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2023.05.30 19:02 PettyVedder Pre-Wedding Acne Scarring - Routine Help!

I have oily skin and hormonal acne (29F) and residual scarring from having acne since I was a teenager. During the pandemic I learned a ton about skincare and experimented with a few products, and bought a few of (what seem like) the most promising products/prescriptions I could find, within my budget. I was prescribed Tretinoin and Spironolactone, both of which I love and have just re-ordered through NuRX.
Now, with the addition of other products, I'm worried that I might be doing too much to get my skin in it's best shape before my Big Day in October! I'm trying to combat/prevent current acne whilst lightening dark spots and keeping skin hydrated/plump/protected all at once .
This is NOT my current routine -- but I've listed a few products I'd like to consider using and really love separately... any thoughts on what may work best, paired together?

Farmacy - whipped greens cleanser or TULA Cult Classic cleanser
Byoma - Balancing Face Mist OR Naturium - Niacinamide Skin Mist 2% (w/ HA)
Topicals - FADED serum
Biossance - Squalene + Vitamin C Rose Oil
Byoma - de-puff and brightening eye cream (vitamin C based)
Saturday Skin - Waterfall Glacier Water Cream OR e.l.f. Holy Hydration! Face Cream
Innisfree - Daily UV Defense SPF 36

BYOMA Milky Oil Face Cleanser OR e.l.f. cleansing balm
Farmacy - whipped greens cleanser or TULA Cult Classic cleanser
Byoma - Balancing Face Mist OR Naturium - Niacinamide Skin Mist 2% (w/ HA)
Byoma - de-puff and brightening eye cream
Krave Beauty - Great Barrier Repair serum OR Naturium Squalene Oil
Tretinoin - Rx prescribed by NURX (works amazingly - can't live without!)
Saturday Skin - Waterfall Glacier Water Cream OR Byoma Moisturizing Rich Cream

I have a handful of other products (sleeping masks, various serums, cleansing balms, SPFs) I could swap out so suggestions are totally welcome - and I know this routine is likely too much for any normal person on Tret! Pleeeaseeeee help :)
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2023.05.30 18:59 AdEconomy2566 New Enclosure Help/Rating!

New Enclosure Help/Rating!
Hi! I'm a new (proper care) hamster owner with my little Syrian boy Augustus. I was hoping to see if people could help me out with my enclosure. I'll provide a list of what I have below and things that I'm planning to get. Also, little Augustus is in the last 2 images 🍓
I give him fresh water daily, a scattered mix of forage, fresh vegetables every other day, and 1.5 tsp of a mix of an Etsy business hamster food (mix of seeds, mealworms, oats, dried herbs and flowers) and Oxbow hamster essentials (what he had at the petstore. I'm weening him off it and won't buy another bag after it's done).
Augustus has a Pawhut cage that came with two shelves, but I removed them. I cut one of them to use as a barrier between his natural Kaytee paper bedding and the Eco-Earth coco fiber that takes up 1/3 of his cage. His bedding slopes a bit, but at the highest point, he has 10-11 inches of bedding.
What I have: • Multi-chamber hide (3 compartments) • Ceramic mushroom hide • 2 coconut hides • Multi-hole hide • Softwood hide (I carved and sanded off the dried resin as well as most of the bark to avoid splinters. No nails used, only hamster safe glue per the website) • Corn husk hide • 2 bendy wood bridges • Ceramic critter bath hide (litter box) • Sand bath with Repti Sand (all natural, no calcium) • 11 inch wooden wheel • Niteangel platform to support heavy mushroom hide and food/water bowls • Marble cooling slab • 2 cork bark • Hay tunnel • Timothy mat • Millet sprays • Toys: 2 toilet paper tubes, corn husk pompom, barrel chew, hamster-safe sticks, a few chunks of cork bark
What I'm planning on getting: • Grape wood branches (will replace center cork bark) • More varied sprays • Niteangel forest moss • Willow tunnel • New acrylic sandbath with lid to keep out coco fiber • A plastic Niteangel wheel that I'll replace the wooden one with when it gets too dirty
Anyways, that's everything! Please let me know what I can improve on! Augustus and I would greatly appreciate it 🍓
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2023.05.30 18:58 barsunk Forearms burning when playing fast pieces? Technique problem?

Hi, I (19F) am a amateur pianist, I went to lessons up until I was about 15 but have been teaching myself ever since as I found doing grade pieces boring 😬.
Only problem is, this means I never really learned proper technique of my posture and the pedals etc. and if I have I’ve forgotten and got into bad habits
I’ve recently been playing Ludovico Einaudi’s Melodia Africana III but I find when I get about 3 minutes in my forearms start burning from how fast I’m going and I find it hard to continue. I feel like this isn’t supposed to happen.
I don’t know how to describe my hand posture but I took a video of myself and my fingers are kind of curved, almost flat (not bent at the joints) and I play with the soft pad of the top of my fingers rather than the tips as I have long nails. My fingers lift up off the keys when they’re not playing a note, particularly my pinkies.
Any advice? Thanks
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2023.05.30 18:58 GoodBitchOfTheSouth Aggressive 19 Month Old

I occasionally watch two extra children in my home (two-three days a week). My daughter is so sweet and loving. But she’s all of a sudden she’s become vicious towards one boy. She loves him and asks to play with him all the time. But for the last week or so she’s been scratching and biting him anytime I turn my back! We try to gentle parent by removing her and toy they are fighting over, telling her that we don’t put hands on other people, then redirecting. But it isn’t working. I have now resorted to yelling “no” and putting her in time out. Well today while I was distracted she went feral and really got him. It’s escalating. What do I do to get through to her that this isn’t ok? The poor boy looks like he’s in a baby fight club. I have reached out to my pediatrician but haven’t had the appointment yet. I have filed her nails and she won’t keep gloves on. I’ve considered telling the parents that I can’t watch the boy appropriately because I can’t have eyes on them 24/7. But I feel like this is treating a symptom instead of the problem. It’s breaking my heart that she singles him out and I can’t understand why.
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2023.05.30 18:56 blahhhhhhhhhhhhhhalb My Pegging Story 🍯🍺

A quick note on pegging… This is not going to be an instruction manual; there are plenty of those already. This is more about how it makes me feel.
Being penetrated is a very intimate sex act that everyone should experience, regardless of your gender or perceived sexual orientation. Being a woman, I am obviously quite familiar with being penetrated during sex but first time I was the one doing the penetrating… it was a life-changing experience and such a rush of emotions.
The first time I used a strap-on was with a woman and, emotionally, penetrating her was so beautiful that, afterwards, I was a changed person. We held each other and, frankly, a was a little teary eyed. The most profound detail was how she lovingly took me inside of her, such grace in that beautiful act of femineity. I felt so special to be the one inside of her. When I’m penetrated, and I take you inside of me, I’m giving all of me to you. I had no idea that when you penetrate, you can feel your partner giving themselves to you and just how very special that moment is for you both. Now, the other side of penetrating is the control I got to experience. I decided how she would be fucked. My thrusts ventured deeply inside of her body… inside her most delicate and guarded area. I felt intoxicatedly powerful.
Now, when you peg a man, it’s all those things AND SO MUCH MORE!! As a woman, being powerful during vaginal penetrative sex is more about your confidence than anything else because you are still the one getting fucked, even if you’re with the most caring and gentle lover. You are powerful for feeling how valuable your sex is and that you CHOOSE to give yourself to your partner. Now, when you peg a man… OMG! WOW! You probably feel MORE power and MORE control than what a man feels when he fucks you!
And the crazy thing is… men love being pegged. Especially when it’s being done by a woman they are incredibly attracted to who knows what they are doing. I kno
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2023.05.30 18:55 Cucaracha3 Beautiful Blonde Gets Her Amazing Ass Creampied

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2023.05.30 18:55 Ritapedorri Beautiful asian chick gets fucked at the hospital

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2023.05.30 18:54 sydfunctional Compulsive Scratching and Biting?

Hi all,
My dog Layla is an almost-8-year-old Jack Russell Terrier.
She's probably the visibly happiest dog I've ever seen, her tail is always wagging and she loves people.
But, the older she's gotten, and more so in the past year, she's been licking and biting and scratching herself to oblivion.
The vets have given her different allergy medications that don't work. We've switched her food 14 times. We tried anti bite and lick sprays and they work for a bit until she stops caring and does it anyway. We tried the collars/cones which worked the best, but she still finds a way to get past some of them.
I want my dad to get her an allergy test just to see but he's adverse to spending any more money on things that "won't work".
Can anyone give any tips on how to reduce this? It's to the point where she hurts herself because of it.
She used to have beautiful fur and eyes, now she has dark circles around them from scratching so much and raw, red paws.
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2023.05.30 18:53 Furiousvampire114 🗿

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2023.05.30 18:53 begin-afresh-afresh- Brightly-colored harp as your only instrument - bad choice?

I'm "upgrading" from a Pakistani harp to a Harpsicle (can't really afford anything else and I'm in need of a bettelighter harp semi-urgently).
I have a choice between special edition in cherry and red stain. Now, I love the red one because I think it might... impress people? Say what you want about Pakistani harps, but they look beautiful to non-harpists, and my harp always draws attention. Harpsicles are more petite and simplistic in design, and I'm worried about losing out on the "wow, a harp" reaction with it. So I was thinking maybe a bright colour, dark red in this case, might "make up" for it.
On the other hand, a wooden harp just looks more "professional" and seems like a safer choice? I have this feeling that maybe people are more impressed when they see a "classic" looking harp, while a red one will be perceived more like a quirk/toy.
For context, I plan on busking with the harp and playing with a college(ish) band where we play rock and pop punk covers at various parties and events. People are always blown out that we have a harp, so that's why I'm worried about keeping up that impression. (I am learning the harp more seriously as well, but these are my current "real-life" applications)
So, what are your opinions on this? If I had a more serious instrument as my main one and was only getting a Harpsicle just for busking/playing in a rock band, I would definitely go for a bright colour, but since it will be my only instrument for likely a long time, I'm in a lot of doubt.
Would really appreciate to hear some perspectives! It's (unfortunately) a big decision for me financially and having a spot in this band is also important to me, so I'm scared to mess up.
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2023.05.30 18:52 DarkOompaLoompa 30 [M4R] Midwest - Currently doing some grading, wouldn't mind some company

I am finding myself doing a lot of grading at home due to the days being quite busy lately, I would like to chat with someone while I do. I am Alex, I teach psychology in a community college. I am somewhat new to this, but I've been involved with academia and research since I started studying.
A little bit about me, I am a homebody who enjoys working out, playing music and reading. I've been trying to get back into videogames and I would love some help with this! I also have a dog, a german shepherd, his name is Bruno and he is a goof ball. I enjoy taking him out for walks and playing with him.
I really enjoy day transitions, as in, twilight, the dawn, dusk, it is just a beautiful moment which I aim to fully enjoy as much as I can, if you also feel like this, that's great and you have no idea how enjoyable that is.
Anyways, I hope you find this post interesting enough to want to pm or chat me. I will try to answer any questions you might have
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2023.05.30 18:52 DarkOompaLoompa 30M - Doing some grading for my class, come say hi

I am finding myself doing a lot of grading at home due to the days being quite busy lately, I would like to chat with someone while I do. I am Alex, I teach psychology in a community college. I am somewhat new to this, but I've been involved with academia and research since I started studying.
A little bit about me, I am a homebody who enjoys working out, playing music and reading. I've been trying to get back into videogames and I would love some help with this! I also have a dog, a german shepherd, his name is Bruno and he is a goof ball. I enjoy taking him out for walks and playing with him.
I really enjoy day transitions, as in, twilight, the dawn, dusk, it is just a beautiful moment which I aim to fully enjoy as much as I can, if you also feel like this, that's great and you have no idea how enjoyable that is.
Anyways, I hope you find this post interesting enough to want to pm or chat me. I will try to answer any questions you might have
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2023.05.30 18:50 cupcakesordeath Post Pandemic + Self Care

I'm in this really weird space right now and was curious if anyone out there has been in a similar rut.
During the pandemic, I was seeing this guy and so I was making more of an effort to keep up appearances. We stopped dating and I just stopped trying to impress anyone. I also work with an office full of guys so I don't really go out of my way to dress cute. I just try to blend in.
As a result, I just really haven't taken care of myself. I do skincare. But like stopped following makeup, haven't really shopped for new clothes, haven't gotten my nails done, etc. I finally went and got my hair cut last month instead of just rolling into a cheap salon and getting it trimmed.
I feel like a feral woman at this point, haha. I know I need to start making some kind of effort but I'm just struggling on why. I'm not interested in dating. My dog doesn't care what I wear. I don't know.
Is this my mid-life crisis?
Anyone out there hit a weird similar rut in their life?
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2023.05.30 18:49 Veniceisdrowning Relationships mess with my head. Single is the best!

Everyone in the world around me [26F] in is getting married, and it makes me feel single AF. I get on these sad moments where I start using dating apps. Find someone and realize I don't have the energy to be in a relationship.
I grew up very much being alone. I had friends and went out to play. I wasn't a loner, but I could spend HOURS in the my room doing whatever I wanted.
Everytime I get into a relationship I change myself to suit the needs of my partner. People will say you haven't found the right person, but I never feel sad when a relationship is over. I feel relieved and happy. Like a breath of fresh air.
Even if I spend too long with people, I need to be alone and do my own thing. I get exhausted from trying to accommodate other people.
I love doing my own thing, being my own person. I'm not alone. I have a an extremely close relationship with who I call my platonic love sister (not bio). We met in university and I know that nobody will come first before her.
I've accomplished so much alone. I just came back from living in Korea for 2yrs, and I'm going back to school to be a teacher. After, the world is my oyster and I'm ready to keep going.
Whenever I get in a relationship I start thinking about changing those plans until I realize that I'm not in a relationship for myself, but for other people.
Alone I'm creative, beautiful, adventurous, and do things that make me happy. I never stress over little things.
I just need to find love in myself to be alone and realize that I'm different. A relationship won't complete me, but following my dreams will.
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2023.05.30 18:49 Ubsirdity [3933] Chapter 1: Aufbruch of- The Feathered Starfish

Not sure If I am using the flair correctly, I'm not sure how to edit it to say what I want...? Any tips would be helpful..
Since I've begun reading some american literature, I am very fascinated with Hunter S Tompson, his work Fear and Loathing and his Style of writing.
To share my love of his work I am working on a book called "The Feathered Starfish" using his style or GONZO style journalism.
This work is 60% an auto biography if not more, most of the things you will read happened, the drugs consumed, the happenings, the psychosis induced meth stupors, the near death experiences, the memories, they are all real experiences coming from myself- Michael Worthy Duke, and my best homie Josh Carr.
I do add many quotes of Hunters into the book, just for fun, he'd a legend in my eyes.
I have just did my first revision of chapter one, and I will post it on reddit to gain some constructive criticism.
Any and all criticism is welcomed this is my first time writing anything.
Chapter 1: Aufbruch
In the desolate confines of a decrepit apartment in Buckhannon, West Virginia, Duke slouched over his grimy desk, a faint glimmer of hope piercing through the darkness that engulfed him. The rain pelted relentlessly against the windowpane. "I really hope this one does it, man, I don't know how much more of this shit I can take"- Duke whispered with a mix of desperation and anticipation. With trembling hands, he carefully emptied six stamps of fentanyl into the tarnished spoon. Carr, his weary companion, cast a skeptical gaze upon Duke "Well you're not going to die if that's what you want. It's just not how GOD or SATAN works, or maybe I'm thinking of manifestation. Either way, they're both going to make us suffer, I doubt we'll get off that easy, as much as I want it to end, you're just wasting good dope, but go ahead, I won't Narcan you this time"
"You know? You're right, that makes a lot of fuckin sense dude, it's like each time there's something in the way. I always thought it was the LORD SAVIOR, SATAN, or maybe one of his DEMONS hoping I would strike some sort of deal with them to get off of this godforsaken ride" Duke's hands moved with a mixture of determination and trepidation, crushing a few clonidine tablets into a fine powder, adding it to his lethal concoction. The raindrops continued their relentless assault on the window, their rhythmic patter a cruel symphony accompanying their dark ritual. As the orange powder melded with the white, Duke drew back the plunger of the syringe, his eyes fixed on the swirling fusion of drugs and vodka. The amber liquid, held the weight of his hopes and fears, this white-orange liquid could very well be his out. "That's not what I meant, though hat's off to you if it works," Carr says.
In the ethereal glow of uncertainty. Duke's heart raced as he prepared to plunge into the abyss, the needle poised to deliver a bittersweet release. The rain outside intensified, its melancholic symphony matching the intensity of their clandestine act. As the raindrops continued their melancholic descent, Duke pressed the needle against his skin, the moment of truth inching closer. The world held its breath, suspended in the eerie stillness before the storm. The needle was dull and has been used many times before, but Duke hopes this will be the last time. He pressed, and with hesitation, it severed the skin between this world and the world unknown. He pressed on the plunger and as the toxic elixir coursed through Duke's veins, time seemed to distort, stretching into an abyss of darkness. His consciousness is on the verge of oblivion, teetering between life and death. A kaleidoscope of vivid hallucinations painted his mind, a swirling maelstrom of distorted images and fragmented thoughts of fear, abandonment, lost love, and the unforgettable regret of his life so far.
Hours turned into eternity as Duke slipped into a state of unconsciousness, surrendering to the unforgiving embrace of his drug-induced slumber. The world outside carried on, oblivious to his internal struggle.
When Duke fatefully awoke, his surroundings were shrouded in a haze. The dim light filtering through the tattered curtains cast a somber glow over the room, revealing the remnants of his despair. His body ached with a dull ache, each pulse a testament to his fragile existence.
A sharp knock on the door shattered the fragile silence, jolting Duke from his dazed state. His heart raced, the sound reverberating through his chest like a war drum. Slowly, he reached behind the couch and grabbed a pistol, he then stumbled towards the door, uncertainty gripping his every step.
Carr remained peacefully asleep on the sofa, unaware of the potential danger that lay ahead. If the stranger turned out to be a threat, Carr would have to confront the aftermath and dispose of the bodies. Meanwhile, Duke envisioned a scenario where he would paint his doorstep red. In this grim scenario, Duke's action would likely be repeated twice, burdening Carr with the task of disposing of not one, but two bodies upon waking up.
Duke muttered something like "How the fuck did you evoke second-stage manic psychosis on a goddamn Tuesday morning at 7:32 AM? Incredible," Duke grumbled under his breath. His grip tightened around the cold, steel frame of his .357 Magnum-Rhino, resting firmly at chest level, as he cautiously flipped open the peephole. With a deliberate motion, he placed his index finger on the trigger, a well-spoken prayer escaping his lips. "Oh, twisted universe, In this blurry dance between life and death, my words resound: To the enemy of the state lurking beyond this door, I offer this plea. Reveal thyself, if foe you be, let your presence be known, As adrenaline courses through my veins, May my aim find purpose, In this grotesque theater of existence, may the forces that guide us grant me strength in this dark hour, Should the door reveal an adversary, may my aim be swift and true, Grant me the resolve to protect what I hold dear, Yet let mercy temper my actions, even in fear. May peace find us all, in this realm or beyond."
As his heart raced and his vision blurred, he stood firm, bracing himself for any sign of movement. Suddenly, a thunderous knock shattered the silence, echoing like a gunshot. Startled, Duke's instincts took over as he pulled the trigger, blasting a hole through the door. Convinced he had vanquished his adversary, he hastily returned to the living room. In a corner, wild-eyed and gripping an Avtomat Kalashnikova, stood Carr, poised to unleash a barrage of bullets upon Duke's entry. With a swift stop at the coffee table, Duke muttered, "Weird heroes and mold-breaking champions exist as living proof to those who need it that the tyranny of 'the rat race' is not yet final."
In that intense moment, Duke proceeded to lay out two substantial lines of schneef, while Carr discarded the AK, preparing for their habitual morning routine.
Schneef takes the lead, followed by the ritualistic sipping of coffee with a few swigs of dirt-poor vodka or rum followed by another round of Schneef. As the haze thickens, They indulge in a flurry of cigarettes, punctuated by yet more Schneef. Duke then meticulously prepares a 1-0z plastic med cup, a concoction of SOMAs, a 100mg Ghost, and a dose of 40mg Adderall. And then, a 3.5-gram blunt of the finest, high-grade cannabis. A choice between PurplePunch #1, GratefulXChemdog #6, or an obscure local strain only known as BaileyRidge.
With his morning muscle relaxant held loosely in his lips, Duke leisurely strolls towards a weathered shelf adorned with cherished relics. Each plastic circle, steaming with echoes of bygone eras. In a deliberate gesture, his hand reaches out and retrieves a Stevie Ray Vaughan vinyl record, the album "Texas Flood". Duke places the disc upon the turntable, maneuvering the needle to land on the tenth and final track, titled "Lenny."
In the sounds of crackling vinyl and bluesy vibrations, Duke and Carr find a quiet moment, merging the intoxication of sound with their morning ritual. The melodic tendrils of "Lenny" intertwine with the smoke-filled air, creating a harmonious sanctuary within the confines of their dwelling.
Carr begins, his voice etching with concern, "Duke, you know I love you dog, willing to go any length for you. But there's a real possibility that one day you might mistake an innocent stranger at our door for something else entirely." Duke, frustrated by the untimely disturbance, retorts, "Damn it, it's 7 AM on a Tuesday morning. Who the hell would be knocking like an undercover agent if they weren't an enemy of the state?" Carr counters with a hint of humor, "Well, maybe it's just some friendly girl scouts trying to sell us cookies? Or perhaps the postman delivering a parcel?" Duke scoffs, as he brandishes a rattle crafted from turtle shells, wearing a Booger Mask made up of wood and hornets nests. Duke's deep connection to his Native American heritage is evident, as these artifacts are believed to possess the power to repel evil spirits.
Carr, chewing on a mouthful of pepperoni roll, springs to his feet and marches toward the door, eyeing Duke as he sets fire to some sage and palo santo, engulfing the space in smoke. Duke traversed the apartment with purposeful strides, occasionally stopping to shake his turtle shell rattle and speak to the Great Spirit. Meanwhile, Carr reaches the door, peering through the gaping hole in their door.
To his surprise, there are no dead undercover agents, no bloody girl scouts scattered amuck, nor fallen postal workers. Stepping outside, Carr scans the surroundings, his gaze darting left and right. With a sudden surge of curiosity, he sprints toward the mailbox, chirping birds echoing in his ears. The alluring scent of fresh grass beckons him, and he wonders why they don't venture out more often, even just to bask in the scent of blooming flowers. Reaching the mailbox, he momentarily forgets his purpose.
A bird chirps once more, its call now transformed into unmistakable human words, "Post." Carr offers a nod of gratitude before tearing open the mailbox, revealing a vibrant yellow letter adorned with a starfish-shaped white wax seal. Hesitation grips him, recognizing that this could be the perfect weapon to subvert him into an unwitting insurgent—its contents potentially laced with deadly anthrax, capable of bringing an end to both his and Duke's tumultuous existence. Yet, deep down, the knowledge that they have been flirting with death for what feels like an eternity seizes his hesitation. With anticipation, Carr seizes the letter, a glimmer of defiance in his eyes, and heads back toward the door. Before retreating, he tosses a ball of bread to the friendly bird that aided him, a small token of gratitude.
Inside the apartment, Carr's voice breaks the silence, "Looks like we've received some mail. You lucky bastard, you better thank the Great Spirit that you didn't blast a hole in the mailman. You know, if you witness someone offing a postal worker, and then turn in some sort of evidence to help with the arrest and conviction for their murder, there's a $100,000 reward waiting for you." Duke chuckles and with a hint of mischief says, "Oh, come on now. You wouldn't have ratted me out for 100 grand, would you? Is that all I'm worth? Although I must admit, that kind of cash does sound tempting." A grin spreads across Duke's face. "How about this: We order something to be delivered to the unsuspecting folks down the road. I'll take aim with my hunting rifle and wait for the mailman wearing a camouflage ghillie suit, while you capture the entire spectacle on camera. We'll scoop up the reward money and ride into the wind. What do you say?"
The room's energy takes a sudden 180-degree turn as Duke witnesses Carr's eyes widening. Duke, his paranoia deeply ingrained with thoughts of the enemy of the state, mutters "Who the fuck is it? Burn after reading, always. No exceptions. I don't care if it's a letter from my dead mother." Carr responds, "Dude, it's Allicent." Duke's heart skips a beat as memories of the girl who got away rushed to his intoxicated mind. His eyes well up with tears as he stammers, "Not a funny joke, not funny at all." He hastily prepares three consecutive lines of schneef on the coffee table. "She's been missing for four damn years. The last time we spoke, she despised me, despised us. She wanted nothing to do with us ever again."
Allicent was a vision of perfection, encapsulating everything desirable in a woman. Endlessly driven, she possessed an insatiable thirst for adventure. Her smile radiated warmth, except when met with condescension. She was a genius—a basement chemist, mycologist, historian, free-thinker, a natural-born leader amongst so much more. Her beauty was unparalleled, captivating anyone with her deep blue eyes, flowing blonde hair adorned with random braids, and forgotten dreadlocks. Painted with hand-drawn sacred geometry tattoos, her flawless body was a canvas of her own expression. She effortlessly glided through life, this woman could gracefully execute a gazelle flip off a half-pipe and then lay down a wicked bassline on a head full of acid. In their eyes, she embodied the true essence of beauty.
Their minds raveling in disbelief, An unopened letter from Alicent clutched tightly in Dukes hands as he Loomed over the worn wooden desk. His fingers traced the edges, his eyes scanning over the envelope that bore the familiar flourish of Alicent's handwriting... A cigarette hung loosely from his lips, its smoke twisting upwards in the gloom of the room. He scanned the room, his eyes shadowed under the heavy weight of exhaustion and intoxication. Carr sprawled across the ragged sofa, a joint lazily balanced between his fingers as he rustled his nostril trying to clear the ketamine out of it.
An oppressive silence clung to the room, disturbed only by the ramblings of the TV. The voice of 'Gonzo' from "Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas" echoed through the air, "Jesus, did you see what GOD just did to us, man?" They had been sitting like this for what seemed like an eternity, suspended between anticipation and apprehension, caught in the throes of a drug-induced stupor.
Finally, breaking the silence, Carr exhaled a cloud of smoke, its pungent scent blending with the stale odor of spilled beer and unwashed clothes. He ran a hand through his unkept hair and glanced at Duke with a mix of impatience and curiosity. "So, are we gonna read it or just fuckin' stare at it all day?" he drawled, nodding towards the letter on the table.
Duke blinked, emerging from his daze, and cautiously tore open the envelope, revealing Alicent's familiar handwriting sprawled across the pages. Alicent's familiar handwriting sprawled across the pages, each word etching a growing unease into their hearts.
"The pursuit of happiness..." Duke muttered, reading Alicent's message aloud. Her words painted a vivid picture of a place far removed from the choking grasp of the modern world, a commune nestled amidst nature's bounty. She spoke of the hills of the feathered starfish, a place of tranquility and kinship, a sanctuary from the greed and hatred that plagued society — this was a stark contrast to their own reality.
Yet, amidst her words of contentment, a chilling reference to the "day of the light" sent a shiver down their spines. Alicent's words held an ominous undertone, her tales of happiness tainted with the subtle hint of finality.
Turning over the letter, Duke's gaze fell upon a picture of Alicent, standing on a mountain with rolling hills in the background, dotted with tepees and yurts, bathed in the soft hues of a setting sun sprawled behind her. Her face held a serenity they had never seen, a serenity that seemed to belong to a world far removed from theirs.
Carr leaned over to study the picture. "This place...It doesn't look like anything I've seen before. Where the fuck is she?" he mused, his fingers tracing over the photograph. A deep frown etched itself onto his face as he fell into deep thought.
Duke sat back, his gaze shifting between a typewriter in the corner of the apartment and the picture of Allicent, "The edge... there is no honest way to explain it because the only people who really know where it is are the ones who have gone over." a tale of a voyage into the unknown. He could feel it in his bones, the gnawing curiosity, the deep-seated desire to uncover the truth of where she was and why she decided to write to them after so many years. His gaze fell onto the typewriter, each key echoing "A man who procrastinates in his choosing will inevitably have his choice made for him by circumstance."
A sense of determination replaced Duke's initial bewilderment. He stood, moving towards an old gun safe, he quickly dials in 0 4 1 9 0 4 1 9, an old suitcase was tucked beneath boxes of ammunition and firearms.
"We had 9 grams of schneef, 120 European Cadillacs, a vial of JORs long lost #5, a knee-high tank of nitrous oxide, a whole galaxy of multi-colored uppers, downers, screamers, laughers... and also a quarter of opium, a ball of speed, 2 oz of mushrooms, enough weed to serve the east coast, and a zip lock bag of substances we were either too high or didn't care enough to label. Not that we needed all that for the trip, but once you get locked into a serious drug collection, the tendency is to push it as far as you can.”
Carr nodded, stubbing out his joint in the ash-tray. His eyes held a spark of determination, his usually laid-back demeanor was replaced with a newfound sense of purpose. The impending journey already stirring his usually placid demeanor. They knew what they were signing up for, the journey wouldn't be a walk in the park, but Alicent was worth the ride.
As the day began to fade, they started packing. The room was soon filled with the buzzing of zippers and rustling fabric, each item selected for their journey. The once quiet room now bursting with anticipation. Their adventure had begun, but will their determination to DIE fade away as they start this new journey? Will the promise of reuniting with Allicent be enough for them to go on one more day?
Duke paused, his eyes scanning the room, its walls painted with stories of disturning happenings and shenanigans. Among the clutter and graffiti, a worn-out green balloon caught his eye, its faded letters spelling out the haunting words, "RIP Mya...."
A twisted grin curled on Duke's lips as he muttered to Carr, his voice with a hint of madness. "Fuck, man, Remember when you found this in the woods?"
A smirk tugged at Carr's lips. He ran his fingers through his hair before letting out a big sigh, his eyes reflecting a hellish nostalgia. He let out a deep sigh, releasing a cloud of smoke that hung heavy in the air. The memory stirred within him. "Are you joking? I'll never forget that night," Carr began, his voice tremoring with blend of fascination and dread. "I recall being up for days on meth after a witch performed some black magick on me, I heard the loudest crash I've ever heard, almost like a god-damn plane crashed in the woods 35 feet away. I walked into the woods letting curiosity get the best of me.
Duke leaned in, his eyes wide with anticipation yet again even though this was the hundredth time he had heard this story. Carr continued, his voice dropping to a low, ominous tone. "I then saw a bright flash of green light in the distance, but as I got close enough to see what it was it was only that damnned busted balloon on the ground that said "RIP Mya" an 8yr old girl who had passed away. Carr's voice trembled as he recounted the aftermath. "The next day, fate took a hellish turn. Mya, my faithful companion, died without reason or explanation. And then, my young cousin, only eight years old, whispered something that sent me into full-blown shoud've taken the witch seriously, this is just the beginning, when you hear 3 knocks, just know the devil will be waiting"
They shared a nervous laugh, then collectively thought this was somewhat nice reminiscing in their hellish nature, yet hoping this new adventure would bring positive memories to replace all of the dark ones that brim their minds.
Duke turned back to their suitcase, and popped it open to reveal a secret compartment. There, tucked between 2 firearms, was a small amber jar, containing some of the most sought-after cocaine in the world. Miss Pinks's Cocaine, Duke was only 14 when he was able to navigate the Dream Market, Oasis, Hansa, Alphabay, many DarkNet markets on the web, to secure some of the most wanted drugs known to man.
Now this is not your ordinary schneef, this is genuine staghorn, not your cheap knockoff stepped-on monticorn staghorn, this schneef was carefully manufactured in a top-of-the-line German laboratory. Miss Pink uses the finest cocoa leaves, she makes small batches to ensure quality, and most of all, using anhydrous acetone, she washes each batch of these nose beers 15 times. Then an additional 5 times with chloroform. It is truly a testament to the dope feind, this is 98% pure, with a 2% cut of Vitamin B12, to, ya know balance shit out, you gotta take your vitamins.
With practiced ease, Duke poured a small mound onto the glass top of the coffee table. Using a battered ID card, he carefully shaped two neat lines. Carr watched, tapping his fingernails at the speed of sound against the table, Duke has only brought this stuff out once before, who knows when he will again. The illicit substance represented more than just a chemical high—it was their means of escape, a vehicle of dissociation and derealization they so desperately needed.
"Carr," Duke began, offering him the rolled-up Benjamin, "To old times, and to the journey ahead if we end up dying- at least we fed the head."
With a nod, Carr accepted the note, leaning over the table. He snorted the first line, the sharp sensation sending a shudder through him. After a brief moment, he screams "Jesus Christ this shit is jet fuel!" he passed the note back to Duke, who quickly followed suit.
Duke rips the line with ease, then swabbed the remaining powder for some scoobysnax. Carr, who is now blaring techno and dancing says "Bro we should start a go-fund-me, or go build a school in Nepal, fuck I just want to run, Do you think I could outrun an emu? I heard they can run like 30 MPH, I think I could run 30 MPH, idk man I would probably need better shoes-, Duke interrupts and says "Dude you are literally yakked out huh" - "I'm literally yakkychan" -"I'm the lead singer of the yak street boys" they both laugh for a while and lit up a cigarette.
This buzz coursing through their veins, its effects immediate and potent. An electrifying energy pulsed within them, and their senses heightened. They exchanged a look of understanding.
Hours passed as they packed the remainder of their essentials, the room now resonating with the focused hum of their preparations. With every item tucked away into their suitcase, they were a step closer to finding Allicent and the hills of the Feathered Starfish.
As Duke loaded the last of their belongings, he took one last glance around their apartment. The battered furniture, the stained carpets, the spilled beers and unwashed cloths, the dirty needles scattered everywhere. – it was a melancholic farewell to a past that had shackled them for too long. It was time for a fresh start, time to go in a new direction for once and for all and leave this version of themselves behind.
They stood at the precipice of an extraordinary journey, their hearts fluttering with a mix of anxiety and excitement. As the dusk painted the sky with hues of purple and red, they packed up their belongings into Hallii, Dukes' 1991 Mercedes-Benz 420 SEL, they gassed her up and took her down Route 50 towards OHIO blasting the song "KoKo by E.VAX".
To be Continued...
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2023.05.30 18:49 Visual_Contribution6 Two years since Whale Reports

This week will mark two years since I stopped writing my whale reports. True Safemoon OG will know who I am (DaddyByB). I wrote 67 days of daily reports tracking whale movements and overall SFM news; I had over 10k followers in the SFM community. I originally purchased 700B tokens the first week after launch for $12,000. This week I told the SFM community that the bear market was finally here and the "ride was over". On a normal night of reporting I would be showered with kind feedback and praise for the hours of time I was investing. Sadly when I told everyone the market was changing I was flooded with hate mail and various threats from dozens of people who felt I was their hero only 24 hours before. The amount of hate caused me to lose my shit and tell the whole SFM community to F*ck themselves and I was out! You can search Whale Reports in the SFM Reddit and find all the ones if you wanna see all the great times we had and the drama that ended it all. Originally I was extremely upset at the situation, however, I am THANKFUL to the entire community for pushing me away. I was able to cash out roughly $5M USD (400x-ish profits) . Had I continued to drink "John's Koolaide" my investment would be less than 90% of what it was when I sold.
For those who continued to hold, just know I tried my best every night for the community. I called almost every price hike we had within 2 days of it happening and even warned you that bad times were coming; feel free to look at the whale reports if you wanna challenge this claim. This week SFM also lost Trevor Ragnar, who was amazing at speaking and helped with initial marketing. He was pushed out by that goofy [email protected] Ben, which was another huge red flag of things coming.
I still check the SFM Reddit every day, primarily because it's better than having a Netflix account. The desperation and cult following have grown SO much over the past couple of years. However, I am honored to see that I was able to earn a place on that Binance Flag they were posting every day for over a year. Thankfully since the last hack, it seems the community is starting to wise up and listening to more negative feedback.
This last tax change should be the final nail in the coffin for the token. Being a deflationary token with a high burn and redistribution was what attracted most investors. Now it is a standard MEME coin like Safemars and Elongate or the other thousands which launched at the exact same time? If you are a holder what reason is there to hold? Why do you think Safemoon is different than the other thousand meme coins with the same tokenomics? Do you think that every shit coin will one day return to its glory? If I still held shit tokens I would sell them and take the loss for the purpose of taxes. I often see people in the SFM Reddit say "Why would I sell now after having such a huge loss". If you live in the United States you can 'wash' crypto gains with losses. So if you buy XYZ crypto today for $500 and it goes up to $5000 when you sell, then you are required to pay tax on the $4,500 gained. However, if you sell your SFM for a $3000 loss, you can apply that towards the $4500 gained. Now you are paying taxes on $1500 of profits instead of $4500. I would highly recommend you folks use the free version of Koinly or other crypto tax software to track your profits/losses to see what tax effect you would get by taking the loss in SFM.
On a final note, I want to thank the admins who created this SFMInvesting Reddit. For a long period of time, the mods in the SFM Reddit were killing ALL negative comments and feedback. This is a great space for people to share the true viewpoints of SFM. Thanks to all of those who were truly nice and cared about those reports written 2 years ago, which is nuts to think it's been that long.
Much Love
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2023.05.30 18:48 Concentd Hot and sweated romanian MILF gets nailed

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2023.05.30 18:48 JetLeeXKayJay Me and my partner broke up and stuff is getting worse. Please help and give advice

Me and my partner broke up yesterday. Before that, we were talking face-to-face about having a 1 week break from each other. At the time, my head was like 'ever since me and her got together, and relationship went down spiral. She needs someone better'. As I am a overthinker, I am a overthinker due to my past relationships and I am still traumatised by my past relationships but never accepted that fact. Anyways, I broke up with her and gave her some stuff back and she gave me mine. Next day (today), her family members came over as i was still trying to find my exs blue hat. Ive been searching all day and cannot find it. So, I offered that when next get paid, I'll send money over so she can buy another one, as I literally cannot find it anywhere, can't find her clothing that are still being requested. I asked if one her family members to get my stuff that I bought my ex, all my ex gave me back was the necklace. Anyways, her auntie, brother and someone else came over to pick up the mirror my ex gave me. Gave it her Aunt back and I went back inside; when I went back out, the gate lock was broken. The lock came off, a nail was bent so meaning/looked liked it was forced shut. So I asked the neighbours who did it, the neighbours said it was one of those 3 who came over.. and I said back, it was meant to be a break-up, not a war. Anyways, messaged her aunt about it, she said no, they didn't, I also caught her out on a lie by saying one of neighbours saw them and she replied with " fix it or let her dad come round when he gets rest of stuff and he will fix it ". I messaged by saying " no, don't want anyone here and ill get it sorted for free ". The police know about the gate and they're either ringing me or coming over.. thing is.. is that they're Gypsy's and if police get called/involved.. it'll more than likely cause more situations.
What should I do? What's the best thing to do?
I need help and can't afford to have my family put in risk over this silly little break up. So please, any recommendations would be grateful. Thank you!
TL;DR: me and my partner broke up and stuff is getting worse. Please help and give advice
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2023.05.30 18:47 ahansaha Distributed locks in spring JPA

Hello beautiful people! I am a noob software developer at a small startup trying to build backend systems.
Recently I encountered an issue regarding the creation of users in our system. Before I narrate the problem, here is some useful (or useless) info :
1) We have a database which doesn't have any primary/foreign key constraints. The database isn't aware of any duplicates and doesn't try to check any data integrity in any of the tables.
2) All key creations, constraints and checks are being handled at the application layer for the sole purpose of scaling the database well. We use spring JPA to map entities to tables and are using a MySql DB.
3) The backend is completely based on microservices, and right now we just have a single instance per service (I know we should have multiple). We are completely stateless with all rest api implementations only.
Problem statement : So the problem is that even after having just a single instance of the service which is responsible for creating users, sometimes the client layer bombards the backend with the user creation api calls for the same user for some unknown reason. Hence I want to solve this issue such that the backend doesn't break in this case. What I so far understand is that since each api call uses a separate thread from the thread pool, the threads are not aware of this thereby creating a insert query via jpa at the same exact time, which may result in the user getting created twice even if an idempotent check is written in the api. This issue occurs rarely and searching around on google I couldn't find a straightforward solution. I also need to handle it in such a way that later on when multiple instances of this service is added the case is still handled. So far I have seen that redis maybe a good solution ro handle this solution, but is there any other easier way to do this?
People who haved faced this issue, how did you solve it? Kindly guide this noob with explanations that are easy to understand as to how one is supposed to go about solving this. (Will appreciate links and documentations)
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2023.05.30 18:46 the_hashbrownie hypersexuality and friends:

i wish i could have a friend that truly wants me to be around. i know i sound selfish when i say that my friends dont look like they really care about me, but thats what i think. besides, i believe they have other people to talk to anyways and our relationships haven't been the most steady for a while now. I wish i could hug them when i want and have them truly care and be considerate of me. I wish that i had a person who I could talk to without fear of backlash or someone that would take me seriously in my times of need. speaking of times of need, i rarely open up about my personal problems in life anymore because I know that no one will be considerate enough to listen to me. i have a lot of love to give but i just need the right person, and i know that will come with time, but in the present being, im stuck talking to myself and bottling up my emotions. and to add more to my confession, i also wish sometimes i hadn't made my personality this way. im known for the person that's kind of rough and rigid (says my friends) but I DONT WANT TO BE LIKE THAT. I wish i had someone to talk to. I wish I had someone that could comfort me and someone I could comfort. I wish that i could change and go back in time but to if i did that i wouldnt be where i am now. I dont want these days to change, i just NEED someone i know in real life that i could talk to. and it doesn't help that i'm not that approachable, either. i look at the guys and girls that are the same as my age and yet they look so friendly. so nice. so handsome and beautiful yet I CANT BE THAT WAY. my face looks like its always emotionless. it looks lopsided. MANY OF MY FRIENDS HAVE JOKED ABOUT HOW IM UGLY. I take it and i joke about it because theyre the ones who say it first. I roll with the punches, i laugh away at the jokes but they never take a second time to consider to realize if maybe they were idk, TOO HURTFUL? maybe not the time to say that? They say i always looks like im sad. I AM, CANT YOU REALIZE? you talk and talk and talk yet you always never seme to understand or take into consideration how awful it is for me for you to say that. I vent online time and time again yet i know complaining wont do me anything. i hope i can find that person soon but in retrospect i dont think ive got a chance. no one takes me seriously. Im hypersexual because of the fact that I want to feel happy. I want to enjoy life and pleasuring myself can take stress away but coming back to reality after doing so hurts me. Im only 15 and I wish i didnt have these thoughts, yet it hurts me so much in the inside and no one talks to me because im ugly, apparently “unapproachable” and no one to turn to. I can’t approach anyone. it’s too hard for me. I try to say hi and who are you and how are you but my thoughts get ahead of me and I either fumble and mess something up or accidentally make them think im weird or something. I want someone else to approach me, but i know no one will because of what I said earlier. i dont like living like this. i cry every night and fuel my fantasies in my dreams talking to other, considerate people. I hate the fact that this is my life and that this is how itll be for a while. i dont even want this life. Although im not willing to go to lengths of saying I dont want to live, id rather be much comfortable not being in the life I have now. I think i have psi (passive suicidal ideation) but i dont know.
In the end im left unapproachable, cant turn to anyone, having psi, and overall living a shitty life for my part. Thats all.
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2023.05.30 18:46 nashgems Explore the Natural Beauty of Gemstones

Explore the Natural Beauty of Gemstones
Gems are icons of beauty and the pinnacle of all perfection. They are preserved as symbols of authority or status. They are furthermore presented as expressions of love and affection. Given the way they interact with light and display vibrant colour, gems may catch someone's attention. They can also arouse emotions like warmth, desire, and mystery. Gems have been a vital part of human civilization for ages since they are highly valued both materially and mythologically. Gemologists grade gemstones based on the "Four Cs" which stands for: Colour, Clarity, Cut and Carat weight. Usually, the colour of gemstones are determined based on three elements: hue, tone, and saturation.
Gemstones have a wide range of applications in the fashion industry due to the growing demand for jewellery as well as inclusion of gems for decoration purposes. For instance, ornaments in ceremonies. Fashion designers focus more on creating unique jewellery and statement pieces using these highly valuable gemstones. Over many generations, jewellery makers have honed their inherited talents to the greatest levels of exquisite workmanship and profound innovation with a modern twist. Coloured gemstones are constantly in demand for a number of reasons which include: their magnificent and opulent beauty as well as their Vedic and astrological properties. These factors tend to differ from individual to individual and even between locations.
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Unique Features of Fast-Moving Gemstones

Blue Sapphires
In general, blue sapphires are often compared to the colour of the neck or tail feather of the peacock and are known in the gem trade as "peacock blues." However, the colour ranges from medium to light colours and they are often referred to as "cornflower" blues. Blue Sapphires are a popular choice for jewellery making due to their extraordinary beauty, durability, and versatility. It is a birthstone of September. Blue sapphire is popular among prominent persons including, Queen Elizabeth II, Princess Diana and Princess Kate Middleton. Also, famous Bollywood celebrities - Amitabh Bachchan and Aishwarya Rai are known to wear blue sapphire.
Peach Sapphire
Within the group of rare and unusual sapphires, peach sapphires have a particularly distinctive place. All skin tones can wear this earthy colour, which catches the light of the sun beyond any other colour and is just gorgeous to look at because of the golden elements that the majority of these sapphires include. Peach sapphires make a beautiful choice for an engagement ring.
Pink Sapphire
Pink sapphires are versatile gemstones that range from bubble gum pink to a light demure blush. It is believed to intensify passion and truthfulness in their wearers. Pink sapphires are durable and highly resistant to scratches. Pink sapphires are a popular colour for commemorating important events and the celebration of love. Pink sapphire was worn by Grace Kelly, who was the Princess of Monaco and an American actress. Also, Meghan Markle, Duchess of Sussex is an American member of the British royal family and former actress, is known to wear pink sapphire.
Green Sapphire
Green Sapphires are members of the Corundum family. They are durable which makes it perfect for everyday wear. Green sapphires are stunning and have a great light reflection. They can be found in a variety of shades and sizes. Apart from Sri Lanka, these gemstones can also be found in Madagascar, Tanzania, Australia, and the famous Yogo Mines of Montana, USA.
One of the most widely used traditional jewellery stones is ruby. Ruby is the birthstone of July. Under ultra violet light, rubies exhibit an orange to red florescence with chromium present. As a result, corundum's florescence is a strong indicator. Ruby complements all skin tones equally well and the red spark gives the appropriate dab of flamboyance to every face. Ruby is popular among well-known people including, Scarlett Johansson (an American actress), Taylor Swift (an American singer-songwriter), and Isabella Hadid (an American model). Also, ruby is famous among Bollywood celebrities including, Deepika Padukone and Priyanka Chopra Jonas.
Yellow Sapphire
Yellow sapphire is a unique choice that pairs well with yellow gold. It is a very resistant stone which is ideal for a ring that you can cherish for your lifetime. The colours of yellow sapphires can range from a light to medium or to a strong orangey-yellow. There is a belief that, wearing the yellow sapphire bestows luck, knowledge, happiness, and wealth. Yellow sapphire is famous among many Bollywood celebrities including, Madhuri Dixit, Ajay Devgan, Kareena Kapoor, and Sanjay Dutt.
From ancient times until today, cultures have cherished garnets. The term garnet is derived from the Latin word granatum, which means grain or seed and refers to the dark red pomegranate seeds. They are rumoured to increase confidence, courage, energy, and security. It is a birthstone of January. Mary Queen of Scots, Queen Victoria, and the Russian Czarinas were all well-known for wearing garnets.
Aquamarine is a stunning blue gemstone. Moreover, it is a highly valued gem that can be used to make various kinds of jewellery, including rings, necklaces, and bracelets. Aquamarine, occasionally referred to as the "breath stone," is believed to relieve sinus, lung, and respiratory issues as well as numerous allergies. It is a birthstone of March. Queen Elizabeth II, Princess Diana, Meghan Markle, and the Queen Maxima of The Netherlands were all well-known for wearing aquamarine gemstone.
Padparadscha is second only to diamond in terms of hardness, making it an ideal gem for jewellery. The term ‘padparadscha’ is derived from the Sri Lankan word which refers to a lotus blossom. It has a beautiful pinkish-orange colour. Padparadscha sapphires are mainly found in Sri Lanka, as well as Madagascar and Tanzania. Padparadscha symbolizes energy and enthusiasm. Princess Eugenie, the younger daughter of Prince Andrew, Duke of York, and Sarah, Duchess of York – is well-known for wearing Padparadscha sapphire.
Purple Sapphire
The colour purple has always been associated with royalty. It also represents nobility. Engagement rings and other elegant jewellery items frequently feature purple sapphires. Purple sapphires come in a variety of shades from natural violet to grape-coloured purple, to lighter tones with greater transparency.
Gemstones have been admired for their beauty and symbolism throughout history, with each stone holding its own special story and origins. Many jewellery designs incorporate gemstones. Gemstones, which have a long history, may give exquisite jewellery a lovely appearance. Both colourful and subdued gemstones are used by modern jewellery designers to enhance and add character to their designs.
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