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Is this set “balanced”?

2021.11.27 11:00 aydnic Is this set “balanced”?

I’m about to buy my first set of Copic Ciao (25 in total) and I’ve watched several videos on the topic; many of them recommended not to buy too many shades of the same color when buying your first set, so that everything is more “balanced”; with this + my past drawings in mind, I’ve made this list:
100 (black)
Y Y15
YR YR20 YR23
R R14 R17 R22 R27
RV RV04 RV06
V V12 V15
BV /
B B18 B32
BG BG09 BG13 BG23
G G02 G07
E E15 E18 E57 E93
C C3
What I am asking is: are there shades that are too similar in this list? I have no possibility of seeing the copics in person before buying, and every screen gives me slightly different shades when confronting swatches, so I can’t be sure. Plus: is there anything I should consider removing/adding? Thank you so much!
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2021.11.27 11:00 javaprogrammer95 Macbook air m1 key issue

I recently bought a new macbook air m1. After 3-4 days, I used the Ctrl key and noticed that something was wrong. Then I realized that the key is not installed completely like other keys. I tried to press it down but it's not working. If I take my macbook for repair, will they only replace the key or will they replace the whole keyboard?
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2021.11.27 11:00 bp7492 Bought my first telescope. More in comments

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2021.11.27 11:00 Frostya36 How can I get rid of my fear of insects?

I am deathly afraid of insects whether they’re dead or alive. I can’t even scoop them up in a tissue because I’ll just start breaking down and feeling nauseous.
No one seems to sympathize with me and it makes me feel pathetic. People tell me to “get over it” or “just pick it up, it’s dead and it won’t hurt you.” Even my friends and family don’t understand, I can tell they think I’m being over dramatic and they act angry as if I’m a child having a tantrum. They say, ‘what’s going to happen when when I live alone and I can’t handle a damn spider?’
Basically I’m sick of being scared and consoling myself. I need to find a way to get rid of this irrational fear I have because I hate the feelings that come with it. Does anyone know how I can go about getting rid of my fear? I don’t even know where to start looking. I live in the UK if that helps.
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2021.11.27 11:00 jaddf Liverpool XI [27.11.2021][GW13][21/22] vs SOU

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2021.11.27 11:00 turnaround0101 [WP] A human happily coexisted with a family of spiders for some time, but has just moved to a new city. The spiders make a bold decision, and begin a multigenerational journey to find The Protector once more.

They gathered at night in the shadows of the bedroom, where the First Web still lay undiscovered. The world rumbled as the new giant slept, and even when his snores subsided there was still a yawning, aching emptiness that might have been a roar.
Tuck was dead. Tuck, who had laid the golden thread and stolen the lock of hair.
Tuck, the recluse who had led them— when times were such that the coven might convene.
Tuck, who was now a gray stain in the kitchen beneath the sink. Leaper and Goliath attested to it, Spins and Cocoa. Even old Stella had gone to see it, come back quiet and slow, her long legs skittering away from all of them until she huddled in the corner behind the First Web, as far as she could be from the new giant.
“Tuck is dead,” Leaper said, voice like the breaking of a thread.
“Tuck is dead,” the others all intoned.
“We cannot stay,” Leaper said into the silence that followed. “Not after this.”
“But where will we go?” Goliath said. The others whispered their assent, their fear, all but the orb-weavers, those most rakish and radical of nomads, come in for meeting from their gardens outside.
And then old Stella said, “Tuck knew.”
The new giant roared a triumphant snore at her heartbroken voice. He turned over in the bed and the room shook around him. Countless eyes turned to stare up at the creature in their midst, the thing that controlled their world. A killer. A mindless and terrible killer where once there had been a friend.
“What did Tuck know?” Goliath said. “If Tuck knew anything he wouldn’t have gotten—”
Leaper was upon him, turning him, pinning him. “Silence,” Leaper hissed.
And old Stella crept out from behind First Web, hairy legs a tell-tale whisper in the cold night air as she went behind the dresser to where Tuck had hidden it.
She came back with the lock of hair. Red, familiar, safe. Scented like the orb-weavers garden, and always reminiscent of the heights of summer. Tuck had stolen it off her pillow when she rose to greet the day that last morning. It had been a tumultuous night and all the spiders had heard her cry, like she known what would befall them when she left.
“There were so many boxes,” Stella said, laying the lock of hair down in front of them all. “We should have climbed into one. Hidden. Followed. Tuck did, until I pulled him out. He laid the thread after.”
After. Old Stella led the way back to the kitchen, to the stain. They wrapped what was left of Tuck in the lock of red hair, cinched it tight around him: he had always liked the tight, dark spaces. And then, almost as a single creature, all of the spiders in Apartment 238 turned towards the golden thread, broken but not severed.
Leaper shivered to look upon it, this thing that defied all logic. The strongest thread any among them had ever seen, a single infinitely long connection that Tuck had only ever said was a thing made of his dreams, his memories, his hopes and his loss and the improbable friendship they all had with the old giant, but him most of all.
Tuck, who had watched over her as she slept. Tuck, who had taught the other recluses how to live, how not to bite and why. Tuck, who had frightened her a thousand times over and always been escorted out in a mug with a ceramic lid that he said felt like home, warm and close and comforting. She had even sung.
Tuck said he never even minded the journey back inside, and one day he had frightened her and gone out on his own and she had laughed, never taken him from the home again, though she still took the others.
“Stella,” Leaper said, looking at the golden thread, “I’m scared.”
“Don’t be,” she said. “Youth isn’t for being scared. Leave that to us old folks. Just remember us from time to time.”
“Leaper,” Goliath said, “don’t be hasty. You know how even Tuck frightened her.”
“Leaper,” Spins said, “don’t listen to Goliath.”
Leaper didn’t listen. The next night, gathered similarly around the kitchen, their lives wrapped up in silk and strapped to their backs, the spider coven of Apartment 238 followed the golden thread.
And in the garden which the old giant had so loved, the orb-weavers looked on for a time in shock, before hurrying to follow their brethren.
Leaper glanced up one last time, saw Stella in the window beside a cocoon of red hair.
They traveled through a world of uncertain shapes and shadows, one where all the smells were wrong and nothing was ever as it seemed. Goliath died first, swept away in a sudden storm as all the others buffeted on their makeshift webs like tortured kites on the wind. A mismatched, paltry band. Long legs and comb foots, the orb weavers and a widow, a pair of sad recluses, lost without their patriarch.
The golden thread was a single tenuous line in the world, and every day it grew longer, disappearing into the distance through walls and trees, a single feverishly bright point sketched out across a river.
Spins died to a curious cat. Cocoa carried on, their children strapped in sacs to her body.
And Leaper grew old, tired, lonely as the faces around him changed. At times he wondered why he had ever left. He had not been a special friend to Tuck as Stella had, or to the old giant, though he had admired them both and loved them in the way one loved any branch of family.
Even with his name and lineage, Leaper had never thought himself the daring sort. A leader yes, but a conservative one. They had lived in a good place with solid walls, always warm. Safe until it wasn’t. Until Tuck had died and he had lead them all off to follow a dream.
Sometimes, traveling at dawn or by the light of the full moon, he would look at that tenuous golden thread and think, “Now you’ve done it, Leaper.”
He would look at his coven behind him and think “They were counting on you.”
He would look at the children following in Cocoa’s train, or the orb-weavers' freewheeling brats, and think “What about the next storm? The next cat? The next angry giant?”
Cocoa died in a sudden crowd, caught in the gap of a doorway. Leaper watched her children now, alongside the many other spiders he had come to respect, who followed him as they clung to the wild dream of a recluse and the memory of a girl with red hair who sung high and sweet and nervous as she had carried them out. Gentle songs, Leaper remembered. Soothing songs.
And then one day the golden thread came to an end. It happened suddenly, when the summer sun was out and the thread was a bare suggestion of gold against the pavement.
“Did you see that?” Leaper said, his eyesight failing him now.
Beside him, Silver, one of Spins and Cocoa’s granddaughters, said, “Yes, eldest.”
Leaper pushed himself away from her, lurching up the street. “Where did it go?” he called. “Where did it—”
And then he saw her.
The strangest thing about the giants, Leaper thought, is that they never seemed to change. His eyes were glassy, but her hair was still so red. She was still young, still quiet and serious looking, drawn up on a bench in the park across the street as she gazed off towards the playground. From time to time she made a mark on the sketchpad in her lap, and in those occasional times when she smiled Leaper knew that gold had been the only possible color for the thread.
“Is that really her?” Silver whispered beside him.
Leaper didn’t have the words. He looked back across his coven, saw curious young faces staring back at him, saw himself reflected in their countless eyes; a haggard, shrunken thing that had not leapt in a generation or more.
Leaper could only nod, a slow up and down bob of his body on legs that didn’t seem to work properly anymore. The strength had gone out of them the moment he saw her.
“The old giant,” Silver breathed.
The old giant stayed until the playground was empty and the sun was setting, and even Leaper, old and diminished as he was, was hungry. Silver came back with a morsel of fly and they split it between them as the old giant rose, gathered her sketchpad and her bag, her pencils. Red hair against the dying oranges, reds, and pinks of the day.
“We follow,” Leaper said.
Silver shouted down the whispered excitement and the orb-weavers racket, drummed the coven into a troop, the troop into a line. Leaper had never once needed to groom an heir, from the moment she tore free of her egg sac Silver had done that for him.
A mismatched band of spiders followed the old giant down the curve of the street, past houses nearly as mismatched as them, ancient even to Leaper’s fading eyes. The old giant walked until Silver had to support him, until Leaper thought she might have to spin a web behind her and drag him on— he had seen it done once when he was very young and Stella’s mate was already old. Stella, what had happened to her? What would happen to any of them?
The old giant stopped at a door painted a shocking, vibrant yellow. She leaned into it a moment, resting her head against the wood. The click of the lock was deafening when she opened the door. It clicked again, two bolts slid home.
Silver bellowed orders in Leaper’s name, then came to him. There were no words, she simply waited; when Leaper turned back they were all waiting, even the orb-weavers who stared so desperately at the little garden plot.
They were all gone, Leaper realized. Goliath, Spins, Cocoa, Stella. Everyone who had known Tuck, had met the old giant, lived in a world where there was nothing more than a gentle, nervous song and a warm, comforting mug. The walk back, Leaper remembered, had almost been a rite of passage.
“Thank you,” Leaper said to Silver.
He crept beneath the gap in the door and they all followed save the orb-weavers, who scattered to the winds as only orb-weavers could do.
The old giant was taking her tea in the kitchen when Leaper found her. She sat on the kitchen floor, her back against a pitted cabinet beneath the leaking sink. She stared into a familiar ceramic mug, steam rising to frame her face, her hair. Leaper looked at her and saw the thread again, Tuck’s thread, leading to the space between her feet.
“Settle the children,” Leaper said to Silver.
“Leaper, I—”
“You’re in charge now,” Leaper said. “This place is safe, I promise. Be a good leader, Silver. Make your grandparents proud.”
And then Leaper, ancient as he was, leapt the little lip that led into the kitchen, and scuttled across the floor towards the old giant with the red hair and the kind, gentle voice. He did not look back, he couldn’t.
The old giant froze as he approached. Leaper knew he had been seen as soon as he entered the kitchen but he kept on coming, following the tenuous golden thread. He had brought his coven out of the world, out of a home that could no longer be. He only had the last mission now, the thing Stella had left unspoken.
Leaper followed the thread until it ended, until the old giant loomed so large above him, eyes like two full moons. Leaper tried to remember their color, couldn’t. Couldn’t even see it now.
“Tuck is dead,” Leaper said. “He was your friend, even to the end.”
Then, “Treat them well.”
She set her tea down, the impact sending faint tremors through the floor beneath Leaper’s feet. Her breath was quiet but quick, she ran a hand through her hair before standing up.
The old giant tore the sketch out of her pad, took up another, different glass. Leaper looked at the mug sadly, wished he had waited until she finished her tea.
She scooped him up in one quick motion, holding him out at arms length as she stared. The glass darted towards him, stopped midair.
She brought him closer. Something lurked behind her eyes and in her pursed lips, slightly parted.
Then the old giant shook her head and put the glass over him and carried him to the door. Through the glass, Leaper could see Silver lurking in the shadows. Fear was written across her eyes, in the tension of her legs.
Leaper shook his head, smiling as he hadn’t smiled in years.
Soft and sweet and nervous, a melody began. It rose from a hum to a whisper, from a whisper to an almost lullaby as the old giant sang. Leaper sagged against the glass, listening. He felt every single day of his age, all the seasons, the generation he had watched disappear and the generations he had raised. He thought of Stella, Goliath, Spins and Cocoa. He thought of Tuck, carried like this more than any of them, his love for the old giant so strong he’d spun a gold thread across the world, anchored it to her on the day she had left.
She took him a very long way, past the garden where the orb-weavers were spinning away at today’s homes, past the intersection and into the park where Leaper had first seen her. She lay him in a flowerbed there, hemmed in by violets. Leaper had long since lost his little sense of smell, mourned that now.
The song ended, but the old giant did not leave. She stared down at him, something curious still lingering in her stare.
“It’s a good home,” she said. “You’ll like it.”
“I imagine I will,” Leaper said.
“It’s a good home,” she said again, “so please stay here. I don’t want to have to—” she shivered, shook her head. Limned in harsh white by the streetlights, all the gold was gone out of her but not the kindness. Generations passed, yet the old giant was still the same woman that Leaper remembered. He smiled again, at her, at the flowers. At the world.
“Tuck,” he said to all and to none of them, “thank you.”
“Stay here,” she backed away now, sketch and glass clutched in her hands.
And then a simple, whispered “Bye,” disappearing down the street. Leaper heard the song again, the nervous repetition of the same beloved melody. He lay back against the flowers and listened until it disappeared, then remembered.
He was very tired, very old. For the first time Leaper thought he knew what Stella felt, staring down from her window.
Leaper died of natural causes, nestled amongst the flowers and beneath the light of the full moon. It was a good death, a happy one, as Silver and the others spun a new First Web.
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2021.11.27 11:00 dino_chen EXO-L Casual Convo | Weekly Digest - November 27, 2021

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2021.11.27 11:00 FigureFantasy Classes in the World of Figurines – The RANGED Damage Dealer SPECIALIST

Classes in the World of Figurines – The RANGED Damage Dealer SPECIALIST https://preview.redd.it/y66czt1t25281.jpg?width=1200&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=4b6c4a68023240db1d37020a368875d875ac14b8
Master, the fifth class in the world of figurines is SPECIALIST. Next, Yuki will share with Master information about this class. The ability of a SPECIALIST combines RANGED + Damage Dealer + Support. After dealing some damage herself, she can also enhance the allies to deal extra damage. Yuki loves teaming up with someone with both brains and brawn like a SPECIALIST. Different SPECIALIST has different buff and debuff capabilities, so Master must pay careful attention. At the same time, the exclusive passive of a SPECIALIST can increase the damage received by a target! That’s why when it’s necessary to concentrate firepower on an enemy, Master should place the SPECIALIST in a position that can attack the target. This way the efficiency in damage dealing will be greatly increased. Finally, don’t forget to take into consideration the figurine’s ability when choosing a partner for a SPECIALIST. Yuki loves teaming up with Kazue Iwata not just because we are best friends.
Yuki will continue to collect more information to help Master to achieve victory in the miniatured
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2021.11.27 11:00 Fintropist Trading tips

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2021.11.27 11:00 ChocolateCookieBear Hanabi-chan wa Okuregachi Anime Reveals Main Cast, Staff, 2022 Debut Join and be notified when it's released. Your #anime journey starts with #Kurozora!

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2021.11.27 11:00 MaungMin3916 Talk About Premium Music Streaming Service

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ယနေ့ခေတ်မှာ ကျနော်တို့ဟာ Mp3 File တွေ၊ Youtube နဲ့ Facebook က MV တွေကတဆင့် သီချင်းနားထောင်နေကြပေမယ့် တကယ်တော့ Low Quality ကိုပဲ နားဆင်နေကြရတာဖြစ်ပါတယ်။ Lossy Quality ပေါ့ဗျာ။ Mp3 ဟာ bit rate အားဖြင့် 96kbps, 128kbps, 192kbps, ကနေ 320kbps အထိသာ အများဆုံးရှိကြပါတယ်။ .wav, .flac, aiff, aac, mqa, dsd တို့တော့ Lossless Quality ရှိတဲ့ Format တွေဖြစ်ကြပြီး 24bits/96kHz အထိ ရှိကြတဲ့အပြင် File Size လည်းအလွန်ကြီးမားပါတယ်။ Lossy Quality ဆိုတာ မူရင်း audio file ကို compressed လုပ်ထားလို့ အရည်အသွေးကျနေတဲ့ File Type ဖြစ်ပြီး Lossless Quality ဆိုတာကတော့ compressed လုပ်မထားတဲ့အတွက် မူရင်းအသံသွင်းထားတဲ့ အရည်အသွေးအတိုင်း ရရှိစေပါတယ်။
ယနေ့ခေတ်မှာ အဲဒီလို Lossless Quality တွေအတိုင်းအကောင်းဆုံးပြန်ထုတ်ပေးနိုင်တဲ့ Speaker တွေအပြင် စျေးသက်သာတဲ့ Earphone တွေ Earpbud တွေဝယ်ယူလို့ရတဲ့အတွက် သီချင်းနားဆင်တဲ့အခါ အကောင်းဆုံးအရည်အသွေးရချင်ရင် Lossless Audio File တွေ ရွေးချယ်နိုင်ပါတယ်။ ဒီတော့ Lossless Audio File တွေ ဘယ်ကနားဆင်လို့ရမလဲ။
ကျနော်တို့နေ့စဥ်ပေးနေတဲ့ Tidal, Apple Music, Qubuz, Spotify, Amazon Music စတဲ့ Music Streaming App တွေကနေ ရယူနိုင်ပါတယ်။ Lossless တွေနားဆင်တဲ့အတွက် မူလသီချင်းအရည်အသွေးဖြစ်တဲ့ Low, Mid, High အသံတွေကို ပြတ်သားကြည်လင်စွာ နားဆင်နိုင်တဲ့အပြင် တခြားအကျိုးကျေးဇူးတွေကတော့ Artist တွေ Singer ​တွေ Creator တွေဟာ Streaming App တွေကဆင့် ဝင်ငွေရရှိစေပါတယ်ခဗျ။ Bill ကုန်ခံပြီး နားဆင်ရတာချင်းအတူတူ Copyright ကို တန်ဖိုးထားတဲ့အနေနဲ့ နှစ်ဦးနှစ်ဖက်အကျိုးရှိစေတဲ့ Streaming လုပ်ပြီး နားဆင်ပေးကြပါခဗျာ။ Mp3 File တွေဟာ မရှိသုံးပဲ ကောင်းပါတယ်။
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This is my first time ever posting on here so sorry if its kinda long. So me and my 21M Bf who have been together for 3 years are not talking to each other at the moment. So the first year we were together we were in a long distance relationship bc he lived out if state. I met him in highschool but he moved with his family at the end of senior year. 8 months later he moved in with me and we got our own house together. I love him amd everything was going good until holidays came around. For christmas and thanksgiving my parents always celebrate at their house and my family comes over and we eat a big meal my mom makes. Well Thanksgiving rolls around and my boyfriend has to work the breakfast shift but gets off at 12 so i go to my moms and help cook and had discussed with him asking him to come over afterwords. Well he said he doesnt really want to come over. Him and my family have no problems with each other they all have been really nice to each other so its not that he doesnt like my family. He was like i dont feel like it and i dont like celebrating Thanksgiving or christmas bc those were his geandmothers favorite holiday and she passed away around that time. I get that but if we are going to be together i wanna be with the one i love at my familys house for the holidays even if for only an hour. Well he didnt show that year for either holiday and i got upset and expressed how i felt. We had a little fight but got over it and i assumed that next year he would take my feelings into consideration bc i literally bawled my eyes out and told him it made me feel like shit that he was the only one who didnt show up for the holidays. He hurt my moms feelings as well bc she made all that food and even got him a gift she thought he would like. So this year a few weeks before Thanksgiving comes up im brining it up, "Hey are you going to come over to my moms house with me this year?" He is kinda dismissive and is like, "We will see." So once again i get upset and express even more how much i want him to be there with me. He said he works the breakfast shift again which is fine bc he will get off at 12 again. So 1:30 rolls around and im texting him asking where hes at. He says hes at home taking a shower but hes tired and wants to take a nap. I dont mind that at all bc he can get a good nap in and come over since it was an early shift. Well 5 rolls around and hes still asleep i cant get ahold of him til i call and he answers briefly then falls back asleep but im texting him asking him to come over bc at this point most of my family have left. He doesnt text back and then i wait and wait and wait and about 8pm rolls around and hes still not here. And at this point im pretty upset bc hes wasted the whole day sleeping im assuming to get out of coming over. So i text him saying that he doesnt care about my feelings at all, i only specifically asked for an hour of his time and he couldnt even give me that. And that it hurt my feelings and id be staying at my moms house for a while. Since then its been 2 days he left me on read and i have not heard from him nor have i tried texting him. My family is pretty upset saying that he shouldve tried calling me and explaining the situation or at least cared enough to come see if i was okay since its been more than a day and we have been tigether so long. It makes me feel like he doesnt care about me at all tbh and im really not sure what to do bc i love him more than ive ever loved anyone else and dont want to throw 3 years down the drain. Im not sure what to do bc i want to work it out but i feel like he doesnt care at all anymore.
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