how long this was if you just want the spicy bit i'll add a space to skip to. Now I have always known I loved anal ...

# The Wicked Tax (Circa 14th Century) *As told by a gong farmer* Cold was the night. The stars burning distantly twinkled through the crisp autumn chill like snowflakes catching the light on a breeze. Warm was my breath, huffing out in little clouds that caught on the breeze. Warm was my body, heaving and shovelling, my leather kirtle tossed aside while I worked. Hot burned the dung of my neighbours, my friends, my family, as I hurled it shovel by grimy shovel into the pit below me. It landed with a slosh each time, mixed with bones and debris, hay from animal pens, and whatever other waste we might turn to manure. It's not a job just anyone can do and a job most would like to not, b...

https://preview.redd.it/yjhoygk9qd1h1.jpg?width=1600&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=37b8f305076967f8b93cf1a9f35f9a4b6c2f3c60 # The Wicked Tax (Circa 14th Century) *As told by a gong farmer* Cold was the night. The stars burning distantly twinkled through the crisp autumn chill like snowflakes catching the light on a breeze. Warm was my breath, huffing out in little clouds that caught on the breeze. Warm was my body, heaving and shovelling, my leather kirtle tossed aside while I worked. Hot burned the dung of my neighbours, my friends, my family, as I hurled it shovel by grimy shovel into the pit below me. It landed with a slosh each time, mixed with bones and debris, hay ...

https://preview.redd.it/f1cigkf0qd1h1.jpg?width=1600&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=96971fdc9d8fbc608d713fe8b6ad0b91ff71a98c # The Wicked Tax (Circa 14th Century) *As told by a gong farmer* Cold was the night. The stars burning distantly twinkled through the crisp autumn chill like snowflakes catching the light on a breeze. Warm was my breath, huffing out in little clouds that caught on the breeze. Warm was my body, heaving and shovelling, my leather kirtle tossed aside while I worked. Hot burned the dung of my neighbours, my friends, my family, as I hurled it shovel by grimy shovel into the pit below me. It landed with a slosh each time, mixed with bones and debris, hay ...

# The Wicked Tax (Circa 14th Century) *As told by a gong farmer* Cold was the night. The stars burning distantly twinkled through the crisp autumn chill like snowflakes catching the light on a breeze. Warm was my breath, huffing out in little clouds that caught on the breeze. Warm was my body, heaving and shovelling, my leather kirtle tossed aside while I worked. Hot burned the dung of my neighbours, my friends, my family, as I hurled it shovel by grimy shovel into the pit below me. It landed with a slosh each time, mixed with bones and debris, hay from animal pens, and whatever other waste we might turn to manure. It's not a job just anyone can do and a job most would like to not, b...

Hey everyone! 👋 I've just discovered infrared photography and I'm completely hooked on the look — but I'm starting from zero and honestly have no clue where to begin. I want to go the filter route (screw-on/clip-on) rather than a converted camera for now, but there are SO many options out there and I can't figure out which ones are actually worth the money and which are just a waste. A few things I'm unsure about: \- Which IR filter brands offer the best quality for the price? (Hoya, Kenko, Kolari, B+W...?) \- Is there a big difference between cheaper and mid-range filters or is it not worth skimping? \- Any specific nm value (720nm, 850nm...) you'd r...

# The Wicked Tax (Circa 14th Century) *As told by a gong farmer* Cold was the night. The stars burning distantly twinkled through the crisp autumn chill like snowflakes catching the light on a breeze. Warm was my breath, huffing out in little clouds that caught on the breeze. Warm was my body, heaving and shovelling, my leather kirtle tossed aside while I worked. Hot burned the dung of my neighbours, my friends, my family, as I hurled it shovel by grimy shovel into the pit below me. It landed with a slosh each time, mixed with bones and debris, hay from animal pens, and whatever other waste we might turn to manure. It's not a job just anyone can do and a job most would like to not, b...

# The Wicked Tax (Circa 14th Century) *As told by a gong farmer* Cold was the night. The stars burning distantly twinkled through the crisp autumn chill like snowflakes catching the light on a breeze. Warm was my breath, huffing out in little clouds that caught on the breeze. Warm was my body, heaving and shovelling, my leather kirtle tossed aside while I worked. Hot burned the dung of my neighbours, my friends, my family, as I hurled it shovel by grimy shovel into the pit below me. It landed with a slosh each time, mixed with bones and debris, hay from animal pens, and whatever other waste we might turn to manure. It's not a job just anyone can do and a job most would like to not, b...

# The Wicked Tax (Circa 14th Century) *As told by a gong farmer* Cold was the night. The stars burning distantly twinkled through the crisp autumn chill like snowflakes catching the light on a breeze. Warm was my breath, huffing out in little clouds that caught on the breeze. Warm was my body, heaving and shovelling, my leather kirtle tossed aside while I worked. Hot burned the dung of my neighbours, my friends, my family, as I hurled it shovel by grimy shovel into the pit below me. It landed with a slosh each time, mixed with bones and debris, hay from animal pens, and whatever other waste we might turn to manure. It's not a job just anyone can do and a job most would like to not, b...

# The Wicked Tax (Circa 14th Century) *As told by a gong farmer* Cold was the night. The stars burning distantly twinkled through the crisp autumn chill like snowflakes catching the light on a breeze. Warm was my breath, huffing out in little clouds that caught on the breeze. Warm was my body, heaving and shovelling, my leather kirtle tossed aside while I worked. Hot burned the dung of my neighbours, my friends, my family, as I hurled it shovel by grimy shovel into the pit below me. It landed with a slosh each time, mixed with bones and debris, hay from animal pens, and whatever other waste we might turn to manure. It's not a job just anyone can do and a job most would like to not, b...

https://preview.redd.it/1d4saaauod1h1.jpg?width=1600&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=2b29f0b1901e4642882addf7a4c59aba0490a19c # The Wicked Tax (Circa 14th Century) *As told by a gong farmer* Cold was the night. The stars burning distantly twinkled through the crisp autumn chill like snowflakes catching the light on a breeze. Warm was my breath, huffing out in little clouds that caught on the breeze. Warm was my body, heaving and shovelling, my leather kirtle tossed aside while I worked. Hot burned the dung of my neighbours, my friends, my family, as I hurled it shovel by grimy shovel into the pit below me. It landed with a slosh each time, mixed with bones and debris, hay ...

https://preview.redd.it/tduy5dsnod1h1.jpg?width=1600&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=d6f87bf28f7cdca2306559b0a65f3e907af3c3cd # The Wicked Tax (Circa 14th Century) *As told by a gong farmer* Cold was the night. The stars burning distantly twinkled through the crisp autumn chill like snowflakes catching the light on a breeze. Warm was my breath, huffing out in little clouds that caught on the breeze. Warm was my body, heaving and shovelling, my leather kirtle tossed aside while I worked. Hot burned the dung of my neighbours, my friends, my family, as I hurled it shovel by grimy shovel into the pit below me. It landed with a slosh each time, mixed with bones and debris, hay ...

I had a lady come in today who’s been calling nonstop about these **** squishies. “When do you get truck? When do you guys unload the truck? Can you put some aside? I have 4 kids” She decided to wrangle up 2 of her iPad kids and go to our store to potentially wait out the unloading. My supervisor brings out some Sploot Splats and at first, I’m happy she’s so relieved. But then she started debating how many to buy because in her words, “her kids break them easily”. She flip flopped between buying 4, buying 8 or buying the whole box of 12. My store unfortunately is not enforcing a limit, so my desperate-for-sales supervisor encourages her to buy the whole thing, despite my ...

https://preview.redd.it/n8f6jexcod1h1.jpg?width=1600&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=537da272ca5e7e346bb23918255700b581737aa4 # The Wicked Tax (Circa 14th Century) *As told by a gong farmer* Cold was the night. The stars burning distantly twinkled through the crisp autumn chill like snowflakes catching the light on a breeze. Warm was my breath, huffing out in little clouds that caught on the breeze. Warm was my body, heaving and shovelling, my leather kirtle tossed aside while I worked. Hot burned the dung of my neighbours, my friends, my family, as I hurled it shovel by grimy shovel into the pit below me. It landed with a slosh each time, mixed with bones and debris, hay ...

# The Wicked Tax (Circa 14th Century) *As told by a gong farmer* Cold was the night. The stars burning distantly twinkled through the crisp autumn chill like snowflakes catching the light on a breeze. Warm was my breath, huffing out in little clouds that caught on the breeze. Warm was my body, heaving and shovelling, my leather kirtle tossed aside while I worked. Hot burned the dung of my neighbours, my friends, my family, as I hurled it shovel by grimy shovel into the pit below me. It landed with a slosh each time, mixed with bones and debris, hay from animal pens, and whatever other waste we might turn to manure. It's not a job just anyone can do and a job most would like to not, b...

Generate a highly detailed character design for a \[steampunk inventor protagonist\]. The character should be \[a female engineer in her early 30s\] wearing \[Victorian-era clothing modified with functional gadgets\]. Include \[a mechanical arm with interchangeable tools\], \[brass goggles with multiple lens attachments\], and \[a utility belt with visible clockwork devices\]. Her outfit should feature \[burgundy and copper color scheme with leather accents\]. The background should show \[her workshop filled with blueprints and half-finished inventions\]. Her expression should convey \[determined confidence mixed with intellectual curiosity\]. Add details like \[oil stains on her apron\], \[...