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What is The Standard Shear Length?

2023.07.25 10:36 shearsdirect What is The Standard Shear Length?

Understanding Shear Length
When it comes to haircutting, shear length is quite important in getting the desired results. Hair stylists and professionals rely on the right shear size to provide precision, control, and comfort while working. Understanding shear length and its influence is vital for every hairdresser who wants to be the best in their field.
Shear length refers to the overall size of the hair-cutting scissors or shears. It includes the blade length, handle length, and overall weight distribution. Depending on the cutting technique and hairstyling preferences, different scissor sizes provide varied advantages.
Choosing the right shear size calls for taking into account several different criteria. Longer shears, for example, provide a bigger cutting surface, making them perfect for efficiently reducing bulk and generating long, flowing cuts. Shorter shears provide more control and accuracy for specialized tasks, including texturizing or working on shorter haircuts.
Professionals require hair stylist shears that are particularly developed to satisfy their needs. They are made of high-quality materials, have comfortable handles, and have sharp blades for smooth, simple cutting motions. Investing in the greatest stylist shears can enhance the cutting experience and the quality of the outcomes greatly.
Personal comfort and experience can affect hair stylists' shear length choices. As a result, it's essential to experiment and figure out the shear size that best matches the cutting style and technique.
The Importance of Shear Size in Hair Styling
The length of the shear blades affects the cutting area and the amount of hair that can be removed with each stroke. Longer shear blades provide a greater cutting surface, which makes them perfect for efficiently reducing bulk and achieving lengthy, flawless cuts. They are especially useful for hair stylists who work with thick or long hair. Shorter shear blades, on the other hand, provide greater control and accuracy, making them ideal for delicate detailing, texturizing, and dealing with shorter hair lengths.
The overall size and weight distribution of the shear impact the comfort and mobility of the hairstylist. Ergonomic handles and a well-balanced weight distribution help to reduce strain and discomfort during lengthy cutting sessions.
Experimenting with various shear sizes can assist hairstylists in discovering the equipment that best matches their expertise and boost their cutting abilities.
Investing in high-quality, appropriate-size stylist shears is critical for obtaining accurate, professional results. Professional-grade shears are made with sharp blades and long-lasting materials to ensure longevity and consistency of performance.
Exploring Hair Stylist Scissors Types and Features
Hair stylist scissors, also known as shears, are the perfect tools for the professional hairstylists. These specialized scissors are designed to provide precise, clean cuts and exceptional control during hair styling. Choosing the best stylist shears or hair salon shears is a personal decision based on the stylist's technique, comfort, and desired cutting results. Let's delve into the various types and features of stylist hair scissors that elevate the art of hairstyling.
Hair Stylist Shears
Types of Scissors
Blade Design
Ergonomic Handles
Offset or Crane Design
Tension Adjustment
Size and Weight
Cutting Edge
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2023.07.22 10:40 shearsdirect CREATING SOFT BLENDS WITH CHUNKER SCISSORS: TECHNIQUES FOR SEAMLESS TRANSITIONS

CREATING SOFT BLENDS WITH CHUNKER SCISSORS: TECHNIQUES FOR SEAMLESS TRANSITIONS

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Welcome to the world of pet grooming, where precision and comfort are paramount. In the arsenal of professional groomers, one tool stands out for its exceptional cutting capabilities: grooming chunkers. These specialized scissors are meticulously crafted using high-quality materials and engineered to deliver superior performance. With sharp edges and effortless trimming abilities, grooming chunkers have become an indispensable tool for groomers worldwide.
Designed with the groomer in mind, grooming chunkers feature an ergonomic design that ensures a comfortable grip and reduces strain on the hands and wrists. Even during extended grooming sessions, these scissors provide maximum comfort, allowing groomers to work with precision and ease. Their ability to achieve precise cuts makes them ideal for creating a wide range of hairstyles and cuts, from subtle trims to bold and dramatic looks.
Superior Design Versatility and Precision
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One of the standout features of grooming chunkers is their exceptional precision, which allows groomers to create a wide range of hairstyles and cuts. Whether it's a subtle trim to maintain a pet's natural appearance or a bold, dramatic look for a special occasion, grooming chunkers offer the versatility needed to achieve stunning results. The chunking blades on these scissors are designed to remove bulk and create texture, making them ideal for blending, thinning, and feathering techniques. With grooming chunkers, groomers have the freedom to express their creativity and cater to the unique styling needs of each.
A key comparison in the world of Chunker vs Thinner Shears
While grooming chunkers excel in precise cutting, thinning shears, offer a different approach that helps blend the hair, creating a more natural and textured appearance.
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Achieving Seamless Transitions Texture and Volume
Blending scissors are essential for achieving seamless transitions in fur or haircuts, creating a natural and well-blended appearance. Texturizing scissors add texture to the coat, allowing groomers to create visually stunning effects.
  • Blending scissors are an essential tool for pet groomers seeking to create seamless transitions in fur or haircuts. These specialized scissors are designed to blend different lengths of hair smoothly, creating a natural and well-blended appearance. With their unique features and cutting techniques, blending shears offer groomers unparalleled control and precision in achieving a harmonious and polished finish.
  • Texturizing scissors is a game-changer when it comes to achieving a variety of hairstyles and looks. Their primary purpose is to add texture to the coat, texturizing thinner shears and allowing groomers to create visually stunning effects. By strategically removing specific sections of hair or fur, these scissors create varying lengths and layers.
Blade Designs for Different Grooming Needs
The blade designs of grooming chunkers include convex blades for precise cuts and beveled or semi-convex blades for robust cutting techniques. ShearsDirect carries primarily convex edge blades to ensure grooming precision, creativity, and efficiency, making them indispensable tools.
  • Convex blades: Preferred for easy, precise cuts without bending or folding.
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  • Ergonomic handles with adjustable finger rest and padded grips minimize strain and improve control. Offset or crane design provides a comfortable grip, reducing hand and wrist fatigue during grooming sessions.
Conclusion
Grooming chunkers are a must-have tool for professional pet groomers due to their exceptional cutting capabilities. With superior design, versatility, and precision, grooming chunkers offer groomers the ability to achieve precise cuts and create a wide range of hairstyles and looks. Their ergonomic design ensures comfort during extended grooming sessions. When compared to thinning shears, grooming chunkers excel in defined cuts.
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2023.04.18 15:50 Angel466 [Life Of Emeron] We Plan, Gods Laugh - Part 58

PART FIFTY-EIGHT
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As we rode, I kept practising with the mini chain-lightning. As such, I found the balance between the savage brutality of my initial demand that brought the magic about and the whining that achieved precisely nothing. I had to be firm with my thoughts. Make it clear to the brand that what I wanted was what I expected to get.
For the time being, this new development was one I’d be keeping to myself, for the ramifications were huge. Chain-lightning wasn’t exactly at the beginning of a mage’s career. It took years of practice to wield that level of magic, memorising the scripts and the gestures, and the process was draining. Yet here I was, hours later, willing it into existence time and time and time again, and I felt no difference.
I began to wonder whether chain-lightning was the only thing I could will into existence. My next instinct was to go for fire. Nothing huge. A mini one about the size of a finger digit. But fire was still fire, and everything it touched would still burn, including my clothes, if not my hand, so for now, that was out.
Food was an option. Fortunately, my long association with mages meant I had seen all manner of magic being cast, including the conjuration of a banquet. At the time, the mages had attempted to explain how conjuration animated life rather than creating it, but the replication would be acceptable for the purposes of what we needed. That is, the cow didn’t have to live for the steak on my plate to taste delicious.
Like the chain-mail, I thought of something small. Something impossible in these conditions. A strawberry. Yes! I wanted a fresh strawberry.
Again, I felt my shoulder ripple and the dust dots inside my fingers whirled, drawing in the mass of the snow and changing it, growing it, altering its colour, until in just a few seconds, I had a strawberry in my hand. One I could eat in a single bite.
In quick motions that I hoped no one would notice, I pulled my scarf down, popped the strawberry into my mouth and covered my lower face with the scarf once more to keep anyone from watching me chew.
I made a sound I was not proud of as my teeth sank into the sweet flesh of the summer fruit. I knew it wasn’t real. I had seen the dust dots do something to the snow to make it a strawberry, but I couldn’t convince myself that what I was chewing wasn’t a natural strawberry!
Something else occurred to me as I chewed. Most spells originated at the mage: fireballs, chain-lightning, invisible pushes. But I had seen the High Mage cast spells that grew from within an enemy camp. He had cast it from my side, and I had watched it grow into existence half a mile away to encompass our supposed enemy before they even reached us.
He had been panting heavily afterwards, but the display had devastated our supposed enemy. More importantly, it showed me that it could be done. But did I want to do that? Certainly not yet. I was still making hand lightning and strawberries.
Would I ever want to figure out that I could do it? That was a loaded question like no other. I knew the High Mage had been casting that spell because I’d seen him mumble the incantations and make the appropriate gestures, but I had already proven that I needed none of that. I didn’t have to coerce the dust dots to behave a certain way. The dust dots was at my beck and call. If I was right, I could be sitting at dinner, ordering sheets of chain-lightning to crash into a building’s walls on the other side of the river, and no one would have the faintest idea it was me.
Not terrifying at all.
Wait! Was this the power that those other sister-cysts of Polly wanted to bequeath their chosen leader?! Hell no! If I understood Polly right, the magic she controlled ended at the borders of the Empire. More specifically, twelve miles off our coast in all directions. Which meant something must be keeping the dust dots inside that space.
And just like that, I was beginning to understand what she meant by the Consitors being outside their work-net. Polly controlled our dust dots, the kingdoms controlled theirs, and the Consitors’ power stopped the moment they hit international waters.
So even though the concept was terrifying, it wasn’t the empire I was afraid for. The kingdoms’ ultimate control of magical power would never reach us, no matter what they tried. But the kingdoms themselves would be devastated. There’d be wars on a scale I dreaded to consider. As a king from those lands, my second eldest son Roche and his family would be caught up in that. The kingdoms would be destroyed or run by tyrants in very short order. I couldn’t allow that to happen. As much as I wanted to help Polly’s sister-cysts, the stability of all the lands was more critical.
At this point, I doubted I would share what I’d learned with Roald. He was the emperor, the face of the empire, and he needed to focus on the people and be what they needed. The key he wore would act as a shield, and he would never be in danger, and in the meantime, I could stay in the shadows with no one being any the wiser.
To shift my thoughts away from keeping secrets from my son, my mind refocused on that Rod of God I had Polly drop on that ship. She’d said I needed to give individual consent to each of those types of attacks. But why, if I’m connected to the dust dots that’s everywhere?
Unless the dust dots weren’t up where the Rod of God came from.
It was a lance of sorts, and how many times had Polly said the word ‘dropped’ when in conjunction with it? Where had it been dropped from? Polly used many words I didn’t understand, but surely she didn’t control the moon and the stars as well.
I was so lost in my thoughts; I hadn’t realised Milo had stopped until my horse released an annoyed nicker and sidestepped the small pony barely two inches from its nose. Without hesitating, I pulled down my scarf, let out a sharp whistle to bring up everyone else, and nudged with my knees for my steed to move up beside Milo.
I was glad for the slatted eyewear, as it allowed me to make out some manner of obstacle blocking our path. They were large, and they had numbers. Three in front, and when I looked, two could just be made out before they disappeared into the snow. I was four feet from them, knew exactly what I was looking at, and I could still barely see them.
I pulled down my scarf. “Greetings from the capital,” I shouted through the snow to the three in front of Milo and me, though I was more focused on the middle mass that was maybe four or five inches taller than Tarq. “May we speak to your chief or chiefess?”
The front three formed a single line with the middle one at the rear and moved forward and, as if someone stepped out of the night to join us at our campfire, their oversized faces in the same colours as the snow around us appeared bearing a pair of upward-facing tusks. Despite the blizzard-like conditions, they only wore a single layer of leather clothing that had been treated to match their deathlike skin tone.
I’d initially thought his hair was cut short like mine, but when all three walked between Milo and me, with the third one stopping and turning around (the second one mimicking the move between the girls and I assumed the first one took up their spot between Tarq and the Lanthirs), I saw it was, in fact, long. Very long. To the back of the knee level long, braided into a thick rope with a dull, grey bevelled stone the size of my double fist somehow woven into the bottom end. The stone swung with his sharp movements and settled the moment he stopped.
“Come,” he said, taking our horses’ bridles, one in each hand.
The two that had been farther away then stepped closer and turned as well, revealing their identical hairstyle, and led the way.
We were given no choice. We were moved forward.
I was about to mention how we’d need to drop back into a single file to take advantage of Milo’s horse packing a trail for us when I realised the snow between our guide and the two out the front went from two feet to barely two inches. It was magic … magic on par with Thalien’s push from this morning, only … not. The snow wasn’t being shovelled forward because that was the direction we were heading. No, it was being lifted and banked over the top of us by a temporary set of walls and ceiling courtesy of magical dust dots.
I’d never interacted directly with the snow half-orcs in all my years. To my knowledge, they kept to themselves, paid their taxes, and never came off their home mountains. Even in passing conversations with the Macarrats who ruled the provinces they called home, nothing was notable about them. They didn’t like cities and weren’t comfortable around people in general. They were simply … there. Like the snowy mountain caps they lived on.
And, similarly to their green half-orc cousins, they had sorcerers rather than mages. Those who instinctually knew how to do things of a magical nature because they no longer had the intellect to study the more difficult arcana.
Still, to watch the way the two in front lifted tonnes of snow out of our way, have it hover on an unnatural angle long enough for us to pass, and knowing it would be dropped back into place and look as if it had never been moved, was astonishing. Even more impressive, it meant we left no trail at all.
After about twenty feet of moving like this, our guide let out a chirp-like whistle which I had assumed meant the sorcerers out the front could slow down and reserve their magic. Constant casting like that was tiring.
Instead, they started jogging, and at another chirp, their jog went to a sprint that had our horses cantering alongside them. I looked ahead, still unable to see more than a few feet in the snow and feeling incredibly out of sorts. I took both reins in one hand and pressed them into my saddle horn as I turned back to look at Harmony and Shay-Lee being guided by another half-orc, the same as Milo and I were. With the heavy snow, I could barely make them out. Not that I could see the half-orc, only the gap between our horses that allowed for one to be there. I could only assume Tarq and the Lanthirs were being guided behind them.
I couldn’t say precisely when I began to relax and let the journey happen. We needed to see the snow half-orcs, and they were obviously taking us somewhere. Milo’s confirmation that we were still heading towards Tetorli went a long way towards my calm. At some point, between the white we couldn’t see past and the canter that I had no control over (shy of attacking our guide, which would be both counter-productive and stupid), I let the rhythm of the horses’ hooves lull me into a state akin to daydreaming.
That was the other thing. Everything was silent except for us (and by us, I meant the cantering pace of our horses). With my eyes closed, I’d have had no idea that five snow half-orcs were running with us at all. Their booted feet didn’t crunch into the ground, nor did their breathing grow laboured. They showed no sign of fatigue at all.
For a second, I feared they had been given a different kind of battle grain, but I shook that idea aside. An alternate battle grain might have explained the endurance, but not their ability to remain silent, which … to quote Shay-Lee … was creepy as fuck.
When my guide chirped again and our speed decreased, I came fully awake and took in our surroundings.
Snow still fell all around us. Not as heavily as before, but enough for me to still want the warmth of Thalien’s travel dome when we set up camp. Ahead was a clearing of sorts, with an open kitchen, if one could call it that. There were no fires or stoves, just tables covered in food being prepared by the better part of a hundred or more snow half-orcs. Even from this distance, I recognised some of the processes that went into the preparations. Some manner of what I thought looked like pasta was being fed into a grinder that flattened it and cut it into strips simultaneously.
As I had only made pasta by rolling the dough out, folding itself back and forward, and using a dough cutter to make strips, the cook in me wanted to investigate the ins and outs of that tiny machine.
Unfortunately, the Consitor situation had to take precedence, though I would be back for that grinder and the process that went into using it. That looked way easier than how I made pasta.
In front of them, children played, running around the adults lounging in chairs made from piled snow, entirely at home. To the far right of us was a wall of white leather and canvas, standing over seven feet tall and so far into the distance it disappeared into the snow.
Snow half-orcs were everywhere, and it suddenly dawned on me why. I pulled down my scarf. “We made it to Tetorli?” I asked, bringing every set of eyes to us.
“You most certainly did,” another snow half-orc answered, moving amongst his people towards us. He was older, but from the way his booted feet moved through the snow, he had no problem with his age. The two guides in front of us spun side-on to assume the part of his honour guard, but he kept coming towards us without paying them any attention. His gaze stayed locked on me for longer than was comfortable, then slid sideways to the guide holding mine and Milo’s horse bridals. “So how far off course were they?”
“Not as far as we feared, Father,” our guide answered with a respectful dip of his head. “They corrected their course on their own, but in doing so, they were heading straight into Vandemott.”
The older half-orc hissed and screwed up his face in a grimace, to which our guides nodded in silent agreement.
Milo stiffened in his saddle. “Why wouldn’t we go through Vandemott?” he asked, not entirely removing the abrasiveness from his question. “It’s the most direct route…”
“And still is … if you have the means to move thousands if not tens of thousands of tonnes of snow.”
Milo was shocked, and I was right there with him. “What?” Milo got in first.
“Haven’t been around these parts recently, have you, pipsqueak? The East Ridge collapsed after last year’s thaw, and right now, there’s the better part of forty feet of powder through there.” The chief shook his head. “You’d have never made it.”
“But that’s…that’s the way we still came…?…”
“Of course it is. You went through it, thanks to my son and his scouting party.”
Our guide grinned and released the bridles to tap two fingers of his right hand against his temple in a mild salute/acknowledgement of the praise. “You’re welcome, by the way,” he said to all of us as a whole. His gaze turned lewd as he twisted on his heel to stare behind me. “Of course, once you’re settled, I’m looking forward to getting to know you a whole lot better, little maiden.”
Lusty chuckles greeted his words, and I didn’t even have to turn around to know that Harmony was once more in her element. I heard her slide from her saddle, but the absence of her patting his arm (her standard means of accepting his proposal) had me glancing over my shoulder, where she was indeed patting his leathered arm, just without making a sound.
“Unless it’s urgent,” she purred, rubbing herself across his arm. “There’s no need to wait.”
Our guide’s head snapped up and looked at the older half-orc before me. “Father?”
“Go,” he said with a chuckle, using the same two fingers his son had to dismiss him and his fellow scouts. “Your mind will be mush until you get her out of your system.”
It was only out of the corner of my eye that I saw the guide scoop Harmony into his arms and race through an opening in the canvas wall that I assumed led to a tent city of sorts with his scouting party in tow. I was shocked at how I still heard nothing from the scouts. They ran across the snow with her, crushing snow as they went, yet the only sound was Harmony’s laughter and the slight jingle of her tote.
“Not interested in joining them?” I asked the chief, knowing Harmony’s pheromones would be working like a siren call based on how many men and women around us were suddenly scrambling to their feet to follow them.
The older man huffed, his lips curling into a smile around his tusks. “Back in my day, before I married Sebastian’s mother, I shared a relief maiden once. We hardly see them up here, but I can say from experience their libido and endurance are worthy of their reputation.”
You met one once. Try living with one for eight years. “It’s tied directly to their calling,” I explained, for Harmony had discussed the matter with us a few times over the years. “The more people she welcomes within her, the more powerful her magic and the longer she can cast it.”
He squinted at me, then looked at the rest of my friends. “Then I’m guessing she’ll be needing them as much as they’ll be enjoying her.”
It had taken me a long time to accept that view of someone I considered almost family, and the fact that his tone didn’t have an ounce of derisiveness in it helped. “Something like that, yes,” I agreed, sliding from my saddle so he wouldn’t have to look up at me. It meant I would be looking up at him by a few inches, but that was half-orcs in general.
He took a deep sniff in my direction and made a light, almost surprised sound at the back of his throat.
“What?”
“You act as if she matters to you, but she’s not your blood.”
“How would you know that?”
He sniffed again. “Different bloodlines. I can smell it.”
Yet another trick of the snow half-orcs that I hadn’t been aware of.
“How do you do it?” he asked.
Given the loaded nature of that question, I huffed. “You’re going to have to be much more specific, Chief…?”
“Felipe. And I know you have many secrets that we need to discuss this evening, but my current question is more a general one of parental curiosity. How do you come to have a relief maiden mean so much to you, yet you allow her to continue doing what she does without killing everyone who intends to use her?” He looked back at the gap in the canvas wall that Harmony and his son and friends disappeared through. “I wouldn’t be able to stomach it.”
“The past is what makes us. She was a relief maiden before we met, and providing a service for both men and women makes her complete and happy. If everyone wins, why should I interfere with that?”
He turned, and with a single wave designed to keep us with him, he began leading us down the length of the canvas wall towards the other end of the ‘village’. “You are still more accommodating than I would be.”
“I get told that a lot.”
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2023.04.18 15:50 Angel466 [Life Of Emeron] We Plan, Gods Laugh - Part 58

PART FIFTY-EIGHT
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As we rode, I kept practising with the mini chain-lightning. As such, I found the balance between the savage brutality of my initial demand that brought the magic about and the whining that achieved precisely nothing. I had to be firm with my thoughts. Make it clear to the brand that what I wanted was what I expected to get.
For the time being, this new development was one I’d be keeping to myself, for the ramifications were huge. Chain-lightning wasn’t exactly at the beginning of a mage’s career. It took years of practice to wield that level of magic, memorising the scripts and the gestures, and the process was draining. Yet here I was, hours later, willing it into existence time and time and time again, and I felt no difference.
I began to wonder whether chain-lightning was the only thing I could will into existence. My next instinct was to go for fire. Nothing huge. A mini one about the size of a finger digit. But fire was still fire, and everything it touched would still burn, including my clothes, if not my hand, so for now, that was out.
Food was an option. Fortunately, my long association with mages meant I had seen all manner of magic being cast, including the conjuration of a banquet. At the time, the mages had attempted to explain how conjuration animated life rather than creating it, but the replication would be acceptable for the purposes of what we needed. That is, the cow didn’t have to live for the steak on my plate to taste delicious.
Like the chain-mail, I thought of something small. Something impossible in these conditions. A strawberry. Yes! I wanted a fresh strawberry.
Again, I felt my shoulder ripple and the dust dots inside my fingers whirled, drawing in the mass of the snow and changing it, growing it, altering its colour, until in just a few seconds, I had a strawberry in my hand. One I could eat in a single bite.
In quick motions that I hoped no one would notice, I pulled my scarf down, popped the strawberry into my mouth and covered my lower face with the scarf once more to keep anyone from watching me chew.
I made a sound I was not proud of as my teeth sank into the sweet flesh of the summer fruit. I knew it wasn’t real. I had seen the dust dots do something to the snow to make it a strawberry, but I couldn’t convince myself that what I was chewing wasn’t a natural strawberry!
Something else occurred to me as I chewed. Most spells originated at the mage: fireballs, chain-lightning, invisible pushes. But I had seen the High Mage cast spells that grew from within an enemy camp. He had cast it from my side, and I had watched it grow into existence half a mile away to encompass our supposed enemy before they even reached us.
He had been panting heavily afterwards, but the display had devastated our supposed enemy. More importantly, it showed me that it could be done. But did I want to do that? Certainly not yet. I was still making hand lightning and strawberries.
Would I ever want to figure out that I could do it? That was a loaded question like no other. I knew the High Mage had been casting that spell because I’d seen him mumble the incantations and make the appropriate gestures, but I had already proven that I needed none of that. I didn’t have to coerce the dust dots to behave a certain way. The dust dots was at my beck and call. If I was right, I could be sitting at dinner, ordering sheets of chain-lightning to crash into a building’s walls on the other side of the river, and no one would have the faintest idea it was me.
Not terrifying at all.
Wait! Was this the power that those other sister-cysts of Polly wanted to bequeath their chosen leader?! Hell no! If I understood Polly right, the magic she controlled ended at the borders of the Empire. More specifically, twelve miles off our coast in all directions. Which meant something must be keeping the dust dots inside that space.
And just like that, I was beginning to understand what she meant by the Consitors being outside their work-net. Polly controlled our dust dots, the kingdoms controlled theirs, and the Consitors’ power stopped the moment they hit international waters.
So even though the concept was terrifying, it wasn’t the empire I was afraid for. The kingdoms’ ultimate control of magical power would never reach us, no matter what they tried. But the kingdoms themselves would be devastated. There’d be wars on a scale I dreaded to consider. As a king from those lands, my second eldest son Roche and his family would be caught up in that. The kingdoms would be destroyed or run by tyrants in very short order. I couldn’t allow that to happen. As much as I wanted to help Polly’s sister-cysts, the stability of all the lands was more critical.
At this point, I doubted I would share what I’d learned with Roald. He was the emperor, the face of the empire, and he needed to focus on the people and be what they needed. The key he wore would act as a shield, and he would never be in danger, and in the meantime, I could stay in the shadows with no one being any the wiser.
To shift my thoughts away from keeping secrets from my son, my mind refocused on that Rod of God I had Polly drop on that ship. She’d said I needed to give individual consent to each of those types of attacks. But why, if I’m connected to the dust dots that’s everywhere?
Unless the dust dots wasn’t up where the Rod of God came from.
It was a lance of sorts, and how many times had Polly said the word ‘dropped’ when in conjunction with it? Where had it been dropped from? Polly used many words I didn’t understand, but surely she didn’t control the moon and the stars as well.
I was so lost in my thoughts; I hadn’t realised Milo had stopped until my horse released an annoyed nicker and sidestepped the small pony barely two inches from its nose. Without hesitating, I pulled down my scarf, let out a sharp whistle to bring up everyone else, and nudged with my knees for my steed to move up beside Milo.
I was glad for the slatted eyewear, as it allowed me to make out some manner of obstacle blocking our path. They were large, and they had numbers. Three in front, and when I looked, two could just be made out before they disappeared into the snow. I was four feet from them, knew exactly what I was looking at, and I could still barely see them.
I pulled down my scarf. “Greetings from the capital,” I shouted through the snow to the three in front of Milo and me, though I was more focused on the middle mass that was maybe four or five inches taller than Tarq. “May we speak to your chief or chiefess?”
The front three formed a single line with the middle one at the rear and moved forward and, as if someone stepped out of the night to join us at our campfire, their oversized faces in the same colours as the snow around us appeared bearing a pair of upward-facing tusks. Despite the blizzard-like conditions, they only wore a single layer of leather clothing that had been treated to match their deathlike skin tone.
I’d initially thought his hair was cut short like mine, but when all three walked between Milo and me, with the third one stopping and turning around (the second one mimicking the move between the girls and I assumed the first one took up their spot between Tarq and the Lanthirs), I saw it was, in fact, long. Very long. To the back of the knee level long, braided into a thick rope with a dull, grey bevelled stone the size of my double fist somehow woven into the bottom end. The stone swung with his sharp movements and settled the moment he stopped.
“Come,” he said, taking our horses’ bridles, one in each hand.
The two that had been farther away then stepped closer and turned as well, revealing their identical hairstyle, and led the way.
We were given no choice. We were moved forward.
I was about to mention how we’d need to drop back into a single file to take advantage of Milo’s horse packing a trail for us when I realised the snow between our guide and the two out the front went from two feet to barely two inches. It was magic … magic on par with Thalien’s push from this morning, only … not. The snow wasn’t being shovelled forward because that was the direction we were heading. No, it was being lifted and banked over the top of us by a temporary set of walls and ceiling courtesy of magical dust dots.
I’d never interacted directly with the snow half-orcs in all my years. To my knowledge, they kept to themselves, paid their taxes, and never came off their home mountains. Even in passing conversations with the Macarrats who ruled the provinces they called home, nothing was notable about them. They didn’t like cities and weren’t comfortable around people in general. They were simply … there. Like the snowy mountain caps they lived on.
And, similarly to their green half-orc cousins, they had sorcerers rather than mages. Those who instinctually knew how to do things of a magical nature because they no longer had the intellect to study the more difficult arcana.
Still, to watch the way the two in front lifted tonnes of snow out of our way, have it hover on an unnatural angle long enough for us to pass, and knowing it would be dropped back into place and look as if it had never been moved, was astonishing. Even more impressive, it meant we left no trail at all.
After about twenty feet of moving like this, our guide let out a chirp-like whistle which I had assumed meant the sorcerers out the front could slow down and reserve their magic. Constant casting like that was tiring.
Instead, they started jogging, and at another chirp, their jog went to a sprint that had our horses cantering alongside them. I looked ahead, still unable to see more than a few feet in the snow and feeling incredibly out of sorts. I took both reins in one hand and pressed them into my saddle horn as I turned back to look at Harmony and Shay-Lee being guided by another half-orc, the same as Milo and I were. With the heavy snow, I could barely make them out. Not that I could see the half-orc, only the gap between our horses that allowed for one to be there. I could only assume Tarq and the Lanthirs were being guided behind them.
I couldn’t say precisely when I began to relax and let the journey happen. We needed to see the snow half-orcs, and they were obviously taking us somewhere. Milo’s confirmation that we were still heading towards Tetorli went a long way towards my calm. At some point, between the white we couldn’t see past and the canter that I had no control over (shy of attacking our guide, which would be both counter-productive and stupid), I let the rhythm of the horses’ hooves lull me into a state akin to daydreaming.
That was the other thing. Everything was silent except for us (and by us, I meant the cantering pace of our horses). With my eyes closed, I’d have had no idea that five snow half-orcs were running with us at all. Their booted feet didn’t crunch into the ground, nor did their breathing grow laboured. They showed no sign of fatigue at all.
For a second, I feared they had been given a different kind of battle grain, but I shook that idea aside. An alternate battle grain might have explained the endurance, but not their ability to remain silent, which … to quote Shay-Lee … was creepy as fuck.
When my guide chirped again and our speed decreased, I came fully awake and took in our surroundings.
Snow still fell all around us. Not as heavily as before, but enough for me to still want the warmth of Thalien’s travel dome when we set up camp. Ahead was a clearing of sorts, with an open kitchen, if one could call it that. There were no fires or stoves, just tables covered in food being prepared by the better part of a hundred or more snow half-orcs. Even from this distance, I recognised some of the processes that went into the preparations. Some manner of what I thought looked like pasta was being fed into a grinder that flattened it and cut it into strips simultaneously.
As I had only made pasta by rolling the dough out, folding itself back and forward, and using a dough cutter to make strips, the cook in me wanted to investigate the ins and outs of that tiny machine.
Unfortunately, the Consitor situation had to take precedence, though I would be back for that grinder and the process that went into using it. That looked way easier than how I made pasta.
In front of them, children played, running around the adults lounging in chairs made from piled snow, entirely at home. To the far right of us was a wall of white leather and canvas, standing over seven feet tall and so far into the distance it disappeared into the snow.
Snow half-orcs were everywhere, and it suddenly dawned on me why. I pulled down my scarf. “We made it to Tetorli?” I asked, bringing every set of eyes to us.
“You most certainly did,” another snow half-orc answered, moving amongst his people towards us. He was older, but from the way his booted feet moved through the snow, he had no problem with his age. The two guides in front of us spun side-on to assume the part of his honour guard, but he kept coming towards us without paying them any attention. His gaze stayed locked on me for longer than was comfortable, then slid sideways to the guide holding mine and Milo’s horse bridals. “So how far off course were they?”
“Not as far as we feared, Father,” our guide answered with a respectful dip of his head. “They corrected their course on their own, but in doing so, they were heading straight into Vandemott.”
The older half-orc hissed and screwed up his face in a grimace, to which our guides nodded in silent agreement.
Milo stiffened in his saddle. “Why wouldn’t we go through Vandemott?” he asked, not entirely removing the abrasiveness from his question. “It’s the most direct route…”
“And still is … if you have the means to move thousands if not tens of thousands of tonnes of snow.”
Milo was shocked, and I was right there with him. “What?” Milo got in first.
“Haven’t been around these parts recently, have you, pipsqueak? The East Ridge collapsed after last year’s thaw, and right now, there’s the better part of forty feet of powder through there.” The chief shook his head. “You’d have never made it.”
“But that’s…that’s the way we still came…?…”
“Of course it is. You went through it, thanks to my son and his scouting party.”
Our guide grinned and released the bridles to tap two fingers of his right hand against his temple in a mild salute/acknowledgement of the praise. “You’re welcome, by the way,” he said to all of us as a whole. His gaze turned lewd as he twisted on his heel to stare behind me. “Of course, once you’re settled, I’m looking forward to getting to know you a whole lot better, little maiden.”
Lusty chuckles greeted his words, and I didn’t even have to turn around to know that Harmony was once more in her element. I heard her slide from her saddle, but the absence of her patting his arm (her standard means of accepting his proposal) had me glancing over my shoulder, where she was indeed patting his leathered arm, just without making a sound.
“Unless it’s urgent,” she purred, rubbing herself across his arm. “There’s no need to wait.”
Our guide’s head snapped up and looked at the older half-orc before me. “Father?”
“Go,” he said with a chuckle, using the same two fingers his son had to dismiss him and his fellow scouts. “Your mind will be mush until you get her out of your system.”
It was only out of the corner of my eye that I saw the guide scoop Harmony into his arms and race through an opening in the canvas wall that I assumed led to a tent city of sorts with his scouting party in tow. I was shocked at how I still heard nothing from the scouts. They ran across the snow with her, crushing snow as they went, yet the only sound was Harmony’s laughter and the slight jingle of her tote.
“Not interested in joining them?” I asked the chief, knowing Harmony’s pheromones would be working like a siren call based on how many men and women around us were suddenly scrambling to their feet to follow them.
The older man huffed, his lips curling into a smile around his tusks. “Back in my day, before I married Sebastian’s mother, I shared a relief maiden once. We hardly see them up here, but I can say from experience their libido and endurance are worthy of their reputation.”
You met one once. Try living with one for eight years. “It’s tied directly to their calling,” I explained, for Harmony had discussed the matter with us a few times over the years. “The more people she welcomes within her, the more powerful her magic and the longer she can cast it.”
He squinted at me, then looked at the rest of my friends. “Then I’m guessing she’ll be needing them as much as they’ll be enjoying her.”
It had taken me a long time to accept that view of someone I considered almost family, and the fact that his tone didn’t have an ounce of derisiveness in it helped. “Something like that, yes,” I agreed, sliding from my saddle so he wouldn’t have to look up at me. It meant I would be looking up at him by a few inches, but that was half-orcs in general.
He took a deep sniff in my direction and made a light, almost surprised sound at the back of his throat.
“What?”
“You act as if she matters to you, but she’s not your blood.”
“How would you know that?”
He sniffed again. “Different bloodlines. I can smell it.”
Yet another trick of the snow half-orcs that I hadn’t been aware of.
“How do you do it?” he asked.
Given the loaded nature of that question, I huffed. “You’re going to have to be much more specific, Chief…?”
“Felipe. And I know you have many secrets that we need to discuss this evening, but my current question is more a general one of parental curiosity. How do you come to have a relief maiden mean so much to you, yet you allow her to continue doing what she does without killing everyone who intends to use her?” He looked back at the gap in the canvas wall that Harmony and his son and friends disappeared through. “I wouldn’t be able to stomach it.”
“The past is what makes us. She was a relief maiden before we met, and providing a service for both men and women makes her complete and happy. If everyone wins, why should I interfere with that?”
He turned, and with a single wave designed to keep us with him, he began leading us down the length of the canvas wall towards the other end of the ‘village’. “You are still more accommodating than I would be.”
“I get told that a lot.”
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2022.01.20 04:54 Coach_RR Rec Room PATCH - the "Winter Wonderland" edition

Rec Room PATCH - the

New Hairstyles!

A lot of times, hair is one of the main ways people express themselves or their culture. In Rec Room, we want you to be able to see yourself in your avatar, so we have added a bunch of new hairstyles for a broader range of options! The new hairstyles include Afro Puffs, Box Braids with Cuff, Box Braid, Braided Bun, Curly Bob, Etched Flattop, Etched Fade, Short Curly Twists, Wavy Middle Part, Short Locs, Wolf Cut!
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All new hairstyles are default unlocked, so you can enjoy them right away - whether you are a new player or a returning one! Just go to your mirror to customize!
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Interaction Roles

The following interactions can now be enabled or disabled on a per-object basis for players with specific roles:
  • Basic Interactions: grabbing, climbing, clambering, wall running.
  • Pushing buttons & toggle buttons.
  • Interacting with Pool Tables, including setting the game mode and playing shots.
  • Drawing on the art canvas, poster, and other similar surfaces.
Use the configure menu on an object to check its interaction role settings!

Physics Refactor

Creators can now optimize colliders on Physical objects using the Configure Tool. Optimized colliders have a visual when gadgets are enabled and save a small portion of ink. We also have some other changes to physics, such as:
  • We've unified behavior when holding or hitting items with your hands across all platforms!
  • Melee Weapons no longer lag behind when on WalkVR on Quest 1, Quest 2 and PSVR.
  • You no longer slow down for no reason on WalkVR. Time to beat some Stunt Runner records!

General Improvements and Bug Fixes

  • Check out the Inventions Tab for some updates! See which inventions are Yesterday's Most Popular, check out the latest from creators you subscribe to, and keep up with the latest inventions in ^InventionTower!
  • Improved audio quality for iPhone and iPad headphone and headset users! When using headphones or a headset on iOS, stereo audio output is now supported for a more immersive listening experience.
  • Seats with the option to sit down now have new and improved visual highlights! Seats will work exactly how they did previously, except they now look much better!
  • RR+ Icon in View Details of the Rec Room+ Membership dialog got a refresh so it's not so dimly lit.
  • Fixed an issue with the recording sampler recording the start recording beep. For the record we fixed recording.
  • Added the ability to subscribe to your favorite RecRoom creator from the RR+ signup page!
  • RR+ Members will now receive double the usual amount of tokens whenever tokens appear in their post-game rewards.
  • Optimized UI system to improve framerate when opening and closing the watch. More improvements are coming soon!
  • Android players should notice some quality improvements around smoother gameplay and visuals.
  • Partying up in VR is now more consistent/reliable.
  • Players at max level in Rec Royale should no longer hear endless beeping until closing the end game UI.
  • Fixed a bug in the Wolf Ride prop which could result in an application crash on some devices.
  • Bumper will now properly rotate the Wolf Ride vehicle regardless of starting orientation.
  • Fixed a bug where in some cases you can put a vehicle inside a terrain when resetting the vehicle.
  • Tube now connects reliably when using grid snap.
  • Caulked some old cracks on bevels.
Please see here for convenient links to controls, tutorials, comfort options, etc.: https://recroom.com/community We love to hear your feedback, so please don't hesitate to let us know what you think.
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2021.12.25 08:26 p0tat0cakes Noa Kirel x Nume vs Regular Nume?

Does the difference in these key features really make a difference? Or is Noa Kirel x Nume version just more expensive because she's a celebrity?
Noa Kirel x Nume Key Features:
1-inch floating plates - flexible and adjust to your hair, getting as close to your strands as possible to ensure one pass styling that's quick, easy and tug-free.
Beveled plate design - allows for versatile heat styling of curls and straight hairstyles.
Integrated far infrared heat strip - sends a gentle heat directly into the hair follicle and out to the cuticle to protect strands over time.
Tourmaline ceramic - offers a smooth, friction-free surface to reduce breakage and naturally conducts far infrared heat and negative ions for healthier heat styling.
Negative ion conditioning technology - maintains moisture and eliminates frizz by sealing the hair’s cuticle while boosting shine.
Ion Booster - amplifies the effects of negative ion conditioning with an increase in the release of negative ions.
Heatsup to 410°F/ 210°C in seconds

Regular Nume Key Features:
Tourmaline ceramic - offers a smooth, friction-free surface to reduce breakage and conducts far infrared heat evenly for healthier heat styling.
Negative ion conditioning technology - maintains moisture and eliminates frizz by sealing the hair’s cuticle while boosting shine.
Far infrared heat - moves directly into the hair follicle and out to cuticle to protect strands over time.
Floating plates - flexible and adjust to your hair, getting as close to your strands as possible to ensure one pass styling that's quick, easy and tug-free.
Ceramic grill - conducts far infrared heat and negative ions for fast and healthier blowouts.
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2020.12.11 19:38 cam746 Hair with curves

Hello! I am very new to blender and have been playing around with hair recently. I want to give my character a curly hairstyle with curves since I like the overall look you can achieve with hair that way. Does anyone know how I can achieve this?? Should I use the screw modifier and play around with bevels?
I know how to make a circular path with "geometry > objects > select the circle" and I am also able to scale and move the vertices in the curve. I tried making a spiral manually but I truly believe there has to be an easier way than extruding and grabbing over and over again.
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2020.11.07 13:30 readingrachelx Housewife highlights/Daily shit talk - November 7th, 2020

NEW YORK
"Eboni K. Williams says race is "absolutely discussed" in the upcoming season of The Real Housewives of New York City.
During an interview with SiriusXM's Bevy Smith on Bevelations, Williams, 37, opened up about navigating conversations about race as the show's first Black star.
"Race is absolutely discussed, I think in responsible, but very authentic ways on this season," she said. "It's already happening. I can tell you that much. We're still very much in our filming process. I believe it will continue to happen because it's what you said — it's unavoidable."
"I'm not one to bite my tongue or ignore the big elephant in the room," she added. "When it's brought to me to discuss, you know, as we say in the South, I cut no cards."
"But listen, I'm also not the preachy type. I'm not here to lecture you," she continued. "I have two full-time jobs — one is not to be a professor to white women about Black America, 'cause that doesn't pay. However, what I am is a human, and somebody that thinks that God has blessed me with a particular temperament and skillset to engage in these dialogues, responsibly and authentically.”
The lawyer and TV host went on to explain why she decided to join the cast of the Bravo reality show in the first place.
"People know me as a lawyer. People know me as a journalist. People know me as a broadcaster. People don't know my heart," she said. "People don't know me as a friend. People don't know me as a lover. And I'm excited to share that."
"So I'm open hearted with these ladies, too," she continued. "I'm not going to take no bulls--- and I'm not going to play with them. But listen, when they show me they want to grow, I'm open and so excited to support them in their growth."
She also shared that she has developed a close relationship with fellow housewife Leah McSweeney, who joined the cast last season. At 38 and 37, respectively, McSweeney and Williams are the series' youngest cast members, which helped them bond from the get-go. Returning Housewives Luann de Lesseps, Ramona Singer and Sonja Morgan will round out the season 13 group.
"I call Leah Black-adjacent — she's adjacent to the culture," Williams said. "And sometimes with our adjacent friends, they mean well, but they come on a little strong ... Leah does not do too much and I so love that about her."
"Leah is exactly who she is, she's unapologetic about who she is. She acknowledges how the culture — our culture — has influenced her career and her aesthetic and her lens and she pays homage," Williams added of her new friend. "She's not trying to be a Black girl and I really, really love that about Leah."
A premiere date for season 13 of RHONY has not yet been announced."
ORANGE COUNTY
“Tamra for me, for a very long time, was the perfect Housewife,” admits Cohen. “There was just always a lot going on with her.”
He continued, “There are two buckets. The personal story bucket and she always had a lot of personal story going, and then there’s the bucket of how they’re relating to the other women, and she always had both.”
With that said, it seems the door is certainly open for the 53-year-old to make a return."
"Emily Simpson explained why she did not attend Kelly Dodd and Rick Leventhal‘s wedding on the November 4 episode of Watch What Happens Live.
Weeks after the couple said, “I do,” the Real Housewives of Orange County cast member spoke to Andy Cohen about her absence at the event, addressed Jim Bellino‘s lawsuit against her co-star, Shannon Beador, and discussed the behavior of both Braunwyn Windham-Burke and her husband, Sean Burke.
“We are close and it just didn’t work out,” Emily said on the WWHL: After Show after being asked why she didn’t attend Kelly’s wedding. “It was very last minute and she could only invite like 20 people because of COVID and she had a small venue so obviously her family and Rick’s family were first priority.”
In addition to being close to Kelly, Emily said she’s also close to former RHOC cast member Alexis Bellino, whose ex-husband sued Shannon and Tamra Judge for defamation in 2018 after they suggested he was headed to jail on Heather McDonald's podcast. However, Emily went on to say that despite her closeness to Alexis, she did not try to fix things between Jim and Shannon.
“The whole thing with Jim Bellino has nothing to do with me and I never talked about Shannon’s case with Alexis before,” she explained.
During the live broadcast of WWHL, the RHOC star was asked about why she was so tough on Braunwyn after she admitted to being an alcoholic.
“I don’t feel like I ganged up on her. Just because you’re going through sobriety doesn’t mean you get a hall pass to do whatever you want and say whatever you want. I still think you have to be a good human,” Emily said.
She then put Braunwyn on blast for suggesting she was busy when she seems to be anything but.
“I found it interesting when she said she didn’t have time when I know she has no job and she has two nannies and she’s home all day. I just thought the time excuse was ridiculous,” she admitted.
As for her thoughts on the way in which Sean involved himself in the drama between Braunwyn and Gina Kirschenheiter at Shannon’s event, Emily said it was wrong for him to get involved.
“He needed to walk away and take Braunwyn and go home. She obviously wasn’t doing well. She wasn’t handling the party well. She was out of sorts. So I think the best thing for him to do was to avoid causing further issues and just take his wife home,” she explained."
BEVERLY HILLS
"The Real Housewives of Beverly Hills star Erika Jayne and her husband, Tom Girardi, were on two different paths long before calling off their 21-year marriage.
“Erika and Tom had an unconventional marriage, spending a lot of time apart. Several months,” a source exclusively tells Us Weekly. “They would travel separately. Tom gave Erika a very lavish lifestyle, and she enjoyed it.”
After joining the cast of the Bravo reality series in 2015, Erika “gained independence and confidence,” the source adds. “The exposure it has given for her singing career has given Erika a much larger fan base.”
The reality star, 49, filed for divorce from the powerhouse attorney, 81, on Tuesday, November 3. She later said in a statement to Us, “After much consideration, I have decided to end my marriage to Tom Girardi. This is not a step taken lightly or easily. I have great love and respect for Tom and for our years and the lives we built together. It is my absolute wish to proceed through this process with respect and with the privacy that both Tom and I deserve. I request others give us that privacy as well.”
Erika met Tom in the late ‘90s while waitressing at the famed Los Angeles restaurant Chasen’s. They tied the knot in January 1999.
Since becoming a reality TV star, the “XXPEN$IVE” singer has found herself having to address her and the lawyer’s 32-year age difference a number of times on both the small screen and social media.
“It was always a bigger deal to everyone else than it was to either of us,” she wrote in her 2018 book, Pretty Mess. “All a couple really needs is to have the same life philosophy. If you see things the same way, then age, race, religion — none of that comes into play. I have a thirst for knowledge and Tom has a wealth of it. He is a great mentor, a great teacher and somebody I really admire.”
Erika put it more bluntly on RHOBH earlier this year, saying, “I’m tired of having to justify my 20-year marriage. Go get a 20-year marriage and then come f–king talk to me.”
The Chicago star was previously married to Thomas Zizzo, with whom she shares son Tommy, a 26-year-old police officer in L.A.
Us Weekly has reached out to Erika and Tom’s reps for comment."
POTOMAC
"When your bestie is also your hairstylist, good times and fabulous hairdos are guaranteed. Case in point: Gizelle Bryant and her hairstylist/BFF Kalxito Blount.
Blount has been styling Gizelle's mane for around 20 years. (You've probably seen him pop up on The Real Housewives of Potomac several times.) Their relationship has had a unique dynamic from the very beginning.
"Jamal [Bryant] introduced me to Gizelle, and I styled her hair. She wasn’t that satisfied with it," Blount told BravoTV.com. The hair guru wasn't scared off. "So I called her and she was like, 'Well, I like it, but next time let’s do this.' So after that we just hit it off."
Since then, the pair have been creating magical hair moments together — with Gizelle acting as creative director. "Basically, Gizelle is the boss," he explained. "I just follow her direction. She has her own vision and she allows me to, you know, sprinkle a little bit of my creativity. But it’s basically her vision."
While Gizelle ideates the looks, Blount takes them to the next level with his own tricks. When it comes to creating stunning, long-lasting hairstyles on Gizelle like her glamorous 50th birthday 'do or her Season 4 reunion look, Kalixto says the key is proper "haircare first."
"If your hair is healthy, you can do whatever you want," he shared. "If it’s healthy, your hairstyle will definitely last because with split ends, your hairdo's not gonna last."
To ensure Gizelle's strands stay strong and shiny, there are two main products Blount uses on the Potomac beauty: Moisturizing Detangling Leave-In Conditioner and Ultimate Edge & Scalp Balm, both from his haircare line, Kalixto B Hair Wellness.
"The scalp balm hydrates Gizelle’s edges and her scalp without buildup. And the leave-in just protects her hair through any heat damage, and it has proteins in it, so it keeps her hair really, really healthy."
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2018.12.12 20:30 ryanasimov Is “The 6th Day” (2000) the final 1990s sci-fi movie?

I know movie styles don’t immediately change at the end of a decade, but this film seems to fit better in the early-to-middle 1990s.
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2018.08.18 20:59 RicingGround3 Changing the current game’s hair art style

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