I have been a long time observer from afar but have recently decided to join. I really need help with a hand drawn kajidic I've made for a friend. I'm not very fluent in huttese or it's alphabet and need help with writing the initials J C M in huttese. I'd greatly appreciate any help I can get as I'm genuinely excited to make this for him. The "rough draft" is below this so if ya'll want to give me any advice or critiques I'm all open if it means helping me make this perfect for him. (The symbols are rough drawings of what I can get from huttese for his initials)

Toon Dark Rabbit EARTH / Level 4 [Beast/Toon/Effect] 1100 ATK / 1500 DEF Cannot attack the turn it is Summoned. While you control "Toon World" and your opponent controls no Toon monsters, this card can attack your opponent directly. During either player’s turn, while this card is in your hand: Target 1 Toon monster you control; Return it to the hand, and if you do, Special Summon this card in Attack Position, then for the rest of this turn, “Toon World” you control is unaffected by your opponent’s card effects. During the End Phase: You can discard 1 card; Return this card to the hand. You can only use each effect of “Toon Dark Rabbit” once per turn.

A well organized Girl Scout weekend at Cuesta

Pop and Popcorn. Julaine Jeanquart, Patty Baudhuin, Mrs. David Marsh, Jackie LaVine, Teresa Stroh, Kelly McDougall, Barb Kelsey and Kim Pagenkopf.
By JACQUY STROH
It's secluded in a wooded area near Kangaroo Lake. The large cabin, of surprisingly modern construction, has no indoor plumbing. Lack of plumbing does not upset, or even surprise, the 12 eager girls tumbling out of station wagons with sleeping bags in tow. They are Junior Girl Scouts, Troop 350. And this is their first weekend camping experience at Cuesta.
Their leader, Mrs. David Marsh, supervises the stowing of bedrolls in open box-shaped cupboards. Next she shows everyone the "washing-up room"; basins are arranged on a shelf beneath the counter-top; towel racks are fastened to the shelf. A "water-boy" sits on one end of the counter-top. Perhaps because this is a girls' cabin, several mirrors adorn the walls.
Then everyone sits on benches at picnic tables in the middle of the main room to eat their nose­bag suppers. When appetites are satisfied, the leader instructs the girls to throw their paper bags into the fireplace. "We'll build a fire later and make popcorn."
"We want to go to the bathroom," announces Barbara.
"We know where it is," Paula adds, "right down the gravel path." Half a dozen of the girls put on their coats and go out into the gathering darkness, carrying flashlights.
Five minutes later they come running back, squealing and shoving one another to get into the cabin door.
"There's something out there!"
"Loud noises down by the outhouse!"
"Something is going bang­-bang-thud, bang-bang-thud!" Motioning for quiet their leader explains that there is nothing to be frightened of in the woods.
"I'll go back out with you, girls," Chaperone says with false bravado. "Maybe there are some rascally raccoons out there."
Shining her flashlight on the gravel path, Chaperone leads the way toward the source of the noise. Some of the less-intimidated scouts chant, "There's lions, and tigers, and bears, of my! Lions, and tigers, and bears, oh my!" Up ahead something is going bang-bang­-thud! Reaching the outhouse, Chaperone takes a firmer grip on her flashlight and pushes open the first door.
"Nothing in there!" She pushes open the second door. "Nothing in there!" From the other end of the outhouse comes bang-bang-­thud!
"No raccoons, girls; not even lions or bears. But watch the doors." The wind caught the doors. opening them slightly and banging them gently shut.
"Oh, it's only the wind banging the doors."
"Shucks" said Chaperone, wiping her brow.
Back in the cabin they gathered around Mrs. Marsh who ex­plained that they would now go on a night hike. Chaperone sighed softly and put her coat back on.
Down the gravel path, past the no-longer-scary outhouse, and out into a field under the stars, they walked.
"Look, there's the big dipper."
"And the little one too."
"I can see the North Star!"
Mrs. Marsh showed them several fire scars where they would do outdoor cooking tomorrow. Then they started back to the Scout Cabin singing, "The other day I saw a Bear"
After washing up, spreading bedrolls, and getting into their pajamas, they divided into "details": the fire-building detail, the find the pan and melt the butter detail, and the pop the corn detail. Chaperone took pictures of the gay group and joined them in eating buttered popcorn and drinking soda pop. Then, to bed.
At four o'clock in the morning, somebody shook Chaperone's shoulder and whispered in her ear, "Will you go to the bathroom with me?" Groggily Chaperone pushed back her covers and got to her feet. The scout who'd roused her was searching for something, using her flashlight as a guide. Whispers: "What are you looking for?" "My other red tennis shoe." "Did you look under your blanket?" "It's okay; I'll put on my boots instead." Just then another scout awakened and felt the need to join them. Once outside, and jogging down the now-familiar path, Chaperone became aware of how sweet and fresh the air smells at four in the morning.
Three hours later Mrs. Marsh sounded reveille. Quickly everyone washed up, dressed, and began the work of the preassigned Patrols. The Water Patrol filled three "water-boys" from the outdoor pump (started by electric switch). The Cooking Patrol began making French toast. Mary, flipping a piece of toast, asked, "Does this count toward our Cooking Badge?" Mrs. Marsh assured her that it certainly did. The Hospitality Patrol gathered leaves, shells, and pretty bits of wood and fashioned centerpieces for the tables. Breakfast ready, they sat down.
"Please pass the syrup," Kelly requested politely. The leader passed the pitcher. "Mrs. Marsh, that doesn't look like syrup on your French toast."
"Why, this is the syrup pitch­- oh no, this is the coffee pit­cher!" Amid the merry laughter, the leader tasted her French toast and pronounced it "Exotic! Sort of like the Galloping Gourmet might cook."
After cleanup and a brisk hike in the woods, the Cooking Patrol began making Jungle Brew over an outdoor fire. Ordinary cooks of the world would call it spaghetti 'n hamburger, or glorified goulash. Only Girl Scouts un­derstand its very special essence.
Early in the afternoon, co-leader, Mrs. Bob Schultz joined the campers. They spent the next two hours studying nature. Saturday's supper offered another surprising specialty, Hawaiian Eyes. Teresa and Patty placed shortcakes filled with crushed pineapple sweetened with brown sugar in aluminum foil wrappers. After heating in the campfire they made a scrumptious dessert. Mustard, meant for the hot dogs, was spilled five times during supper, once into someone's milk.
After supper, Brother Andrew arrived driving a cattle truck. Seeing the questioning look on Chaperone's face, Mrs. Schultz calmly explained that they would all ride in the back of the truck to attend mass in Baileys Harbor. It was just a windy enough ride to blow away all adult inhibitions. Before entering the church, everybody picked straw off their coats.
Before bedtime the scouts put on a hairstyling contest, shrugging off the fact that sleep would muss their elegant coif­fures.
Sometime around midnight, a voice came out of the darkness. Sleepy heads started up to hear Mrs. Schultz intone, "I want one print here, and one print there!" When nothing followed this startling pronouncement, the sleepy heads giggled and sank back into their pillows.
On Sunday afternoon they set off hiking down Logerquist road to visit the Brothers of St. Joseph Novitiate. Halfway there Brother Andrew met them in the cattle truck.
At the farm, operated by the Brothers, the scouts were treated to horseback rides. Then, Brother John asked, "Now, who would like to ride the bull?"
"The bull!! He'll throw us off!"
"No, he won't. He's a gentle old fellow, really." "Okay, I'll ride him." "So will I!" And ride him they did. The adults watched from a sensible distance.
After the rides, the Brothers invited them into the big recreation room of the farm­house. They gathered around the piano. Brother Andrew played and the girls sang. He surprised them by knowing every request.
Next, refreshments. The scouts brought out cupcakes and cookies from their totebags. Brother John served glasses of Kool-aid. Then it was time to pile into the back of the cattle truck. The girls said good-bye to Brother John and the spotted dogs, Alice and
Poncho. Brother Andrew drove them back to camp.
The cabin was tidied and locked. Then everyone par­ticipated in a flag ceremony to close the day. "Would you like camping here every weekend?" asked Mrs. Marsh. "Ye-e-sss!" came the enthusiastic reply.
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My husband and I (30 & 29) have been going through the biggest rough patch in our marriage. I’m talking, I got diagnosed with an illness, he is now going bankrupt, we just had a new born, and he just found out his job is down sizing and his department will be non existent.
Needless to say, there’s been love, tears, resentment, stress..all that you can imagine.
But lately I’ve been…well horny. I’m too scared to have intercourse just yet. If I get pregnant again I WILL die (no joke lol) but I’m not on any contraceptive right now. Plus the thought of it just sounds too painful right now. I’m totally down for oral but also he hasn’t been the most supportive lately so I’m not about to do him a favor if I’m not in the mood…but I am in the mood! But for myself!!! Helllppppp lol

My worldbuilding project (henceforth the "project") is a soft-SciFi, alternate history imagining of Earth's future. Before the truly original content starts to appear in the timeline, a few prior events must take place for my project to be realistic - in my mind, anyway.
Mexican-American War, ca. 1848
After the Mexican-American War finished in real life, the United States gained huge amounts of Mexican land out West under the terms of the Treaty of Guadalupe Hidalgo. February 2nd, 1848 is where the project officially detaches from real-world history somewhat, as the Treaty of GH (and James Knox Polk himself) saw Mexico cede about three-quarters of its territory, including the Yucatan Peninsular and Cuba.
Something like this, although with borders less rigid and with the integral exception of Cuba. (Credit to u/binchops34)
These new territories of Baja California, Sonora, Greater Chihuahua, and Yucatan remained territories of the US until 1888, 1911, 1896, and 1921 respectively. As such, these territories were unable to have a say in US politics during the Civil War and thus provided no exceptional contributions to the war, which ended in Union victory in 1864.
World history continues from thence as we know, albeit with a considerably weaker Mexico and a slightly stronger United States. Importantly, the US's foreign policy was influenced beyond measure as a result of Polk's interference with the Treaty of GH - one might consider the US a colonial power now.
Spanish-American War, ca. 1898
Among other causes, William McKinley's desire to improve US industry and overall global strength culminated in the Spanish-American war of 1898 which saw, as we know, Cuba, Guam, the Philippines, and Puerto Rico ceded to the United States. However, neither the Teller Amendment (1902) nor the Tydings-McDuffie Act (1934) was passed, leaving all Spanish secessions as American territory. With the US now being a colonial power, with colonies in the Pacific and Caribbean, their views of European colonialism was softened.
Post World War II, ca. 1946-91
World War II devastated Europe and their colonies. Following the war in the late 40s and early 50s, some independence movements took hold across European colonial empires, especially in France, the Netherlands, and Britain. Although the French lost French Indochina, Israel was formed as we'd expect, and the Belgian Congo opted to remain a British protectorate for a decade after 1943 (as it was captured by Britain to prevent it falling into German hands. By the way, the British refused to grant independence, and it remained a protectorate), much of the British, Dutch, and some of the French empires remained.
With an ally in the US, now pro-colonial, these nations kept hold of their empires for decades, which served in preventing many African civil wars. In the 70s, Spain and Portugal lost their empires as their authoritarian governments collapsed, even despite the strong empires remaining.
In the 60s, South Africa became a British protectorate on par with Egypt and the Congo. Anyway, from now until 1991, history played out roughly the same - notably with Nicaragua taking the place of Cuba in the now Nicaraguan Missile Crisis of 1962, and with a more powerful Britain and France.
Upon the gracing of 1996, the youngest son of Prince Charles, the Prince of Wales; and of Princess Camilla, the Princess of Wales; Prince Henry, was born (despite Charles and Camilla's middle-agedness... call it plot-forced pregnancy).
With that, we reach the end of the project's historical context. Here we learnt that:
- the US gained huge swathes of Mexico in the Mexican-American War which bolstered US support for colonialism and Manifest Destiny. - the US refused to grant independence to either Cuba or the Philippines after the Spanish-American War, as a result of the US' newfound support of colonialism. - World War II saw the collapse of the Belgian colonial empire, and its territories were effectively stolen by Britain. - After World War II, the French, British, Dutch, Portuguese, and Spanish empires remained (albeit with minor losses, such as French Indochina, and Israel), especially as a result of US support for colonialism. South Africa also became a British protectorate. - the Cold War continued as expected except for a Nicaraguan Missile Crisis rather than a Cuban one. - finally, the third and youngest son of Prince Charles, Prince Henry, was born in 1996.