r/DoesAnyoneKnow

We are working for a short lenght movie, I don’t wanna give any insight in the plot, but basically we need a photo of a family with a mother, a child ( 4-6 years old, blonde) and the father ( his face doesn’t matter it will be doodled and ripped, but he shouldn’t definitely look fat). He have a verry limited budget, literally we got jobs for covering it.
We can pay if anyone gets close enough to what we search. Or at least give some ideas where I cand find something like that, without using verry popular pics on the internet.

Guys, I NEED HELP! I need ideas for a theatrical exercise of up to 5 minutes, WITH ONLY TWO FACES IN CONFLICT, simple, whose characters, action, GIVEN CIRCUMSTANCES and relationship will be understood, that is non-verbal and that it is justified that they do not speak (or that the action is such that words are superfluous (dramatics, etc...) or that it is justified that they do not speak (they were tapped, for example, I have no idea)). Props, sound and light can be used and it must not become a pantomime. THE MOST IMPORTANT THING IS THAT THEY DO NOT SEE IT COMPLICATED AND UNDERSTAND THEIR GIVEN CIRCUMSTANCES AND WHO THEY ARE. PLEASE HELP🙏, I have no idea, and I have an assignment for school. Thanks a lot!

And how to bypass it

Im a beginner poet and writer. Ive writen multiple poems but one fictional book. I recently started writing real diary entries and i want to turn it into a book kind of like Dork diaries or Diary of a wimpy kid.

But im not really sure how to go about sharing these diary entries

I’m sorry if I’m being stupid but it 50 paragraphs

https://preview.redd.it/v6bro0o59mah1.png?width=1488&format=png&auto=webp&s=c1343979f40ad455c02e36f47bc56760cd22e0cd

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I have seen memes and reels of people using phone in bathroom. But I thought they are just for fun. But I recently met some friends and they said they would scroll or text when using bathroom. Do people really do that?

5'10 140 pounds pretty skinny

Prior usage : pretty much everyday with carts mainly

Sweat crazy everyday (treadmill like 3 miles a day)

Been drinking abunch of water

Lifting and weights pretty much everyday (gym)

Hey all,

I was shipping out stuff for work through FedEx, and I thought they’d email me the receipt (spoiler alert! They didn’t) so now we have nothing to give our finance department to validate those expenses. I’ve tried everything, but all we have are the FedEx shipping labels and tracking number, it wasn’t done through any account.

I was able to track down one transaction receipt, a small pdf link on my most recent shipping label creation page. But I need to find three more from June 24th. I know Google gets picky about going back through search history…but does anyone know how I can go back through my history to the exact page I’m looking for? Every time I’ve tried it just makes me start over and create a new shipping label. I need the final page where it sends out an email and gives that pdf link to the receipt.

Much appreciation from one stressed college intern.

Now I’m a brain injury and not very good at reading signals.
There’s a girl in a store near me who is gorgeous.
Last spring they had flowers for sale. She was on the till so I grabbed a bunch of these flowers and went to the till. I paid for the flowers then told her I bought them for her. I then left
A few days later I saw her working in the store and apologised if I stepped on anyone’s toes. (Basically I was fishing to see if she was single).
She told me she didn’t want a boyfriend.
The other day she served me at the till and was flustered.
Does she like me?

Plus how cheap are we talking about from both being ass

Im tired of asking for help and yes i have tried therapy but i dont want to teach a therapist how to be a therapist or be threatened by a therapist like fuck

them?
Hi everyone.
I don’t really know why I’m writing this. I guess I just need to get this off my chest.
I’m 35 years old, and sometimes I wonder what it feels like to live a life where you’re not constantly waiting for the next crisis.
I was born in one of the poorest and most dangerous neighborhoods in Colombia. My family was deeply dysfunctional. My parents had me and my twin brother when they were only 19, and they were never in a healthy relationship. I grew up surrounded by conflict, neglect, and instability.
The one bright light in my childhood was my grandmother. We had almost nothing, yet she was always helping others. There was a cancer hospital across from our house, and she would make hot chocolate, buy bread, and take it to people receiving chemotherapy. She even watched their children while they were in treatment. She taught me what kindness looked like, even when life wasn’t kind to her.
As a child, I always felt invisible. My brothers seemed to receive all the attention, while I mostly learned to take care of myself.
When I was 15, my father brought my twin brother and me to Spain. We thought we were finally getting a better life.
Instead, it became one of the darkest chapters of my life.
We lived in a single rented room with my father and his partner. My brother and I slept on the floor. We often went to school hungry, and every afternoon my father sent us to restaurants to sell pirated DVDs because he wanted us to “earn our own things.”
His partner openly disliked me. She damaged my belongings, treated me like a servant, and expected me to cook and clean while my father watched and said nothing.
As I got older, my father became emotionally abusive as well. I found a job while I was still in school, but he controlled the money I earned. I became the person who cooked for him, cleaned for him, and looked after him, even though I was still just a teenager.
At 17, I finally left.
I thought leaving would mean freedom, but instead I found myself alone and vulnerable. I trusted people I shouldn’t have trusted, experienced different forms of abuse and exploitation, and spent years simply trying to survive.
Eventually, I returned to Colombia for a while before moving to the United States.
For the first time in my life, I felt like I could breathe.
I found a job, met wonderful people, and slowly started healing. I finally believed my life was moving in the right direction.
Then I met someone who turned out to be psychologically abusive. After I became pregnant with my son, the threats and manipulation became unbearable. My mother was living in Canada by then, so while I was four months pregnant, I crossed the border because I truly believed it was the only way to protect myself and my baby.
That decision changed my life forever.
I started over once again.
My first job in Canada was cleaning buildings. I worked incredibly hard, accepted every opportunity I could, and slowly worked my way into an administrative position. I eventually broke free from the trauma bond that had kept me trapped for so long.
Then I met the man who is now my husband.
For the first time in my life, I experienced what a healthy relationship actually feels like.
Together we built a beautiful family. We have two amazing children. We bought our first home. We built a peaceful life that little girl from Colombia could never have imagined.
People who meet me today probably think I’ve always had a normal life.
They don’t know how many times I’ve had to start over.
Recently, our daughter was diagnosed with autism.
I love her with every part of my heart, and I will fight for her for the rest of my life. This isn’t about wishing she were different. She’s perfect exactly as she is
But I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t scared.
Now we’re learning about therapies, worrying about her future, wondering how to give her every opportunity we can, and trying to navigate another chapter we never expected.
Sometimes I sit quietly after everyone is asleep and think…
Will life ever stop testing me?
I know I’m incredibly blessed. I have a wonderful husband, beautiful children, a home, a career, and a life I fought so hard to build.
I’m proud of the woman I’ve become.
I’m just…
Tired.
Not the kind of tired that sleep fixes.
The kind of tired that comes from spending your entire life surviving.
If you’ve made it this far, thank you for reading.
I don’t need anyone to solve my problems. I think I just needed someone to know that behind every smile, there can be a lifetime of battles nobody else sees.