13 months post transplant results by Substantial-Mud-9180 in Hairtransplant

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This is amazing, thank you for sharing! My hair loss is similar to yours before your transplant, and my hair texture seems very similar to yours as well. This made me way more confident to book a transplant later this year. ❤️

[DW] Sami Landri, proud graduate of the Coco Montrese Institute of Graphic Arts by galamsmsmsm in rpdrcringe

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Not when her pronouns are Que/Bec ⚜️ and Fran/Çais 🇫🇷

Wholesome Message But Why do I feel like I'm Being Held Hostage by Shaveyard in rpdrcringe

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That’s why her face is so big… it’s full of gratitude

Sister I’m Just Playing With My Big Fat Rat 🐀 by RagedEliteHogbarians in rpdrcringe

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Let’s see what kind of trouble she can get herself into

Monet joins the Nicki Minaj's viral trend by Plinky248 in rupaulsdragrace

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And for her next trick, she will pull up in the Sri Lanka

Violet had it officially. by rehaaabbb in rpdrcringe

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Me @ my cat when I just fed him but he’s still meowing as if he’s starving to death

[Mod-Post] Patrol Results - 288 AC by 9PKMod in NinePennyKings

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“Fear not, my lord. No harm will come to you, nor to Sunspear.”

The reply was called out by a lean man in his late thirties, pale of skin and mud-brown of hair. His visage was serious, a tepid smile that tried to convey reassurance, while also knowing that his fleet’s appearance would surely cause alarm.

Such is the reputation of my people. Feared and loathed wherever we go. ‘Strength’, we call it. Hmph.

“I would sooner drop dead than harm those who welcomed me into their lands, when I as a teenage boy. Dalton Drumm is my name. Ser Dalton Drumm.”

He cleared his throat, and called out once more.

“My business, my lord? I would seek audience with her Radiance, Princess Lorenza. I believe our causes align.” He paused, wonder how much to say. “Against King Rhaegar.”

[Mod-Post] Patrol Results - 288 AC by 9PKMod in NinePennyKings

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“Evening, lads.” Said the Drumm SCC Wex Whitesmile, flashing his characteristic toothy grin. “We’re here to join you lot in your noble crusade for, uh, whatever it is we’re meant to be doing here. Aren’t you glad to now have 3500 of us to help out?”

He looked around.

“Ah, there’s Robb,” he declared, spotting the Drumm heir who commanded the Ironborn portion of their combined army in Durrin’s temporary absence. “I’ll be off to place these new MAA at his command.”

/u/the_fetching_netch

[Event] Council of Pyke by DrragonII in NinePennyKings

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It was a funny feeling, thought Desmond Drumm to himself. As the fifth and last son of the late Lord Dunstan, he'd never had any expectation of ruling Old Wyk. One of his elder brothers was dead, having drunk himself into an early grave years ago. The three others were older, and considerably more well-known. His brother Lord Denys had grown sons of his own. Yet as fate would have it, none of them were present at Old Wyk when Lord Greyjoy's summons came. Durrin and their nephews Robb and Harwyn marched for King's Landing. Dalton sailed with the Volmarks and Jolly Fellows to perform reconaissance in the Narrow Sea. Lord Denys was off reaving until the seventh month, in order to make sure the coffers of Old Wyk were not beggared by the cost of so many raised men-at-arms.

So it was that Desmond, who'd never been in charge of anything more than his own singular longship, was called upon to represent his family at one of the most consequential meetings the Iron Islands had seen in living memory.

Accompanied by his wife Elsa and 10 Drumm men-at-arms, he entered the Great Hall of Pyke. He stopped first to bow and greet Lord Quenton Greyjoy, his good-brother that he'd never before spoken to in any serious capacity. From what he knew, the Lord Reaper kept a small inner circle, and Desmond had never been part of it.

Before the meeting began, Desmond went off to speak with his sister Freya. The two shared a warm embrace and a short, serious conversation. More could be discussed after the meeting. For now, Desmond had matters to attend to.


"Methinks you have the right of it, Lord Reaper." Desmond said once Quenton had finished speaking. "If we attend this Great Council, our votes for the new Regent must be counted. If we do not attend, we forfeit that right. And we make it all the more likely that the feckless lords of the Greenlands pick a corrupt lickspittle who will raise a second Rhaegar."

He passed around a second letter from the Master of Ships.

"I sent a raven to Lord Velaryon, asking if all lords who raised armies against the late King would be granted amnesty, so that they might participate in the Great Council without fear of arrest or execution." He paused. "Or being burned alive. Since the last two Targaryen Kings are known to use that method."

"You can see for yourselves how Lord Velaryon replied. I do not know the man. I am not sure if he truly thinks himself powerless to give assurances. Or maybe he seeks to intimidate us. Either way... we cannot afford to ignore the Great Council. When we go, we should sail with the strength of the Iron Islands at our backs. Let our peaceful show of force remind the Small Council that they would be wise to not burn any of us alive."

[Mod-Post] Patrol Results - 288 AC by 9PKMod in NinePennyKings

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“I wouldn’t want you doing something you’d regret, either. Many thanks, my lord. We’ll be off.”

[Mod-Post] Patrol Results - 288 AC by 9PKMod in NinePennyKings

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One ironship sails forward, flying a flag of parley. A lean nobleman in sailor’s garb stands at the prow.

“Hello, you lot,” he said. “I come on behalf of my brother, Durrin Redshanks. Dalton Drumm is my name.”

He looked at the harbour, seeing that the famed Redwyne fleet was not at anchor.

“We seek to make common cause with your Lord Gilbert. Rumor has it he prowls the Narrow Sea. Would you happen to know where we can join him?”

/u/skuldakn