Cursive t tattoos

The recent blog was a cringe fest !! It almost looked like Diya forced the tattoo on him .. She js highly insecure ..what’s the point in planning all the details to T n claiming it like a surprise video ! Hopeless it was .. Ur comments pls

I'm told women want a man who knows what he wants, so here's the whole nine yards. If there is anything here that you are not willing to accept, then don't. You will not change me now or years down the line. Obviously I intend to grow and mature (as one ought to), but I have decided who I am and what I want out of a relationship.
I am looking for a woman that I can make a permanent covenant bond with; I have no interest in flings or "long-term relationships."
I don't intend to come across as bitter or angry with any of this, just clear and up-front. It makes things easier for both of us.
A bit about me:
My faith in Christ is paramount in my life. I would not be where I am without him. In taking interests in various things, I've learned a lot about God's character and design. Each new thing I learn fills me with more worship of him and wonder at his works. It is very important to me that you share this admiration of God.
I have a full-time job that I am very satisfied with, but what I feel truly passionate about is art and storytelling. To be honest, I've hit a bit of a block lately as far as my output. But I've been trying to find my feet so I can make something valuable to share with the world. I think that art and stories are a fundamental part of being human, not just a luxury. So pretty much any kind of art will spark passion in me, be it music, cinema, video games, literature, video essay, sculpture, etc. I could go back and forth for hours on a lot of things. My hope is that you and I will be able to enjoy art together and create some of our own.
I frequently spend time with another gentleman from my Church and we enjoy conversations about personal projects and contemporary issues, along with walks along beaches and park trails. He is a very important friend in my life, and I am lucky to know such a kind soul. Things aren't well with my family, so I really need that kind of presence.
While I rely on my bicycle for transport (no car), it's not a problem for me. I've been riding bikes since I was in elementary school (maybe even before). It would be really nice to ride down some trails with you.
What I expect from you:
-You need to be a follower of Jesus Christ. God needs to be an active part of your life because I intend to raise our children under Biblical values.
-You need hobbies and interests apart from me. I'm fine with helping you find things you like.
-You need to have no mileage.
-You must be humble and respectful. "Boss babe" attitudes are not attractive to me.
-You cannot have any tattoos or piercings.
-No cosmetic products. It's not good for your body and I am attracted women, not makeup. This includes fake nails and fake eyelashes. I don't need you to look "pretty." You character is more important to me.
-Related to the previous, no use of image filters in photos. I do not like the type of people who are vain and vapid enough to feel the need to use filters on their photos.
-Again related to the previous, you need to have a limited social media presence. If you have a business or post something of value (like art, for example), then I have no problem. What I'm talking about is having an Instagram or Facebook account where you make random posts to nobody in particular to "update" the internet on your life or post tons of pictures of yourself online. Basing your self-worth on the comments and likes from strangers on the internet is unhealthy, and I find people's obsessive need to take pictures of themselves very unattractive and vain.
-If we marry, I expect you treat me as the head of the house. There can't be two leaders in a household because one will have to submit to the other.
-I expect you to view marriage as something that you put work into. Marriages are a team effort, so I expect you to be a help meet.
-You need to treat me like a partner, not an adversary. Getting into arguments and nagging me helps neither of us. You must have conflict-resolution skills and a solution mindset.
-You need excellent communication skills. This means understanding yourself, putting your thoughts into words other people can understand, and verbalizing things rather than expecting me to read your thoughts.
-You cannot play games with me. Telling me about other guys to make me jealous or planning dates for specific days to pressure me into committing to you are wicked and manipulative.
-While we are dating, you cannot have a "backup plan." I expect you to not be splitting your attention between me and other men. This includes spending time outside of work with other men (family excluded).
-You must be in shape. Don't be dishonest with yourself about your weight; check your BMI. This includes being underweight, anorexic, and bulimic.
-You cannot have taken any COVID-19 vaccinations from any provider.
-No smoking, drugs, or drunkenness.
-I expect you to completely renounce fast food if we date or marry. We will never feed our children McDonald's.
What you can expect from me:
-While we are dating, I will not be speaking to other women.
-I cannot meet your height, money, or attractiveness expectations. I am simply an average dude. I am critical, abstract, and imaginative in my thinking though.
-I will not ask you to do something that is unreasonable or demeaning. I will only ask of you what I expect from myself. No relationship is going to be 50/50 100% of the time, but I will put forth the effort I am able to. I expect the same out of you.
-I will not raise my hand against you. My hands will be a safe place for you.
-I will be available to listen to your troubles and help you bear through them.
-I will not demean you or humiliate you, whether or not you are in the room.
-I will show leadership in our house and exercise restraint with a mild temper.
-I will cherish you and treat you as my own body.
-I will devote myself to displaying my love for you in a language you understand, even if I am feeling distant from you because of troubles we face. I expect the same from you.
-I will not turn to another woman and betray you.
-I intend to keep every promise that I make with you.
-I will treat our children with patience and kindness, but diligently discipline them and instruct them appropriately.
Please tell me a bit about yourself and what you expect out of a relationship, but be practical and clear. A list of platitudes like "loyal, honest, etc" does not help me understand what you're looking for. Think about what your expectations look like in a tangible, everyday way.

yes ofc i get going to a studio is better. but i can’t afford that for a long time if ever and a messed up tattoo is causing me daily displeasure.
so if anyones tried it, thoughts?

Prequel (Chapters 1 to 16)
1. Rise of a Valkyrie
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Gaz turned and saw the girl standing behind him with an expression he could only describe as halfway between anger and curiosity.
“Hello,” he said cautiously.
“Can you stop checking out my friends all the time, it’s super creepy.”
That felt a bit unfair, but he happily demurred. “Sorry If I made you uncomfortable,” he said. “I’ll be sure to keep my eyes on the bar.”
He turned away, then felt an insistent tapping on his shoulder.
“Hey again,” she said.
“Hi.”
“So, are you just down here from Rackeye, or what’s your story?”
Gaz took a moment to study the young woman. She was staring at him in a way that put him in mind of an inexperienced noncom—awkwardly insistent, though not unfriendly, and completely socially oblivious.
“I’m from off-world,” he said. “Just down here on business.”
She crossed her arms. “What kind of business do off-worlders have in Zula?”
“I’m a private investigator, but I guess I’m not very good if I don’t blend in.” He sniffed his clothes. “Do you know where I can get some of that farm smell you were talking about earlier?”
She stared at him in silence for a moment, then burst out laughing. Too loudly, Gaz decided, which meant she was uncomfortable.
“You have to hang out with the locals more,” she said cheerfully.
“Hey, Kayla,” a stern voice said.
Two of the woman’s friends arrived, one of whom grabbed her arm.
“We’re having this really serious disagreement, and we need you to step in,” the friend said.
Next to her, an oriental looking woman fixed Gaz with an annoyed scowl.
“What? Really?” Kayla said, and glanced back at Gaz. “But I was—”
“Now. You need to come back to the table,” her friend insisted.
Gaz read the unspoken message and downed his drink. “Excuse me,” he said. “I was just leaving.”
He didn’t look back as he stepped out into the night, his mind buzzing with questions about VennZech, and what Kite’s information might have meant. The only thing he knew for sure was that they were a long way from reaching the kids that desperately needed their help.
***
“Are you out of your mind?” Lyna hissed as she steered Kayla back to their table.
“What the hell?” Kayla complained as she was forced back into her seat. “I was just breaking the ice before you interrupted.”
“That was a Frontier Marine,” Bao said. “Didn’t you see the tattoos on his neck?”
Kayla stared at her impatiently. “So?”
“You can’t go and chat up military,” Tian explained. “That’s just asking for trouble.”
“Oh come on, they’re not all evil. Besides, we probably have things in common.”
Lyna’s eyes widened with intent. “That you are forbidden from talking about.”
“That’s only half the problem,” Tian added. “You do not want to try and date military guys. Your personalities are basically identical.”
Kayla’s brow creased. She was already getting confused. “Is that a bad thing?”
“Oh my god, yes,” Tian said. “You’ll be trying to kill each other by the end of the week. Trust me on this, it goes so badly.”
“Okay but… I dunno, that sounds kind of fun.”
“You poor misguided soul,” Lyna said sympathetically. “You need a quiet intellectual type with a thing for tomboys. Please, let us share our accumulated wisdom, so we can save you from painful mistakes.”
Kayla rolled her eyes, but signaled her acceptance. It was nice to have friends watching out for her. Over in the corner, she caught sight of Christie and Thandi, with a woman she didn’t recognize.
“Christie’s here, I’ll catch up with you in a bit,” she said.
Kayla sank into a seat next to Thandi, who flashed her a questioning look. Kayla shrugged and tilted her head—they would talk later.
“Hi Christie,” she said politely. “Who’s this?”
“Ah, my good friend Kayla Barnes,” Christie said in introduction. “Allow me to present Moiray Gallan.”
“You with Forest?” Kayla demanded, before catching Thandi’s slowly shaking head and wide eyes.
“I met Moiray in Rackeye,” Christie said smoothly. “I thought I’d tempt her out into the wider world.”
“Wait, who are you with?” Kayla said again.
She’d had a bit to drink already and after the terror of approaching a guy for the first time in her life, was having trouble focusing. A swift tap on the shin from Thandi’s foot woke her up a little. She was missing something very important.
“Moiray is Christie’s date,” Thandi said.
A couple of insistent thoughts tried to push their way into Kayla’s mind, and one got there leaps and bounds ahead of the others.
“Oh,” Kayla said, “so, you’re a Helvet?”
“Gosh, do you think anyone will notice?” Moiray said nervously. “I hope I don’t get in trouble. They make such a fuss about the danger out here, but I always thought it was a bit um… hyperbolic.”
Kayla narrowed her eyes at Christie, who narrowed them back in return.
“It’s true there is some tension with the colonists,” Christie said, “but we are in no danger around my friends.”
She said this with another threatening look at Kayla, whose remaining flash of introspection finally managed to catch up.
“Christie!” she declared in surprise. “You didn’t tell me you were gay!”
An awkward silence covered the group, while Thandi slowly put her head in her hands. Christie returned Kayla’s insistent expression with a polite smile.
“First of all,” Christie said, “I’d like to thank you for wrapping up my personality and shoving it into your neatly labelled little box. I date people I am attracted to. I am attracted to Moiray.”
“Okay,” Kayla said. “My bad.” She didn’t really understand the difference but was happy to take Christie’s word. “I’m sorry—it’s nice to meet you.” She beamed at Moiray, hoping that sheer enthusiasm would make up for her bad impression.
“Secondly,” Christie went on, “I did not mention my dating preferences because they have not been relevant to any conversation we have had to date. I’m not even sure why it would concern you.”
Kayla felt annoyance escape her control like a slippery fish. “Oh, come on. We’ve been friends for a long time. I feel like I should know these things about you, but you’re so closed off.”
Moiray giggled. “I say that all the time.”
“Oh,” Christie turned to her with an evil smile. “Kayla isn’t really my friend. She’s more an experiment; my attempt to see if the savage natives can be educated and civilized.”
Kayla hissed between her teeth. “Mean girl confusing and complicated. Kayla want smash.”
“So, Moiray, you work for the art gallery?” Thandi said desperately.
“Just for info,” Kayla interrupted. “I’m not gay. That is, I don’t get attracted to women.”
“Gosh, really?” Christie said, “And why did you feel the need to share that information, exactly?”
“Because, you ass, as friends we should learn more about each other.”
Christie’s eyes gleamed. “Of course, I’m sure it isn’t because you expect me to instantly fall in love with you?”
“Well duh,” Kayla gestured to her herself. “I mean I’m super-hot, and you’re only human.”
“This is great,” Thandi said to no-one in particular. “So awesome. I’m so glad we could share this side of ourselves with innocent people.”
“But Kayla,” Christie purred in a voice that had become slightly more upper class than usual. “Don’t you think I’m rather out of your league?”
“Oh Lord have mercy,” Thandi said as she put her head in her hands.
The silence that followed seemed to extend forever.
Kayla’s glass hit the table with a small splash of liquid. “The hell did you just say to me?”
“Well,” Christie said, in a slightly less confident voice, “I’m interested in intellectual pursuits and culture, and you’re—”
“Smart and interested in lots of different things.”
“Mostly related to um… rapid unscheduled disassembly.”
Kayla’s nostrils flared. “Bullshit. Anyway, you should be more open minded.”
“So, I’m wrong about who I’m attracted to?”
Kayla narrowed her eyes. “Yes.” Her brain caught up with her a moment later, and she turned to the stunned Moiray with a manic smile. “I’m so sorry—you are obviously great together. I hope you both have the happiest relationship. The three of us are kind of like very contentious sisters.”
“Adopted sisters,” Christie said. “From different sides of the tracks.”
“That’s unfair. I had a first-class education, just like yours—I was the second smartest girl in my school, I—”
Kayla stopped and turned away, as a lump caught in her throat. She had been giddy with the carefree evening, and with four of them at the table she had fallen so naturally into an old dynamic. But Moiray was not their fourth, and the realization had hit her with a sickening jolt. The old wound tore itself open, and for a moment she couldn’t speak through the pain.
Even Thandi and Christie had been struck by the moment, as they stared in grim silence at their drinks. Between them, a completely confused Moiray glanced around helplessly.
“Um… what did you say that you do, again?” she asked Thandi in an obvious attempt to find some semblance of normalcy.
Thandi looked up and smiled weakly. “Security. I’m a consultant for um…” she waved a hand. “security planning for venues.”
“We work for the same company,” Christie explained. “You remember I explained that I do data analytics?”
Kayla took in a breath and clawed her mind back to the present. “Yes, and I um…” She swallowed and glanced at Christie, feeling the spirit of mischief returning. Reigniting the offensive would restore her spirits. “I provide onsite tactical support and defensive capability, enabling multi-dimensional uh… threat targeting and response from both a kinetic standpoint, and cyber… uh…” she stopped, her inspiration having suddenly run out of steam.
Christie leaned forward, resting her chin on her hands whilst gazing in mock adoration at Kayla. “Please go on. I could listen to you all night.”
Kayla, irritatingly at a loss, dropped her fingers into her drink and flicked a spray of liquid at her. Christie yelped and ducked away.
“She’s a bodyguard,” Thandi explained.
“Gosh how thrilling,” Moiray exclaimed. “That sounds so dangerous. But don’t you worry you might have to… kill someone?” She said the last partly quietly as though afraid to speak the words.
Kayla rolled her eyes at Christie, who had the decency to look contrite.
“I think I’d manage,” she said coolly.
Christie put a hand on her date’s shoulders. “How are you doing my dear? I did warn you that we were completely crazy.”
Moiray smiled uncertainly. “You have such lively conversations, it’s so fascinating.”
Kayla looked around as a crash disturbed the bar’s atmosphere. Two men had jumped up from their chairs and were squaring off, while Lyna was clutching the arm of one of them.
“Don’t waste your strength on him,” she said nastily, “He’s not worth it.”
Tian jumped between the two furious looking combatants, while Bibi dragged Lyna away. It seemed to take her some effort. When she caught Lyna’s eye, Kayla saw a spark of malicious joy through her drunken gaze.
Over on the other side of the bar, Jess was staring glassily into the eyes of a wary young man while she giggled at nothing. Nearby, Ray waved for Kayla’s attention, then twirled a small circle by her head with a finger.
It was time to leave.
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Prequel (Chapters 1 to 16)
1. Rise of a Valkyrie

Hey yall. I did a 5/6hr tattoo session yesterday and after I finished I was wondering if that would increase my chances of an outbreak, due to the trauma to the skin? I don’t take daily antivirals only when I feel prodrome and I’ll start taking em!

Prequel (Parts 1 to 16)
1. Rise of a Valkyrie
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Gaz turned and saw the girl standing behind him with an expression he could only describe as halfway between anger and curiosity.
“Hello,” he said cautiously.
“Can you stop checking out my friends all the time, it’s super creepy.”
That felt a bit unfair, but he happily demurred. “Sorry If I made you uncomfortable,” he said. “I’ll be sure to keep my eyes on the bar.”
He turned away, then felt an insistent tapping on his shoulder.
“Hey again,” she said.
“Hi.”
“So, are you just down here from Rackeye, or what’s your story?”
Gaz took a moment to study the young woman. She was staring at him in a way that put him in mind of an inexperienced noncom—awkwardly insistent, though not unfriendly, and completely socially oblivious.
“I’m from off-world,” he said. “Just down here on business.”
She crossed her arms. “What kind of business do off-worlders have in Zula?”
“I’m a private investigator, but I guess I’m not very good if I don’t blend in.” He sniffed his clothes. “Do you know where I can get some of that farm smell you were talking about earlier?”
She stared at him in silence for a moment, then burst out laughing. Too loudly, Gaz decided, which meant she was uncomfortable.
“You have to hang out with the locals more,” she said cheerfully.
“Hey, Kayla,” a stern voice said.
Two of the woman’s friends arrived, one of whom grabbed her arm.
“We’re having this really serious disagreement, and we need you to step in,” the friend said.
Next to her, an oriental looking woman fixed Gaz with an annoyed scowl.
“What? Really?” Kayla said, and glanced back at Gaz. “But I was—”
“Now. You need to come back to the table,” her friend insisted.
Gaz read the unspoken message and downed his drink. “Excuse me,” he said. “I was just leaving.”
He didn’t look back as he stepped out into the night, his mind buzzing with questions about VennZech, and what Kite’s information might have meant. The only thing he knew for sure was that they were a long way from reaching the kids that desperately needed their help.
***
“Are you out of your mind?” Lyna hissed as she steered Kayla back to their table.
“What the hell?” Kayla complained as she was forced back into her seat. “I was just breaking the ice before you interrupted.”
“That was a Frontier Marine,” Bao said. “Didn’t you see the tattoos on his neck?”
Kayla stared at her impatiently. “So?”
“You can’t go and chat up military,” Tian explained. “That’s just asking for trouble.”
“Oh come on, they’re not all evil. Besides, we probably have things in common.”
Lyna’s eyes widened with intent. “That you are forbidden from talking about.”
“That’s only half the problem,” Tian added. “You do not want to try and date military guys. Your personalities are basically identical.”
Kayla’s brow creased. She was already getting confused. “Is that a bad thing?”
“Oh my god, yes,” Tian said. “You’ll be trying to kill each other by the end of the week. Trust me on this, it goes so badly.”
“Okay but… I dunno, that sounds kind of fun.”
“You poor misguided soul,” Lyna said sympathetically. “You need a quiet intellectual type with a thing for tomboys. Please, let us share our accumulated wisdom, so we can save you from painful mistakes.”
Kayla rolled her eyes, but signaled her acceptance. It was nice to have friends watching out for her. Over in the corner, she caught sight of Christie and Thandi, with a woman she didn’t recognize.
“Christie’s here, I’ll catch up with you in a bit,” she said.
Kayla sank into a seat next to Thandi, who flashed her a questioning look. Kayla shrugged and tilted her head—they would talk later.
“Hi Christie,” she said politely. “Who’s this?”
“Ah, my good friend Kayla Barnes,” Christie said in introduction. “Allow me to present Moiray Gallan.”
“You with Forest?” Kayla demanded, before catching Thandi’s slowly shaking head and wide eyes.
“I met Moiray in Rackeye,” Christie said smoothly. “I thought I’d tempt her out into the wider world.”
“Wait, who are you with?” Kayla said again.
She’d had a bit to drink already and after the terror of approaching a guy for the first time in her life, was having trouble focusing. A swift tap on the shin from Thandi’s foot woke her up a little. She was missing something very important.
“Moiray is Christie’s date,” Thandi said.
A couple of insistent thoughts tried to push their way into Kayla’s mind, and one got there leaps and bounds ahead of the others.
“Oh,” Kayla said, “so, you’re a Helvet?”
“Gosh, do you think anyone will notice?” Moiray said nervously. “I hope I don’t get in trouble. They make such a fuss about the danger out here, but I always thought it was a bit um… hyperbolic.”
Kayla narrowed her eyes at Christie, who narrowed them back in return.
“It’s true there is some tension with the colonists,” Christie said, “but we are in no danger around my friends.”
She said this with another threatening look at Kayla, whose remaining flash of introspection finally managed to catch up.
“Christie!” she declared in surprise. “You didn’t tell me you were gay!”
An awkward silence covered the group, while Thandi slowly put her head in her hands. Christie returned Kayla’s insistent expression with a polite smile.
“First of all,” Christie said, “I’d like to thank you for wrapping up my personality and shoving it into your neatly labelled little box. I date people I am attracted to. I am attracted to Moiray.”
“Okay,” Kayla said. “My bad.” She didn’t really understand the difference but was happy to take Christie’s word. “I’m sorry—it’s nice to meet you.” She beamed at Moiray, hoping that sheer enthusiasm would make up for her bad impression.
“Secondly,” Christie went on, “I did not mention my dating preferences because they have not been relevant to any conversation we have had to date. I’m not even sure why it would concern you.”
Kayla felt annoyance escape her control like a slippery fish. “Oh, come on. We’ve been friends for a long time. I feel like I should know these things about you, but you’re so closed off.”
Moiray giggled. “I say that all the time.”
“Oh,” Christie turned to her with an evil smile. “Kayla isn’t really my friend. She’s more an experiment; my attempt to see if the savage natives can be educated and civilized.”
Kayla hissed between her teeth. “Mean girl confusing and complicated. Kayla want smash.”
“So, Moiray, you work for the art gallery?” Thandi said desperately.
“Just for info,” Kayla interrupted. “I’m not gay. That is, I don’t get attracted to women.”
“Gosh, really?” Christie said, “And why did you feel the need to share that information, exactly?”
“Because, you ass, as friends we should learn more about each other.”
Christie’s eyes gleamed. “Of course, I’m sure it isn’t because you expect me to instantly fall in love with you?”
“Well duh,” Kayla gestured to her herself. “I mean I’m super-hot, and you’re only human.”
“This is great,” Thandi said to no-one in particular. “So awesome. I’m so glad we could share this side of ourselves with innocent people.”
“But Kayla,” Christie purred in a voice that had become slightly more upper class than usual. “Don’t you think I’m rather out of your league?”
“Oh Lord have mercy,” Thandi said as she put her head in her hands.
The silence that followed seemed to extend forever.
Kayla’s glass hit the table with a small splash of liquid. “The hell did you just say to me?”
“Well,” Christie said, in a slightly less confident voice, “I’m interested in intellectual pursuits and culture, and you’re—”
“Smart and interested in lots of different things.”
“Mostly related to um… rapid unscheduled disassembly.”
Kayla’s nostrils flared. “Bullshit. Anyway, you should be more open minded.”
“So, I’m wrong about who I’m attracted to?”
Kayla narrowed her eyes. “Yes.” Her brain caught up with her a moment later, and she turned to the stunned Moiray with a manic smile. “I’m so sorry—you are obviously great together. I hope you both have the happiest relationship. The three of us are kind of like very contentious sisters.”
“Adopted sisters,” Christie said. “From different sides of the tracks.”
“That’s unfair. I had a first-class education, just like yours—I was the second smartest girl in my school, I—”
Kayla stopped and turned away, as a lump caught in her throat. She had been giddy with the carefree evening, and with four of them at the table she had fallen so naturally into an old dynamic. But Moiray was not their fourth, and the realization had hit her with a sickening jolt. The old wound tore itself open, and for a moment she couldn’t speak through the pain.
Even Thandi and Christie had been struck by the moment, as they stared in grim silence at their drinks. Between them, a completely confused Moiray glanced around helplessly.
“Um… what did you say that you do, again?” she asked Thandi in an obvious attempt to find some semblance of normalcy.
Thandi looked up and smiled weakly. “Security. I’m a consultant for um…” she waved a hand. “security planning for venues.”
“We work for the same company,” Christie explained. “You remember I explained that I do data analytics?”
Kayla took in a breath and clawed her mind back to the present. “Yes, and I um…” She swallowed and glanced at Christie, feeling the spirit of mischief returning. Reigniting the offensive would restore her spirits. “I provide onsite tactical support and defensive capability, enabling multi-dimensional uh… threat targeting and response from both a kinetic standpoint, and cyber… uh…” she stopped, her inspiration having suddenly run out of steam.
Christie leaned forward, resting her chin on her hands whilst gazing in mock adoration at Kayla. “Please go on. I could listen to you all night.”
Kayla, irritatingly at a loss, dropped her fingers into her drink and flicked a spray of liquid at her. Christie yelped and ducked away.
“She’s a bodyguard,” Thandi explained.
“Gosh how thrilling,” Moiray exclaimed. “That sounds so dangerous. But don’t you worry you might have to… kill someone?” She said the last partly quietly as though afraid to speak the words.
Kayla rolled her eyes at Christie, who had the decency to look contrite.
“I think I’d manage,” she said coolly.
Christie put a hand on her date’s shoulders. “How are you doing my dear? I did warn you that we were completely crazy.”
Moiray smiled uncertainly. “You have such lively conversations, it’s so fascinating.”
Kayla looked around as a crash disturbed the bar’s atmosphere. Two men had jumped up from their chairs and were squaring off, while Lyna was clutching the arm of one of them.
“Don’t waste your strength on him,” she said nastily, “He’s not worth it.”
Tian jumped between the two furious looking combatants, while Bibi dragged Lyna away. It seemed to take her some effort. When she caught Lyna’s eye, Kayla saw a spark of malicious joy through her drunken gaze.
Over on the other side of the bar, Jess was staring glassily into the eyes of a wary young man while she giggled at nothing. Nearby, Ray waved for Kayla’s attention, then twirled a small circle by her head with a finger.
It was time to leave.
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Prequel (Parts 1 to 16)
1. Rise of a Valkyrie

I’ve been single for months and I can’t help but feel this constant emptiness everyday that only a special someone can fulfill. Being single is fun and all but I think its time to enjoy life with someone. Will you take a risk with me?
About me:
•5’1 •Curvy •Morena •Chinita •From NCR •I have two tattoos(so if you’re not into that, you can skip) •I can converse well in English and Tagalog •My hobbies/interests are: binge watching on Netflix, reading novels, cooking & baking, and listening to music. •Working as a Freelancer and a College Student at the same time •Clingy once we’re close •Replies Fast •I also prefer voice call over chatting (if we’re both free lang naman ofc)
About you:
•Taller than me please🥹 •23 and above •Working •Clingy and Malambing please (pero dapat sakin lang lol) •Ready for Commitment please lang🥹 •plus points agad if you have a muscly biceps(idk why they’re my weakness) •and will also be a good thing if you’re in NCR, if not, okay lang din hihi
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Basically, I have my first session in August for my back piece. I’m completely untattooed, but luckily, I’m not really nervous for it. My concern would be that I always read people saying the back should cover the ass and go to around half way through the thigh. I see a lot of people say they don’t want to do this because of the pain. To me, that’s odd because I’m prepared for whatever pain there is (it’s a tattoo it’s gonna hurt, so whatever). I just feel like it personally isn’t as aesthetically pleasing as ending like half way through the ass. Any thoughts? I know people say it looks unfinished

Hello users of Reddit (sorry in advance for this long story), I’m (20f) honestly never thought I’d be making a post about my own personal experience and asking a very heavy question but there is something I’ve been struggling with since last November and I need opinions from outside eyes.
Ok here’s the beginning of the story. This story takes place when I had just ended my college semester and now I’m in summer break. Normally during the summers I work multiple jobs so I can a lot of money for the next school semester and for myself. I was a nanny at the time with an agency in Los Angeles and I had transferred to a different county so I can be closer to home and still work. My grandmother who doesn’t live too far from my mom offered my a job that she HRs for. I instantly took the job because I remember going there all the time when I was little and thought it would be cool to work somewhere I have core memories with. I worked with this company (which is a petting zoo) from the beginning of June till the end of August. While working there I was told how the manager (35m) was so kind and a good guy. At the time I thought he was a good leader and he would compliment me all the time to me and the owner how good my work ethic was. There something about him that I was infatuated with. It wasn’t his looks btw. He is very skinny, almost abnormal, had many tattoos all over his body and piercing on his face. He used to have gages in his ears but had taken them out because one earlobe ripped so earlobes were very long. I was definitely shocked when I met him and intimidated but showed me a lot of compassion being the new girl who has no prior experience with animals. We talked a lot and started to get to know each other and would have me do tasks that had me in close proximity to him. I found out that we had gone through sexual assault in our childhoods. I experienced it with my father and he had it with his older sister.
So now that I’m done with the backstory here’s the tea. I had always felt alone because no one that I knew had gone through sexual assault. So now that I met someone who understood what I had been through I had clung on to this idea we could be good friends and help each other. There were a couple of times he would drive me home from work because he and my grandma lives in the same apt complex and while I was working at the zoo I’d stay with my grandma. The more we talked the more we started hanging out outside of work. It all started when he drove me home and invited me up to his apt to smoke weed with him. He kept innocently complimenting me and me being high out of my mind I didn’t think much of it. I went over to his place again and I quickly found out he had a major drinking problem. He started getting talking deeply about our trauma and he began to be inappropriate with me. He told me I was very mature for my age and kept asking me about my sexual preferences. At the time I just thought he was drunk and didn’t mean what he said especially since he told me later he blacked out and doesn’t remember what was said. After I left the company he had said “now that I’m not your manager I can be inappropriate with you” there were multiple times he tried to kiss me and bluntly said “if I wanted to experience other people” at the time my body count was at one and I told him no. But being in his drunken state he started crying. He told me “your the only person who understands more then anyone and I wanted more.” I felt uncomfortable that my friend was talking to me this way so I left his apartment. I wish I could say it ends here but it doesn’t. I came back over and over again and whenever he got embarrassed by his drunken behavior he would grab more alcohol so he could forget even though I told him how I felt uncomfortable with him drinking in general. One night he kept telling me over and over how he wanted to fuck me and kept crying when I said no. I finally said let’s watch a movie thinking it would get him to stop talking (it didn’t make him stop) he kept persisting and stroking my legs I threatened I would leave and when he didn’t stop I went home. I was so involved in this trauma bond that I forgave his behavior. He kept promising me he’s sober up and fix his behavior but never did. He would buy me alcohol and drink to whole bottle before I got to it.
Eventually I went into a really bad depression and had checked out of reality. And when I went over to his apt he finally kissed me and we had sex. I felt also felt that maybe if I gave in then it won’t be a problem anymore. The morning after it first happened he wouldn’t let me sleep. He kept slapping my ass and groping me and I kept telling him to stop then he pressured me to kiss him while he jerked off. This continued for two months. He had me only be monogamous to him and started showing he wanted more with me. When the anniversary of my dad’s passing came around my depression had gotten even worse. I had started cutting and isolating myself from my family and only talking to said manager. We had started having sex even though it was clear I didn’t want to but I had felt like this puppet he was controlling. I told him I didn’t want to and didn’t want to continue and he said “well fuck me I guess” I had snapped into reality and practically kicked him out of my place. I don’t know why I went off on him then and not the other times he made me uncomfortable but whatever. He begged me for more over text and told me he fell in love with me but never apologized for what happened that night. He also told me he wanted a family with me. I eventually kicked him out of my life. Now I’ve been here thinking if this was self inflicted and not assault or if it was. So if you made it this far please give me your input I just need brutal honesty.
P.S. we did lots of fun adventures together like the beach, universal horror nights, etc. but I covered the main points.

I’m thinking about getting a piercing And I’m booked in for a tattoo( a menopause stamp 😝, tattoos I’m less worried about) . The piercing I want is through ear cartilage. I haven’t had a piercing in over 10 years and as I’ve just started HRT my hormones are going to take a while to settle( hopefully). I’m presuming my estrogen is low and so I’m pretty concerned that my healing might be really bad. I’m 40 btw and generally notice my healing is slow but it’s been along time since having any serious injury to know for sure. Have any of you lovely ppl had serious injury or piercings and how did you find healing as a peri menopausal/ menopausal women? X

SWT (theory) lost my subscription: all he does is rant and complain/nitpick about the latest content.
I feel that I used to love watching SWTs videos, but now I don’t even enjoy seeing them due to how SWT negatively reviews the content. I wish he would just enjoy the fact that Disney is literally creating more and more content for generations of Star Wars fans to come and really making these projects, rather than doing nothing. Multiple shows and movies and the horizon that I myself am just ecstatic to have coming, even the Kid-oriented shows. I hope he starts to ease off of how Star Wars has changed from GL’s vision of what the universe should be, and gets that excitement back for himself, and fom the audience rather than the Angry reviews and negative comments. He’s doing well with his saber business and thats really awesome, but if he isn’t into the content anymore and is just gonna drag the people who put the blood sweat and tears of their careers into these productions, than he should just focus on the content that he is creating, such as the Vader series (that I myself am so excited for).
I have been a Star Wars fan since I was a kid (est. 97), collecting toys, book series, comics, graphic novels, with several Star Wars tattoos and always digesting the content that was out there (Expanded Universe) before it became Legends (which although I was disappointed that happened, I was just happy we were going to keep getting more content), and and have just remained a happy satisfied camper through the Disney acquisition.
Update: I was given a bunch of more positive options for other YT channels that I am definitely going to check out.

I don’t know, I find the video on tik tok to be a little suss.. seems like it was posted just to make some money out of it for a tattoo cover, and I know she posted the Kendrick reference song on Instagram. But is it possible she’s been hacked by both accounts? I wouldn’t donate any money to her go fund me until she gets online and confirms it’s real

Hey! I'm looking for someone I can take out on dates, as well as hang out and chill with. I'm not in a rush to jump into something super serious straight away, but if a real connection grows from our time together, that would be amazing. Also I don’t mind traveling so I’m good with however far you are.
About me: I stand at 6 foot 1, rocking a short beard and proudly displaying lots of tattoos. As a pretty decent chef, rest assured you won't starve while you're around me! I’m into all genres of music, especially pop punk and hip hop. I enjoy impromptu adventures, giving epic shower concerts (Not to be missed), and basking in lazy days filled with drinks and great movies.
I have to admit, talking about myself isn't my strong suit. So, if you'd like to know more, feel free to drop me a message anytime. Let's see where this journey takes us! Bonus points if you add a selfie with your message.

Glaūl's cursive script, in order from left to right:
a ā b c d e ē ë f g h i ī l m n o ō ô p r s t u ū û v w x y z
/ɑ aː b q d e ə eː f jʰ (only at the end of words) h i iː l m n o oː ø, øː p r s t u uː y, yː v w [x is not pronounced] j, jː z [ts if at the end]/
It is ordered in latin alphabetical order.
What do you think? Where should I improve on it?