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There have been very few pairs of pants that have actually fit me correctly. There's always a gap, the material sits really uncomfortably around the hips, they're tight in all the wrong places and they're not long enough. My boyfriend and I happen to be the exact same size in clothes. The other day I tried on a pair of jeans, he bought for himself, just for fun. Colour me 50 shades of surprised when I looked in the mirror and they fit me perfectly. I went on with my evening and brushed it off as a one time thing. He bought a new pair of jeans and they fit me perfectly again. I have some quite voluptuous hips, so I looked up if my eyes just deceive me and found out someth...

So, I have a biggest crush. Una, happy crush lang kasi, she have it all. Wanna know why? - She has degree na from green school pa. - she's pretty and dressed well, grabe I swear kaya nya sabayan lahat ng damit. She has good taste on clothes. - she's religous, active physically, got great talents - SAKA she's seems like a very independent, family oriented person, and alam nyo she has a pet dog pa. The thing is, idk where to start, may mga naging ex naman na ko, but this time.. Tangina kahit wala pa kaming major interaction , sobrang crush ko sya not being creepy ha! I know my boundaries but I want to first move nang hindi nagiging-creepy. I'm a man for words naman, ...

Maybe I'm just weird... Last night I had a dream of us going out clothes shopping, I took you to the shops that I knew had your style. I would just watch you pick out what you thought looked good as I would smile and nod or maybe comment and say " The colour doesn't suit you or maybe a different design would be better on you " and during all this I was actually happy and content with it all, I would take you to shoe stores as you would try on various nice heels or boots and ask my opinion as I just stare and go " uhhh I dunno... I'm not good at these things?" You said to me " Aren't you bored with doing things like this with me? Aren't you g...

I bought my first house 6 months before I met my boyfriend who now lives in said house with me. There are projects I’ve had in mind since buying, one thing being a custom fusion for a bay window. My bf owns a sewing machine and has taken on this cushion (and a few other things) as surprises/gifts for me. He’s decent but not a professional and, honestly, the stuff he’s made so far doesn’t look good. A few months ago he made a cushion for the window that looks pretty crappy but he likes it and is so proud of it. I gently sent photos of what I’d had in mind (was going to have a custom one commissioned from Etsy). He went back to the fabric store to try again and the new fabric he pi...

Greetings from the end times! We're chugging along on our moving and packing and yknow, complete mental collapse. All that fun stuff. But today I'm being lazy and staying in bed for a bit longer, so I figured I'd slap some more of these up! Señor Tendor continues to ^(willingly!) be subjected to sniffing 400,000 things in the name of science. In fact, he now sniffs my new arrivals unprompted. My plan has worked perfectly. He's one of us now. */dramatic overture/* Aaaaaanyways, here are his Thoughts™ on things: **Birch & Besom - Animal Cookies:** "Ok this is.... some sort of fall baking." _(It is... a type of baking for sure lol)_ **Arcana - Old ...

This part two of my previous post on how to install wood window sashes after restoration. I have several previous posts on the steps that I've been taking to fully restore this window. Check my profile if you want to start from the beginning. In part 1 the upper sash was installed but left hanging loose. My window uses zinc weatherstripping that has a metal ridge that fits into the sash edges. I always reinstall this because it's effective for stopping air infiltration and helps prevent the sashes from rubbing on the stops and parting beads. Picture 1, the zinc weatherstripping is pressed into the sides of the sash and everything is slid into place. I use a thin putty knife to pr...

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#Warning: I will not message you first. If you were messaged by someone claiming to be me you are in the process of being scammed. Please state the following: > * Type of card(s) and amount of each. * What payment method you accept. * How you acquired the GC and why you're getting rid of it. ____ Crypto^4, Paypal^1, Apple Pay, Cashapp, Varo, Chime, Venmo, and Western Union/M-pesa/Airtel/Equitel (5% is taken off Western Union payments/all M-Pesa, Airtel, Equitel payments are sent via Western Union) I only have Steam as a substitute for cash payments in gift card trades. Want ↓ | PayPal G&S | All other Cash payments or a Gift Card ↓ | Crypto^4 ↓...

The girl pulled her brother through the narrow space between two sheds behind their home. Snow reached halfway up the walls in some spots. The cold bit into her hands as she pushed through it, but she did not slow. Her brother stumbled once, and she steadied him without stopping. Behind them came the sound of broken wood being dragged. Something heavy moved through their house. A table scraped. A chair toppled. The creature shifted its weight inside the small room and bumped into the wall with a dull thud. The girl tightened her grip on her brother. They reached the side road behind the row of houses. The road looked nearly swallowed by fog, but the far end remained faintly visible. A lan...

I'm currently working on a title and character names. This is a rough background idea for the main concept of my story. Thanks. The air thinned near the peak of The Frost Crown. A bird could feel it in the steady, cold pull of its wings. The sun had climbed, but its heat did little here. Ice clung to the upper ridges and caught the light in a dull shine. Fresh snow covered the highest ledges, packed tight by the wind. The mountain rose in harsh steps and broken cliffs, the kind that sent loose stones tumbling far below with the slightest movement. As the bird drifted lower, the ground changed from bare rock to patches of frost-coated shrubs. Twisted pines grew from the cracks in the s...

I purchased the License to Train Mid-Rise Lightweight Jogger (pic1) - it states that its lined. I got it in the mail and it is in fact *not lined*. It felt like wearing a trash bag and with no weather resistance so I felt like I was out in the ****. I want to bring them to the store for an exchange for the License to Train Woven Mid-Rise Jogger (pic2). Does anyone own these? Are they lined? The details don't state that they are lined (cloth lining like windbreaker style) but I don't know if the store will carry these for me to see in person.

I had the entire outfit but my sister sold some clothes on my account; any way I can still get the rest? i dont see it in any of the stores in christmas village.

Preface: This is a VERY long post and I am fully letting it out.  I (29F) woke up this morning and asked my husband (32M) if we had another baby, would he choose to handle the baby or the toddler. Maybe I woke up in a mood, but I don’t really think. This was something that was weighing on my mind for about a week now after we both went with our 13-month-old to XYZ store and he was not able to handle her so he just wanted me to hurry up and take her so we can leave. I just happened to blurt it out without thinking when we got up to get ready for the day. And we have had this conversation many times when I felt I like I did all the parenting, and he was a part-time babysitter after work so...

I wanna buy these Tennis, but can't do it directly from the store because all is in japanese, They come out tomorrow and wanna be ready for the sale. Is there like a specialized japanese clothing store that does international deliveries? The ones I know are for toys and hobbies like Meccha and nin nin, so 0 clothing related.

Does anyone have any information or any memories of Cartoonsville eaterie in Brentwood. It was a themed chain restaurant from the cofounder of Hard Rock Cafe. It had arcade games and live costumed characters performances and animation cel and toy displays. It also had climbing in a play area. It closed circa 2001 but it appeared in the 1998 movie Free Enterprise(the first two shots). Does anyone have any information about this restaurant.

I don’t know why I woke up. No noise, no dream, no reason. Just that sudden jolt you get sometimes when your brain decides it doesn’t trust the dark. My eyes opened around 2:45 a.m., and at first, everything looked normal. The hall light wasn’t on. My fan was still whirring. My door was half-open, like it always was. Then I realized there was someone standing in my closet. They weren’t fully visible — just a silhouette, tall and still, with their back to me as they leaned into the shelves. It took my brain a few seconds to place the shape. The height. The shoulders. The messy hair. It looked exactly like my roommate, Jordan. He sleepwalks sometimes, so honestly, my first thoug...

There’s a weird turning point a lot of people hit somewhere between 45k and 120k income. You start making decent money and suddenly life feels more expensive than ever. Not because everything costs more, even though it does, but because the moment your income rises your spending silently rises with it. New job new salary…slightly higher expectations Not one of those things feels crazy but the compounding effect is brutal. That’s the middle class trap. You earn enough to feel progress but not enough to escape. And the craziest part is this, The gap between what you earn and what you spend determines your future more than the number of zeros on your paycheck. You can make 60k and get ...

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Start of part 2 This next part was immensely hard for me to remember now. I had my own perspective but the others I was able to see made the encounter so much worse to know what I did and what happened. It takes strength and I'm not sure how long I can hold it. Once again I will go for as long as I can bear. Sheriff Saber is not one to drink but in the moments after the church murder. He relents, from the drawer in his rough wooden desk he grabs a warm bottle of whiskey. He doesn’t even grab a glass he simply takes a swig from the large bottle. He leans back in his creaking chair and removes his hat. He holds the bottle and looks to the preacher sitting in the cell across from him....

The wind picked through the ruin, lifting ash in slow spirals and scattering it across the banks of the Thomas. The dragon’s carcass lay split open beneath the low sun, a desecrated cathedral of rib and scale. Steam rose from fat, blackened wounds. The smell hit first: charred meat, boiled hair, melted leather. Each breath coated Leeonir’s throat, thick and greasy, leaving a taste like burnt copper on his tongue. Leeonir dropped to his knees. The impact jarred his left forearm and the blisters there split open, weeping clear fluid. When he tried to close his hand, white pain shot up to his elbow. His legs trembled and threatened to fold. Around him, tents were nothing but glassy stumps...