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I ran a marathon a few days ago and everything is fine except the big toe on my left foot. The top of the nail part hurts when pressed and sometimes when moving it. Should I do anything for it or let it pain go away by itself. Thanks.

Baba Yaga lived in a chicken-legged hut,
somewhere deep in the forest,
fence made of bones, garden filled with weeds.
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Baba Yaga was a teacher–
we picked poisonous mushrooms to feed the intruders,
sickly sweet berries to seduce new lovers,
cause days were uncertain and nights were lonely.
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Baba Yaga was a cook,
stewing children’s bodies spiced up with thyme–
we liked the crunch of dirty nails,
their hair getting stuck in our teeth.
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Baba Yaga was a poet–
she wrote about souls that lived in elbows, toes and armpits,
damp and smelling of mouldy apples,
evidence of Eve’s explorations.
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Baba Yaga was my mother.
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There are mothers who nourish,
and there are those who prepare you to die for artistic inspiration.
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Little did she know that I’d been long gone,
polluting the ground on which she stepped,
taking peaceful revenge.
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Maybe a popular opinion by some, but seems unpopular by majority of people who are purchasing them like hot cakes in my area.
Poodles are great on their own! No need to spend thousands on a designer mutt. Popularizing them is a great way for "greeders" to cash in without considering the welfare of the dogs they're breeding / bringing into this world. And these greeders are spewing misinformation to new and unsuspecting owners. Pick your breed/dog based off your lifestyle and finances, not trends!
Crossing a determinate length shedding coat (ex golden retriever) with a non-determinate length continous growth coat (ex poodle) is a great recipe for matting!!! Or a high maintenance expensive coat, at the very least.
Are they cute and sweet? Sure! Do I hate the dogs? Absolutely not! Am I tired of every phone call for a grooming appointment being a 1 yo doodle who's never been groomed and matted head to toe? Heck yes, I'm sick of it!
If you own a dood, please take care of their grooming needs! It's so cruel for the dog's to go through de-matting. 🥺

So I'm a 19 year old who came out as transgender (MTF) to my somewhat conservative parents and all I can say is I regret doing so.
At first it was just confusion by my parents but it soon turned into hatred and transphobia as they found some articles of clothing they did not like, it got taken away and thrown in the trash along with my nail polish (which I only used on my toes where no one else could see) and some girl perfume (pretty pissed because I spent some good money there).
I got a lecture (which are almost daily at this point) about that I will was born male and will die a male wether I like it or not. I also got told I'm mentally ill for even considering wearing female clothes as a "male" but they still "love me" despite not accepting my gender identity.
Recently I overheard that I may be sent to a conversion camp which I'm pretty frighten what will happen then. I just want to be a female ffs why can't they accept that? Also they think I like men even after explaining to them I still like females (cis or trans).
I thought of running away because I don't feel safe being myself in my parents house but technically I don't have my own car yet I just borrow it from my parents + no one else in my family is accepting either so I'd likely need to make it on my own somehow, I do have a job that pays ok but not enough to live on my own.
Anyways what can I really do to cope until I can move out? I don't know how much longer I'll be able to take this.

It’s becoming fucking exhausting. Every single day, it never goes away. there’s never anymore good days. 3 years ago, I felt the best I had ever felt about myself. I was happy when I looked in the mirror. In hindsight, I was extremely under weight (111lbs) & so skinny, I had no fat on my body whatsoever. but I didn’t care. I liked myself. I was happy. I was getting a spray tan every two weeks, nails & toes were done, I put on make up, I liked my body in my clothes, I once walked out of the house in a crop top that looked like a sports bra & a pair of shorts. Didn’t even get self conscious when I was around people. flash forward to now. I’m 23. with a toddler. still 18lbs heavier than when I got pregnant. A saggy stretch mark stomach. Skin so pale you can see through it. Not diagnosed but it appears to look like “raynauds”. My hair is just unmanageable and stays in a permanent mom bun cause who has the time to take care of themselves with a 1.5 year old & a husband who’s gone Mon-Fri. I feel like I have no jawline. My shoulders are broad and make me look manly. I have a lazy eye from hell. my teeth are yellow no matter how much I brush them. they’re crooked. and it’s just like everything about myself sucks. My friends & family are very joking people, as am I. We all crack on each other so sometimes there’s low blows. None of us get angry or too hung up on them. but lately, if anyone picks at me at all, it stays in my mind. Recently, they laughed and picked because I have no rhythm. I can’t dance. I can’t move my body. I’m just stiff as fuck and don’t know how to loosen up. Also picked on how ugly my feet are. I have ingrown toe nails & dry, hard, feet. I’ve been trying to fix them for a couple months now but nothing is working. Now I don’t even want to wear open toed shoes. It’s just all these small things that hinder my quality of life in such superficial stupid ways and I know there’s bigger problems, trust me, I have bigger problems, but these just internally bother me every day and it gets tiring. I don’t want to share with the people around me because I don’t want to open up & be that vulnerable for no reason. They can’t help. Idk what I need or what I could even do. It was nice to get some of it into words tho.

Toxic Rats: Geoff, Scott, Trent, Sammy, Sierra
Mutant Maggots: Anne Maria, Katie, Molly, Scarlett, Dave, DJ
Episode 06: Runaway Model
"Previously, on Total Drama Revenge of the Island!" Chris opened over a stock shot of Wawanakwa, the capstone theme starting up in the background. "The campers got deep," the recap montage opened with Sierra and Molly sinking to the lake bed in their antique diving suits, the former quickly getting held back by Fang, "in an underwater scavenger hunt."
"Sierra quickly got under her team's skin as soon as she came back," Sammy was shown upset with Sierra for taking a picture of her, "and Anne Maria and Geoff began to develop feelings for each other," the two were shown having a conversation with each other in the morning.
"In the end, Leshawna was tossed for swiping everybody's stuff," Sammy was shown tossing out everyone's belongings from the bag, "even though it was really Scott. Sneaky," the host added over Scott admitting his role in the confessional.
"It's now Team Maggot versus Team Rat," the host said, the Maggots' logo appearing on-screen against a radiant golden background. The logo rotated around into the Rats' logo, and a five-way split-screen of the Rats' remaining members rose up from the background – Trent in the upper left against a brownish-red backdrop; Geoff in the upper right against dark blue; Sierra in the middle top against orange; Sammy in the bottom left against turquoise; and Scott in the bottom right against yellow. "Will the Rats man up before they're a man down? Let's hope not," Chris said as the scene cut to him standing at the end of the dock with Chef. "There's nothing more entertaining than a man down."
As if on cue, the wood under Chef started to creak and crack, breaking away and sending Chef plunging into the lake with a startled scream. Chris laughed. "More where that came from, right now, on Total! Drama! Revenge of the Island!"
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The sun was already high in the sky as the episode opened, and a loon cried out in the distance as the camera panned down onto DJ and Dave looking rather distressed outside the communal bathroom. The normal guy knocked on the door and asked "Is it our turn next?"
"Keep your panties on!" Anne Maria called out as the camera cut to the inside of the bathroom. The mirror on the back wall was too cracked and smudged to use, the trash can was grimy, and the strip of fly paper hanging in the corner was in need of a change, but nevertheless, Molly, Anne Maria, Katie, and Scarlett were still gathered along the countertop – Scarlett was sitting on the far left, Molly was plucking her unibrows, Katie was happily filing her nails, and Anne Maria was spraying her hair.
"Anne Maria?" Molly said. "Could I borrow some lipstick from you? I forgot it back at the cabin."
"You can help yourself, but don't go touching my hair spray," Anne Maria answered. She finished spraying her hair, and flicked it to show how bulletproof it was as it briefly shined. "Now that is how you do hair!"
"I prefer having a natural appearance," Scarlett clarified. "I'm mostly just here to wash my face and brush my teeth."
They later saw that Katie had pulled out a bag containing a makeup kit.
"What's that bag for?" Molly asked the influencer while brushing her hair.
"This is my portable makeup kit," Katie said. "If I need to get myself ready in the morning, this'll do the job in five minutes max."
"Do you carry that around with you at all times?" Anne Maria looked at the bag.
"Only when I'm traveling to places," Katie answered as she put on her lipstick. "I've done a lot of makeup tutorials with this thing, and they've skyrocketed my channel up to one million views."
"That's interesting to hear," Scarlett rolled her eyes. "Now if you'll excuse me, I'll be taking my leave."
Katie watched Scarlett and Anne Maria go, and turned to Molly. "By the way, you can borrow my lipstick too if you want."
Confessional: Katie
"Chris still has a hold of my tablet," Katie confessed. "I'm sure my subscribers are wondering why I'm inactive, but some of them will probably understand that I'm competing on a TV show."
Confessional: Molly
"Katie's been a lot more helpful to us with her device taken away, and now she wants to help me with fashion," Molly explained. "If that means she's not mad at me anymore, I'll take what I can get."
Confessional Ends
The scene flashed to the girls' side of the Rat cabin as Sammy said "I can't believe what happened last episode." The shot cut inside to show her sitting in her bunk bed. "Not only did people's belongings get taken, but Leshawna was pinned for it."
Sierra was using her phone until she heard Sammy. "What makes you so sure it wasn't Leshawna if the bag was under her bed?" the blogger emphasized.
"Someone else could've slipped it under there, and Leshawna's too respectful to touch our things!" Sammy enforced.
"I'll have to think about that more," Sierra said. "You know, this is the most I've ever heard you say."
"What do you mean?" Sammy asked.
"You're mostly silent, and also nervous most of the time," Sierra claimed.
"I just prefer keeping to myself," Sammy said. "I'm introverted."
"Have you managed to have any friends in your life?" Sierra wondered.
"I do, but I only have five friends," Sammy responded while holding her arm. "We make up the cheerleading team back home, and they really love and care about me, but they tend to forget about my own opinions."
"Have you ever told them it bothers you?" Sierra asked again.
"Not really. I don't want them to hate me," Sammy said sadly.
"I never had many friends, so I don't know how to help you there, but if you want to let them know something is wrong, just do it," Sierra shrugged. "I'm sure it can't hurt."
Confessional: Sammy
"Sierra may have a point. She's eccentric, but she definitely can be smart." Sammy admits. "My friends can drag me into activities I'm not interested in, although cheerleading is something I like to do."
Confessional Ends
The whining ring as the scene cut to a shot of one of the island's loudspeakers heralded a broadcast from Chris. "Iiiit's challenge time!" he began. "Campers~! Meet me on the other side of the island~!" he announced in an almost sing-song voice.
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The footage immediately skipped ahead to the two teams already nearly assembled on two sets of low bleachers in a clearing lined with a handful of stage and spotlights. The five Rats were seated on the stands to the right of the camera, while DJ was just now filing in with his teammates on the left.
"Yo Katie," DJ greeted the girl. "Your hair is looking fantastic today.
"It's all thanks to this makeup kit," Katie showed her bag as DJ took his seat next to her. "It's really helpful for your looks."
The perspective inverted to reveal that the two teams had gathered before a large stage and runway, complete with a short catwalk and a large curtained-off backstage area. Chef was already waiting in the pink dress he'd worn to ceremonies back in season two, and Chris shortly joined him by way of descending from above with his jetpack. The host was wearing a sharp gray suit and fashionable glasses with tinted lens, but more noticeable were the changes to his hair – it was now pure white and long enough for him to sport a short ponytail.
Chef walked up as he landed and took the jetpack of his back, then walked away as Chris spread his arms and smiled. "Welcome to your challenge," he opened. "The Weird and Wild Fashion Spectacular!" He took a paper fan out of his breast pocket and waved it a bit as he spread his arms even wider.
"We're doing a fashion challenge? Awesome!" Molly cheered.
"Fashion? Now you're talkin'!" Anne Maria sprayed her hair about while complimenting Chris.
"You won't be walking the catwalk," Chris started to fan himself, "no-no-no-no. No amount of fashion can help you people."
"You don't say?" Dave mumbled to himself.
"Here's how it's gonna work," Chris continued. "Each team gets a wardrobe of clothes," the camera cut to a dresser, clothes rack, and several pieces of luggage on the side of the stage, "a make-up kit, and ten minutes to dress and make up a model." Chef held up an hourglass and glared mutely at the camera. "Which, you'll send down the runway," the shot zoomed in on the host's fan as he walked his fingers across it, "to be judged by myself, Chef, and today's Total Drama classic competitor, Lindsay!"
One of the suitcases on the side of the stage popped open, revealing the former contestant. "Yay! Don't you just love my new, special fashion boots?" Lindsay asked the campers, raising a leg to show off blue boots different from her regular brown ones.
"Wait, we get to dress an actual model!" Trent got excited.
"Uh-huh," Chris said, scraping some white powder off his shoulder with his fan. "Right after you catch one."
"Catch a model?" Geoff wondered. "Why would one even come to this island?"
"Did I say human models?" Chris corrected, fanning himself again as he walked across the stage. "Don't think so! No, your models are in there!" He thrust his finger off to the right, forcing Lindsay to duck under his arm. The camera quick-panned to the woods just as an earth-shattering roar shook the area.
"They're wild! They're mutated!" Chris told the campers, the camera moving behind his back. "And like me, they despise teenagers." The five Rats were shown looking shocked and concerned.
"Okay fashionistas," the host said in a campy accent, "go!" He blew his airhorn again, and the campers ran off.
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The footage flashed ahead to a trail in the woods, Sierra and Geoff searching behind a rock and Sammy looking at a bush in the background while DJ walked by in the foreground. The camera panned to the right and stopped on Anne Maria and Scarlett, who were warily looking upwards.
Something croaked above them and the shot cut to a small frog, seemingly normal aside from an eye stalk on the top of its head, sitting on a branch. With a grunt of effort, Molly pounced on it from the right, and smiled when she opened her hands and saw she'd caught it. Unfortunately for her, the mutant frog produced an odd noise and flash of light, blinking out of sight but quickly reappearing on top of the confused young woman's head. With another noise and flash of light it disappeared, this time bringing Molly with it, and they blinked back into existence in mid-air a few yards away. Molly screamed as she started to fall, and the mutant frog teleported away to presumed safety before its failed assailant landed with a crash on the forest floor.
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In another part of the forest, Trent was looking around absentmindedly while approaching what appeared to be a gigantic turtle shell, a short and spiky tail poking out of one end. The boy tapped the tail with his foot, but gasped when the tail suddenly wrapped around his leg and pulled him inside the shell. The beast inside growled and stood up, its stout legs and turtle head popping out of the shell's holes...along with Trent. With another growl, the mutant punched him away, and he landed in a heap with a pained groan.
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The camera cut next to what appeared to be an ordinary beaver sitting perfectly still just at the edge of a bush. Dave rose, grinning from another bush in the background, then pounced upon it. His jubilation quickly faded into confusion as the unmoving beaver was somehow lifted up by its tail, taking Dave with it.
The shot cut outward to reveal the beaver has no more than a lure of a large bipedal anglerfish-like monster, which promptly roared. Katie, who was standing nearby, promptly ran away, and was soon followed by Dave and the angler mutant.
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Another flash moved the focus to a close-up of a slice of pepperoni pizza, lying on the ground in the middle of a loop of rope that led off to the left. "Pizza? What's this doing here?" Scott said, the camera zooming out to show him looking down at it. He looked up and tilted his head, and the shot cut over to none other than Fang not quite hidden behind a tree, an axe in one hand and the anchored rope of his snare trap in the other.
Scott knew what was going to happen, but decided to have a little fun. "Too bad there's pepperoni on it, otherwise I'd totally eat that," he said loud enough for the shark to hear as he walked off.
Fang palmed his face and walked over to the slice and started picking the toppings off of it. Meanwhile, Scott used his shark tooth to cut the rope of the snare.
The effect was instant. Fang was hoisted up in the air by his wrist, and Scott came over to where the pizza was. "Oh perfect! No pepperoni!!" He picked up the pizza and ate it as he left, the shark growling at him as he was hung up.
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The scene cut abruptly to a massive mutant brawl between a massive two-headed rabbit, two spiny woolly beavers, and a hairless squirrel zapping them with its eye-lasers from a nearby branch. The camera panned left as a giant hermit crab scuttled up and snapped its claws, with Trent, Sammy, and Geoff watching from behind a bush in the background with wide eyes.
"So which one do we use?" Geoff asked.
"Uh, maybe we should find something that can't eat us," Sammy replied.
A whine signaled the loudspeaker turning on once again, and soon enough Chris's announcement rang through the air. "Five minutes, people!"
"Hey, Rats!" Sierra quickly followed, directing her teammates' attention to their right. "Why don't we use that rat?" he asked, the shot cutting to a close-up of a small rat happily chewing on a leaf atop a fallen log. A large hairless rat jumped onto the log, quickly stuffed the rat into its mouth, then chittered and looked around.
"It'd be easy to catch and dress. It just needs a little more domestication," Trent proudly said.
"That's a good plan," Scott supported with a grin.
"Stand back," Geoff told everybody and went towards the rat's direction. "I have an idea for the fashion style."
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"Don't give up yet! There's gotta be something on this island we can catch!" Molly told her teammates, the Maggots now hunkering down behind a bush.
"How about that critter?" DJ looked over the bush, and the shot cut to none other than Sasquatchanakwa walking into a cave, oblivious to the teens watching him.
"How are we gonna get him out of that cave?" Dave asked.
Scarlett smirked. "I've conducted a plan, but I need a bag for this," she told her teammates.
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The Maggots were back on the stage watching Scarlett seated near Katie's makeup bag. She folded a few clothes together, squirted it with glue, and shook the bag together.
"This is what I call a "Detonating Duffel Bag," Scarlett talked about her creation. "It can and will dress any target within its sixty foot blast radius! With a mix of glue and clothes it'll be unremarkably simple to just launch the bag at the animal."
Confessional: Anne Maria
"I like her way of thinking," Anne Maria told the camera, "even if I don't understand what she's saying half the time."
Confessional Ends
Katie picked up her bag and looked at what was inside. "Puffy sweater vests? Plaid skirts? High knee socks? It seems you just put together an outfit that resembles yourself, Scarlett."
"Katie has a point," Dave told the brainiac. "You clearly made the outfit something you yourself would like instead of what everyone would like."
Scarlett was annoyed. "So what else should we use instead?"
"How about we compare our fashion styles and see what we'll all agree on," Katie suggested.
"That can work," DJ nodded. "To our cabins!"
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The scene immediately flashed away to the Rats where their own rat has been dressed by Geoff.
"This rat looks ready to party and have fun!" Geoff described his choice as the rat was wearing a black collared shirt, a brown cap, a black chain necklace, and gray sneakers.
The rat expressed its dislike of the party style by ripping the clothes into shreds.
"Seems the rat isn't a big fan of the choice of fashion," Scott said.
A sudden ringing got the team's attention, and Chris announced "Three minutes remaining!" over an unseen loudspeaker.
"If you guys don't mind, I'll take a crack at it," Sammy offered.
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The scene cut back to the Maggot cabin, where the team were inside the girls' side of the cabin.
"So these are what we normally wear," Katie said as she presented a row of clothes on the bunk bed. From left-to-right, it showed clothes belonging to Scarlett, Anne Maria, DJ, Dave, Molly, and Katie.
"That's correct," Anne Maria agreed, "but why are our clothes all lined up?"
"You know how some teams normally can't agree on anything, right?" Katie started her conversation.
"You're right about that," Molly said.
"So what if instead of arguing, we just combine our fashion styles into one big burrito?" Katie said extravagantly.
"A fashion mesh? That's a weird way to go, but I don't want to argue right now," Dave told them.
"If I had my sewing kit, I'd whip up a line of clothing suited to fit our animal, but since we're running out of time, let's just try to stuff all our clothes into the bag," Molly suggested.
"I'll add some dye colors inside just to make our colors clash," Katie said.
"I'll assist as well, but let's make sure to actually fold our clothes," Dave emphasized.
"Agreed," Scarlett said. "We want to make our outfit mash look as clean and fresh as possible."
"Now that we have a plan, let's get right to it," Molly encouraged the team.
Confessional: Dave
"I don't like to give away my clothes, but once I realized that I only have to give two pairs, I went along with the plan," Dave admitted.
Confessional Ends
The scene flashed back to the Rats, the camera positioned close to Sammy's face but focused on her four teammates behind her. The camera zoomed out as they watched her tighten a piece of cloth over their rat model.
"That should be about it," Sammy said. "Me and my friends tend to design clothes during our sleepovers."
"It's not bad, Sammy," Geoff started to say.
"I think you did a wonderful job," Trent critiqued.
Another ringing got their attention, and they looked up towards an unseen loudspeaker as Chris announced "One minute!"
"It's good enough," Scott declared. "Let's get back to Chris."
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The scene flashed back to the Maggots hiding behind a rock near Sasquatchanakwa's cave.
"This DDD is ready for action," DJ held up the bag.
"What does it stand for exactly?" Anne Maria asked him.
"Detonating Duffel Bag," DJ made it more clear before tossing the bag over to Katie. "Go long!"
Katie ran towards the cave with the bag in hand as the scene cut to the inside. Sasquatchanakwa was sitting in a wooden armchair, drinking a can of soda and watching some jaunty-themed show on an old television set when Katie's bag landed in his lap. With a curious grunt he looked at the bag.
That's when the explosion happened, and when it did, the yeti let out a frightening roar, scaring the Maggots.
"That doesn't sound good!" Katie panicked.
Confessional: Katie
"I don't know if running away from Sasquatchanakwa is worse than hurting him," Katie said. "I'm not the fastest runner, but I'm not going to die."
Confessional Ends
The scene cut to a spotlight as it turned on; then a couple stage lights turning on as well; then a mutant squirrel hopping up next to a book-reading bear which lowered its book to reveal its three eyes, both animals looking at something curiously; then the stage and catwalk, Chris front and center with Chef and Lindsay – the former in sort of rapper-ish outfit with a red tracksuit and hat, earphones, and gold chains – sitting at the judge's table.
"It's freaky forest fashion time!" the host announced. "Rat-istas," he turned and pointed his fan backstage, "show me somethin' fierce." The five Rats walked out on stage, Geoff, Trent, and Sierra on the left with Sammy and Scott on the right.
"Chef, drop that needle!" Chris commanded next, the shot cutting to a close-up of a record turntable as the needle was dropped onto the spinning disc and a trendy tune began to play. The camera zoomed out, and Chef gave the host and campers a thumbs-up.
"This small rodent is wearing a fresh, popstar fashion style like no one else's," Sierra began smoothly, motioning to the gap between her and Sammy as their model reluctantly scurried out on all fours but continued down the runway on its hind legs. It was wearing a pink wig and a purple dress with white stripes. The camera followed it as it walked along looking both nervous and awkward, Sierra continuing her piece all the while. "Her pink hair matches well with her diva attitude and her dress screams fame." She finished with a grimace.
"A bit typical and overly glamorous," Chris said as the rat reached the end of the catwalk. "I give it an 8.5," the host announced as he held up a placard with his score.
The Rats shouted cheers of victory.
Chef held up an 8.0.
Lindsay held up a 1.8 to the uproar of the Rats. She realized her mistake and flipped her placard upside down, showing an 8.1. "Oops."
"Okay," Chris said tersely, looking back towards the catwalk. "Show me what you've got, Maggots!" he called out, the trendy music resuming as the shot cut back to the stage, showing it utterly empty. The camera zoomed in and the music kept playing, but for several more seconds there was still no movement backstage. "...Maggots?" Chris called out again and finally Katie ran out screaming at the top of her lungs.
"As you can see, the yeti is wearing a mix of several different styles based upon us," Katie said as her team quickly ran out to join her.
All six looked towards the backstage curtain, and the furious sasquatch growled and chased after them. His outfit consisted of several different styles – white sneakers resembling Katie's, long white socks resembling Scarlett's, pants resembling Anne Maria's, a blue and yellow collared shirt resembling Dave's, glasses resembling Molly's, and a hat resembling DJ's.
"The outfit consists of a variety of garments applied forcefully to random parts of his body," Katie said, cringing in terror as her team's model quickly tossed Scarlett, Dave, and Molly away again while DJ and Anne Maria quickly got off the stage. The ape-man grabbed her after she finished.
The music stopped, and Sasquatchanakwa finally noticed the three judges just as the first one spoke up. "That thing is huge," Lindsay gasped at the sight of the model before her, "but the outfit had too many themes. Maybe stick to just one next time."
"I agree with Lindsay," Chris admitted, fanning himself again. "It hardly complements the Yeti's husky physique."
Confessional: Katie
"Going with Scarlett's first idea for the yeti would have been boring," Katie groaned in disappointment, "but at least the yeti probably wouldn't have gotten as mad right now."
Confessional Ends
Still holding Katie, Sasquatchanakwa saw what he was wearing. Angry at the 6-way outfit put on him, he threw Katie away, took off the hat and glasses, kicked off the shoes and socks, and ripped off the pants and shirt.
"Chris is right. The team are too different-" Lindsay tried to say, but was cut off when the yeti suddenly reached forward and grabbed her by the head, yanking her out of her seat. The shot zoomed out as an engine whirred to life, revealing that Sasquatchanakwa had also commandeered Chris's jetpack. With the captive dumb princess in his arms, he took off into the air.
"Hey, he took my jetpack!" Chris quickly protested. The shot cut back to the ape-man and dumb blonde as Lindsay screamed, and Saquatchanakwa flew off to the foggy and ominous crags of Boney Island.
"Uh-huh...," Chris said blankly, still fanning himself. "Will Lindsay survive?" he asked the camera, lifting up his shades. "And am I legally liable if she doesn't? Find out, after the break."
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Hey guys, so I’m usually very pro union and I supported the IATSE strike because on set workers were really getting treated terrible.
But- Writers? Really? The only writers I know own million dollar homes and only work half a year and are managing to travel and picket during the strike with no financial problems. The starting rate for writers I believe is triple digits for only half a year of work…
I feel like this is a group that has so much better pay and benefits than most of the rest of us, and some of what they’re asking for feels insane to me, like 6% residuals, 400% increasevs what studios are offering??? 10 writers per room? really???
Like I support the writers strike up to the point that streaming gets treated the same as film and television and isn’t used as an excuse to pay less. I also think people who don’t actually make the movies take waaaay too much money (CEOs and studio execs), like, yes more should go to the writers and everyone else.
But here’s my bone to pick- I see so many VFX and other workers losing their jobs, and unlike writers these people actually need to work all year to survive, and don’t get any of the benefits or pay or residuals that writers get.
It just feels like the wake of destruction is huge.
One of the complaints I see is that writers who are just starting off don’t get paid enough. Really? Wow welcome to how it is for literally everyone else starting off.
I guess I’m just tired of VFX getting treated like shit and having no protections yet people who are way more well off shutting everything down for everyone just so they can get more.
I’m also tired of other departments thinking they’re the most important aspects of making a film and soaking up all the residuals while so many vital departments that literally design the shots, fight sequences, effects, etc get left in the dust.
What am I missing? Maybe there’s something the writers are dealing with that I don’t understand that makes it worth it? I’m actually curious to hear everyone’s takes, I haven’t really gotten to talk to people about it because there’s so much tip toeing around this subject.
Your input would be much appreciated! Hopefully this can be more of a discussion than just me ranting haha

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Good morning, afternoon, evening, or night, wherever you might be! (It's evening here in EST; wasn't that a clever way to point out my time zone?) You can call me CC; I'm a long-time roleplay writer (squarely in the middle of my twenties) who's braving the new frontier of Reddit to find partners in storytelling. I'm a big believer in lengthy posts: Not word count over substance, of course, but breathing life into a setting and characters with well-chosen details and, hopefully, a little flair, is something that's near and dear to my heart.
The genre I'm looking to explore, most likely to the chagrin of some of the more high-concept-minded scribes here, is modern-day slice-of-life! (If you closed out of this ad upon reading that, it's okay! High-concept stories are AWESOME, they're just not my strong suit.) I'd thoroughly enjoy getting to craft a playful story with a plucky pair of romantic leads who have a cheeky chemistry, an I-can't-stand-them-but-oh-God-I'm-crushing energy, and a spark that'll see them end up together.
You may notice I'm speaking in broad strokes instead of debuting the prompt for a more specific story, and that's by design! I think stories really sing when writers work together to decide on a setting and plot beats, but, hey, if you ask me to write you something and you'll follow my lead, cool, that works too.
The characters I'm best at writing are typically college-to-young-adult in age, and I most enjoy writing adorkable male leads who are, in some way, an underdog in a power dynamic with their romantic counterpart, starting on the back foot and working tirelessly to go toe-to-toe with her antics.
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Good morning, afternoon, evening, or night, wherever you might be! (It's evening here in EST; wasn't that a clever way to point out my time zone?) You can call me CC; I'm a long-time roleplay writer (squarely in the middle of my twenties) who's braving the new frontier of Reddit to find partners in storytelling. I'm a big believer in lengthy posts: Not word count over substance, of course, but breathing life into a setting and characters with well-chosen details and, hopefully, a little flair, is something that's near and dear to my heart.
The genre I'm looking to explore, most likely to the chagrin of some of the more high-concept-minded scribes here, is modern-day slice-of-life! (If you closed out of this ad upon reading that, it's okay! High-concept stories are AWESOME, they're just not my strong suit.) I'd thoroughly enjoy getting to craft a playful story with a plucky pair of romantic leads who have a cheeky chemistry, an I-can't-stand-them-but-oh-God-I'm-crushing energy, and a spark that'll see them end up together.
You may notice I'm speaking in broad strokes instead of debuting the prompt for a more specific story, and that's by design! I think stories really sing when writers work together to decide on a setting and plot beats, but, hey, if you ask me to write you something and you'll follow my lead, cool, that works too.
The characters I'm best at writing are typically college-to-young-adult in age, and I most enjoy writing adorkable male leads who are, in some way, an underdog in a power dynamic with their romantic counterpart, starting on the back foot and working tirelessly to go toe-to-toe with her antics.
If this ad speaks to you in any way, shape, or form, please write me and tell me why! Let's do what this post's title says and write something witty, charming, and cheeky.