A Cat Who is Also a Witch
I'm doing a Kyoko Sakura cosplay, and I've been having a lot of trouble with the wig. It's in two parts: a short wig gathered into a short ponytail and a really long ponytail clips. Whenever I put the ponytail clip on, the wig slides right off my head, even when I make it as tight as possible and put a whole bunch of clips in. Any advice on how to keep this thing from falling off?1 AnswerFashion & Accessories7 years ago
For about a month now, I've had this really annoying patch of dry, flaky skin on my left index finger. It's constantly peeling, and it feels taught and very dry. It also feels sore when I touch it. It's not particularly painful or gross, but it's been like that for a while now and I don't know what to do about it. I keep peeling the skin off, but that only irritates it. Does anyone know what this is?1 AnswerSkin Conditions8 years ago
I got some chewing gum for Easter (those little egg-shaped ones), but it only lasts for about five minutes of chewing before it degraded into this slimy, runny, awful tasting mess in my mouth. It was pretty much liquid when I spat it out and it tasted like rubber. I've always gotten these for Easter, and they've never done this before. Is this a normal thing?2 AnswersOther - Food & Drink8 years ago
I have this really nice wig I want to wear for a Kyoko Sakura cosplay, but every time I put it on, it ends up sliding off my head. It has a clip on ponytail that's extremely heavy, so when I put on the ponytail, the whole thing falls off. I tried tightening the straps and putting in tons of clips and bobbypins to try to hold it in place, but nothing works. Is there any way to keep it from falling off?1 AnswerFashion & Accessories8 years ago
I'm moving to Russia, and I want to know what my patronymic name should be if my father's name is Paul. Would it just be Paulovna or Palovna?2 AnswersLanguages8 years ago
I've been a Wiccan since I was twelve. I'm in high school now, and only a couple of my friends know that I'm Wiccan. The people who know that I'm Wiccan are totally cool with it, but I have a couple of very fundamentalist Christian friends who would probably stop talking to me if they knew. I really love them, so I don't want them to hate me over something like that. Also, I'm afraid that people will laugh at me if they know. I think that they'll just think I'm looking for attention or trying to be "dark" and "mysterious" or that I want power or something stupid like that. It's always been difficult for me to explain exactly what I believe, and it always ends up sounding like I don't know what I'm talking about. I want to tell people so I don't have to keep lying to them when they ask me my religion, but I don't want to ruin my life in the process. Should I just keep it a secret for now, or should I come out of the broom closet?8 AnswersReligion & Spirituality8 years ago
I've known that I'm bisexual for a while now, and one of my closest friends (who is also bi) is the only one who knows. I plan on telling my parents and some of my other friends too, but one of my friends is a very fundamentalist Christian. She has told me that gay people are immature, don't exist, and are going to hell before. She's already barely tolerating me because I'm also Wiccan, and I have no idea what to do. I know that if I tell other people, she'll find out eventually, so I want her to hear it from me, but I don't want her to hate me. We've been close friends since middle school even though we are complete opposites and have radically different religious and political views. She says all of these horrible things about gay people, and it really hurts when I hear those things coming from her, even though I know she wouldn't want to hurt my feelings. Should I just tell her and let her continue being my friend if she wants, or should I just not tell her? I really don't want her to hate me. Please, I need help. This is tearing me apart.3 AnswersLesbian, Gay, Bisexual, and Transgender8 years ago
This is the first couple of paragraphs of the first chapter of the novel I'm working on. I would greatly appreciate it if you gave me your full and honest opinion on my writing. I'm not asking for spelling or grammar corrections because I can do that myself. I just want to know if I'm any good. Thanks in advance.
I was born next to a dumpster behind a Waffle House. Metaphorically, of course. I was a runaway; a true American Gypsy, wandering the country aimlessly with only the wind as my companion. Well, I actually did have an aim, and its name was Empire City, the New York of the Midwest. I was no longer the girl that I had been for the past eighteen years, and I was determined to start fresh. I stood up from my resting spot and entered the Waffle House. There was no air conditioning, only a fan to circulate the stale, stuffy air.
“One waffle, please,” I said to the cashier. “Shaken, not stirred.” The girl didn't even look up from her magazine. Many people found it difficult to appreciate my sense of humor.
“Do ya want somethin’ to drink?” she asked.
“No, just a waffle will be fine,” I said. I gave her my currency and she stuffed it into the cash register while the lone cook poured batter into the waffle iron.
“Take a seat and I’ll get Tasha to bring it to you when it’s finished,” the girl said before getting back to her magazine. So, I did just that. There was only one other person in the restaurant. It was an old woman with a lone waffle on her plate and a cup of black coffee on the table in front of her. Flies had begun to gather on the waffle, but she made no move to shoo them away. The woman was wearing some kind of head scarf, even though the heat outside was blistering. I sat down in the chair across from her.
“Hello there, girly,” she said in a thick Russian accent. She looked positively ancient, but there was a vibrant aura about her that made me want to get up and dance. “I've been waiting for you.”
“Hello,” I said, unsure of what else to say. How do you respond to something like that? She smiled sweetly and sipped at her coffee.
“You sure are a long way from home, aren't you?” she said. She sounded as though she were twenty years old, not two thousand.
“I guess you could say that,” I said, shifting uncomfortably in my seat. I wished that I hadn't sat down here, but I didn't want to seem rude, so I stayed where I was.
“I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable, little one. It’s just that I've been sitting here for so long with nobody to talk to. It’s gotten quite lonely, so it has.” She took another sip of her coffee. “It’s nice to see a fresh face. Nobody ever comes here, you know. It’s just those two girls, and we never leave.”2 AnswersBooks & Authors8 years ago
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Larissa has everything: a loving family, a hot boyfriend, and more money than she could spend in a lifetime. So when she suddenly dyes her hair hot pink, publicly converts to Satanism, and runs away from home, her friends and family are baffled. Now alone on the mean streets of Empire City, Wisconsin, Larissa is completely and hopelessly lost. That is, until she meets Kotik, a pathologically nonchalant boy with no last name, a mismatched glass eye, and an unhealthy obsession with cats. Kotik is funny, clever, and, more than anything, a complete enigma. Before she realizes it, Larissa is pulled into Kotik's surreal world of forgotten gods, sewer-dwelling mermen, and hyper-intelligent rats. Along the way, she learns a thing or two about life, love, and the true meaning of happiness, for better or for worse.5 AnswersBooks & Authors8 years ago
I've been wanting to create a compost pile for a while now, but I live in Florida, and my mother has told me that they attract hoards of roaches, and I'm deathly afraid of those things. I've also heard that the humidity doesn't allow for good compost. Should I just wait until I move to a drier state, or is Florida okay for making compost piles?2 AnswersOther - Home & Garden8 years ago
I have this coin from my grandfather's old coin collection. It is a dull silver color and has writing in a middle eastern language (not sure which one) at the top of the reverse side. Also on the reverse side is an oval with a circumscribed triangle. On the front is an eagle with a shield on its chest and more writing beneath it. It is the same size as an American quarter.1 AnswerHobbies & Crafts8 years ago
I need a name for a fictional city in my story. I would prefer if it's a Maltese word, but it doesn't have to be. It's in the middle of a white desert (not like the really creepy one in Egypt, like the one in Australia), and it changes location when the sun goes down every day, like Oni Island in Okami. It would be really awesome if someone could think of a cool name for this place! Thanks in advance.5 AnswersBooks & Authors8 years ago
This doesn't happen every time I eat, but a lot of times I'll just be eating something and then I'll start feeling like I have to gag. I don't feel nauseous or sick in any other way, I'll just feel like I have to gag, and if I don't stop eating, I do gag. It makes it difficult to eat because even when I'm not full, I'll have to stop or else I'll end up spitting out all of the food or drink in my mouth. The same thing happens when I brush my teeth. I don't even shove my toothbrush down that far. I'll just be brushing my teeth normally and then I'll start gagging uncontrollably. My father does the same thing while he is brushing his teeth, but he doesn't gag while eating. Is this normal?1 AnswerOther - Health8 years ago
I just got a peahen recently and I would like to know if I can use her eggs instead of chicken eggs when I am baking. Will the food turn out the same if I use peacock eggs instead of chicken eggs? And if not, how would it differ? Thanks in advance.1 AnswerCooking & Recipes8 years ago
It's about a fifteen year old kid who lives with his adopted father in a dying world. The kid, who is named Nathan, was killed in a fire and brought back to life by the villain. His parents abandoned him when he was resurrected because they believed that he was a monster. Nathan and his adopted father call themselves "treasure hunters," but they really only go around scavenging whatever they can find, from old books to rusted electronics, which are considered luxuries. One day, they decide to go on an adventure to find the lost city of Ta 'l-Allat, the Sanctum of the Gods, a place that is said to offer asylum from the end of the world for those who are pure of heart. The villain is a man known only as The Sorcerer. He appears as a human with the tail and antlers of a deer and mountain lion paws for hands. He used to be human, but he discovered the secret of immortality. He wants to find the city, which is said to be the last resting place of the gods, so that he can become a god himself. I like to think of it as a mix between Indiana Jones and The Road. There's a lot of action and adventure with some trippy fantasy elements thrown in. Please give me your honest opinion and tell me if there's anything that could use improvement.2 AnswersBooks & Authors8 years ago