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Hey guys, this is the 4th interview in a series with artists participating in Mash-it Comics. This week, we’re interviewing our friend Intent, aka Ninja Vagabond ( u/Ninja_Vagabond ). BTW, as some of you already know, TheFadedComb had an issue with his computer and won’t be able to finish the final r/fearsmile comic page. So Intent will be finishing the page in his place! **1) Tell us who you are and anything it would be cool to know about you.** Hi! I’m Elliott, aka Intent, aka Ninja Vagabond. I am a musician and an artist, but I make my living in nonprofit education. I produce music for a foundation that releases educational albums and music videos and teaches kids to put the...

**TICK TICK TICK TICK** Film became digital. Graphic design became AI. The two skills I had out of university have been superseded by better technology. That is one way time can change. You can change your car tyre and still be home for dinner, but when you are talking about an art form you have been working on for the best part of ten years, it still has the same grip on me as it did when I was a young man. I was not like the other lads—the real hard-*** lads who enjoyed painting trains. It just wasn’t on my menu. The point being, I have been chasing graffiti lines for a long time. I am an excellent writer, but when it comes to a really tight piece… well, it turns out a bit mor...

There were a group of 3 girls who came into my work, one who was purchasing. They're all at the counter as I put through the membership details etc and I ask if she wants a 20c bag, she says no. What I tend to do is confirm aloud what the person said so like "no to the bag" and I press and go to sale. Taps the card, I give them the receipt and she gives me that lead paint stare alot of the younger people have (this is coming from someone in their 20s) I was like, is there anything else? And she goes "umm... I got a bag" and she shows me the receipt like its proof - but there's literally no purchase of a bag on there so idk why tf she's showing me. I ...

TL;DR My relationship of 5 years has been extremely rocky, in and out of the relationship. I can't seem to do anything right. I get accused of things I didn't do. I have been told I need to communicate a certain way and when I learn how I still do something wrong, my intentions are misrepresented, and when I have a contrasting opinion I usually am framed as a bad guy. Is this relationship healthy? \*\*\* I (25M) have been in a complex "situationship" for 5 years now with my partner (34M). Ever since we officially ended our relationship after a year and a half of being together it has seemed that everything I do is hyper analyzed, micromanaged, and under my partners sup...

TL;DR My relationship of 5 years has been extremely rocky, in and out of the relationship. I can't seem to do anything right. I get accused of things I didn't do. I have been told I need to communicate a certain way and when I learn how I still do something wrong, my intentions are misrepresented, and when I have a contrasting opinion I usually am framed as a bad guy. Is this relationship healthy? \*\*\* I (25M) have been in a complex "situationship" for 5 years now with my partner (34M). Ever since we officially ended our relationship after a year and a half of being together it has seemed that everything I do is hyper analyzed, micromanaged, and under my partners ...

Ivan Eland’s 2014 book \[\*Recarving Rushmore\*\](https://www.independent.org/store/book/recarving-rushmore/), which purports to rank the presidents from a libertarian perspective, provocatively argues that Reagan (his #34) was worse than FDR (#31). His arguments are too detailed to fully summarize here, but this is the conclusion to his FDR chapter: \>FDR's massive, unnecessary, and wasteful expansion of the government during the Great Depression (worsening & prolonging the economic downturn) and his lying & provocative behavior in the lead-up to World War II qualify him as one of the worst presidents. Although FDR lied the country into World War II & ...

I am relatively new to creative writing and would love to receive constructive criticism in order to improve. These are the first two paragraphs of my short story. Context (if needed): A world where cobblers erase and “repair” books instead of shoes.

# It wasn't until I caught my younger sister's perfume on my husband's scarf that I finally dared to confirm what I already knew—he was cheating on me with her. For two years, I'd suspected. It was Isabelle's perfume that finally betrayed them. The smell clung to Theodore's cashmere, though she had supposedly been in Milan. So I checked the jet logs. And today, there they were. The key code hadn't changed. I entered the house without a word. They didn't hear me. Theodore lay with his back partially to the door, bare-chested. Isabelle straddled him lazily. "Don't rush," came Isabelle's voice, breathy and flirtatious. "We ...

I (F25) and my (ex) boyfriend (F24) have been going out for five years. (Or we /had/, but it’s late and I’m upset and I’m not combing through to change everything to past tense) Every year for his birthday, I buy him a 15 x 12 x 10 shipping box and fill it with presents that are either all related to things he likes, things he’s wanted or things he needs. We have been doing this since we started dating. My budget for the box is around ~$500 / year and the presents are bought over the course of the year prior (his birthday is in February). On top of the present box, I take him out for dinner at a restaurant of his choice, and if there’s something particularly special he’s want...

Chapter 1 can be found in this subreddit. Chapter 2: The Morning After Dr. Batiste's office could wait. I needed coffee first, and the kind of quiet that only happened in Tibo's bar before the tourists woke up. The place was half-full when I walked in—regulars mostly, the ones who treated Mercier's like a second living room. Tibo was behind the bar, flipping eggs on the griddle he'd installed over the objections of every fire code in the city. The TV above the bottles showed aerial footage of Royal Street, the hole looking even bigger in daylight. "Usual?" Tibo asked without looking up. "Yeah." He cracked two more eggs. "You s...

Rates vary so please send me a chat with the following information: * Store and value of card * How the gift card was obtained * Payment method you take I am only buying gift cards for **US stores** including: * Amazon * Apple * Barnes & Noble * Banana Republic * Best Buy * Bloomingdales * Chick-Fil-A * Costco * Crate and Barrel * Dicks Sporting Goods * eBay * Gap * H&M * Home Depot * Ikea * Lowes * Macys * Nordstrom * Pottery Barn * Saks Fifth Avenue * Starbucks * Target * Uber * Walmart * West Elm * Williams Sonoma .. and many others including prepaid visa, mastercard Not looking for: McDonald's, Steam, Xbox, Playstation, Fortnite, AM...

Rates vary so please send me a chat with the following information: * Store and value of card * How the gift card was obtained * Payment method you take I am only buying gift cards for **US stores** including: * Amazon * Apple * Barnes & Noble * Banana Republic * Best Buy * Bloomingdales * Chick-Fil-A * Costco * Crate and Barrel * Dicks Sporting Goods * eBay * Gap * H&M * Home Depot * Ikea * Lowes * Macys * Nordstrom * Pottery Barn * Saks Fifth Avenue * Starbucks * Target * Uber * Walmart * West Elm * Williams Sonoma .. and many others Not looking for: McDonald's, Steam, Xbox, Playstation, Fortnite, AMC Message me here: https://www.red...

Chapter 1 can be found in this subreddit. Chapter 2: The Morning After Dr. Batiste's office could wait. I needed coffee first, and the kind of quiet that only happened in Tibo's bar before the tourists woke up. The place was half-full when I walked in—regulars mostly, the ones who treated Mercier's like a second living room. Tibo was behind the bar, flipping eggs on the griddle he'd installed over the objections of every fire code in the city. The TV above the bottles showed aerial footage of Royal Street, the hole looking even bigger in daylight. "Usual?" Tibo asked without looking up. "Yeah." He cracked two more eggs. "You s...

Chapter 1 can be found in this subreddit. Chapter 2: The Morning After Dr. Batiste's office could wait. I needed coffee first, and the kind of quiet that only happened in Tibo's bar before the tourists woke up. The place was half-full when I walked in—regulars mostly, the ones who treated Mercier's like a second living room. Tibo was behind the bar, flipping eggs on the griddle he'd installed over the objections of every fire code in the city. The TV above the bottles showed aerial footage of Royal Street, the hole looking even bigger in daylight. "Usual?" Tibo asked without looking up. "Yeah." He cracked two more eggs. "You s...

Alright babes, I’m back at it again working on another project. This time, I’m adapting my old LPS series I made on YouTube when I was 9 years old into an actual book. (Don’t ask about the series, it was 10 years ago now and I’ve since lost the channel, and each episode only had 3 or 4 views). Anyways! I’m looking for names with the same vibes as the originals, due to the fact that I’m not really a fan of them nowadays. Main Character- A Mary Sue character named Lyric. In the original series, Lyric was a purple shorthair cat (specifically LPS #933) and was the hero of the world they lived in, in some magical girl sense. I’m changing up her character a lot, but I still want her...

Ive been asked these questions by a dozen friends in the past week and all day today so i figured this might help out a few local homies that might not be to familiar with the gun world. * **Where:** Cleveland has a ton of nearby gun stores, all the way from Avon to Beachwood. For budgeters, there are quite a few "used gun" places like Parma Armory, Cabela’s, and Fin Feather Fur. You can get a used handgun for under $400. * **How to use it:** There are many apolitical gun courses you can take at indoor shooting ranges to learn local laws, live-fire training, and general knowledge (around $100). There are also tons of leftist gun rights groups that are very welcoming to LGBTQ+ f...

Cries of the Grave – The Robot Verse 1 Under a silver sky of blinking lights I count the hours that don’t feel right Steel in my chest, but I feel the cold Learning what it means to grow old I watch the humans pass me by With trembling hands and tearful eyes They laugh, they break, they love, they fade I store the words they never say Chorus Hear the cries of the grave tonight Echoing through wires and moonlight I was built to stand, not to feel But these shadows teach me what is real I whisper names I never knew In rusted dreams of something true Verse 2 My creators sleep beneath the stone Left me here to walk alone Their voices live in broken code Like fading stars...

I recently started diamond painting and ordered α little kit that contains tools and stuff to store the diamonds. However, it came with these little sticker things and I have no idea what they’re for. They look like mini fridges ngl